Page 44 of Teddy Bear

His gaze is icy, terrifying; his demeanor calm, calculating; his black, latex mask shiny, polished, the mask of a devil dancing with angels.

I'm almost choking as I swallow more and more eagerly at Danny's hard flesh and clench it hard with my teeth. His hands are now firmly in my hair and around my thin, white neck; my body quivers with a powerful arousal made even greater by the lack of oxygen.

Like an electric shock, I feel my whole body quivering, struck and burned by a single ominous thought—a horrible knowledge that puts all the pieces in place.

My parents didn't die in a car accident - Danny killed them.

He was the only one who knew their route that night; in fact, I knew it too. That night my parents were on their way to the mental institution - they were supposed to visit me the next day.

My father was not drunk, although he was prone to alcohol; Danny made sure that the performance was 100%. In a few glasses of whiskey, which he heartily poured for him, he put drugs that completely blurred his vision and deprived him of all motor skills.

Death was almost guaranteed, and in case anybody suspected anything, he could easily convince him that he was in a psychotic episode again and that he had taken the wrong medicine, with too much drink; after all, who would believe my father anymore? Just like me, he was mad.

Although they spent the evening together, although he knew he was under the influence of alcohol, Danny did not offer to drive them - on the contrary, he increased the effect by inserting the lethal pills that pushed my unfortunate parents over the edge.

He returned to the clinic to do the session with me and wait for the darkness to engulf them.

He was composed, almost ready when the news came.

He informed me earnestly and in a friendly manner, unabashedly happy about "our new beginning".

It was almost as if he was telling me: Look, Lizzie, look at everything I've done for you, look at everything I've done so that you could be mine forever.

Forever, just his, a broken doll in his collection, trimmed and made to his own measure, with the same madness and the same blackness ready to quench his twisted desire.

Uncontrollable and strong, my whole body shakes; the darkness in front of my eyes turns into a terrible vortex, and the vortex into a bright and powerful light, which makes me open my eyes.

For the first time, completely on my own, I wake up from my trance to see Danny's almost rapt and equally stunned look all over my face.

Danny's grip loosens for a moment, but I press on even harder, swallowing him and taking him whole, listening to his lusty, deep breathing as he steps to climax - until the warm, fresh semen fills my mouth and tongue.

I swallow the sweet-salty seed into me as tears trickle down the corners of my eyes. Danny's look is equal parts shocked and menacing.

He himself knows that we are now on the brink, and I believe he is deathly afraid of my next step.

I climb up to his knees and curl up in his arms. His warm, strong arms embrace me; security and peace spread through my body like a beautiful, warm wave.

Danny wipes the tears from my cheeks and buries his head in my hair. I am trembling with tenderness.

-I know.

I speak softly but surely, clinging tighter to him, helplessly seeking the warm refuge of his body.

His cheek is right next to mine, our faces warm, pressed together and magically touching, his husky voice beginning to tremble for a moment.

- I don't want anyone else to have you but me. I don't want anyone to hurt you ever again.

I rest my head on his chest and completely absorb myself into him. Now we are one, joined in eternal blackness from which there is no way out. I take his hand and place it on my open, wet, pink pussy.

-Me too.

A deep and lustful sigh escapes my chest as I press my head all the way into his shoulders. One of his hands tightens around my neck, and the other begins to circle my clit with skillful and daring movements.

-Mhmm.

-Oh, Lizzie, you're such a good girl.

The End