Page 12 of The Last Feast

CONDUCTOR

AUGUSTE

When Hana has worked four inches into me, she traces a ring around my stretched hole. “It’s so pretty.” Then, she stands with her hand tucked under the handle to balance the weight, her eyes firmly fixed on my ass.

I need to come.

So badly, my heart races in anticipation of how she’ll look at me once that happens. At this moment, she watches me like I’m a work of art, something to be admired, but when I release, she’ll be horrified.

Only, she doesn’t touch my dick as I fuck myself on the handle she’s drizzling with more oil.

Instead, she steps over it with one leg so she’s straddling it, resting the ax head on the spotlight.

The sharp point digs into the metal so it doesn’t move as she lowers to a squat over the handle.

She keeps one hand wrapped around it to control the depth as she slowly grinds down, her eyes rolling back as her soft moans float up.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as she controls the pace. Each pass of her hips lightly moves the handle inside me, fucking me back until we match the other’s rhythm.

She’s fucking beautiful.

Her tits are perfect, with pale pink nipples, small brown freckles dotting the sides, and she squeezes them with one hand like she’s offering them to me while riding the ax to fuck me harder. She’s like a witch; it wouldn’t surprise me, considering the sorcery she’s used to pull me in.

But as she rides the metal, and I do too, we can’t tear our eyes off each other through the mirror.

She leans forward, changing the pressure inside me.

My eyes roll back in my head as every nerve ending in my body comes alive.

The deep pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before; even during my experimental release, it was never this fucking potent.

And when she grabs the leash to pull my head back, I move faster. Needing more. Needing her.

“Fuck me,” I rush out, my voice strained as I attempt to claw back my whimpered moans. “Fuck me, now. Please, baby.”

With her free hand, she lifts the bottle of oil and slowly pours it down her body. Her skin glistens as it travels from her collarbones to her navel, dripping down to race along the metal into me.

“Little more,” she moans. “You’re so beautiful like this. Look at you, Jamie.” She tugs on the leash. “Look how powerful you can be when you give me what I want.”

The sharp leather edge of the belt cuts into the delicate skin below my lip, making it look like I’m pouting at her. It only makes her eyes sparkle like gems.

“I want to feel you. Just once,” I beg. “Please. Kill me after. Let me feel you wrapped around me.”

If she’ll be disgusted by me, I’d rather see it as she lays beneath me than reflected at me from different angles in the mirrors like she is now.

“No,” she snaps, pulling my head further back before drizzling the oil over my back.

“Hana, please,” I moan as I push further back, taking more, needing her to touch my dick while she fucks my ass. “Please, baby. Fuck, I just want to feel you while you fuck me. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Tell me to kill her.”

My head is roughly pulled back to stare up at the ceiling, where Odette still hangs. I’ll hate myself for this, but I want this woman behind me more than the one above me.

“Kill her,” I say without any emotion.

I’ll look back at this moment in days, weeks, months, years and realize this is proof of all my problems. I always focus on the things behind me, whether it be the past or this woman.

I can’t think about that now, though, as she carefully lifts off the handle and quickly crawls under me so her face is near mine. I still, unsure if the ax will fall, but she cups my cheek with her clean hand as she softly orders, “Beg me again. I’m feeling merciful.”

“I need to feel your cunt. Feel how it tightens when you come, fill it with me so you never forget me. Please, baby. You’ve claimed my mouth, my ass—claim my dick as yours.”

She smiles, and I forget everything. It’s so gentle, like she protected it behind her violence. Dipping my head, I capture her lips and moan into her mouth, taking her by surprise. But then she’s moving more than her mouth as she pulls the belt down to my neck.

Threading her hand between our bodies, she wraps her fingers around my dick.

Her touch controls my moans like she’s a conductor.

I greet every fucking inch of her mouth, softly stroking my tongue against hers, then tense as she guides me into her warm cunt.

The combination of my ass being stretched while she slowly pulls herself onto my dick are unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Every nerve in my body is stimulated, but I can’t fully push into her as she clenches around the tip of my dick.

Each small movement I make, even my breathing, alters the angle of the ax like she’s fucking me twice.

“Baby,” I whimper. “Han, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

Her smile widens, and I rest my forehead on hers so I can watch it. The paint around her mouth has been rubbed away, revealing more freckles and the softest pink lips I’ve ever seen. Awe, disbelief, and gratitude leave me on a breath. “You’re so beautiful.”

Then, I dive back down to taste her smile as the little patches of her cheeks turn red. “My beautiful God,” I mumble against her lips, fucking her in shallow thrusts to feel more of her.

“Harder.” She digs her nails into my back. The oil makes her slip, leaving four stinging lines that flood my body with adrenaline.

I slowly inch into her, savoring the feeling of her tightly wrapped around me. But she’s impatient, pulling the ax away then throwing it to the floor with a crack before attempting to wrap her legs around me. The oil counteracts her need, putting me in control for once.

“Beg me,” I taunt, pulling my hips back an inch. “Beg for the only dick you will ever fucking have.”

“I. Don’t. Beg.” Her teeth come out as she bites into my cheek, lifts her hips, and clenches. “Mine.”

“Fucking yours!” I thrust into her fully, burying my dick as deep as I can.

She screams, “JAMIE!”

She.

Fucking.

Screams.

“That’s it.” I pull out to the tip then slam back into her even harder. “Who’s fucking you?”

Our slick bodies slip, and she slides up my chest. The only thing she can hold is my hair, and I can’t fucking control myself as I fuck her harder.

Harder.

Harder.

Until I don’t know where I end and she begins.

As soon as her teeth leave my cheek, I take her lips hostage. She fights me, battles my tongue invading her mouth to be the one to plunder me when she has already done it, mind, body, and tattered fucking soul.

There’s more give in the wires as the plastic stretches, but I can’t reach her face. I keep pulling, craving more of her even when I’m deep inside her. I have to tense to stop myself from coming as I kiss her even deeper, pouring every worthless part of myself into her cleansing mouth.

“Come,” she mumbles, stroking down my nape. “Give yourself to me.” She sucks on my tongue. “Fill me with your love and your life.”

I bite her lip, refusing to let go, refusing to let her see me become a disgusting shell. But she moans, clenching as she works her hand between us to make circles on her clit. I push down, trapping her hand there.

“Who’s the needy fucking whore now?” I grit, spitting into her mouth.

Hana strokes across my shoulders as she arches her back, moaning. I’m distracted by the sound, the smile, the way her tits are pressed to my chest—her. So much so, I don’t realize what she’s doing until she wraps the belt around her fist and chokes me.

“You.” She smiles wider, darker. “Now come.”

The loss of air stops me fighting my release as she forces herself over the edge with me.

I grind into her as my balls tighten; electricity crackles up my spine, and I scream as the air cools my hypersensitive skin.

Stars burst behind my eyes, my ears ringing, but none of that stops me from hearing her soft praise as she kisses my jaw.

“My sweet thief.”

And then, it crumbles.

The downpour starts as I hide in the crook of her neck.

Shame.

So much fucking shame, I’m drowning internally, but my tears don’t carry any of it away.