Page 51 of Reckoning

I creep in through the same window, only the house feels different. It feels empty.

I look around, search around, and to my utter surprise, Sofia is not here.

But the guards are on the door. My guards. If Sofia is MIA why the fuck do they know nothing about it?

Maybe my little devil is more mischievous than I first realised. Maybe she isn’t quite so scared of her own shadow after all and I’ll admit that makes me more curious.

A voice in my head tells me to leave, after all, if my quarry is not here there is little point in remaining. But the sound of a key in the lock makes me pause.

A door shuts, the side door. Her shadow appears in the kitchen. She grabs a glass, pours herself some water and necks it back like it’s a shot.

If I was quick I could get out now, I could be gone before she noticed me. But where’s the fun in that?

I race up the stairs. Thank god I took my boots off because they would have made far too much noise and then Sofia would have realised and gotten hysterical.

I dart into her closet, hiding amongst the fine dresses that I’ve never seen her wear.

When she walks in and turns on the light, the brightness almost blinds me. I fear for a moment she might stalk right over to where I am. Only she doesn’t.

She crosses into the bathroom, goes for a wee, then brushes her teeth and removes what little makeup she had on. When she comes back out she’s already ditching her clothes.

I should shut my eyes, look away, give her a bit of privacy but what would be the point? Sofia is mine, if I want to see her then I will. She unhooks her bra, turns her back to me and pulls on a t-shirt.

When she climbs into the bed, I pause.

That’s new.

That’s different.

When did Sofia ever sleep in a bed? Is that a sign that she’s getting better, is that a sign that she’s recovering? I hope to god it is. The sooner she recovers the sooner we can both stop playing these games.

It takes forever for her to fall asleep. At one point I need to cough and I almost give myself away as I’m forced to cover my mouth and try to ease the damn tickle in my throat with as little noise as possible.

Even once she is away in the land of nod, I stay still, waiting. I don’t want to make any sudden moves and ruin this.

It feels like hours after I’ve climbed into her closet that I get out. She’s laying there, eyes shut, on her back, with the covers up to her throat.

She looks angelic, but I know deep down this woman is anything but; she just hasn’t realised it yet.

The other night she performed exactly the way we both needed. Will she do the same tonight? Will she lie there, letting me have my fill?

I can’t deny I’m not dying to find out. Not itching to be fucking her with my fingers already.

It takes all my effort to slow this down, to slow myself down. If I fuck this up now there is no going back. I can’t afford for her to wake. I can’t afford for her to realise what is happening.

I lay down, savouring the sound of her breathing, the scent of her hair, the way she doesn’t react, she just accepts my presence.

My hand traces her lips. God what would they feel like, wrapped around, sucking eagerly on my cock?

I slip a finger inside, meeting her teeth and as if she knows she opens her jaw, she relaxes.

I groan. I can’t even help it. I twirl my hand, getting my finger covered in her saliva and then I slide it out, popping it into my own mouth, licking it off. She tastes of fresh mint, I wonder how she’d taste after her mouth was full of my come?

My right hand palms my cock. It’s getting harder and hard not to touch myself. Not to pleasure myself as I pleasure her.

I carefully pull the covers off. She’s wearing a cami this time. Just a cami and her panties. Another new development.

I can see the way her nipples harden as the cool air hits them. As lightly as I can I run my hand over her breasts. She’s got great tits. She had greater ones, but with her weight loss these were the first to suffer. It’s another thing I can’t wait to fix. I want to bury my face in them, to suffocate between them.