Immortalia

Chapter 6 - Aaron

Chapter 6 – Aaron

Aurora was with him. She was with her Ron. Once again, he'd blindfolded her, but she didn't mind. It didn't matter that she couldn't see him. All that mattered was how good he felt. His fingers caressed her skin while his lips trailed kisses on her forehead, then slowly down to the crook of her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, and Aurora fought to keep from moaning.  

Ron chuckled. "You like that, huh?"

"Yes," she whispered, her mouth dry. "Y-you…" Her voice broke and she had to clear her throat. "You feel so good."

He chuckled again then resumed the kiss. She could feel his lips over hers. Her heartbeat quickened, heat pooled to her core, and she arched her back to get closer to him. He pulled away, teasing her, making her whimper."Please," she begged.

"Hmm?" His hand slid down her arms and continued to lower until they settled on her hips.

"Please don't go." Her pleading appeared to work because he inched closer to her, and she could feel his thumb drawing circles on her hip. With every movement, Aurora became painfully aware that he was hiking up her skirt at a torturously slow pace.  

Ron’s lips overpowered hers, and then he began kissing his way down to her neck. She turned her head and exposed her throat, moaning when his mouth connected with the crook of her neck. His hand caressed her bare thigh. Did he enjoy torturing her? Repeatedly, he’d move his hand close to her secret spot and then pull away, driving her wild each time.

His mouth found her chest, and Aurora's heart skipped a beat. Even through the fabric, she could feel the warmth of his breath. Her nipples tightened under his touch, and her world seemed to spin, as if she were doing somersaults under water. He wrapped his arms around her and, with a firm grip, rolled her on top of him. The fabric beneath her told her enough: he’d taken her to a bedroom.

Aurora supported herself with her hands, pressing them against his chest. She straddled him, feeling a large bulge against her panties. Aurora wanted to tease him back—why should he get to have all the fun? Carefully, she grinded against him. Now it was his turn to moan as she fought off his attempts to grab her shoulders and regain control. After another moment, she relented. She let go then savored the feeling of his hands on her back. When his fingertips trailed her spine, she moaned in delight.

“You have a beautiful back,” he whispered.

“I do?”

“Yes. It’s like a canvas."

Aurora felt a stab in her chest at the familiar words. “What did you say?”

“I said it’s like a canvas.” Ron’s voice changed, becoming harsher and cold. “A canvas for me to create my art.”

Zachary. But why?

Suddenly the blindfold vanished, and she found herself back in the art exhibition. Young men and women watched in awe as Zachary butchered her for the sake of his business.

Why was this happening? Where was Ron?

“A perfect canvas,” said Zachary’s voice. “A perfect canvas for me to—”

Aurora’s eyes snapped open. She sucked air into her lungs, gasping for breath. It was dark; she couldn’t see. Only as she felt the blanket covering her did she remember: she was at Haw Tech, and she’d been put to sleep. She threw off the covers and tried to calm herself. Her palms became sweaty and her heartbeat increased. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was the troubled look on one of the scientist’s face. Then her world had gone dark.