Page 16 of Executing Malice

I keep the door open as I move deeper into her little bubble. My feet know every noisy spot, every creaky board as I make my way to her side. I am fully aware of the change in her breathing, the subtle catch, like she can sense me and waits in anticipation.

Below the waist, her hips shift against the sheets. Her ass wiggles in invitation. Her bent knee tugs a notch higher, opening her to me.

I find myself grinning at her unknowing submission. Even fast asleep, she knows she’s mine.

“That’s my girl,” I breathe as I graze one hand down the outside of her leg.

She parts wider for me and I am assaulted by the musky scent of her arousal. By the sweet brush of her need unspooling into the room.

“Ready for me?” I tease, trailing my fingers higher.

Leila gives the weakest little huff and presses her face deeper into the pillow.

I don’t make her wait. I slip my fingers down through her folds and into the pool already collecting at her entrance.

She’s soaked. A slippery, dripping mess, and I haven’t done a thing.

Chest swelling with pride, I slide two fingers inside.

Leila moans and shifts. Her hips tighten around the digits with greedy hunger. Her walls clamp down, a wet glove gripping me deep in the cavity of her body.

I don’t disappoint. I curl my fingers the way I know she likes and she gasps. Her fingers twist into the sheets. Her thighs tremble. She arches her spine and rolls back into my hand.

I lean down and brush my lips against the curve of her shoulder. “Cum for me, Leila.”

Like she should, she does. She obeys the command. She submits the way I’ve taught her to with just my voice.

A soft cry slips from her lips as her pussy clenches around me and she breaks. Her release soaks my fingers. Her breath catches in a stutter I live for and I drink it in.

Every sound.

Every twitch.

Every drip of her cunt milking my fingers.

I relish in the beauty of her. In the knowledge that I made her cum. That her orgasms belong to me.

Her body.

Her fucking mind.

I made her this way.

I slide my fingers free and watch her give a shudder at the loss. Her hips wiggle as if searching, as if her cunt needs to be filled again, but not yet. We still have ten days before I stretch herand breed her. Ten days before I get to feel her walls hug my cock and she sobs my name.

I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick her off. Then I use the same two fingers to reach back between her sprawled thighs, scoop up her mess and smear it down the hard shaft of my freshly erect cock.

I rub her pussy across the skin, coating myself with the scent of her release. I take my time pumping, enjoying the view of her flushed and used, her orgasm still thick in the air.

Where should I put it?I ask her silently.

It’s a nightly game we play where I pick a new spot to empty. Her cunt is my favorite, her tits a close second. But it’s hard with her on her stomach.

I pick the curve of her ass. I paint her skin in the dark and groan under my breath as my hot seed stains her, drips down the swell of her thigh.

Done, I reach down and tug the hem of her shirt back into place. The soft cotton soaks up the mess, but it’s fine.

Leila sighs, still asleep, but seemingly content.