I swallow, "Saint."
"Shh!"
His whisper comes from somewhere above me. I turn my head to find him staring at my butt. "You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?" His voice is contemplative. There’s an intensity to it that sends a shudder down my spine. My stomach flip flops and goosebumps rise on my skin.
"Saint…" I clear my throat. "Please…"
"Hmm." He rolls his neck and his joints pop. I wince. It’s like a declaration of what is to come. The calm before the storm. The silence before the tsunami hits the shore. Do it, do it. Don’t delay.
"I know what you want, Gigi."
"You do?"
He nods, "And I’ll give it to you. Every single experience that you ache for, I promise you’ll have it… And some you don’t dare even think about, though in your heart you want it. Know what I mean?"
I open my mouth to speak, but the words dry up. My entire body braces… My muscles wind up, toes digging into the carpet. My clit pulses and my pussy squeezes down, wanting…needing him. His cock. His fingers. His thick thighs between mine as he tears into me with his cock. Moisture flows from between my legs and I can’t stop the whine that spills from me.
"Good girl," he growls.
I shudder.
"I promise you’ll get what you deserve…but first..."
I swallow.
"First, answer this riddle."
I snarl at the back of my throat. Enough with the stupid riddles already.
"Did you say something, pet?"
I shake my head, bite down on my lower lip and turn away. Fuck him, and his ability to reduce me to a trembling mass of need. My skin feels too tight for the rest of my body. My scalp feels like it’s on fire. I rub my thighs together and he laughs, "Look at you. So impatient, hmm?"
Get on with it already.
"About that riddle."
Fuck off.
"Soon, but first tell me... The more you take, the more you leave behind. What is it?"
I frown. Of course, my mind goes straight to that one thing. Could it be? Is it?
"You dirty girl," he chuckles. "I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not that. It’s so easy, Gigi. Go on, take a shot."
"Um," I try to form the word, but my throat is too dry. It is, is it…?
"Footsteps, of course."
I sag onto the couch. Jerk.
“One more, one more." He comes around, brushes aside my hair. "You ready, Gigi?"
I glare at him. He smirks, "Oh, but you’re getting there, aren’t you?"
I shoot him a glance meant to convey exactly where he can take his dick and stuff it… Up my arse. Hell. I squeeze my eyes shut. Why, why is it that I am empty and hollow and aching inside, even as every part of me wants to slap his stupid, handsome face? Right before I throw myself at his feet and ask him to lick me up, eat me up, slap my cunt, drink from it… "Ohhh."
I hear my whine, so pathetic.
"You’re gorgeous, sweet thing."
I crack my eyelids open. Beseech him with my gaze. Please, please.
He straightens, "Not yet."
I can’t stop the snarl that rips from me then.
"My god," I hear him breathe from above me. "So much spirit, so much beauty, so much everything you are, Gigi. You’ll be the death of me."
I swallow. Is he aware of the likely truth in his words? No one's ever focused their complete attention on me, made me the cynosure of their ministration in this manner before.
A tear squeezes out of the corner of my eye. He bends down, scoops it up. He sucks on his finger and my heart stutters. Why is that so damn intimate?
"About that riddle, then."
I blow out a breath.
"It’s easy, I promise."
Famous last words… Whatever. Can you get over it already?
"I am what you saw, but not what you see. What am I?" He asks.
A shadow. A mirage. An emotion from the end of time. It’s you, Saint, you.
He nods, "A memory, Gigi." His features twist. "And I am going to leave you with so many that it will drown out everything and everyone that came before me, I promise."
I hear him move, sense him bend, the heat of his body intensifying a second before he tears off my panties.
What the—?
I hear the whip of the belt, then the fire explodes across my butt, up my spine. I cry out. He doesn’t stop. He goes at it—one butt cheek, the other, back to the first— I scream again. The next—I shriek.
Each time he hits me, my body jolts forward. My sex clenches. A trembling builds from my toes. He spanks me so hard that my body pushes up to my tip toes. My clit rubs against the hard edge of the settee, and omigod! A quivering sweeps up from my toes. It can’t be. There’s no way he has brought me to the verge of orgasm so quickly, right? He leans back and the cool air grazes my butt. He dips his fingers into my exposed pussy. I shudder.
"You’re fucking wet for me."
I ball my fingers into fists.
"You want my dick inside you. Don’t you, you little slut?"
I shudder. How dare he call me that? My sex clenches around his finger. Why do I like it so much?
He adds a second finger inside and my trembling intensifies.
"Say it, Gigi."
"No."
He adds a third, a fourth, the emptiness at my core growing bigger, wider. I want more. I want his fat cock inside of me. I do. A sob wells up.
"Admit you want to be taken in every way possible. You want me to debase you, to show you exactly what it means for a woman to be open and vulnerable and completely broken down by her man."
Is he my man? Is he?
"Tell me, Gigi. Tell me you
