She wants to come as much or more than I do.
I watch as her hand dips into the water between her legs. Her hooded eyes look up at me, and her breath slows and shallows. She doesn’t wait for me to start, for me to tell her touch herself. She took control of the situation.
Clearly, the only way she can come is if she’s in control.
I’ll let her have that control tonight, because I want to watch her come in pieces. I need to hear the ecstasy she feels as she moans and calls out—in person, not over a monitor. Not through a closet.
Tomorrow though, I’ll use this little tidbit against her. All I have to do to beat her is take the control.
Liesel is already broken, so taking control won’t break her; it will just burst the stitches holding together the illusion that she’s whole.
“Are you going to touch yourself, too, or am I doing this by myself?”
I chuckle.
“Need to see my cock in order to come?”
She bats her eyelashes. “I don’t need a man for anything. But looking at your filthy cock won’t hurt, even if it’s not as impressive as the guys I’m used to.”
My hands grip the side of the tub as I raise myself above the water and sit on the edge, so she can see just how unimpressive my cock is, according to her. I smirk, and my eyes threaten of what I want to do to her, of what I should do to her.
She gasps when our eyes meet.
“Killer, don’t…not tonight…”
Tomorrow.
We both know we will make it to the finals. Tomorrow we will finally fuck each other, hurt each other. Fight each other to win the battle she entered us in.
I nod solemnly, agreeing to her terms.
She exhales harshly, her shoulders slumping.
I grab my cock, holding it loosely in my hand.
Her eyes are locked on my hand as she rubs between her submerged legs.
“Show me,” I say. I won’t be able to keep my hands off her if I can’t see her come.
She licks her bottom lip, considering my command. Then she hops up on the tub edge opposite me. She spreads her legs wide as he lifts one leg up onto the side of the tub, giving me an even better view.
Her lips are swollen pink. Her pussy is bare. Her perfectly manicured fingers slip between her legs and into her tight slit. When she removes her two fingers, I can see the sticky evidence of how turned on she is on her fingers. Her moisture is dripping from her pussy down to her ass.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
She smiles at my reaction. “Like what you see?”
I glance down at my cock that has somehow grown harder. Painfully harder.
I pump my cock, showing her how much I appreciate the show.
Her soft moan hits me in the chest, making me ache to touch her. God, why did I agree to not touch her again?
“Do you like it soft and slow or hard and fast?” I ask.
“I like it in control, without pain, but then you already know that. You?”
“I like being in control, too.”
She rubs over her clit, her head falling back until she’s no longer looking at me. “Which is one of the many reasons why we shouldn’t ever fuck. We can’t both be in control. All we’d end up doing is hurting each other.”
I snort. “We hurt each other plenty without fucking.”
Her eyes roll back to me. She’s breathless, her cheeks are a light pink, and the way she’s biting on her bottom lip and no longer speaking shows how close she is to coming. She stops moving her fingers quickly over her clit. She slows to the point there is no way she’ll come.
“You first,” she pants.
“I thought it was ladies first?”
“I’m not showing you how incredible I look when I come until you show me how much of the devil escapes your soul when you do.”
I pump faster, letting my gaze roam her body and pretend her hand is the one stroking my cock. I have no problem being the one who comes first.
Faster, faster I stroke until warm white liquid shoots from my cock, splashing in the water between us.
As soon as I come, she loses it. One more circular motion of her fingers over her clit, and she’s crying out in soft explosive moans.
I try to soak in everything. Her face opening wide as if she’s letting all of the pain out. Her breasts heaving up and down. Her opening is contracting around her fingers, soaking them in her come.
It’s too much and too little. I want more. I want to feel her as she comes. Taste her. Smell her.
For now, seeing will have to be enough.
Slowly, she comes back to earth. While she came, she was her most vulnerable. I could have asked her any question, done anything to her, and she would have let me.
I tuck that secret away for another time. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take advantage of her like that, but I will if I have to.
I lean forward.
“You got it wrong. The devil doesn’t escape me when I come. More of the devil enters my soul until I’m more evil than anything else.”
I grab her hand where her fingers are still buried in her pussy. Slowly, I remove them, watching her body reluctantly release her fingers and spill out cum. Then I lift her hand to my mouth, and I suck her fingers clean.
I got to see her come. I got a taste and smell of her cum. Now all I need is to feel.
That will be the last thing I take from her.
She swallows hard, like her throat is on fire.
“I think I liked the then part the most,” she says.
I agree.
“Finally, I want to hear all your lies. This changes nothing. I still want to kill you.”
15
Liesel
