Dead of Summer

“Oh, poor thing. Poor Summer.” Kayde leans over me, bracing himself on his free hand as he shoves another finger into me. I can only whine at that as well, and his crooked grin widens. “Are you going all dumb for me, baby girl?”

That certainly doesn’t help reboot my mental systems. I stare up at him, lips parted, and a thrill goes through me at the insult. But…that’s wrong, isn’t it? I shouldn’t be so turned on by him calling me dumb.

“You’re just a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he goes on in that taunting, too-sweet voice. “My needy, sweet girl. Can’t even string your words together because of how much you want me to fuck you. Is that it?” His fingers twist, dragging a gasp from my lips, and it occurs to me that he’s purposefully making it harder to answer.

“I’m n-I’m not—” But I can’t get out more than that. I don’t think I can. “Kayde…” I have no idea what I’m even trying to say, but Kayde chuckles softly as his thumb grazes my clit.

“Yeah, baby, you are,” he taunts. “But that’s okay. You’re perfect.” He sits back, fingers sliding free, before I can do more than whine at the loss, his fingers are pressing between my lips, dragging against my tongue. “Clean off my fingers, Summer. Be a good girl for me.” My stomach twists pleasurably, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m sucking the taste of myself off of his fingers without hesitation.

“Good girl.” Every time he says it, I drown a little more. “That’s my perfect sweetheart.” He removes his fingers to stroke my face, smearing spit across my cheek. “Can you turn over for me, Summer? Get on your knees for me?”

Somehow, that gives me a moment of clarity, and I eye him flatly before mumbling, “That doesn’t feel very boyfriend of you.”

“Doesn’t it?” He tilts his head to the side, bemused, and moves enough to urge me over onto my knees. Not that I really argue, and I certainly cooperate when he shoves a pillow under my hips. Smoothing his hands down my thighs, Kayde says, “What better way to ruin this pretty pussy for anyone else than to keep it full of my cum, hmm? I doubt you’re going to look for anyone else so long as you can’t stand without it dripping down your pretty thighs.”

My breath catches in my throat, and Kayde reaches out to splay his hand between my shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure that I fall forward on the bed, face in my pillow. “Right there, Summer,” he praises. “That’s perfect. Let me take care of you. Be a good girl for me, all right?” His words just seem to goad the fuzziness in my brain onward, until it feels like my mind is stuffed with cotton.

God, I’ve never been so…happy during sex. Happy, I mean, to let him do what he wants. I feel like I’m sinking into the bed, and it’s easy for Kayde to drag my thighs back around his, until I can feel the slide of his length against my folds.

A soft whimper leaves me, though I only wrap my arms around my pillow and try to look back at him from where I’m laying.

But his hand stops me, still pressed against my shoulders. Smoothly, Kayde lines up with my entrance before thrusting into me. He only stops when I feel his hips flush to mine, and at my soft noise he leans over me, murmuring soft praises where I can just hear them. His hand on my back shifts, moving to curl in my hair so his nails scrape against my scalp.

“You’re so perfect, Summer,” Kayde intones, pulling out just to slam back into me, though he stays there once he’s back to being pressed against me. My questioning sound must make sense to someone other than me, because he gives a soft chuff of a laugh and scrapes his nails against my skin. “I just like feeling you sometimes. Just like this. Just so perfect for me, baby.”

But for my part, I have no idea how to take this side of Kayde. I can’t figure out his game, or his angle. I can’t figure out his plan to break me with this.

Though I’ve certainly never felt so…vulnerable with him. Not even when I was tied up in the boathouse and struggling to breathe around his hand. Something in his voice, in his words, and the way he’s both so caring and so fucking effortlessly in control has me reeling tonight.

I’m drowning.

It’s a real problem.

He thrusts into me again and I gasp, back arching as Kayde finally starts fucking me. He doesn’t build up to something fast and punishing, however. He takes his time, slamming into me like it’s the most relaxing thing in the world.

When I start to squirm under him, I hear his soft, breathy laugh and his other hand grabs my hip, holding me in place. “What’s wrong, baby?” Kayde purrs. “Do you need something?” When I don’t reply right away—my brain is still too fuzzy—his fingers tighten in my hair and around my hip. “Use your words.” His voice is firmer when he says it. “I know you’re a little stupid for my cock right now but if you want something, you’ll have to tell me.”

“I want more,” I mumble, not even considering how fucking desperate that sounds. “Please, Kayde, I need more.”

“Do you deserve more?” he taunts, voice sickly sweet. “Do you think you’ve earned more than this? Because I’m having a great time playing with your pretty pussy, Summer. I don’t see why you need anything other than what I want to give you.”

“I can’t…” Frustration rises in my throat, and I try to buck up against his hands, only to be pressed right back down.

“Can’t what?” God, he knows exactly what I’m going to say. I can hear it in his satisfied cooing. “What can’t you do?”

“I can’t come just from this.” It comes out whinier than I mean it to. Less of a demand, more of a plea. “Kayde, please?—”

“Why not? Why can’t you come like this?” His words are kind, but I know that’s not the mood he’s in. But then again, Kayde is never particularly kind. “Tell me why, Summer.”

“It’s not enough…” I try not to sound desperate. I try to hiss the words, instead of whimper them. Ultimately, I’m not so sure it works.

“Not enough?” I hate that he’s playing dumb when he’s only doing it to hear me whine. But somehow, that thought doesn’t bother me as much as it should. “What’s not enough?”

“I just need more.” I squeeze my eyes shut, humiliation burning my cheeks. “Please, Kayde. Please?—”

“What more do you need, exactly?” There’s a roughness in his voice that wasn’t there before. “Be specific. I can only give you what you want if you tell me what that is.”

As if he doesn’t know.