Page 13 of Sin & Fall
“What are you doing? Did you not get enough?”
He chuckles and spins me around to face him, leaving me dizzy and barely able to stand. “Just checking you’re not hiding anything. No wallet? How exactly were you planning on paying me for the ride?” He slides one hand down between my legs and pushes his finger into my drenched pussy. Satisfied at what he feels, he straightens my panties out, covering my pussy, and petting me there. “This check’s already been cashed. You’ll have to think of another way to reimburse me for my kindness.”
“Shouldn’t you have done all this before I had the chance to kill you?”
He cocks a brow and shrugs. “That wouldn’t be any fun. I was curious what you’d do. Honestly, didn’t expect you to actually fuck me. What do we have here?” He pulls out the rosary beads from my pocket, and dangles them in front of my face.
“What’s the point of these? You rub them and God grants all your wishes? How about you ask him to come save you from me. I wonder if he’d float down all majestically or land like a superhero.” Zack laughs like a crazy person. Because that’s exactly what he is. A drugged-up psycho.
I take a step backward, and a twig snaps under my shoe. Zack’s face goes blank as he falls silent. That look scares me more than his manic one.
I risk another step, but he tugs me toward him and loops the rosary beads around my neck, spinning me as he wraps them tighter. I struggle to get my hands free so he doesn’t choke me to death, but the zip tie doesn’t budge. A kick to the back of my knees knocks me off my feet, and I’m pushed face down, ass up in the dirt. I brace myself for him to take me again.
“Wait here,” he says roughly before patting my head.
I lie motionless as he fetches his bag and pockets the discarded veil of my habit. On the way back to me, he pauses next to the body. There’s a quiet anger radiating off him as he stays eerily still, staring down at what he’s done. They didn’t seem to know each other, but there’s something in Zack’s expression that I can’t quite place.
He puts his knife away and hauls the bag higher onto his shoulder. Then he unzips his jeans and pulls his dick out. I watch in shock as he relieves himself on the body. My mouth hangs open against the dirt as he shakes himself off. Rather than tuck himself away, he turns to me with his cock in hand.
“Come here and lick me clean.”
I blink a few times, thinking surely I misheard him.
“Little sinner,” he sing-songs. “Crawl to me and lick my cock clean with that filthy tongue of yours.”
“What will you do if I say no?”
“Do you really want to find out?”
It’s difficult to pull my top half up off the dirt, and even harder to crawl without the use of my hands. But I make my way over to him.
There’s a sick glee in Zack’s eyes as he watches me struggle.
My knees sink into something wet and warm. I don’t dare look to see if it’s blood or piss. Neither is preferable.
Stretching my tongue out, I lick once over his tip. Rather than urine, all I can taste is the mix of our come and my blood coating him. I hate to say it, but I like the flavor that makes upus.
“You can do better than that. Clean me up properly or I’ll make you clean him.”
Surely he’s not twisted enough to make me do that, but I don’t push my luck and choose to clean Zack willingly.
“So obedient for such a bad girl,” he croons as he slides his fingers through my hair; his nails scratching at my scalp makes my skin tingle. “Bet they loved putting you in your place back at whatever church you came from.”
It takes everything in me not to bite his cock clean off. Instead, I stick to what I’ve been taught.
Swirling my tongue around the crown, I lick him clean. The bitter taste is overwhelming.
His fingers tense in my hair, and I brace for the inevitable choke that comes next once he forces himself into my throat, but he lets go. I blink up at him, and his gaze hardens.
Ignoring his stare, I drag my tongue down to his balls and suck them clean as well.
“Fuck.” He grits his teeth. As he watches me, he brings his knife to my face and drags the tip lightly along my cheekbone, and then under my eye. I worry he’ll threaten me into finishing with a proper blowjob while I’m down here, but once he’s satisfied with his cleanliness, he tucks his dick and the knife away.
“That was surprisingly thorough.” Somehow, he sounds more pissed off. “Move it. Back to the gas station.” He grabs the rosary around my neck and pulls it upward, forcing me to shuffle after him on my knees.
“Stop! I can’t keep up!” I choke. Each time I stumble forward, he pulls me back upright to make me crawl some more.
The fact that the beads don’t snap as they’re pulled taut must be some sort of divine punishment for riding him like a horny cowgirl in the dirt. I’m hardly surprised since I’m used to feeling like my life is cursed.