Free Web NovelChapter 8: The Way She Said My Name (R18+)
The mattress dipped under Keres’ weight as she lowered Asteria down, the sheets cool against Asteria’s overheated skin. The room was dim, lit only by a single lamp in the corner that cast long shadows across the walls.
Asteria’s head spun—not entirely from desire, though that burned hot in her belly, but from whatever had been in that drink earlier. Everything felt hazy, distant, like she was watching herself from somewhere far away, yet every sensation hit her body with brutal clarity.
"Hnng~" The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it, a pathetic whimper that made Keres’ mouth curl into something predatory.
Keres hovered above her, one knee between Asteria’s thighs, her dark eyes scanning Asteria’s face with an intensity that felt like being undressed all over again.
"One last chance," Keres said, her voice low and rough. "You want it or not?" freewebnøvel.coɱ
Asteria blinked up at her, trying to focus. The ceiling seemed to sway. Keres’ face swam into view—sharp jawline, dark brows, lips pressed into a line that suggested impatience. Asteria’s eyes were definitely in a haze, her thoughts sluggish and thick.
But beneath the fog, her body knew exactly what it wanted. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this. Not since—no, don’t think about that. Don’t think about them.
"Please~" Asteria breathed, her voice cracking. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "I want it."
Keres stared at her for a long moment, as if searching for deception. Then she nodded, and pushed herself up to her knees. "Good choice."
She started with her vest. Her fingers moved with practiced efficiency, unbuttoning the dark fabric and shrugging it off. It hit the floor with a soft thud.
Then came the black long-sleeve polo, pulled up over her head in one smooth motion, revealing her chiseled, flawless, and strong body.
Asteria’s breath hitched. She had known Keres was fit—she moved with the coiled grace of someone who owned their strength—but seeing it personally and close was different.
Chiseled abs that flexed with each breath, deep shadows defining each ridge of muscle. Collarbones sharp enough to cut glass. Arms that looked like they could break her, veins tracing paths beneath skin that spoke of power and control.
"Here," Keres said, catching Asteria’s wrist. Her grip was firm, unyielding. "Feel me."
She dragged Asteria’s palm across her own stomach, pressing those trembling fingers against flawless skin. The muscles tensed under Asteria’s touch, hard, warm, and terrifyingly real. Keres’ skin was softer than it looked, but beneath that softness lay steel.
"You feel that?" Keres asked, her voice dropping an octave.
Asteria nodded, obedient and small. The contact made her dizzy, or maybe that was just Keres leaning down, her breath hot against Asteria’s throat. Then Keres’ tongue dragged along the column of Asteria’s neck, slow and deliberate, tasting the sweat and fear that had gathered there.
"Ah—" Asteria whimpered, her back arching involuntarily. The sensation shot straight down her spine, pooling heat between her legs. Her head cleared for a moment, shock cutting through the drug-induced fog, and then she was trembling, her fingers curling into the sheets.
Keres pulled back just enough to smirk down at her. "We’re not even starting, yet you’re already responsive."
Asteria’s face burned. She tried to turn away, to hide in the pillows, but Keres saw the movement and her eyes narrowed. "P-Please don’t say that~" Asteria stammered, her voice quivering. "I-it’s embarrassing~"
She raised her hands to cover her face, an instinctive gesture left over from years of marriage, from men who hadn’t wanted to see her expressions, who had made her feel ashamed of every reaction.
But Keres was faster. She caught both of Asteria’s wrists in one hand and pinned them above Asteria’s head with a single, forceful motion.
Asteria gasped, her eyes widening. The position stretched her out, exposed her completely, and she felt suddenly vulnerable in a way that made her heart hammer against her ribs.
"You asked for this," Keres said, her voice flat and certain. "Therefore, you’re the shameless one."
Asteria blushed so deeply she felt like she might overheat. She tried to avert her gaze, to look anywhere but at those dark eyes that seemed to see right through her, but Keres wouldn’t allow even that small mercy.
She released Asteria’s wrists just long enough to cup her chin, fingers digging in with gentle but unbreakable pressure, forcing Asteria to look at her.
"Don’t turn your gaze away from me," Keres commanded, her thumb brushing over Asteria’s lower lip. The touch was almost tender, but the words were anything but sweet.
"Look at me. Watch me ruin your body tonight."
Asteria gulped, her throat working against Keres’ palm. The words should have terrified her. They did terrify her. But they also sent a thrill of dark anticipation spiraling through her gut, making her clench around nothing, making her wetter than she already was.
Keres finally started moving again. She shifted back, sitting on her heels between Asteria’s spread thighs, and her hands went to Asteria’s hips.
She found the edge of Asteria’s panties and pulled them down, slow and deliberate, dragging the fabric against sensitive skin until Asteria was squirming. Then she tossed them aside. They landed on the floor somewhere, forgotten.
"Undress," Keres said, her eyes raking over Asteria’s still-clothed torso, "or you want me to rip this beautiful dress of yours?"
She said it casually, like she was discussing the weather, but Asteria saw the truth in her eyes. Keres would do it. She would tear the fabric to shreds without a second thought.
That was her specialty, Asteria realized—playing with women’s feelings, making them feel precious and disposable in the same breath. Ruthless. That was the word for her.
Asteria sat up slowly, her movements hesitant. Her fingers found the zipper at the side of her dress and pulled it down, the sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric loosened around her chest, and she let it fall off her shoulders, pooling around her waist. She was reaching for her bra when Keres stopped her.
"Let me."
Keres moved behind her, kneeling on the mattress, and Asteria felt the warmth of her chest against her back. Deft fingers unhooked the bra with practiced ease, and then Keres was pulling it off, her hands brushing deliberately against Asteria’s nipples as she passed the garment over her head. The bra joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
"Lie back," Keres ordered.
Asteria obeyed, her back hitting the mattress with a soft thud that knocked the breath from her lungs. She was naked now, completely exposed, and her instincts screamed at her to cover herself. Her hands moved to shield her breasts, then dropped to hide the slick folds between her legs, but Keres was already there, catching her wrists.
"Don’t be shy," Keres said, pushing Asteria’s hands away and holding them pinned at her sides. "You should be shameless."
Asteria’s breath hitched. She was still trembling, she realized she hadn’t stopped trembling since Keres touched her. The air felt cold against her wetness, against her exposed nipples that had pebbled into tight, aching peaks.
She felt like prey caught in a trap, and the worst part was that she didn’t want to escape.
"Can you at least..." Asteria started, then stopped. She licked her lips, gathering courage. "Be gentle to me?"
She barely whispered it, the words barely audible, but Keres heard. She leaned down, her face inches from Asteria’s, and shook her head slowly.
"Gentle?" She almost laughed. "That’s not me, Darling."
Then she moved, fast and predatory. She peppered Asteria’s collarbones with sharp bites, little nips of teeth that stung and soothed in equal measure.
Asteria gasped, showing more of her neck, giving better access, and Keres took the invitation, dragging her tongue up the length of Asteria’s throat to capture her earlobe between her teeth.
"Nnh—" Asteria moaned, the sound escaping against Keres’ ear. Her warm breath washed over Keres’ skin, and she felt the other woman shudder slightly, felt the power shift, the dominance solidifying.
Keres’ hand moved between them, her fingers finding the hidden bud between Asteria’s slick folds. She didn’t enter, not yet—she just teased, circling the sensitive nub with a feather-light touch that made Asteria’s hips buck upward, seeking more friction.
"Haah~" Asteria moaned, her voice clearer now, desperate. Her hands found Keres’ back, fingers digging into muscle, holding on like she might drown if she let go.
She needed an anchor, something to ground her as sensation overwhelmed her, and Keres’ solid warmth was the only thing real in the spinning room.
"Shit," Keres breathed against her neck, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder. "You’re so wet. I haven’t even put my fingers in."
She continued to tease, circling and rubbing, using Asteria’s own wetness to make the glide easier. The sound of it was obscene, skin on slick skin, and Asteria tried to close her legs out of instinctive embarrassment, but Keres’ knee was there, keeping her spread open and vulnerable.
"You’re really a whore, aren’t you?" Keres taunted, her voice rough with arousal. "You’re already this wet for me."
It’s probably the drug, Asteria thought dimly. It had to be the drug. She wasn’t like this, wasn’t this responsive, this needy. But the thought slipped away as Keres’ fingers pressed harder, and she gasped,
"N-No~ it’s not me. Please~ don’t tease me like this~ Aagh~ it’s too much~"
She kept her eyes squeezed shut, unable to bear the intimacy of watching Keres watch her. The teasing was relentless, circling that sensitive bud until Asteria felt like she might scream.
Her mouth fell open in a silent cry, her head sinking deeper into the pillows as her back arched away from the mattress, presenting herself shamelessly for more.
A tremble ran through her legs as they parted wider, her toes digging into the mattress, trying to keep her mind from slipping away into madness. The pleasure was building, threatening to consume her, a wave she couldn’t outrun.
"Ugh~ agh~ ah~ hnnng~"
"Damn it," Keres muttered, and then she bit down on Asteria’s shoulder, her teeth sinking into flesh.
Asteria cried out, the pain sharp and bright, cutting through the haze of pleasure. Keres was biting bruised skin—Asteria knew the bruises were there, purple and yellow marks left by her father’s discipline, by belts and fists.
Keres didn’t ask about them. She didn’t care where they came from. All she cared about was taking Asteria apart, piece by piece, for her own pleasure.
"Please~" Asteria begged, her voice breaking. "Hnnng~ it’s too much~"
"Then take it," Keres whispered bluntly against her ear, and her fingers quickened their pace, rubbing tight, fast circles that made Asteria see stars.
"Hnnng! Mmm! A-Agh! Aaagh! Ugh! Haah! Ha aah! Hnnng! Mmmmm!"
"Yes," Keres encouraged, her voice a low growl. "Just like that. Moan for me, Asteria."
The way she said Asteria’s name, her actual name—made something crack open in Asteria’s chest. Her face flushed a deep shade of pink, embarrassment and something else, something tender and pain, mixing together.
She didn’t know how Keres knew her name but in that moment, with her body burning and her mind shattering, she didn’t care.
She had a sudden flashback, unwelcome and sharp
"Do you feel me, woman?! Huh?!" her first husband, grunting above her in the dark.
"Take it, slut! You deserve it!" Her second husband, who had never looked her in the eye.
"Fuck, you’re so tight, Bitch! This is so amazing!" Her third, who had liked to remind her she was just a property, who had used pet names that weren’t hers, names of other women he wished she was.
None of them had said her name. Not once. Not in bed, not in anger, not in anything.
Tears spilled from the corners of Asteria’s eyes, silent and hot, tracking down her temples into her hair. She didn’t know she was crying until she felt the wetness, until her vision blurred.
Her hand clung harder to Keres’ back, nails probably drawing blood, and she turned her face into Keres’ shoulder, seeking comfort in the scent of her—soap and something darker, something that smelled like power.
"U-Ugh~ mmmm~ h-haah~ Hghngh! Mmmm! A-aagh! Ah! U-Uh! Argh!"
"You’re enjoying this, Asteria? Huh?" Keres pulled back to look at her face, and something in her expression shifted.
She saw the tears, Asteria realized. She saw the weak, pitiful look in Asteria’s eyes, the vulnerability that Asteria couldn’t hide anymore. And by that, something tug at Keres’ heartstrings. Not painful but enough to make her feel something she’s been ignoring since earlier.
Keres’ hand slowed, just slightly. "Y-Yes~" Asteria responded breathlessly, because it was true, her body was betraying her with every spark of pleasure.
"Yes~ it... It feels good~"
The teasing resumed, faster now, more insistent. Keres’ fingers were merciless, driving Asteria higher and higher.
"I... I’m near...!" Asteria gasped, her body tensing, her legs shaking violently. "I...! Agh! Ah! N-Near! Please! Please! Haah!"
"Yeah," Keres said, her voice almost gentle, almost kind. "Just feel it. Feel it for me."
She didn’t slow down. She didn’t show mercy. The intensity of her fingers, the speed of her hand, made Asteria’s body go rigid, her back arching off the bed, her head thrown back against the pillows.
"Hnnng! Haah! AHHHH! U-UGH! HNMMM!"
"You like it?" Keres laughed, breathless herself now. "Haha, release it, Asteria. Don’t be afraid."
Asteria screamed. The sound tore from her throat, raw and broken, as her body convulsed. The pleasure crested and broke over her in waves, starting from where Keres touched her, radiating outward until even her fingertips were tingling.
She shook, her muscles contracting rhythmically, her vision whiting out at the edges.
Keres held her securely through it, one arm wrapped around Asteria’s waist, keeping her grounded. Her fingers didn’t stop immediately—she kept them moving, slower now, drawing out the aftershocks until Asteria was sobbing from the oversensitivity, her hips trying to squirm away from the too-much sensation.
Then, slowly, mercifully, Keres’ fingers ceased their movement. She withdrew her hand and brought it to her mouth, her eyes locked on Asteria’s as she licked Asteria’s arousal from her fingers with deliberate, obscene strokes of her tongue.
Asteria slumped back against the mattress, boneless and gasping. Sweat coated her thighs, her stomach, her chest. She couldn’t move.
She felt like she’d been torn apart and put back together wrong, or maybe finally put back together right. She couldn’t tell. She couldn’t think.
"Haha," Keres chuckled above her, the sound rich and satisfied. "Don’t sleep yet. I’m not done with you."
Asteria’s eyes fluttered open, heavy and dazed. She watched through blurred vision as Keres pushed herself up, kneeling between Asteria’s still-trembling thighs. Keres’ hands went to her own trousers, unbuttoning them with the same efficiency she’d shown earlier.
She shoved them down her hips, taking her underwear with them, and kicked them off onto the floor.
Now they were both naked, both exposed, and Asteria couldn’t look away. She stared at Keres’ body—the strength of her thighs, the defined muscles of her hips, the dark thatch of hair between her legs.
Keres was beautiful in the way a blade was beautiful—sharp and dangerous and made for hurting.
And Asteria, despite everything, despite the fear and the shame and the ghosts of her past husbands lurking in the corners of the room, wanted to be cut.
She lay there, waiting, anticipating, her body already stirring back to life despite the exhaustion and the sensitivity. Keres settled back down over her, skin pressing against skin, and Asteria whimpered at the heat of it, the intimacy of full-body contact.
"That was a warm-up. Are you ready for more?" Keres asked, her voice a purr against Asteria’s lips.
Asteria didn’t answer. She couldn’t. But her hands found Keres’ waist, and her hips tilted upward in silent invitation, and that was answer enough.
Keres smiled, sharp and predatory, and leaned down to claim her mouth in a kiss that tasted like Asteria’s own arousal and promises of more to come.
