Page 9 of Little Author

S eeing the sleuth so frazzled and pent up made my dick twitch. I couldn’t help myself. I had to play with her.

But not by touch. Not yet.

When I touched her skin, I’d destroy her. I didn’t know if I could stop myself from taking her beautiful song for good.

Instead, I pulled up my phone, watching as she searched for her vibrator and threw on porn she didn’t even like. The fake moans annoyed her, and even after flipping through different ones, she started to get angry.

What I didn’t expect was her clicking onto the dark web, her fingers flying over the keys, typing two words into the search, leaving me wondering if this was the first time she’d watched it.

Rape fantasy.

She wanted to watch women running from men. A consensual act in itself, but far from painless.

I got harder, my dick straining against my jeans to the point I felt the pain meant for her.

“Uh uh uh, Elodie.” I sang in the small space where I could view her without borders. “You don’t get to come until I fucking make you.”

The app to her vibrator was on my phone, I turned it up all the way as she slammed it into her cunt. I panted, watching her get closer and closer to the edge.

“Mmm. That’s right, fuck yes. Sing for me.”

She was sweating, her legs spread wide, her nipples tight and poking against the softness of her nightgown.

I wanted to ravage her. Ruin her. Break her apart.

I would give her this fantasy. I would make her beg for me to stop, but keep going.

Fuck I would destroy her if I could touch her. I had to stop. I had to stay away.

What if I kill her by mistake before I get my answers on ‘how in the fuck’ she knew me so well?

She wanted rough and depraved. She was begging for the darkness inside my soul and the pain behind my fly, but could she truly take it?

Most women couldn’t. They whined and tried to run.

It always ruined my fun.

I jerked my cock with my other hand, holding my phone, peering through the window of her flat. She was closer now, and so was I.

Just as her orgasm was about to peak, I smashed my dick down harder, felt every inch that would rip her cunt soon.

“Not yet. Sorry. Right now, I just need you to sing for me.”

The app had the button so easily available. Why any fucking moron would do this to themselves was beyond me, but alas for all the masochists out there…and now me. I thanked them.

This was my fun and my control of my chorus.

The app shut down the vibrator, and I no longer needed the device. I paced to hear her scream, watching from the rooftop of the building beside hers. Her anger, pain, and desperation were fucking beautiful.

“Fuck off with you then!”

She raged, throwing the toy out of the window, screaming even louder into a pillow. The neighbors, looking up from the downstairs windows, seemed concerned.

How cute. I wonder how they’ll feel when she’s dead.

“You break so beautifully,” I praised her from afar.

Knowing she would chase that high again, and I’d be there when she did.