Page 52 of Once Upon a Fable

Her blowjob had granted her another day of living.

Perhaps, that ought to be the fine print of our deal.

Notice me, pleasure me, and she could live to see another sunrise.

Deny me, upset me, and she would forfeit any and all leniency.

Liking those new rules, I pulled out two plates and prepared to feed my complicated possession.

* * * * *

“You came back.” She shot to her feet and braced against the wall as if she could run through it.

My eyes snapped to hers as I stepped into the cell and shut the door behind me. Two plates balanced on one arm, feeling like I was the one in servitude and not the other way around.

Ignoring the way her gaze locked onto me as if I might disappear again, I stalked toward her and placed the food beside the empty plates from this morning.

It turned out, she’d decided to take her chances and had eaten the same breakfast she’d suspected I’d poisoned.

It shouldn’t affect me that she’d eaten my food, that she’d willingly taken other parts of me into her body, but it did. It affected me more than watching my cock slide over her tongue. It made my heart twitch instead of my balls, and I stabbed it for ever thinking of betraying me.

“I...” She didn’t complete her thought, wringing her hands as she glanced at the dinner I’d provided. At the golden crunchy homemade fries, the salad consisting of lettuce, spinach, kale, and shredded carrot.No dressing flavored the leaves, and I no longer had any nuts, but I had found a wild honeybee hive and raided their stash a few weeks ago. Their honey drizzled the french fries, glistening in the harsh bulb above.

Nodding gratefully, she made eye contact for a moment. “Thank you.”

I clenched my teeth and fell into a cross-legged position before her. I was past pleasantries. I was hungry. Therefore, I was eating with or without her.

Shoving a few fries into my mouth, I chewed and enjoyed savory mixed with the sweetness of honey. Slowly, she sat down, sliding along the damp wall before picking up her plate.

Watching me wolf down my portion, she delicately plucked a fry before placing it into her mouth.

I froze. My cock hardened. My heart sputtered.

Shit.

I shouldn’t look at her mouth.

At those plump lips that’d been around my cock. The same mouth that’d granted a convulsive orgasm. My eyes trailed down her bruise-shadowed throat, getting caught on the tangled hair hanging over her shoulders.

Dirtier than yesterday, the knots needed a brush, and the residue of my cum had matted a few strands together.

Her clothes were tight and obviously chosen not to snag on trees and rocks as she trespassed on people’s valleys, yet she didn’t seem to mind the dirt and smudges covering her.

What did she look like beneath them? Was her belly as toned as her arms? Were her legs tanned or pale? Did she have tattoos like some people in my past?

The longer I looked at her, the hungrier I became for other things. My cock had an unwavering obsession with her. It wanted to be inside her more than it wanted food. It wanted her pinned beneath me, crying, begging, taking everything I had to give.

But my heart...fuck, that stupid thing wanted a softness I’d never been given.

It wanted to listen and be listened to.

It wanted—

Shut the hell up.

She’s a toy, that’s all.

A toy that means nothing.