Page 46 of Drowned In Silence

Dynah

Sand seeps in betweenmy open toes, feeling like grainy sludge. It’s a unique feeling, one you can only replicate with a few other materials in the world. The waves crash up onto the shore with the moonlight reflecting off of them and lighting up our path to the tidal pools.

“This is a new one for me, Little Raven. I don’t think I’ve done this one yet,” Elliot tells me, dragging the unconscious man to the deepest pool. “Drowning on the beach, I think it’s pretty interesting.”

Our feet are soaking wet, my pants rolled up to my calves. Elliot explained the easiest way to cover our tracks on the beach is to walk along the water's edge, that way the tide takes our footsteps with it.

When we get to the tidal pools, he drops the guy onto his back.

“You do what you want, Darling. I’m going to sit righthere and watch. Deal?” He asks me, walking backwards to the nearest set of rocks.

I nod my head and drag the guy to the edge of the pool. He remains on his back and if I don’t hold his head up by the hair he will drown. I settle my body on top of his, cowgirl style. I didn’t plan on this being sexual, but when he wakes up I want the surprise.

I don’t have to wait long before his hands start grasping at nothing and his eyes start to blink.

“Good morning,” I tell him quietly, grinding my body on his. I can feel him getting hard as his hands find themselves onto my hips. “Well, well, well. Someone’s excited to wake up.”

“Where are we?” He asks, not really caring for the answer. He rolls his hips trying to be seductive, but I just let go of his hair and let his head fall back into the pool of water.

He sputters and tries to pull his head back up, his hands clenching my hips harder.

“Oops, sorry,” I mutter when I hold his head back up.

“What the fuck? I didn’t– I didn’t know we were near the tidal pools. That was a shock.”

I laugh, pretending that it was an accident, before letting him thrust his hips more, trying to dry hump me. It gets old really quick.

I grab a fistful of his hair and push his head back into the water. His hands tighten more, leaving bruises in their wake. His legs kick up and down as he struggles to hold his breath. Pulling him back up, I let him heave in a breath of fresh air.

“Shocking. Isn’t it,” I ask before pushing his head back under water. He’s really struggling now, flailing around, kicking, and trying to pull himself up.

Slowly he loses the battle of life, drowning in the blackened sea water.

“I’m proud of you, Little Raven. How do you feel? What do you feel?” Elliot asks, coming to stand above us while I continue to sit on the dead man and hold his head under water.

“I feel… I feel good. I feel right. I needed this. I fucking wanted this.” I whip my head towards him, his eyes shine back at me in the moonlight. They stare at me with curiosity, wonder, and maybe a little lust.

“Let’s add the finishing touches, and then we can go home. Unless you like sitting on a dead man’s cock,” he chuckles.

I smile and bat my eyelashes. “From what I can feel, it might be bigger than yours.”

His eyes narrow on me, and he clicks his tongue.

“Prove it.”

“Prove what? That he’s got a bigger dick?” I’m taken aback, I didn’t think those were the words that would come out of his mouth. Prove it… What does he want me to do? Fuck a dead guy? “No. I’m not proving anything.”

“Are you embarrassed, Darling?” He asks, squatting next to me, still sitting cowgirl.

“I– Uhm–” I stutter. He can’t be serious. He reaches into his pocket and grabs the ceramic raven, setting it on his chest as I let go of the man's head. I don’t move off his body, not yet.

Elliot stands back up and peels his shirt off, revealing his tattooed chest and abs. I want to lick them, feel how his body tastes. He steps forward, one shoe sitting on the dead guy's leg, and the other near my knee.

“Prove it,” he tells me as he unzips his pants and takes his cock out. The thing is fucking massive, bigger than any I’ve had before. Which says a lot.

I move to get up, before Elliot shakes his head.

“I want you to sit on the man you just killed and suck my cock, Little Raven. Prove to me that the dick under you is bigger than mine. Let’s race to see who gets off first. You rubbing your filthy little cunt on his cock, or me coming in between those sweet lips. You said you wanted to play, well, let’s play.”