Chapter 12: Red Thorns: Chapter 11

The day I dreaded is here.

The day where I can’t keep my mask in check.

The day where I can’t control my sick, twisted cravings.

I’ve gone through a million defense mechanisms to bottle it all in. I played the social game and the diplomatic one. I excelled at maintaining a façade and painting a different image in other people’s heads.

Not once have I let myself slip, despite the countless temptations. Despite the blinding urges and the compelling chances. Not even during my hot-blooded teenage years.

I’ve excelled at self-control. Having learned from my grandparents and Nate that the lack of it would only land me in trouble.

It’d make me end up like my parents. Disfigured in a foreign land.

For someone with a savage command over emotions, I can tell when I’m on the edge.

When my mask, that’s almost become a part of who I am, can no longer remain intact.

Because here I am, standing over Naomi as she lies on the ground. The moonlight and the car’s headlights cast a glow on her delicate features.

But there’s nothing delicate about the stupefaction written all over her face.

She’s on her back, her bare thighs locked in an awkward position, and her hoodie is twisted up at her sides, revealing her belly.

My attention is stolen by the erratic rise and fall of her chest—and her round tits that I felt the fullness of earlier and should’ve had in my mouth.

At the reminder, my dick hardens until it’s fucking pulsing against the confinements of my jeans.

When Naomi stood me up tonight and I decided to ambush her at her house, I didn’t count on it going this far. I only planned to tease her a little, to press her buttons and watch her adorable reaction to losing control.

But then I kissed her again. I touched her. I smelled her scent, some shit with lily and peaches that I wouldn’t usually care about but I now want to take it to bed with me every night.

But most of all, I felt the moment a portion of her guard fell down and saw a hint of vulnerability.

I saw someone scared of the unknown, but curious about it at the same time.

And I had to explore that. I had to keep tonight going and take this to the next level.

One even I didn’t realize I was capable of.

I’ve always fantasized about violence, but the chase? Fuck me, the chase nearly had me come in my pants from the thrill alone.

Watching Naomi sprint through the trees, scared but determined, stirred an ugly beast. One I’ve been keeping under wraps ever since I learned about its existence.

But now, I can’t.

Now that I had a taste of Naomi’s fear and tasted her subtle excitement on my tongue, I crave more.

And this need is different from that adrenaline-induced feeling during a game or the obligation to maintain control that’s been engrained in me.

This thing that’s blossomed inside me is primitively twisted and sickeningly raw.

And yet, I haven’t put an end to it.

I won’t.

She provoked this part of me and we’ll both see it to the very end.

Naomi sits up, using her shaking hands as support. She takes a few moments to catch her breath and swallows audibly as she ogles my bulge. If there was ever a moment I was proud of my size, it’s right now. I revel in the way her dark eyes widen and her upper lip twitches, but whether it’s in awe or in fear, I have no idea.

When she speaks, her tone is quiet. “What if I don’t want my mouth on your dick?”

“Is that why you won’t stop staring at it?”

Her gaze flits to mine and even under the dim light, I can see how dilated her pupils are. Almost like they’re turning black.

She lifts her chin and hardens her voice, but there’s still a tremor in it. “Maybe I’m staring at it because I want to cut it.”

“Or look at it.”

“You have a wild imagination.”

“Was it also my imagination when you trembled in anticipation? Or when your lips parted the moment my dick touched your stomach?”

“Y-yes.”

“You don’t sound very convincing, Tsundere.” I pull down the zipper of my jeans and free my thick, erect dick with a low groan.

I honestly don’t remember the last time I’ve been so hard, to the point of being on the verge of exploding with a mere touch of my hand.

Naomi’s breath visibly hitches as she openly watches me, her face paling. Her beautiful mouth parts, accentuating the prominent teardrop on her upper lip that I sucked and nibbled on not too long ago.

“If I do it…” Her huge fuck-me eyes meet mine. “If I get you off, I win.”

My lips curve in a smile. My little cheerleader catches on fast. I like that. It makes the game even more fun.

“But you can’t make a bet when I’m collecting my win, baby.”

“You made a bet when you were collecting your win earlier, why can’t I?”

Clever fucking minx.

“What if you don’t succeed?”

She lifts her shoulders. “Then you win.”

I like that idea. In fact, I like it so much that I’m considering not coming and torturing my dick just so I can torment her further.

“Do we have a deal?” she implores.

I give a quick nod. “On your knees, Naomi.”

She gulps, the sound echoing in the silent forest around us, as she moves into position. Her bare thighs are tucked together and strands of her jet-black hair stick to her face when she lifts her head and stares up at me.

The tang of anticipation and the tinge of fear on her face do strange things to me. Aside from making me want to fuck her face until it’s smeared with her tears and my cum.

“You have to open your mouth for the whole process to start, Naomi.”

She does so tentatively. Fuck. It’s so small, I don’t know how the hell she’ll fit me inside her.

I release my dick and stifle a groan. “I need your hands on it first.”

She hesitates for a second and I command her again, but with a jerk of my head instead of using my voice.

Surprisingly, she understands the unspoken order and reaches her petite hands toward me. The moment they cautiously wrap around my length, almost like she doesn’t know how to touch it, I briefly close my eyes. She strokes me softly, too softly. I focus on taking hard, guttural breaths so I won’t come from the mere brush of her skin against mine.

When I reopen my eyes, Naomi is staring up at me and then looks at my dick while she strokes it, as if she’s reading my reaction to her.

“Tighten your hold and do it faster,” I grunt.

She picks up her pace, but it’s not enough. She’s still uncertain, treating me with kid gloves like I might break when it’s the other way around.

The only one susceptible to breaking in this situation is her.

“Don’t be scared of applying pressure. You won’t hurt me.”

Naomi tightens her tiny grip and moves it from the base of my dick to the tip. I hiss in a breath and she pauses, her movements unsure, before she resumes her task.

While I don’t mind being fondled by her, this is neither the time nor the place.

“Take me in your mouth and stop the innocent virgin act.”

She glares up at me, her gaze burning in the pitch-blackness, and I expect her to let her sarcastic side loose, as usual, but she slowly guides me inside her mouth.

Her technique is awkward at best as she tries to fit me in as much as possible. Is this a tactic so she can get away without sucking me off?

In her attempt to stuff me in, her teeth graze my dick and I grunt as I grab a handful of her hair and wrench her head back. “No fucking teeth.”

Her eyes widen, but she nods as she closes her lips around my dick and sucks at a moderate pace.

“Are you sure you want to get me off? Because at this rate, I’ll be falling asleep.”

She frowns, and sucks harder, a challenge sparking in her eyes. But she’s not dropping the act of pretending to be clueless.

Wait a fucking second.

Maybe it’s not an act.

“Holy fuck. You’ve never put a dick between those pretty lips before, have you?”

It’s barely visible, but a slight blush creeps up her cheeks as her gaze turns downcast. I tighten my hold on her hair and pull her attention back to me, her huge eyes imploring, almost begging me to tell her what to do.

Why is that such a turn-on?

I shouldn’t help her win, but I couldn’t give two fucks about that right now. The fact that she’s on her knees for the first time ever, that she’s so inexperienced in giving blowjobs that she’s actually looking at me for pointers is a moment I want to tuck in a secret box and revisit later.

A weird sense of possessiveness grips me by the fucking ball. She’s like this for me.

Only me.

“Use your tongue,” I tell her firmly but not harshly.

She complies, unhurriedly at first, as if getting a feel for me, but then her rhythm picks up, matching my thudding heartbeat.

“Hollow your cheeks as you suck, baby,” I growl.

Naomi is a fast learner. She doesn’t even need me to tell her how to alternate between sucking and licking and figures it out on her own.

Her technique is still sloppy at best, but she makes up for it with the force of her determination. With the challenge shining in her dark gaze. With how her entire body is in tune with her strokes.

“Stop,” I grit out from between clenched teeth.

She does, her brows drawing together.

“Open your mouth the widest possible and keep it that way.”

When she does, I pull out to the tip, then thrust in, hitting the back of her throat over and over. I use her hair to keep her head steady and in the same position.

Moisture shines in her eyes and a shudder invades her.

She doesn’t fight, though. Even as her gag reflex kicks in. Even when she drools, her face reddening, and the tears finally spill free.

They’re curious ones, her tears, and there’s this primal need pulsing inside me to see more of them. To smear them on her face with my fucking cum.

It’s the first time I’ve ever thought about tears in such a way.

On her, they’re a different way where I can dominate her until her submission rips free through them.

Naomi still doesn’t attempt to push me away like any normal person who’s having breathing problems would.

In fact, she tries her hardest to keep her mouth open for me.

Fucking fuck.

She’s a lot more than I initially thought. The need for more shining in her teary eyes matches the raging urge inside me.

I don’t hold back as I thrust to the back of her throat, claiming her wet heat over and over again.

My groans echo the sloppy sounds of my dick sliding in her mouth, rubbing against her tongue and slamming at the back of her throat. I choke her with it until her cheeks and neck turn a deep shade of red and her face is a map of drool, tears, and precum. I use her with a brutality that consumes me, and her, judging by how she gasps in air, then quickly opens her mouth.

She might be inexperienced, but the pleasure is nothing like any professional-level blowjob I’ve had before.

I want to last longer, to dominate her until nothing is left, but I can’t.

The orgasm is so strong and sudden that it takes me a while to empty my cum down her pretty throat.

Then, before I’m done, I pull out and finish on her face, smearing her petite nose, her plump lips, and her soft cheeks. Even her eyelashes. I mark her in a way I’ve never felt the need to mark anyone before.

Fuck.

She won.

But it’s not only about the bet. As I stare at her satisfied expression, even as cum and tears mar it, I feel like she won something else, too.