I skate my palm over the twist of her torso, my hand hovering, but never touching.
My cock throbs. Begging. Pleading.
“Show me another pose.” I say it so slowly that I wonder if I’ll manage to successfully deliver my next sentence without my voice cracking over the sheer weight of my need to watch her like this. “Something I can use for the circus, pet.”
She falls back to a relaxed state, her piercing gaze shining bright with defiance. She stays silent while she hesitates until she lifts her right leg toward her back, her toes pointed. Keeping her eyes on me, she arches her back and brings her arms backward, taking hold of her foot and pulling it over her shoulder.
There’s a faint throb of victory at seeing her contort her body like this.
I knew she could do it.
I just couldn’t imagine how talented she truly was, her body bending in ways mere mortals only wished they could. My obsession for my thieving doll only tumbles further down into the pits of my black heart.
Humming in approval, I begin to circle her again. When my devouring gaze eventually lands on the small piece of gusset barely covering her pussy, I’m almost brought to my knees.
My mind scorches with visions of impaling her with my cock over and over until her cunt is so full of me that my cum drips down her thighs.
I gnash my teeth like a frenzied animal, completing a full circle around Veil while she strains to keep the pose, arms taut and muscles shaking.
I’ve been a good boy until now …
But it’s getting rather boring.
“Don’t break your pose, or you won’t get your freedom — understood?” My voice is tight with lust while my fingers pop my jeans open, quickly pulling the zipper down.
I grip my cock with such force that it hurts, but it’s followed by overwhelming relief when I drag my thumb over the tip, toying with my ringed piercing.
Veil’s cheeks were already rosy with the exertion, but a renewed flush crawls up her neck as her gaze dips to me fisting my cock. She looks back up, her expression a beautiful symphony of concentration and barely tempered desire. Her eyes smolder, and I wonder how far I can push her until she snaps.
She licks her lips and rasps, “Understood.”
Time slips, and we face each other for what feels like an eternity, the same hauntingly melodic tempo welcoming us into this new debauched season we’ve found ourselves in.
Keeping my eyes pinned to hers, I spit in my hand and bring it back to my cock, slicking it over my throbbing length. I’m a live wire, thrumming with the most intoxicating energy. That, paired with the perverse thrill of parading Dizzy’s corpse down the street of Pravitia earlier today, has me ready to explode. The desire to channel this erratic energy into Veil has become unbearable.
My attention falls on the tremor in her arms just before her grip on her foot slips.
“Hold it,” I bark.
She straightens back into position, a small bead of sweat sliding over her temple and down her cheek. With my cock still in hand, I stroll to face her back, and I’m met with the most ravishing of visions.
The thin patch of fabric stretched over her cunt has grown damp. My taunting chuckle is anything but amused, and the urge building behind my chest is akin to bloodthirst.
She’s wet.
She’sfuckingwet.
“What do we have here?” I muse innocently.
Bending down, I lean closer and softly blow right between her legs. She jolts at the sensation, and my laugh turns that more provoking.
“Hold the pose a little while longer, pet,” I groan darkly, trailing a finger down the damp fabric and pushing it into her pussy so it molds to her even tighter. “I promise you, the reward will be worth it.”
20
VEIL
I’m a trembling mess. Every nerve in my body is engulfed in the most intoxicating of infernos. My muscles are burning with the effort of keeping the pose for this long, but somehow, I find the strength to stay perfectly still.
