C H A P T E R 54
MY BEGINNING
Puppeteer
Play - ‘I’ll be good - James Young’
A fter years of searching for a reason, a purpose, constantly a means to an end, chasing my revenge to fuel my ugly appetite, I never stopped to admire the beauty life captures when you're not looking. How it grows and is constantly changing. You cannot grow if you're stuck in time dwelling on shit that cannot be changed. This? This can be changed. And suddenly I'm ready to sacrifice everything I have to be by her side until the day I leave this god forsaken world. I tried to do the right thing. I tried to be selfless and it almost got her fucking killed. I almost lost her and now I realize, that pain. It doesn’t ever leave, no matter what road you try and take, no matter how deeply you try to avoid it, even letting them go leaves a gaping hole in your heart. I refuse to feel that kind of pain again. So I'll be selfish and I'll give her what she wants.
Me.
I'll give her Me .
“Run away with me.” Her eyes bulge, peering up at me with puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes as her pupils dilate.
“But you-”
“I know what I said. And I've changed my mind.” I cup her hair behind her ear, admiring every inch of her in my shirt, hot and messy from taking every inch of me and if she wasn't so exhausted I'd happily go again just to hear her cry my name again. And again. Until she had no voice left.“I almost lost you today. And I haven't felt that frightened since the night my mom died.” I can see tears creep into her waterline, like she's relieved to finally hear me confess my feelings and I hate it but that realisation she's holding on her face is a picture I'll never get tired of looking at.
“I realise now that I can't breathe without you. And I'm selfish. I want this. I want us , I want you, I was just afraid you would run when you learnt the depths of my past so I pushed you away before you could hurt me first and in doing so I hurt you further. I was wrong to ever let you go. I was wrong to push you away, I was wrong to hurt you like I did. Alora. And because of me, you were almost -” I choke back the words I was going to say, hurting my jaw at how tightly I’m clenching it, knowing that it all could have gone all so terribly fucking wrong if I hadn’t of trusted my gut. It's like I could feel her crying out to me. I left not long after she did and I know that deep down I wouldn’t have let her get far but just the thought that I could have stared at that door for hours before eventually letting my heart speak for me, knowing that if I left it ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour. Hours . If I was a minute longer he would have ploughed himself inside of her and I would have been too late. What if it was hours later?
My attention is diverted as tears break down her temples, reaching for my cheek like she can see I’m lost in my own head and I brave it just this once and let her, grinding my teeth at the sensation.
“It’s not your fault…” She whispers through the silence and her words alone make me want to cry. I want to cry. Fuck I want to cry. But I can’t. She doesn’t realise how all of this is my fucking fault. She can’t see the damage I leave behind. She’s so glued to this redemption inside of me that everything else is irrelevant. Her empathy will kill her. I will kill her.
“Even broken you continue to find something in me worth fighting for. Even after everything, you look at me like I'm somebody.” Like right now. She's looking at me like I'm her entire fucking existence and it's a power I cannot compete against. Her Love is finally gripping me by the fucking throat and I'll happily choke just to feel it. “I will never let you out of my sight again, do you hear me?” I slide my forearm underneath her upper body to grip her scalp, drowning in her sighs as she sings for me. I barely have to touch her and she's a pile of mush.
I never thought it would come to this, she wasn't even supposed to exist but here she is in my bed ready to sacrifice everything her life has to offer her just to be with me and I'm still trying to get my head around it. But I'm sure we'll make it work. I'll make it fucking work. Because for the first time in a long time I see something worth fighting for and I'll happily destroy anything that tries to get in the way of that.
“Where would we go?”
“Anywhere you want.” I'm fuelled with this sickness she's pumping inside me, chasing her mouth to taste her again. Her body is my elixir and I can't get enough. Gripping her head tighter with every stroke of my tongue. I feel my heart escalate as her hands find my torso, caressing me gently but it feels like razor blades against my skin. Biting down on her bottom lip I transfer my irritation as I brace her warm fingers, trying to focus on our kiss.
“I don't care as long as it's with you.” My chest throbs and I don't think it's possible to devour her any more than I have but I want to. I want to be her fucking throne.
Play – ‘Over me – Camylio’
I roll onto my side, dragging her with me until she's straddling my waist, squinting at my size as I stretch her out, knowing she is already too fucked out, gripping my abs to keep her up right.
“Oh- my god! Hayden! What are you-”
“Sit on my face.” She glares at me, terrified to move and it's adorable, really. But I'm not fucking joking. “Sit on my fucking face.”
I need her in my mouth, I need to show her how sorry I am with my tongue. I want her to suffocate me with her pleasure as she rides my jewels. I want her to know that I will happily fall underneath her mercy. I grip underneath her thighs, pulling myself down between her legs as I hoist her up the bed until she stumbles for the bedframe.
“ Hayden !-” My hands run the length of her frame, memorising her curves as I grip the squishy flesh on her hips, sinking my fingers into the warm creases of her thighs as she hovers above my face, still dripping for me, I lap up her arousal with the tip of my tongue already drawing out a sigh as she clings to the metal work.
“Sit down and shut up.” She gasps as I force her to meet my mouth, sliding my tongue through her folds with sheer depravity, cuddling her clit between the slit, already groaning at her honey in my mouth making her relax into me like a good girl. She is already quivering as I attack her sensitive parts, sucking her clit softly to force a whine out of her that makes me throb painfully.
“Ha-ys…” Her whimpers make me dizzy, tightening my hold as she begins to grind against my face, smirking as her needy cunt rides my tongue.
“I want you to show me just how needy you are for me baby girl .” She grips the metal, quickening her pace as she gets lost in this euphoria between her legs, giving her body to me once more. Its fucking delicious, looking up at my shrine dancing against my face like a goddess, moving like water as she rolls her body to the rhythm of my strokes.
“Good girl Puppet . Tell me you're Mine .” My thumbs run her centre line, cupping her tits in my hands, a perfect fit as they mould to my hold. I graze her nipples lightly almost immediately pushing her over the edge, watching her kick her head back, filling up the rooms with my new favourite sound.
“Tell me.” I plead, craving to hear those words pour from her lips as she whimpers.
“I'm all yours!-”
She's near on about to break already and this control I have over her body has me nearly cumming in my boxers. I curl into her cunt as I take my dominant hand and rub it against her dripping hole, teasing her entrance, pushing it in slightly to let more run down my digit before smirking against her pretty pussy. I run my fingers between the crease of her ass, wetting it as I massage her other hole feeling her jolt as she gasps in shock. I can feel her wanting to stop as she glares down at me with warning in her eyes but her hips keep moving as my thumb eases in and out of her pussy effortlessly, curling my middle and ring finger in circles against her tight little hole before pushing one in slightly.
“Hay-den-” She hates to admit it feels good but I can feel how much she secretly enjoys it through my tongue. She cannot hide her pleasure from me. It’s all fucking mine. Like all of her will be mine, even her perky little ass. She tries to pull away, met with a smack against her tits causing her to sit back down on my mouth, pushing my fingers deep in both holes and she’s quivering. So, fucking perfect, so mine.
“You’re all mine. Remember?” I murmur against her clit, reminding her that she wanted me to claim her, make her mine and she is as she takes me so well, riding me harder letting me dig deeper. “Cum on my tongue baby . I'm thirsty.”
My other thumb circles her breast, teasing her rose bud as she jolts into my chin, chasing that high on the tip of my tongue like cocaine. Addictive and dangerous, quivering for release as she trembles against my mouth, so flustered her hand finds my hair, gripping it so tightly my entire body tenses, refraining from ripping her off me and pounding her tight ass into the bed.
“That’s it, let go baby , such a slut for my tongue.” My broken words between her slit only push her to cum for me and perfect doesn't even begin to describe the view as she cups my face vigorously, crying out for me as her perky little tit brushes up against the palm of my hand, fisting the bed frame so tightly she might actually break it.
“Ye-s Yes! Yes! Fu-ck!” She slows her pace as her soul leaves her body. I clamp her in place so she can't move to intensify her orgasm as I ravish her clit with my piercings, fighting against her resistance as she tries to push off my face, whining like an injured puppy as half my tongue lashes against her clit and the other runs the soft velvet to her throbbing hole that's currently inhabited by my finger she won’t let go of as I feel her contract.
“It's too much! Please! Hayden please!” She sounds so God damn pretty when she is begging. I grip her ass and pull myself back between her legs before flipping her over, making her taste herself on my tongue, grinding against her weeping pussy as she soaks the thigh of my jeans, hiccupping into my mouth as I push against her sensitive flower.
“Shit- ” I slip out a moan, fighting everything in me not to plunge myself back inside her but she's heaving, trying to catch her breath and due for some heavy sugar overload. My little princess needs a breather and we both need a clean-up.
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Play - ‘In Your Arms - Sombr’
M y fingers find her in the ridiculous amount of bubbles she's put in this bath, her stomach full of food she definitely shouldn't be eating but she does this adorable little happy dance that makes it hard to resist. I'm not exactly the romantic bath type but it's as romantic as it's gonna get. She is lying against my chest completely content, her wet strands of overgrown hair swimming over her curves and I realise just how much her hair has grown, it's almost twice the length now. More to pull on.
I fiddle with her fingers as my other hand traces her skin under the water and she grabs my wrist softly, staring at my hand, swallowing my pride I expect her to ask me about my burns.
“Do they hurt?” Her fingertips trace the patterns in my skin, following the thick art dancing against my battered shell.
“No. But for you, maybe.” I think she would well and truly cry if she got a tattoo. She’s far too baby for that.
“How did you stay so sane? In prison, I mean.” Her question catches me off guard, playing with her wet strands against my fingers as I raise a brow, whispering into her hair.
“You think I’m sane?” I am far from sane, and I don’t know whether I enjoy the fact that I’m not, or if I live for the way I’m slightly crazy. A lot crazy.
“I think you’re damaged but fixable. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.” I smile into her wet mane, finding an ugly beauty in the way she perceives the person that I am.
“Because there is no one like me Baby,” I growl into her neck before pausing and pulling back, mocking her slightly with my next words. “Plus the fact, you’ve barely met anyone else.”
Logistically, there is so much I do not know about her besides what she’s told me and the bits and pieces I put together when going through her things but it doesn't take a person with two brain cells to realise that she has never really had true friends, nor has she had a partner or intimacy.
“Hey!-” She whines, tapping me gently on the forearm making the water splash onto the tiled floor as she giggles into its echo and I wish I could tape it and listen to it over and over again.“What does that say?”
My lip tugs, finding the irony in her innocent question as she grabs for my hand trying to decipher what it says on the back of my fingers, patiently waiting for her to figure it out as she plays with them between her own, tracing the ink in my skin.
“Go on Puppet , you tell me. What does it say?” She looks harder, scrunching her face until the penny drops, dropping her mouth in confusion.
“Say it.”
She peers up at me, nervous to say the word, understandably so. But my baby girl needs to learn, it's just me now.
“ Daddy… ” She mumbles, chewing on her finger and I can see the uncertainty in her beady eyes.
“Good girl, now remember that when you call out my name.” She pushes my hand away playfully, rolling her face away from me.
“I'm not calling you that.” Oh she will.
“You won't have a choice. You've said it now. Puppet . I want it bleeding from your mouth.” She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms like a stroppy toddler and I can’t help but hold back a laugh as I suck my lips together.
“Why do you even have that anyway?” Oh wouldn't she like to know.
“So when my hand wraps around your pretty little throat you know who your Daddy is.” I raise my hand, sliding it up her chest until it's clutching her airways and her chest rises and falls just that little bit quicker, falling mute under my hold. “ Daddy will take care of you now baby… ” I whisper sweetly and she's trying to fight how her heart is feeling but her mind is winning this one as she squeezes her thighs together between mine. Her subconscious is melting into me, finding comfort in my protection. Finding solace in my ability to keep her safe in my arms. I will be her rock. Her provider. I will show her what it means to be truly vulnerable. How freeing it can be when you no longer have to fend but live, because nothing . will harm her ever again.
“If you even think to try and escape me now, I will not hesitate to fuck you till you can't feel your legs, Puppet .” Her cheeks glow just waiting for me to kiss them, pushing her body forward to wash her back and my heart drops as I glare at my harm slicing across her shoulder blades, healing but still raw as I kiss them softly.
“I forgive you…” She whispers, looking back at me with nothing but pure admiration.
“Well, you shouldn't.” She shouldn't forgive me for any of this because behind it all, it's me. I'm the cause of all her pain as well as her happiness and it's the most dangerous potion for disaster. I'm toxic and she's drinking me up.
“I feel stronger than I've ever felt. But I wouldn't be without you. You've shown me that pain is strength. Not a weakness.” For people who deserve it like me. Not angels like her.
“Realistically. Where do you see yourself in five years Puppet… ” She smiles, turning in the tub to face me and I melt like the butter in her eyes staring back at me.
“Well. This house needs some upgrades, but it's nothing we can't do together ? You walk amongst civilisation with no problems at all. I'm sure we can figure something out.” Her optimism almost deters me from the bigger picture but she still has her head in the clouds.
“ Alora. Baby … You can't live cooped up away with me forever.” My thumb runs her bottom lip fighting my urges to say fuck logistics .
“I said, we'll figure something out. But you have to be careful what you do.” She's not wrong. I can't be so careless with my work now that she is my priority.
“You're crazy…” I nuzzle her nose, resting my forehead against hers as my thumb grazes her jawline.
“For you.” It's impossible to say no to her when she looks at me with so much hope. Hope I am terrified I will never be able to give her but I can do my bloody best to try. Try to be better for her. Try and give her what I can until I can figure out a way of getting us out of here. But I don't exactly have expertise in moving a girl I've kidnapped across the world.