11. Soren

11

SOREN

I ’m being very selfish. Sophie’s visiting family is the perfect excuse to make her say things she never normally would. I’ll never leave, Soren. I love you.

Doctor Moore, you have no idea how much I delight in those words from you. It’s a sensation at the base of the neck. Instinctual pleasure. It might be because of how uncomfortable she gets. She’s never prettier than when she’s flustered.

Or it might be because lies from my therapist are the only way I’ll hear anyone say those things to me. At least not without lying to them about who I am. Sophie knows every part of me, though.

I’ll always be here with you. I love you.

She’s seen me kill. Seen me chop up bodies. Listened to me talk about murder and corpses, like discussing the weather. The idea of her saying she’d never leave me, that she loves me after all that, is a Christmas gift for myself. I plan to keep making her lie to me while pretending her words don’t sink low in my belly.

I’ve spent all day following her. She’s preparing for her family by grocery shopping and doing other chores. I’ve noticed how on edge she’s been—anticipating me. I ignored a series of texts asking where I was. Right outside.

I pull on a balaclava. The only thing it shows is my eyes; the rest is covered. I knock on the front door and slip to the side of the house. Sophie steps on the porch a minute later, looking around. She goes back inside tentatively.

I wait several minutes before going back and knocking again. Sophie flings the door open, looking irritated. Panic flashes in her eyes when she spots the mask. She knows it's me; maybe that makes it worse. I’m a killer with needs, and she barely gave me any limits.

I push inside as she tries to close the door on me. Fear flashes in her eyes as I force my way in. The look motivates me further.

No permanent marks. That’s it. I’m not sure how I managed to deserve a therapist like her. She runs through the house, swallowing her screams.

The quickest place for her to escape is my bedroom. I like seeing her scramble for it. She throws the door in my face. I lunge at the doorknob, grabbing hold and twisting it so she can’t lock me out. Her body leans against the door, trying to fight me pushing in. It’s a battle she can’t win. I hear her heavy breaths just behind the door, urging me on.

Sophie isn’t making it easy, and I enjoy it. Do I think she can stop the urge to kill forever? No, but right now, getting her is the only thing I can focus on. I want her mouth, and I’m going to take it.

I burst through the door, and she flings herself onto the bed, trying to crawl to the other side to get away. I grab her ankle and drag her back towards me. I take my time reeling her closer, enjoying the scene of her clawing at the bedspread. Her scream settles right between my legs.

Her ass hits the floor as I pull her off the bed. I crowd her space so there’s no escaping. My crotch presses against her cheek. I grab her hair in my fist, holding her in place as I pull myself out. The tip of my cock slides across her lips, leaving a wet line of precum.

“Tongue out,” I tell her. I tighten my fist in her hair, tugging so her head tips back. She looks up at my mask.

“Tongue out, or I’ll be rougher.” Sophie takes a deep breath and opens her mouth. Her tongue holds the weight of my cock as I press my hips forward. The wet warmth of her mouth envelops my cock, pulling a groan from my mouth. I hit the tight opening of her throat. She gags, and the muscles push on my cock. I retreat, gripping the base of my cock and dragging it over her face. I run it over her skin wherever I want.

“Open.” She does. I grip her hair, holding her in place as I push past her lips and work my way down her tongue. The tight entrance to her throat teases the head of my cock every time I fuck into her. Quickly, she learns to stop fighting. Instead of trying to rip her head away, she grips my thighs as she gags.

“Good girl,” I groan. I want in her throat, and I’m going to get in. The next time I slide back, she fights her own gag reflex. She knows exactly what I want. It drives me insane that she’s trying to give me it.

A groan rips from my mouth as she tries to let me in deeper. I pull out, not wanting to end things fast. Her mouth will be wrapped around my cock for hours.

“Suck,” I tell her. Her lips wrap tight around the head.

I groan as she suckles the tip of my cock. I could live like this for hours every day. Not a word, just her cheek resting on my thigh as she sucks my cock with that blissed-out face she gave me before.

My cock jerks in her mouth as I remember it. That look was dangerous. It was asking me to do whatever I wanted to her.

Sophie’s suckling the head of my cock on her knees for so long that she’s probably pruned the damn thing. I press deep into her mouth, giving her my whole cock. My knees settle on the edge of the bed next to her head. She’s completely trapped now.

I want to work my way all the way down—feel her struggle around my size. I stroke into her mouth with purpose. Tears form in the sides of her eyes as I keep hitting the opening to her throat.

She must realize things are about to get hard because she struggles again. Concern flashes in her eyes while her lips are stretched around my thick cock. I grip her hair and don’t let up. I’ve caught her, she’s mine.

But the back of her mouth is so tight that I can’t get further in. I pull her up from the ground. Her swollen lips look so delicious that I can’t help but kiss them. I lick into her mouth, tasting the faint hint of me. Her makeup is smudged under her eyes, and there’s drool on her chin. Sophie’s a mess from being my good little therapist.

“Lay on the bed with your head hanging off the end.” She hesitates, so I grab her. She gasps and instinctively fights as I drop her on the bed, positioning her just right. I pull her head down, making it hang off the edge between my legs.

Her hands press against my thighs as I get my cock back in her mouth and press in deep.

“Relax,” I pant. It’s the only warning she gets before I slide my way back. I push through the tight entrance and finally invade her throat. I stop and groan. The tight muscles of her throat constrict around my glans as her body tries to force me back out with a gag.

“Sophie, baby,” I moan, unable to stop myself. I pull out, and she takes a deep breath. I push into her again, slipping down her throat.

“Oh, good girl,” I rasp as I feel the same bliss as before. The way her throat massages me is mind-numbing. She grips my legs, holding me tightly in place. I nearly come in an instant. She wants my cock over oxygen.

I pull out, letting her breathe. I want to draw this out, keep her on my cock all night. Until she forgets what it’s like to not have it.

“Be a good girl and give me what I need.” I rub the front of her throat with my thumb, wishing I was buried there this second. She takes another gulp of air and then opens her mouth wide for me to use her. God, she’s so willing. I stroke into her with deep thrusts, slow and steady, so my therapist doesn’t suffocate on my cock.

I rub her throat as I fill it again and again. I can get off quick like this, but I don’t want to. I want her trained to crave the feeling of my cock down her throat. Between thrusts, I make her suck the tip.

“Kiss every inch,” I demand, and she does it. Her puckered lips give every single inch a pretty little kiss like she loves every one of them. Only when she’s done do I settle into her throat again. When I pull out, she gasps for air before performing the ritual without prompting—kissing the tip of my cock with swollen lips.

“Open up,” I rasp. Her lips part instantly, making me shudder. “Such a good fucking girl,” I groan, lost to the pleasure as I slide down her tongue.

She whines in response to my words. It’s a cloying sound that sticks in my head as I push into her throat. I’m done for.

“Sophie,” I groan. The next time I pull out, her lips wrap around me, and she sucks before I even ask. She whines around me and grabs my hips, pulling me all the way back in.

“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. Her entire body relaxes once I’m in her throat. As if my cock is the only thing she needs.

It sends me over the edge. My balls draw up, and I shoot ropes down her tight throat. Spilling that deep makes her instinctively swallow. Wave after wave of contracting muscles pulls undignified sounds from my throat.

I pull out and nearly fall over. I feel like liquid. And Sophie has that look on her face again. The one that’s going to ruin everything. She really will let me do anything, won’t she? She’s so goddamn eager to please. I can imagine the things I can make her do. Part her pretty pussy lips and sit her on my thick cock.

Sex is off the table, but I really couldn’t give a shit when she’s giving me that dazed, needy look.

Banging on the door startles us both.

“Sophie!” It comes muffled through the front door.

“Shit,” Sophie hisses, clarity snapping back into her eyes. She rolls over and hops off the bed while trying to wipe off drool and smear her dripping makeup off her face.

“They couldn’t tell me it was tonight when I called them three million times today!” I follow on her heels, trying to shake off the thoughts I just had. That was close.

Sophie goes to the foyer and turns around.

“How do I look?” She asks. Her voice is a hoarse rasp after the gymnastics her throat was just put through. Hair sticks up in every direction. Her makeup has turned into black trails down her face. Her lips are twice the size they normally are, and it’s red all around her mouth.

“Is this one of those situations where I’m supposed to lie to a woman about how she looks?” I ask. She bares her teeth at me, fire in her eyes. “Hey, you look great to me.” Sophie sighs as she leans on my chest, standing on her tiptoes. She claws at the mask still on my head, effectively ripping it off.

“I can hear you!” A woman says through the door before she bangs on it again. Sophie looks around and then tosses the mask under the little bench near the door. Then she pats her hair, trying to finger-comb it behind her ears. I want to tell her that really won’t help at all. She looks properly fucked.

“I’m running to the bathroom.” She tries to slip around me, but I catch her, wrapping my arm around her waist and reeling her in. Sophie looks up at me with wide, shocked eyes.

“This is a good thing. How can they think this is fake when I’ve obviously just fucked your face.” I reach for the door, and she screams, clawing at my arms like a stray cat. She might yell something like “Don’t you dare open that door ” and then “ Let me go, ” panic lacing her words.

I open the door with a big smile. She goes still in my arms as we face a crowd of her family bundled up with luggage on the porch. What I assume is her parents look at us with surprise.

“Look honey, your family came early! Come in, come in.” I urge, moving out of the way. Sophie starts fighting for her freedom again; it’s cute. Her feet aren’t even touching the ground as I move us back. She kicks and thrashes.

“Let me down,” she hisses under her breath.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Her mom asks. Sophie gives up and hangs loosely with a groan.

“Yes, mom,” she says lifelessly.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just tired. I’m really happy to have you here,” I tell them.

This was my dream when I bought the house. A huge family in my cabin—either through marriage or a million kids. I’m not fussy. Sophie looks at me like I’m crazy as she realizes I’m being genuine. She knows all my sides well enough to know when I’m actually excited—murder, chasing Sophie, and, yes, family visits.

“Psychopath,” she silently mouths.