Page 34 of Dark Goodbye

Silence looms between us as I gently rub soap over her body, ensuring to clean every bit of her that I can before handing her the rag to clean more intimate areas. Palming my erection, I watch as she spreads her legs, dipping her fingers in between. The soft smile she casts my way draws a moan from between my lips.

The little minx is playing with fire. Taking the soap into my own hands, I clean off any potential lingering trace of ignisradix, as slight as it might be. “I promised I wouldn’t touch you,” I growl, caging her with my free arm and body. “But I never promised I wouldn’t touch myself.”

Gripping my cock with an iron grip, I stare down at my little muse, taking every whimper, every breath into my body as I pleasure myself. Her body trembles, and whether it’s in fear or longing, I can’t tell. More so, I don’t care. Not right now. Not when I’m this fucking close.

Pinpricks of pleasure zip down my spine as I rock my hips forward, stopping just short of grinding against her. I won’t touch her. Not like this, but by the gods, I’ll use her body as my own personal, masturbatory fodder. When her lips part, however, I’m unable to resist the siren call.

Pulling my hand away from the wall, I shove two fingers deep inside, gritting my teeth as her mouth closes around them. My balls draw up, painfully tight as my knot begins to swell. Each stroke brings me closer to that precipice, and I want nothing more than the sweet relief I’m so desperately seeking.

When her tongue snakes out to lap at the tip of my fingers, my cock pulses for a moment before everything goes white. Cum shoots out, splattering Ladria as it pumps out of my body in long, ropey spurts. I slide my hand backward, strangling the knot, gripping it so tightly that my vision wavers for a moment.

Pleasure explodes through my body as more cum pours out of me. Roaring my release, I sag forward until my forehead brushes against the top of her head. Both of us stand there in the steamy shower gasping for breath. Groaning, I pull my finger from her mouth and ease them down between my thighs to help grip my knot, finishing the release.

I don’t want to move or think. I just want to be there in her space, watching my cum slide down her body. Just yesterday, Malus coated her pussy in his vile spendings, but now, everything from her waist down has part of me covering her. It’s not enough. Until I’m able to plant my seed inside her body, owning her from the inside out, it will never be enough.

Reaching out beside the shower, I grab a clean rag and hold it up to the warm spray, my thoughts whirling a mile a minute. Prayerfully, her heat comes soon. Even with my respirators in, I don’t know how much longer I can resist her body. With quick, efficient swipes, I wipe off as much of my essence as I can before rinsing off and letting Ladria have some privacy to clean the rest of her body.

“I want to touch you, little omega, to brand your body with my hands, my lips, and my cock. I’m forcing myself to walk away, to leave before I do something that cannot be undone.”

It’s the least I can do. Drying off, I stare at the pile of clothes, no doubt still warm from her body. I snatch them up and carry them into the room, depositing all but her panties into the washing bin. Keeping an ear out, I pull on my clothes for the day and stuff the scrap of cotton into my pocket, ignoring the voices in my head that tell me my actions are insane.

I want a piece of her with me as I set my plans regarding Malus into motion, and these are the only thing small enough that no one will notice. If anyone even so much as dares to sniff in my direction, I’ll set them straight right away. Setting out a fresh pair and a long gown, I walk back into the bathroom and grab a towel for Ladria to dry off with.

What I expected to find was her curled up into a ball under the spray, crying where no one could see. Instead, she’s lying there, legs splayed as she rubs at her clit, her face screwed up in concentration. When she sees me, however, all motion stops.

“No,” I growl, possessive need beating at my chest. “Keep going. I want to see you come.”

“Help me.” Those two words gut me, driving me to my knees.

Sliding my hand between her thighs, I ease my fingers into her tight entrance, pausing when I meet her resistance. Seems my little omega is a pristine after all. Pulling out, I thread the fingers of my free hand through her hair and bring her face up to mine. I angle my lips over hers, sealing them with a rough kiss.

Little mewls of pleasure rend the air as she bucks her hips up. I press my thumb against her clit, moaning as it swells under my expert touch. Rocking back and forth, I strum her, drawing louder moans from her lips. She’s perfection, every fucking wet dream I’ve ever had come to life.

I want to drag things out, to make her beg even more, but in the back of my mind, time keeps ticking and will not stop. As much as I want to stay and indulge, I can’t do anything to put the spotlight on myself, and that includes being late for work. With Malus gone, there’s no one to deflect to.

But I also don’t want to leave my little omega unsatisfied. Pulling a growl from deep inside my chest, I let the throaty sound pour over her until her eyes roll back inside her skull. She’s so easy to please and so responsive. Doubtless, she even realizes it.

She’s boneless, limp in my arms as I continue to tease her clit, driving her closer to her release. My cock starts to lengthen once more as I watch her writhe about, her hips grinding against my hand as I move my fingers back and forth.

When she finally orgasms, her body bows up, glistening with the water beating down on her. It pebbles around her nipples before sliding to the hollow of her stomach. Leaning down, I ignore the pounding spray and lap at her skin, taking full advantage of what she’s offering.

Her body is silken beneath my tongue as I engulf her nipple with my mouth, sucking hard as she bucks beneath me. She ripples under my touch as I continue to draw lazy circles around her clit, tormenting her until she’s had enough.

Pained wails pour from her lips before I pull away, giving her a slight respite. Instead of the loving glow I expected after an orgasm, Ladria looks up at me, her eyes slitted in anger. Pulling back, I reach out to help her stand, but she swats me away.

“You will not strike at me,” I growl, planting my hands against my hips.

Instead of a look of contrition, what should be a natural response, she thins her lips and strikes out at me again, attempting to push me out of her space. “Go away. You’ve done quite enough.”

“So that’s it then. Now that you’re out of the orgasm high, you’re regretting your choices.”

“You-you tricked me. Forced me somehow.”

Anger burns in my chest as I wrap my arm about her waist and hoist her out of the tub. She flails about, flinging her uninjured arm and legs as I carry her to the bed. Taking care to cradle her injured arm beneath her, I lay her face down, making sure her ass is up in the air.

“I have never now, nor will I ever force myself onto you. You asked me, begged me even, and still, I held back. Keeping your damned barrier in place. Allowing you that bit of safety until you ask me to fuck you. And yet, you still have the audacity to spout these lies, carrying on as if I’m some kind of monster?”

“Well I-.”