of mine is fleeting and it won’t last forever. Tears stream down from eyes as I come to a nauseating realization.
He’s going to give me more of these.
And I want them.
I want them so bad.
What the hell kind of person does that make me?
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Gabe
She tastes sweet like forbidden fruit.
I’m the snake in this story. Slithering and tonguing the innocent thing as I whisper evil words. Baylee is like Eve from the Bible. Barely nibbled at the apple I’ve seductively offered her. One bite and the sweetness has infected her veins. The evil of me runs through her like venom.
She’s mine.
I’ve tainted her in ways that will remain with her until the day she dies. I’ll live inside her always. In her nightmares. In her dreams. In her fantasies. When she wants to come, it’ll be my tongue she thinks about. When she needs comfort, it’ll be me she hopes will give it to her.
I’m going to train her, yes.
I’m going to shred her mind and body, then rebuild them exactly as I want them to be.
And once she’s mine in every sense of the word, I’ll see to it that it stays that way. She will be perfect because I will have made her.
Watching her give in so easily to the pleasure I offered was proof of how she was made to be mine. The other women I’ve trained weren’t like her. They were promiscuous, too eager to please in order to get what they wanted.
Not Baylee.
She’s fucking innocent.
She’ll want to please, but it’ll be because she wants my favor and good grace. It helps I’ve known her most of her life. Unlike the other women, Baylee and I have years of a connection to help us through this. She trusted me like a father. Yet for a girl who looked at me to protect her like her dad did, she sure did enjoy tempting me.
My innocent girl always craved the darkness that’s been threaded inside me my entire life. I’m capable of hiding my sinister thoughts to fit within society, but my sweet girl is perceptive and knowing. She saw that darkness. Fucking flirted with it. Sure, she had her fuckface boyfriend, but she always fantasized about what it’d be like to have her dad’s best friend between her thighs.
Now all her dreams have come true.
And it’s better than she expected.
A smile tugs at my lips as I lazily lick her slick pussy lips. My fingers inside of her are strangled by her tight cunt. Images of my cock inside her nearly have me wanting to skip training to jump right to the good part. I’m achingly hard as I imagine her squeals of pleasure.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Her breathing is ragged and her hips slightly lift. I don’t think she realizes she is silently begging for more. She wants this even if she’s not ready to admit it. I nip at her clit again, loving the way her body jolts and she cries out. Her juicy pussy makes a slurping sound as I slowly slide my fingers out of her.
So pink and ripe for eating.
The flesh of her pussy is red from my mouth and fingers. I want to pull my dick out and come all over the abused skin, but I refrain. Barely.
Arousal leaks from her hole, threatening to drip down to her ass. Hungrily, I lap at the essence, starved for her sweet, pure taste. I clean up the mess with my tongue, eagerly dipping inside her body to seek out anything I missed. Her breaths come out as needy pants. She wants more. Craves it with the most primal part of her being.
I inhale her, enjoying the moment, when my mind drifts to last week. When I was so close to carrying out my plan. When she almost tempted me to take her right then.
Screams.
Loud and terrified.
Horrible.
I drop the hose where I’d been washing my car and jolt up the steps of the house next door. Something’s not right. Baylee is home alone. Screaming bloody fucking murder.
Every protective instinct flares to life.
No one touches her.
Baylee is mine, even if I can’t have her yet.
I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from me.
Flying across the yard, I bound up the steps and fling open the front door. Her screams grow louder. She’s calling for her dad. She’s calling for me. Sobbing. Fuck, she’s sobbing.
I storm through the hallway. The door is locked to the bathroom. She’s