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How Deep Is Your Love - Live - remorse, deprezz, Xizt
Penelope
With all the moving around after dinner, I slip away to Riot’s bedroom, desperately needing a shower. I love having the freedom to take a shower whenever I want.
I step into the bathroom and start stripping my clothes off. I don’t look at myself in the mirror, trying to protect the shred of confidence I gained at Riot’s words.
I’d love to break you. To have your body under me as you cum on my cock. To have your body against mine as you sleep. To have you.
Stepping into the shower, I set it to the hottest it’ll go, tilting my head back and letting the water from the ceiling fall down my body. My muscles from the day’s stress relax.
I let my forehead rest on the glass, looking to the city, trying to memorize every light and street I can see. I know this view won’t last forever. I know I won’t be needed forever. Riot will get his use of me, and then I’ll just be another body in his cemetery.
Sighing, I walk away from the window and grab some shampoo and massage some into my head.
When I’m almost ready to rinse it out, a pair of hands replace mine, massaging the shampoo into my scalp, but scaring the absolute shit out of me. I jump, turning around to see a heavily breathing Riot, fully clothed.
“You’re killing me, Moss,” he whispers, so low I almost didn’t hear it. His hands drop from my head, traveling to my neck, stopping on my shoulders. He starts massaging there, working the muscles. “Tell me no,” he pleads, his eyes almost black with the lust swirling in them. Does he not remember I don’t talk?
He moves my shoulders, getting me to turn around. Looking back out at the city, my chest moves faster, feeling a warm sensation growing in my belly, traveling down as moisture builds in between my legs.
I feel his lips on me, starting at my shoulder, to the back of my neck, down my arm, every finger. He moves my obnoxiously long hair over my shoulder as the twinkling lights of the city start going blurry.
His lips are soft. Warm as they trace my skin. Goosebumps erupt everywhere they touch, his fingers lighting fire under my skin as they skim around my hips. A breathy moan escapes my lips.
I close my eyes, letting my head fall back as his large hands grip my bony hips. I feel his lips at the top of my back, stopping in the middle. His fingers tighten around my hips, his voice raspy and deep, “I need you to tell me no.”
No. Yes.
He turns me around, leaving me with a sudden feeling of vulnerability. I’m shaved everywhere, per father’s demand. He made me keep everything shaved and clean so I didn’t look ‘disgusting’, as he would say. Sometimes he would sit there and watch me shave.
I’ve never felt more vulnerable than in those moments. He’d tell me when I missed a hair, or to spread wider so he could see.
Father sits in a small fold-out chair in front of my bed, watching me. I move the razor to the next section, swirling it in the bowl of water next to me to get rid of the hair in between the razors.
“Spread those legs wider, whore,” Father says. I listen, letting the leg that isn’t chained to the bed fall open wider. He smiles, evil lacing his eyes. Tears prick in mine. I hate you so much. My tears fall as he ruins me once more.
“Get out of that head. Stay here with me, baby,” he whispers, his lips tracing the little bulge of my stomach. I look down at him, his eyes now fully black, full of lust, and hunger. “Say yes?”
I try to speak, to give him the permission he so desperately wants. My mouth opens, but no sound escapes. I want to be strong. To be able to say the words my brain wants. Frustrated tears well in my eyes, and I wipe them away quickly.
I want to give him permission. I want this. Nodding my head slowly, his eyes spark with need before he dives in my pussy like a man starved for his last meal. He pushes me to lean fully on the glass, pulling one of my legs over his shoulder to give him better access. I moan, the feeling of real pleasure still foreign to me, but it shoots through my body like fireworks.
His hands move to my ass, squeezing them to the point of pain before he lifts one of his hands and brings it down on my ass hard, making me flinch forward and more into his mouth.
His tongue laps over my clit repeatedly, sometimes taking a second to press on it hard. The repeated action has me seeing stars. My hands fly to his shoulders, gripping the tight muscles like my life depends on it as I move my hips back and forth on his mouth.
“Dmitri,” I whisper, and I feel him stop for a second out of shock before his tongue continues it’s assault on my clit.
My organs start to heat up like I’m being lit on fire, the pleasure becoming unbearably good. I need more. My body feels needy, like I’ll die if I don’t get more.
My fingers tighten on Riot’s shoulders as the fire spreads throughout my bones, my nails digging into his skin as my hips buck over his mouth. I look down at him to see him already staring at me with lidded eyes.
The warmth in my belly explodes, my body tensing as it spreads throughout my whole body. Riot notices and takes my clit into his mouth, sucking hard. I throw my head back against the glass, a loud moan ripping out of my throat as my vision goes white, my orgasm ripping through me.
When I come down from my high, he’s still lapping me up, licking me clean. He looks up at me, a sated look in his eyes. He stands up, pushing the stray strands of hair out of my face before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.
It takes a few seconds before I kiss him back, shock slowly leaving me. I taste myself on his lips, it’s tangy but sweet. It’s weird I’m allowing this. I shouldn’t be. I should be scared of him. He’s my captor, for Christ’s sake. At least I actually wanted this, unlike every time I didn’t.
