before I force it into my wet, gaping hole.
Chapter Eleven
His seed is warm, thick, and tastes salty and sweet. It slides down my throat with the last thrust of his hips and he pulls it out, wiping it against my cheek.
Reade moves to stand behind my chair, but he crouches down and pushes my hair away from my neck. He brings his hands around and squeezes my tits so tightly that I could almost swear he was trying to rupture them.
“Keep fucking yourself,” he commands into my ear as he releases my left tit, and begins to rub my clit. I lean my head back, let out a sound I never knew I was capable of, and keep moving the sparrow in and out of my cunt, rolling my hips against it.
“You’re so beautiful, Pally,” he whispers as he rubs my clit faster. “So fucked up and godly in your own way.”
I take in a deep breath as I feel myself moving closer toward the edge of euphoria, then close my eyes, biting down as hard as I can on my lower lip. When I taste the copper, and he squeezes my tit again, my body begins to shiver as my pussy starts to convulse against the sparrow.
I open my eyes and look over at Reade who’s watching me with a satisfied smirk on his face. He leans forward and licks the blood away from my lip as I use the twine to pull the sparrow out of my cunt and offer it to him as a gift.
Part of being cleansed is to show the one helping you that you genuinely appreciate their efforts with small gestures of gratitude.
Reade looks down at the bird in my hand and shakes his head. I drop it into the palm of his hand and while he’s chuckling and thinking of a way to dispose of it, I immediately glance at the screen to see.
My heart flutters with happiness.
I’ve never had a crowd this large before and they all need to pay to enter my little palace of pain and hell so I know the reward will be grand.
“What else do you have in that bag?” he asks as he walks over to a wastebasket and drops the bird in. “Anything bigger?”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I sigh in frustration as I get to my feet and head toward the door.
“Please don’t leave me,” I tell him as I reach the door. Pushing my hair behind my ears, I look at him with hope that he’ll stay.
“I can’t. I’m not done with you yet,” he replies with a smirk.
I let out a sigh of relief as I open the door and step out into the hallway.
“Stop distracting me,” I hiss at her.
“You shouldn’t be doing this to yourself. Your body is a gift and you’re mistreating it,” she snaps at me.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I bark into the darkness, stamping my bare foot against the dirty, concrete floor. “It’s my body. My temple to do with what I please and this is how I choose to be worshiped.”
“Paloma, isn’t there more that you can do with your time rather than destroying yourself slowly? You’re a beautiful girl—a smart girl and you hate yourself so desperately. Why?”
I put my hands on my hips as I tap my foot impatiently. I don’t know why she thinks she can speak to me like this. As if she knows me better than I know myself; I’m happy the way I am now, which speaks volumes because I’ve always hated myself before.
“I want you to leave me alone. And don’t tell the Bitch Mother what I do down here or you’re going to regret it,” I warn, holding up a finger I know she can’t see.
She lets out a sigh that echoes through the empty halls, but offers no other words. I squint in an attempt to see what she’s doing, but it never works. She always hides from me because she’s afraid of what I can do to her. It doesn’t stop her from meddling in my affairs, but only to a certain point.
As I walk back toward the door, back to Reade and our adoring, captivated audience, I let out a sigh of relief when I hear her footsteps shuffling into the distance.
Perhaps I’ve finally gotten to her once and for all.
Chapter Twelve
"Sorry about that,” I tell Reade when I reenter the room and lock the door again. “She can be so goddamn annoying sometimes, but