I Craved Him to Death

I woke up this morning and believe it or not he was on my mind. I rolled over and kissed Michael on the forehead. He stirred slightly, but of course did not wake. I climbed out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror Michael installed for me. It was a beautiful floor length mirror. I handpicked it out from our local Joann. Here I am, living in my dream house with the man of my dreams and all I can think about is him. It had been years since they had closed the case, but the thought of that night lingers in my brain. All I can remember is the feel of his blood on my hands, watching the light as it left his eyes. I craved him to death. I had longed for the taste of his lips against my neck, the feel of his hands in mine. I desired the way he felt between my legs and the way he caused my body to react. I can still feel him. I craved him to death. He knew I was addicted. He was my weekly fix. No, he was my weakness. He was the reason I felt like this. He was the reason I cried myself to sleep at night. Oh, how I loved our highs, but man, did I hate our lows. That is why he had to go. He spent so much time destroying women and we just continued to allow him. I had to do it. He was my first. I apologized and catered to his ego to get him to invite me in. I knew there was only one thing on his mind. I obliged and removed my coverings. He stared at me with the devil in his eyes: full of lust and desire. I always loved the hunger in his eyes and the way he drank my body in. I coaxed him into letting me be on top. For once he got the opportunity to be catered to. Little did he know it would be his last. I would be his last. We broke out the handcuffs like we always did but this time for him.

“Kinky,” he laughed, “you don’t want me going anywhere?”

“Of course not, my love,” I replied planting a soft kiss on his lips. He bit my bottom lip and smirked at me. It hurt knowing that he shared that same smile and same kiss with many other women. I fastened his hands to the top of the bed. The pole he installed would be his downfall. He smiled up at me with that smile I loved so much. I craved him to death. He thrusted his hips gently flowing with my movements. “You’re my addiction,” I whispered.

“I know,” he replied. I could feel the tears swell up in the corners of my eyes and before I knew it my hot tears were dripping onto his chest. “Are you okay?” He asked me with concern in his voice. I nodded and smiled wiping the tears away from my face. Leaning down I kissed his lips again.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I know,” he smiled. I nodded. His words echoed in my ears. “I know.” A gentle smile spread across my face. I reached my hand behind my back. His smile spread wider. I know he thought I was about to take off my bra as I always do halfway through our sessions. The look on his face when he realized what was happening will always burn inside my brain. I drove my switchblade into his chest. Once, twice, three times, I began to lose track. His screams flooded my ears. Luckily, the music during our sessions is always loud. His blood stained his sheets. I did not want it to come to this, but I craved him to death. I climbed off him and redressed. I knew they would come for me and I did not care. It would be at least a day before anyone found him because he is known to wake up late in the day when I stay over and his roommate leaves for work at 9am. I uncuffed his hands and caressed his face softly. With his camera system down there would be no footage of me leaving. I could leave my car and pick it up after his roommate went to work.

Baby, what time is it?” Michael’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turn to him and smile.

“It’s a little after 9, my love,” I smile as I climb back in bed and he opens his arms for me. I love Michael so much. I would never harm him. The thought would never even cross my mind. I could feel all my thoughts and tension leaving my body as I lay in his arms. He would be my last. For a moment, his face flickered in my mind and I knew that could never happen again.

In the end, I just craved him to death.