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October 15 - October 16, 2022
How was it on the heels of my worst moments, my darkest sins, I had stumbled upon the one person I had been unconsciously searching for my entire life?
I had known from the moment I held her wrist and felt the blood thrumming there, the moment I saw the pulse fluttering in her neck.
“God, wildcat,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed the way you taste.”
I touched his face, laying my hand against his high cheekbone and feeling the stubble tickle my palm. He closed his eyes, pressing into my touch. “Goodbye, Mr. Markham.”
Even in the dark, I could see Mr. Markham’s wide smile. I expected him to grab me, to kiss me, maybe even to fuck me right here in this garden, but instead he only asked, “So may I have that dance after all?”
She would have to be punished, I decided. Punished for breaking my heart and even more so for breaking her own heart, a heart that was still trusted to my keeping and instruction.
Yes. I wanted to worship her the way she deserved, but she also deserved punishment, my recalcitrant wildcat, and if I brought her back to me, I would score her with every bite mark and handprint she deserved.
God, she looked so delicious right now. Even with the circles under her eyes, even with the frame I could tell had grown thinner since she’d left our home. I wanted to make her better. I wanted to heal her. I also wanted to fuck her ass until she begged for forgiveness.
“If you were still mine, my dick would be buried in that perfect mouth right now. If you were still mine, I’d bend you over the nearest chair and make all these guests watch as I ate your cunt and made you come in front of them like a little slut.”
It’s London, Ivy, in the most exciting century to be alive. Why wouldn’t people want to have a little fun?
Fear is part of this world, Ivy. So is uncertainty. But those things are only bad if they stifle us and keep us from living our lives the way we need.”
God, I loved her so much. I loved her so much that the word love seemed ridiculously inadequate for the magnitude of what I felt. I wanted to cut myself open and make her crawl inside of me. I wanted to live and breathe and drink every moment with her, for her, and then die for her a thousand and one times.
