I Gave Him Fentanyl - 🔞A Dark Romance Thriller

28. Man-Eater

THE AIR in my basement turns warm; its heavy, damp warmth clings to my skin, making my nape and back slightly drenched with tiny beads of sweat. But I know it's only from the heat of our bodies, intensely seething up towards one another.

I push him back on the wall, distancing him from getting close to my face. "NOT until you answer my questions." I reproach blatantly.

His muscles on his abdomen clench as he laughs with perfect low vibrato. "Stubborn little Alice."

"You're the stubborn one, Rabbit. I wonder how... long... will it take to break you."

"You'll..." He tilts his head to the side, mocking me. "Rot."

I raise my hand and reach for the red ribbon tying up half my hair. As I pull it free, the rest of my dark wavy curls pool on my back.

"Do you remember this?" I playfully wave the thin strip of ribbon at his direction. "It's one of the ribbons you tied my wrists with when you gave me a visit in my room."

"How can't I?" He says, and it sounds like it came from a smirk.

I stretch the red ribbon with my hands then carry it close to his massive stiff erection.

"What're you-" He tries to shift away; but his space is limited, so I still get to corner him. My hands quickly loop the red ribbon around his sack, getting heavier and heavier with each passing second from my touch. I tie it tightly, and with the remaining length of the ribbon, I further stretch it upward and twirl it just about his tip, until I make a little bow-tie.

I slightly move back, finding time to appreciate my work. A smile dares to escape my lips to see him like a Christmas present wrapped in a bow in front of me. It's a satisfying gift for myself.

"You're..." His chest heaves up as he inhales deeply and desperately. "...very sick."

"--Says the psychopath."

"Oh, yes... I... Am..." He gulps down to steady his shaky breathing, then with his might, he eyes me threateningly. "...and I'll do something more worse to you once I'm out."

I lean close on the head of his cock - my mouth just inches away. I let my saliva drip past my lips, it lands exactly on the opening of his penis. It glazes his orifice, and I spread it evenly around the head with my index fingertip, making it wet.

I avert my eyes back to his. "Who says you're ever getting out?"

His smart mouth isn't able to snap back as he's barely focusing on what I'm saying now. He's purely distracted at the warm sensation of my spit lathering his cockhead. I notice the veins on his lower abdomen tense, and those around his shaft too, then I realize he's beginning to release some translucent liquid from the hole of his cock. It bubbles out and languidly drips, mixing itself with my saliva.

"Oh, look..." I dip my finger on it, blocking his urethra to stop it from leaking. "Already spilling your precum, huh?"

"C-cunt..." He curses in a disoriented manner.

"Aw..." I giggle. "No creative nicknames for me this time?"

I can imagine him just biting back his tongue behind his rabbit mask -- becoming momentarily quiet yet filled with a series of groaning and sighing. He can't respond properly without being a shuddering, heaving mess.

I enjoy the sight.

My hands start to work on his cock. I take a firm grasp and softly bring it up. I clench my palms into fists around his bulbous glans, gathering the mixture of his precum and my spit, then drag it down to coat the rest of his lengthy shaft. It lubricates his cock, making it easier for me to slide my hands against his skin up and down. The sensation is warm and sticky, creating lewd squelching noises that tease both our ears.