Haunting-Adeline

Finally, I ease my fingers out, licking them clean as she watches me with
a colorful expression. She’s sa sfied, but embarrassment, shame, and
anger are slowly creeping back in.
Now that she’s coming down from her high, reality is se ng in.
I laugh as she scrambles from my lap and rearranges her dress back to its
previous state—a tad more rumpled than before but no less beau ful.
There’s a slight wet spot between my legs, but luckily my black slacks
conceal it, and most of it got on the seat. I feel the need to leave a
hundred-dollar bill for whoever has to clean that.
“I can’t believe we did that,” she mu ers under her breath, seemingly to
herself as her hands dri over her hair, checking to make sure nothing is
out of place.
“You look beau ful,” I say, cu ng off her con nued mu ering and
rendering her silent. Subtly, she glances over her shoulder at me, but
doesn’t acknowledge my words.
“So, not only do you only fear me in the daylight, but you only love me
when I’m making you come.”
That gets her a en on. She whips around, fire in her eyes as she spits, “I
don’t love you.”
“Not yet,” I counter, topping it off with a grin. Her eyes narrow into thin
slits.
“Come on, li le mouse. You’ve wasted enough me ge ng your pussy
worshipped, let’s go get some answers.”
I slip past her, walking ahead of her and towards the doors. Yet, I s ll
hear her mu er asshole under her breath, and it does nothing but bring
me joy to know I get under her skin so deeply.