He grunts as he fucks me faster and harder until I let go, then he shoves me off.
I let out a tired laugh when he pushes himself onto his side and rests on his elbow, wiping his mouth and glaring at me when he sees the blood.
“Bitch,” he snarls as he reaches for me, but I manage to roll away from him before he can grab me.
I move quickly on my hands and knees toward the bag and settle down, splaying my legs on either side.
I want him to keep his eyes on me, to watch my cunt and not look away when I begin to fuck myself.
This is the part of the show where I make the most money, and if he’s willing to play with me, I know I can make more.
Reade gets to his feet and starts stalking toward me. I can see the ire in his eyes at being bled, but it makes no difference to me.
I pull out one of the smaller packages and bring the wrapping to my teeth, tearing it away and quickly opening it. When he stops in front of me, I look at him with wide eyes and hold it up for him to see.
“What the fuck is that?” he asks, taking an uncertain step back and looking at it curiously.
“A sparrow.”
I reach into the bag again, retrieving the ball of twine I use to ensure that I’ll be able to retrieve anything I shove into my holes, and begin to quickly wrap it around the small, frozen legs of the long since dead animal.
Once I’m done, I use my foot to push the bag away before getting to my feet. Reade keeps his eyes on me the entire time as I walk behind the screen and retrieve my favorite show chair, then place it in the middle of the room.
“I told you I had toys,” I remind him with a smile.
Another bang at the door.
Ignore her.
I bring the frozen animal up and lick it from tail to head, then beckon to Reade. He may not realize that we’re being watched, but he’ll enjoy this as much as my viewers do.
Only this time, he gets to be a prop as well.
He shakes his head as he rubs the back of his neck, but his cock is still hard so I know his curiosity is getting the better of him, and his body is betraying him by showing it.
“Now what?” he asks curiously as he stops next to me.
With a grin, I bring my heels up on my chair and reach for his dick. I rub it gently this time because I don’t want to hurt him now. He’s already started to bleed for me—the rest will take time.
I lean my head toward him as he pushes my hair out of my face and slides his cock down my throat again. I run the sparrow’s body down mine, shivering as the coolness of the body begins to heighten all of my senses before I force it into my wet, gaping hole.
Chapter Eleven
His seed is warm, thick, and tastes salty and sweet. It slides down my throat with the last thrust of his hips and he pulls it out, wiping it against my cheek.
Reade moves to stand behind my chair, but he crouches down and pushes my hair away from my neck. He brings his hands around and squeezes my tits so tightly that I could almost swear he was trying to rupture them.
“Keep fucking yourself,” he commands into my ear as he releases my left tit, and begins to rub my clit. I lean my head back, let out a sound I never knew I was capable of, and keep moving the sparrow in and out of my cunt, rolling my hips against it.
“You’re so beautiful, Pally,” he whispers as he rubs my clit faster. “So fucked up and godly in your own way.”
I take in a deep breath as I feel myself moving closer toward the edge of euphoria, then close my eyes, biting down as hard as I can on my lower lip. When I taste the copper, and he squeezes my tit again, my body begins to shiver as my pussy starts to convulse against the sparrow.
I open my eyes and look over at Reade who’s watching me with a satisfied smirk on his face. He leans forward and licks the blood away from my lip as I use the twine to pull the sparrow out of my cunt and offer it to him as a gift.
Part of being cleansed is to show the one helping you that you genuinely appreciate their efforts with small gestures of gratitude.
Reade looks down at the bird in my hand and shakes his head. I drop it into the palm of his hand and while he’s chuckling and thinking of a way to dispose of it, I immediately glance at the screen to see.
My heart flutters with happiness.
I’ve never had a crowd this large before and they all need to pay to enter my little palace of pain and hell so I know the reward will be grand.
“What else do you have in that bag?” he asks as he walks over to a wastebasket and drops the bird in. “Anything bigger?”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I sigh in frustration as I get to my feet and head toward the door.
“Please don’t leave me,” I tell him as I reach the door. Pushing my hair behind my ears, I look at him with hope that he’ll stay.
“I can’t. I’m not done with you yet,” he replies with a smirk.
I let out a sigh of relief as I open the door and step out into the hallway.
“Stop distracting me,” I hiss at her.
“You shouldn’t be doing this to yourself. Your body is a gift and you’re mistreating it,” she snaps at me.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I bark into the darkness, stamping my bare foot against the dirty, concrete floor. “It’s my body. My temple to do with what I please and this is how I choose to be worshiped.”
“Paloma, isn’t there more that you can do with your time rather than destroying yourself slowly? You’re a beautiful girl—a smart girl and you hate yourself so desperately. Why?”
I put my hands on my hips as I tap my foot impatiently. I don’t know why she thinks she can speak to me like this. As if she knows me better than I know myself; I’m happy the way I am now, which speaks volumes because I’ve always hated myself before.
“I want you to leave me alone. And don’t tell the Bitch Mother what I do down here or you’re going to regret it,” I warn, holding up a finger I know she can’t see.
She lets out a sigh that echoes through the empty halls, but offers no other words. I squint in an attempt to see what she’s doing, but it never works. She always hides from me because she’s afraid of what I can do to her. It doesn’t stop her from meddling in my affairs, but only to a certain point.
As I walk back toward the door, back to Reade and our adoring, captivated audience, I let out a sigh of relief when I hear her footsteps shuffling into the distance.
Perhaps I’ve finally gotten to her once and for all.
Chapter Twelve
"Sorry about that,” I tell Reade when I reenter the room and lock the door again. “She can be so goddamn annoying sometimes, but I made sure she’ll leave us alone for the rest of the night.”
He glances up at me from where he’s been digging through my bag and gives me an odd look, but shrugs. “If you say so. Are these all animals, Pally?”
“Mostly,” I reply slowly as I walk over to him. I crack my neck as I glance at the screen again and grunt. In my absence, we’ve lost viewers. “Ready to keep going?”
I have to get them to come back. They need to see all of the wonderfully ugly things that I’m capable of and they’ll keep coming back for more.
“You’re insatiable for a nun,” he remarks with a smirk as he gets to his feet, bag in hand.