Page 99 of Split You Open

The motion is slick—Blair’s pussy hot. Her cunt flutters around my cock. I try to tell myself that I don’t love this. But to the deviant being lurking in the back of my mind, the one that I hide from the world, there’s no lying. It's noticed—just as I have—how perfect she fits around me. The wicked glee that festers like an infected wound consumes my thoughts. The last sane one I have is to try to fight this one more time.

“Blair, please,” I beg through my gag. “Don’t do this. I don’t want⁠—”

I don’t even bother wasting energy to finish the lie. I do want this. That’s always been the problem. I’ve always wanted Blair. The woman at the center of my obsession is in danger, though. I fear the person I could become if I allow myself to have her.

“Oh, Ledger… shit… oh god…” Blair hisses as she rides me faster, harder than before. She whimpers. Then, in a whisper spoken with such reverence that I know any god would be jealous of, Blair says my name. “Ledger…”

Blair’s pussy grips me in a hold so tight that I grunt in pleasure.

Her body convulses hard this time. She wraps both arms around my neck and buries her face in the crook of it as her pussy pulsates around me.

I can feel the last remnants of the good I’ve been holding on to die.

I accept that, mourn it for a heartbeat, then move on.

From here on out, I’ll accept that I’m damned. I’ll stop fighting it because it’s too late. This is my reward—being buried deep inside Blair.

A dark, deep bellow of desire wells up and rattles around in my head. My body tenses as I strain against the binds that hold me back. Her laugh as I fight against immobility only drives me more insane.

I’m going to fuck this woman into oblivion.

I told her I’d breed that pussy and I will.

The minute I get out of here I’m going to⁠—

I try to buck up into her, desperate to cum with her. But Blair stills, pressing down so I have no ability to thrust up. A wave of frustration rolls through me. It’s followed by a larger one of desperation. She can’t be serious. Again? She’s edging me again?

She’s going to be the death of me.

God, I need to cum so goddamn bad. I’m breathless with how uncomfortable I am. My cock is so hard and sensitive that it's borderline painful. If she would just let me paint her insides with my cum…

With a snarl I fight against the binds again.

Why did I put a metal chair down here again? If it was wooden, I’d find a way to fucking smash it to pieces to get to Blair.

“How does it feel, Ledger?” Blair whispers in my ear as she catches her breath. “I can do whatever I want and you just have to accept it. Are you starting to get it? Do you see that this is my plan and you have no say in the outcome? Does this feel like love or control?”

She pulls away from my neck and lets her arms drop to my chest. There’s no smirk pulling at her mouth now. All traces of humor, malicious or otherwise, are gone. Instead, there’s a solemnity clinging to her.

“You know a lot of what life was like for me before I left for college,” she frowns. “But you have no idea how hard things got when I joined society. I was the weird one, a social outcast throughout college, and even throughout the first year as a nurse. Learning mannerisms, social norms… Dad didn’t teach me any of that.”

No, he wouldn’t have. Anchor would’ve taught her the bare minimum to get by. He loathed the world, which was why it was so easy for him to hide from it. Anchor doesn’t miss life—he thrives in the absence of it.

Blair sighs as she considers her next words.

“I struggled so hard to find my place in the world,” she says, her voice becoming deeper as her body stiffens. “Do you know why, Ledger? Because it’s a fucking amazing place to be! Life was black and white with Dad, but life without him I could finally see in color. Was it disorienting at times? Sure, but I loved it! And I was figuring it out—slowly, sure, but I was doing it and all on my own. I was proud of what I was accomplishing.”

My heart sinks at the heartache in her voice.

When Blair’s bottom lip quivers, my breath catches.

Blair snags it between her teeth as she looks down. For a moment, she’s silent. Her hands slide down to my chest where they come to a rest. Her touch, even though my shirt, burns me. I shiver, my body hypersensitive.

“You were right.” Her voice drops to hardly more than a whisper as she continues. “I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t quite sure who CeCe really was. Am I relieved I can be myself here? Sure. But—” She jerks her head up.

There’s a flash of rage in her eyes.

It’s my only warning.