Sixty-four (Part II)

An inaudible gasp escapes El, my teeth graze her neck, her shoulder and she sucks in a sharp breath. My hand slides between her legs. She shudders. I tug on the tiny, elastic waistband of her panties and release it without notice. El whimpers. I don’t care if it hurts, I repeat it again and again until she grabs my hand. She was with T. She should be punished. 

“It hurts,” she cries. Her eyes beg for mercy and my chest falls in defeat. What are we even doing?

“Take it off,” I order. Her hesitation irks me, my jaw ticks. If she didn’t want to be here, she would have left. She wants me too, not that fucker. “Now.”

El gives a shaky nod. I step back for her to pull off her panties. The stirring in my groins intensifies at the colour of her underwear. Red. The colour of sin. Does T also know the colour? I stretch my hand for it, she drops it on my palm and I sniff it. Amazing.

“You smell good,” I