The rooftop was our private universe—polished marble tiles cool under our bare feet, reflecting the full moon like a mirror of liquid silver. City lights twinkled far below, distant, insignificant, drowned by the moon's glow.
Jasmine vines curled around the wroughtiron railing, blooms heavy, scent intoxicating—sweet, heady, mingling with Lila's skin: vanilla, sweat. Velvet blankets piled on the wide lounge, crimson wine swirling in crystal glasses, condensation beading like tears.
The breeze was gentle, cool, caressing her hair, lifting strands to dance in the moonlight. Crickets chirped in the garden below, rhythmic, soothing. A distant owl hooted, lonely.
We sat side by side, shoulders brushing, silence thick with unspoken truths. Her white dress clung to her curves, bruises peeking at the neckline, moonlight painting her skin porcelain.
I tried to speak, throat tight, heart pounding. "Lila… I… umm…"
She turned, eyes soft, moonlight dancing in emerald depths. Her lips curved, gentle. "What is it, Elias?"
I swallowed, guilt crushing my chest. "I'm sorry. Because of me, Jennie left. I hurt you."
Lila smiled, hand squeezing mine, warm, steady. "Actually, I have something to confess."
My breath caught. "What is it?"
She inhaled deeply, chest rising, voice steady but trembling at the edges. Her fingers tightened on mine, nails digging slightly.
"You know, Elias…Your affection, your desire—it's too much for me. Overwhelming. It consumes me. Every touch, every look, every thrust—it's relentless. And for a strange, twisted reason, I don't want to escape. I can't. You became something I couldn't tolerate… But can't reject. Suddenly, Jennie arrives. She's bold, hungry, interested in you. That moment, I saw hope. A lifeline. She could take some of my burden. Share the weight of your obsession. She's more beautiful than me…"
I interrupted, voice sharp, desperate. "Lila, no. You're—"
She pressed a finger to my lips, firm, eyes blazing. "Shut up, Elias. I know you only have eyes on me. So you can't see the truth. Yes, I'm beautiful. But Jennie is far more—sexier, curvier, radiant. Her body screams sin. She's sexhungry, insatiable. She'd be perfect for you.
Hey! Close your mouth. Don't say anything. Just listen…
I thought if your desire shifted, I could breathe. Finally. If you left me, I wouldn't mind.
Elias, I'm still talking. Yes, I know you won't leave. So don't say it.
Where was I? Yes.
That's why I made a deal with her. Secretly. If she convinced you to choose her, I'd give her half my property—the estate, the accounts, everything. If you chose both, still half. Jennie agreed—with a condition. If she made you fuck her three times, she'd keep you. Exclusively. I agreed. Because if you chose someone else, it's your wish. I don't mind. She was confident. Every reason to be. Her body, her charm, her hunger—irresistible. Even the thought of you leaving excited me. Freedom.
But deep down, I felt a part of me would die— Leaving me the empty shell I was before you. Cold, numb, invisible.
But you proved me wrong.
I was frustrated—you're extremely sexhungry. Why not fuck a more beautiful, sexier woman begging? I gave you permission. I Encouraged it.
But later, I realized—you won't. You can't.
You said you were asexual before me. I thought it was a line, a charm. But no. You're asexual without me. Only I ignite you.
I didn't want Jennie's failure. But it satisfied me. Assured me. More than I can explain.
I know you tolerated her because of me. Her flirting, her touches, her games—You endured for my sake. That's why I'm sorry for forcing you. For pushing you into something you hated.
That's it. My confession."
Silence.
The moon hung heavy, silvering her tears. Wind rustled the jasmine, scent thicker.
I spoke, voice raw, cracking. "Know one thing, Lila. You are the most beautiful, sexiest woman ever. Don't question that. Never. I'm truly sorry my desire became a burden. I try to hold myself—but I can't. You're my air. Please forgive me. If you're in that much pain…I… will leave."
She moved—fluid, graceful, predatory. Straddled my lap, dress riding up her thighs, exposing bruises like medals. Held my face, palms warm, whispered:
"Here's the thing, Elias. I don't want you to leave. No one ever set eyes on me. But you—you set everything on me. Your gaze, your desire, your soul—You made me real.
I never felt anything before. I was Numb, Dead inside.
Now I feel your desire—burning, relentless. I feel your love—possessive, absolute. I feel your care—gentle, fierce.
This bitch fell in love with you. Hard. Irreversibly. I don't mind getting destroyed by you. Fuck that—I want to be destroyed by you.
Put all your feelings, desires on me. All of it. If I break—break me.
I'm yours. Completely. Utterly.
Fuck me whenever, however, how much you want. I'm happy to receive every thrust, mark, bruise from you. If you're only satisfied with me—I'll always satisfy you, Elias.
Forever."
I froze—overwhelmed, desire crashing like a tsunami. My cock throbbed against her heat.
She smiled, seductive, eyes dark with lust. "My my—too much to digest?"
She kissed me—hungry, teeth clashing, tongue invading, claiming. Hands tangled in my hair, pulling. Broke it, gasping, whispered, lustful:
"Elias, I will fuck you till your balls dry."