Jonathan Roy Part 4

"Please, Jonathan, set her free. Let her finish these last few weeks and return home while she still has a life," Baby pleads, her voice soft yet filled with urgency. I try not to dwell on how much the thought of Ginger leaving bothers me. "End this before you scar her for life." Baby’s large eyes drop to my hand, gently holding my fingers between hers. "You, more than anyone, know the damage that permanent wounds can do to the soul..."
The sound of bickering from the dining room makes Baby turn, glancing towards where Aunt Charlote and Lorane are arguing.
"Just think about what I’ve said, please." Baby quickly pulls away, rushing to break up the fight.
I stare at the stairs, trapping my desire to climb them and be with her. Instead, I silently make my way to my study, a room filled with memories of her warm, soft body. I'm sick for reliving every one of them. On the computer, I open the screen to play the song she once whispered to me, and through the melody, Gim tells me what her heart feels. I recline in my chair, turning away, losing myself in the swamp of emotions and the lyrics of the song.
“In a time when the sun sets lonely
I walked a long, long way from home
To find a heart that’s made of stone
I’ll try, I just need a little time
To erase your face from my mind
To see the world through different eyes
Every time I see you, oh, I try to hide
But when we meet, it feels like I can’t let go
Every time you leave the room
I feel like I’m wilting like a flower
Tell me why?
When I scream, there’s no answer
When I search, there’s nothing to find
When I sleep, I break down and cry…”
My fingers dig into the armrest of the chair, clenching so hard the nerves bulge, and I feel the paralysis creeping in again. Baby is right, this won’t end well.
I watch her, unaware of my presence, like a little mouse sneaking into the library, using the stillness of the mansion's night to seek distraction. Ginger steals all my focus, oblivious to how deeply her absence affects me. I walk slowly, keeping a short distance between us. A cursed distance that lets me inhale her scent, filling my lungs. Gim’s shoulders tense as she grips the bookshelf, her breathing soft. I lean forward, burying my face in her hair just to breathe in her sweet scent that soothes me. My arms cage her in, positioned on either side of her body, trapping her between me and the shelf. I’m a sick bastard, fully aware that the right thing to do is let her go, as Baby advised, yet I still want her with me. Of all the ways I’ve tried to destroy myself, staying with Gim is the slowest, most torturous form of suicide. Her fingers release the shelf, and she slowly turns, keeping her gaze down, clutching her phone in her hands. The song plays softly, making her seem so much younger than she is, with the demeanor of a shy teenager. But I know she’s a seductress, my torment, my succubus! Delicate yet deadly! When her dark eyes finally lift, ensnaring me with her gaze, I can read her like an open book. What lies there is dangerous! As tempting as walking through the gates of heaven, even knowing my soul is damned to hell. She removes the earbuds, letting them fall to her shoulders, punishing me as she averts her eyes from mine.
"Why didn’t you come down?" I try to keep my voice calm, but I know I fail when her body shrinks twice as much.
"Jon preferred to eat in the room..." She bites her lip, gripping her phone.
I feel a wall between us. It’s as if she’s becoming unreachable. I need her eyes on mine, to keep my sanity, and without holding back, I grasp her face, pulling her closer. Her dark eyes are tired, a flicker of hurt flashes briefly in her pupils, but it fades when she blinks. The expressive lines around her swollen eyes tell me she’s been crying, and all I want is to bury myself deep inside her to see that mischievous smile she gives after her body is satisfied.
"I have to go, Jon and Baby are waiting for me..." She tries to pull my hands from her face, but I block her, pressing my body against hers.
A soft sigh escapes her lips as my mouth brushes against her neck, making her shiver.
"Do you want to stop, Gim?" I whisper, nibbling on her soft skin.
"Roy, I just..." I caress her back with my other hand, sliding my fingers up into her hair.
"Tell me." I draw her closer.
Ginger slowly melts, surrendering, and I’m a bastard for using every part of her own body against her, but I’m not ready to stop. Not yet. Not when the true addict is me. Baby is wrong about that. My dependence on Gim grows with every passing moment. I need her close, submissive, as mine as she will never be for anyone else.

"Jonathan, I don’t know..." Her voice trails off into low moans, her dilated eyes heating up like a fire.
"Why did you stay in your room all day?" I rub my face against her soft cheek, dragging my lips close to her ear, nibbling on it. Her free hand flattens against my chest, her timid fingers trying to create some distance between us.
"I needed to think... Roy, please, don’t do this." Her thick thighs betray the words her mouth whispers, parting wider as my hand smooths over her belly.
Her chest heaves with each breath she takes, her breasts leaning forward. My eyes drop to them, so full under the V-neck dress, the hardened peaks jutting beneath the fabric like arrows aimed at me.
"Answer me, Gim." Her nails dig into my shirt as I slide my hand under the hem of her dress, caressing the front of her panties, feeling them grow damp. "What do you want, Nautilus?"
I raise my other arm, placing my hand on the bookshelf near her face, watching as her head tilts to the side, using my arm for support. Her teeth graze the fabric, biting down to muffle her sounds. Gim tenses, bringing her head forward, hiding her face in my chest, losing herself in the circular motions I make over the hardened nerve that is her clitoris. Her soft moans and her damp panties give me the answer her lips refuse to utter.
"Roy, the door... Oh, my God!"
Fuck the door! She’s deprived me of her touch, her warmth, expelling every second of my time with her absence. I claim her mouth with mine, gripping her ass with both hands, lifting her off the ground. Gim clings to my neck, breathing in agony, wrapping her legs around my waist. I walk with firm steps to the back of the bookshelf, using it as a hiding spot to shield her body. The small table in the corner, between the shelf and the wall, serves as support to hold her ass. One of my hands reaches forward, taking the phone from her fingers, while the other returns exactly where it was, between her legs.
"Put the headphones on," I speak in a low but commanding tone, making it clear I’m not asking.
"Roy, please..." Her voice is a soft sob as she squeezes her eyes shut, gripping my wrist in a weak attempt to stop my hand. I encourage her desire, stroking her body over her panties.
I split my attention between her face and the phone screen as I quickly type: "Hole in My Soul" by Aerosmith. As soon as I find the melody, I toss the damn device aside, lifting the headphones to her ears. I can’t speak. I can’t use words to reach her, and anything that comes out of my mouth now will be filled with anger, with the rage I feel from being shut out all day. Her hands grip my shoulders tighter as the melody starts to play. This is the only way I can show her what she’s doing to me. I drag her ass to the edge of the table, giving myself full access to her body. The zipper of my pants is already being lowered with the same swiftness I use to push aside her damn panties. I plunge into her pussy with a single thrust. Gim gasps, her body arching back, sucking me in with such force inside the furnace her body hides. Fuck! I want this! I’d kill just to be in the fucking place where my cock is now! I move my hips in deep thrusts, taking her completely, pulling out only to plunge as deeply as before. Her chest bounces gracefully with each jolt her body receives as our hips collide. I pull down the front of her dress, freeing her tits, which give me the best view as they sway while I fuck her deep. I lower my head, capturing one of them, and in response, she arches her chest more, letting me suckle like a ravenous calf. I’m a beast, taking her, feeling the overwhelming need to sate my hunger for her, to indulge in the hellish pleasure that is her sensual pussy. Gim opens her eyes, clutching my shoulders with more desperation. Her succulent mouth opens, wanting to release the moans born deep within her, but I stifle them with my hand, covering her mouth and muffling her cries. My eyes locked on hers, not looking away for a second, having her completely to myself. I need her to understand what I’m doing, what I’ve become, what her damned love means to me.