Chapter Eighteen
“He’s eating them,” Camden blurted out of nowhere, after parking outside of Grace Kim’s home.
“Eating them?” I asked, intrigued.
“I’ll need to see the reports, of course, but I think the copycat is eating his victims. I know there’s a term…”
“Offal,” I said, smoothing out my skirt. “Organ meats are also called offal. Liver, kidney, heart, sweetbreads; there’s quite a few that have been popular in some circles.”
“But obviously with animals and not humans…” Camden trailed off. I could see the wheels in his mind spinning, trying to piece together the truth.
I couldn’t help the proud smile forming on my lips. If he only knew. He will soon, though. Oh, so very soon.
Grace Kim lived in a similar upper middle class neighborhood as the Crawford family, so it was a quick five-minute drive to her home. Camden gripped the steering wheel, studying the home from the safety of the car. Reaching to the floor of the backseat, I pulled my lunch bag from the floor to my lap.
Camden’s eyes followed my movements and I couldn’t help but smile as I placed my palm on top of the container, letting the cool glass soothe me. I opened my glass container with my very special homemade sushi rolls neatly stacked in two rows.
“I hope you don’t mind; I skipped breakfast and I’m…” I eyed him up and down. “Starving.”
“N-no, not at all,” he stammered with a nervous smile.
His eyes were locked on my lips as I picked up a piece of sushi and brought it to my mouth. He watched the way I slightly stuck out my tongue and placed the roll in my mouth. Closing my red lips around my fingers, I dragged them from my mouth slowly and closed my eyes. Leaning my head against the headrest, I released a satisfied groan.
Poetic isn’t it, Grace. Eating sushi made with your kidneys in front of your house where your pathetic, dead body rests, I thought. My darkness hummed in approval behind me from the back seat of Camden’s Mustang.
“Mmm,” I hummed, opening my eyes, studying Camden’s expression.
I wonder… Would Camden eat for me?
Just the thought of Camden eating Grace made a shiver ravage my body and my pussy wet and desperate for friction. I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs and squeezing them together to get some sort of relief from the heavy blanket of sexual tension in this car. Bringing my fingertips to my lips, I licked and sucked the eel sauce off my hot skin.
Camden noticed my shift and let his tongue peek out just enough to wet his lips as he watched me suck my fingers clean. Scanning his body again, I grinned, seeing the bulge in his slacks. He subtly tried to adjust himself as he took a turn, shifting in his seat while gripping the steering wheel tight.
Cranking up the air conditioner, he turned one of the vents to blow directly onto his face, to cool off, and I chuckled, helping myself to another piece of my sushi.
“Do you like sushi, Camden?” I asked innocently, with a fresh piece in between my thumb and forefinger.
“Y-Yes, Helena. I just have to be careful because I’m allergic to shellfish,” He chuckled nervously as he placed a hand on the shifter to steady himself. I placed a warm hand on his and held the sushi toward his lips.
“Well, would you like to try? I promise there’s no shellfish,” I said, with a slight tremor in my voice. “I made them myself. They have a little kick, just how you like it.” My nostrils flared slightly, and I sucked in an expectant breath as Camden slowly tore his gaze away from my eyes, studying the piece of sushi in between my fingers.
I could almost hear him questioning in his mind: “How does she know how spicy I like my sushi?”
“In that case, I’d be honored to try something you made,” He managed to say. His voice was deeper, heavy with lust.
“Please, allow me,” I said softly.
Leaning forward over the center console, I met him halfway and lifted the sushi to his lips.
“Open for me, Camden,” I whispered, and he obeyed, shifting his gaze from the sushi back to my now hooded eyes.
Opening his mouth for me, I placed the piece of sushi on his tongue and he closed his lips around the roll. He closed his eyes and hummed in approval as he chewed slowly, as if he was taking his time experiencing every individual flavor.
I was proud of this batch: it was delicious; spicy, but sweet, Grace’s kidney filling melts in your mouth.
“Oh, wow,” he praised before continuing to chew. Opening his eyes to meet mine, I inhaled a shaky breath in response to his reaction. “Helena, this is delicious.” With slightly parted lips, I watched his mouth, watched every movement his jaw made as he chewed.
Camden smiled, as if he enjoyed seeing me respond this way. I’m always so calm, stoic, and in control. But, now, I know my facade was faltering and I couldn’t help giving him a glance of the side that I did an amazing job at hiding.
My hand was still up as if I was holding the sushi still, with some rice and sauce remaining on my fingertips. Catching me off guard, Camden gently held my wrist and brought my fingers to his lips. One at a time, he placed my fingers flat on top of his tongue, and took his time sucking my fingers clean from knuckle to tip. As he finished, we were both close to panting and our mouths were getting closer together.
“Delicious,” He groaned in a whisper, shooting arousal straight to my pussy, forcing me to squeeze my thighs together, desperate for relief.
“Camden, I—”
Suddenly, it was as if he snapped out of a trance.
“Oh-oh my gosh. Helena, please, I’m so sorry.” He released my hand, embarrassed and avoiding my gaze. “I don’t… I don't know what came over me.”
Releasing a very restrained chuckle, I picked up another bite and went back to enjoying my late breakfast as if nothing happened.
“You're very intriguing, Camden. I hope to explore more of that side of you in your next session. Would you like another?” I held out the container, and he smiled shyly, taking two pieces for himself and eagerly eating each one with a single bite. “Would you like some water? I brought an extra bottle for you,” I offered, opening the bottle for him and handing it over.
This is too easy… Hopefully, this milder dose will work better.
“Oh, yes, thank you,” he said bashfully, reaching for the water bottle and taking long, big sips.
We made quick work of the remaining sushi rolls, and I tucked my container back into my lunch bag, briefly sucking on the tip of my thumb to clean up the last of the eel sauce.
“We should, um, we should head inside, Doctor,” Camden stuttered, avoiding eye contact again, and clumsily getting out of the car. He drank the remaining water from the bottle and tossed it onto the driver’s seat through the open window.
He adjusted his tie, and patted his hip for his gun, walking toward the passenger side of the car. With a chuckle, I reached over and pressed the button to turn off the engine, and pulled up on the parking brake. Camden opened the door for me, a confused expression on his face.
“Back to formalities, Agent?” I asked sarcastically before stepping out of his car. “It would help to turn off your car and put the parking brake on, I believe,” I said, patting his shoulder as I stepped onto the curb next to him.
“Oh, well, um, thanks?” He forced a smile while closing the passenger side door. “Just trying to avoid making a bigger fool of myself,” Camden said with an embarrassed smile, avoiding eye contact again. He began walking protectively in front of me as we made our way toward Grace’s front door.
Unholstering his gun, he held it at his side and approached the set of mahogany French doors. Turning to look at me over his shoulder, he paused.
“Please wait here, Doctor.”
I gave him a respectful nod and reached into the pocket of my coat for a pair of gloves. We were seconds away from entering my crime scene, and I didn’t feel anxious or worried; I was excited. All I could think about was how Camden would react, how he would piece together the scene. Would he be able to use his skills? Would he see me? Would he appreciate my work, my art? Not the Butcher’s, mine.
Before I left out of the back door last night, I cracked the front door so Camden would go straight in. I waited like he asked me to at the bottom of Grace’s stairs that lead up to the porch and watched his body shift into work mode.
“Grace Kim? FBI!” Camden called out, as he pushed the door open with his gun drawn. I couldn’t help but grin.
Turning my back to the front door, I let my gaze wander across the front lawn of Grace’s home, lost in thought.
Last Night
“Here we are. Apartment number two,” I said while unlocking the front door to Camden’s apartment and pushing it open.
Camden entered before me with heavy, tired steps, swiping at the wall to his left to turn on the lights above the dining room table. Closing the door gently behind me, I observed Camden, watching for any signs that would tell me another mental attack was imminent.
“This was the one space I never wanted you to visit,” Camden said weakly, resting his hands on the tabletop with a heavy sigh.
Stepping further into his apartment, I placed his keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter where he always leaves them and removed my peacoat, laying it on the kitchen counter. Camden turned his head just enough to see me out of his periphery as I neatly stacked his files and our notebooks on the countertop next to his key dish.
“Let me help you with your coat, love,” I offered, stepping toward him. Guiding his trench coat off of his shoulders, I turned toward the door and hung it on the hook he always uses. “Suit jacket next.” Helping him out of his suit jacket, I draped it neatly over the dining room chair at the head of the table, again, like he always does.
I’ve watched Camden long enough to know his routine, where he puts these very things every day, and how he moves around his apartment. Watching Camden was an obsession, like a drug, or a habit I just couldn’t quit.
Reaching out to his hip, I unsnapped his gun holster from his belt and placed it on top of the tabletop.
“Camden,” I whispered, guiding him to step away from the table and to face me. “That’s my good boy.” Camden looked down upon me with exhausted eyes as I reached up to untie his tie, sliding it free from underneath his collar.
Placing the navy satin fabric in between my teeth, I reached up and unbuttoned his dress shirt. His eyes darkened when they focused on the fabric in between my teeth, and he became hyper fixated on my lips. I could see the slight tremble of his body, his accelerated heart rate, and the ever-growing bulge in his slacks press against the zipper.
After unbuttoning his shirt completely, I gently tugged at the ends, untucking it from his slacks. With a sly, seductive grin, I slowly removed his tie from between my teeth and folded it neatly, placing it on the kitchen countertop behind me.
“Is that better? More comfortable?” I whispered. I couldn’t stop my hands from sliding up his chest over his undershirt.
“Y-yes, Doctor,” he stuttered.
“Good. But here, have some water. You look dehydrated.” Forcing my hands off of his chest, I turned toward his kitchen sink and found his usual water bottle half full, dumping the room temperature water down the sink.
With a smirk, I turned on the faucet, allowing the water to run cold while I subtly reached into my bra and pulled out a small capped syringe. Uncapping it, I positioned the needle into the empty water bottle, depressing the plunger, and releasing my new experiment into the plastic container. I immediately filled the bottle with cool water from the tap, quietly leaving the syringe in the sink.
“Here, drink.” I took a few steps toward him, guiding the bottle to his lips. He drank quickly, gulping down large sips until it was halfway gone.
Camden took full control of the water bottle and placed it down on the kitchen table. He blinked a long blink, his eyebrows pinching together as he struggled to maintain his composure.
Perfect, he’s getting dizzy.
He shook it off, and I couldn’t help but eye him up and down, stopping at his rock-hard cock before finding Camden’s eyes. Stalking forward toward him, he backed up a few steps until he met the edge of the kitchen table.
“I’m struggling, Camden,” I groaned, gripping his undershirt in her fists, forcing him toward me. “The lines start to blur when I’m near you; the lines between professionalism and desire.”
Camden closed my eyes, as if he was absorbing my words into his soul. I could feel his arousal, his desire, his wants, but I knew he was struggling with his morality.
See me, Camden. Take me. Claim me. Fuck your morals. I begged him silently in my mind.
“Doctor,” he whispered as his hands found my cheeks, cupping them gently.
He opened his darkened eyes for me, and it was as if I was finally seeing him; the real Camden. His hands trailed lower toward my neck while his thumbs traced my jawline. All I could do was look up into his eyes, pressing my body closer toward him, drawing the real him out of his shell.
“What do you want, Camden?” I whispered, pulling myself even closer to him by his shirt.
Camden groaned and turned us around, slamming me into the kitchen table. His hands cupped me low on my neck, his eyes darkening as if I was his prey. Standing my ground, I gazed right back into his eyes, challenging his power, but also trying to let him know it was okay to take what he wanted.
He gripped my neck with his right hand and delicately slid his left hand down to cover my heart. God, I hoped that he could feel how it beats for him, hoped he could feel how desperately I wanted him.
“What. Do. You. Want,” I hissed, growing impatient and his grip on my neck became more firm, but not painful.
His left hand scooped underneath my leg to help guide me onto the kitchen table. My skirt rode up my thighs, bunching underneath my ass, and Camden’s eyes were locked on my now soaking wet black lace panties.
“I’m starving, Doctor,” Camden groaned, pulled up one of the dining chairs and sat in between my spread legs. Scooping underneath my thighs, he pulled me toward him to sit on the edge of the table.
Gripping the edge to hold myself in place, I smirked at him. As Camden moved to lean forward toward my pussy, I lifted my right foot and pressed my high heel into his chest, forcing him to sit back.
“You poor, hungry boy. So desperate to be satiated,” I groaned.
Of course, he tried sitting up out of desperation, and again, I pressed him back with my heel.
“You finally acted on what you wanted, Camden,” I said almost breathlessly.
“Helena, I…”
“Shh…” I pressed my heel roughly into his chest again and he groaned a delicious sounding groan from the pain of my heel. His eyes became wild, desperate, but I held all the power, and he would not act on his desires until I said so.
“You’ve been so good for me, Camden. But you need to do something for me first,” I said, his eyes immediately shifting to a mixture of begging and obedience.
“God, I’d do anything, Doctor, anything,” he whimpered.
Removing my heel from his chest, I slid off the table. Circling him slowly, I traced around his body with my fingertip. Once I made a full circle around, I stopped in front of him, lifting his chin with the side of my finger so he looked into my eyes.
“What would you do for me, Camden?” I asked in a whisper.
“Anything…anything for you, Helena,” Camden groaned in reply.
“There’s my good boy,” I purred. “Now, let me see how hard you are for me, Camden. Show me.”
Camden slowly unbuckled his belt and unfastened the button to his slacks, never once breaking eye contact. Reaching inside of his slacks, he ran his palm down his hard cock from his tip to base and closed his hand around his length.
“God, Helena. It feels so good,” Camden groaned as he freed his cock from his slacks.
Stepping even closer toward him, my eyes bore into his while I leaned forward to rest both of my hands on his shoulders and brought my lips toward his ear.
“Let me see you fuck your hand while you imagine how I taste, Camden,” I whispered. Standing in between his legs as he sat on one of his dining room chairs, I propped myself up on his shoulders and looked down upon his cock in his hand. He responded to my little concoction mixed in his water exactly how I expected him to.
With low, deep groans, he started to stroke himself, tossing his head back in pleasure.
“Good boy, Camden, just like that. Don’t stop,” I moaned, urging him to keep going.
Camden continued to fuck his hand like he was desperate for praise, desperate for my approval. With a satisfied grin, his eyes met mine and I winked at him before spitting a mouthful of saliva onto his cock as he continued to pump himself.
“Oh, fuck, Helena,” he groaned, his head bobbing slightly.
Fuck. I didn’t have a lot of time before he passed out. I might have dosed his water too heavily.
Before I lost him, I stood tall and propped one of my heels on the side of Camden’s chair next to his thigh, pulling my skirt up to my hips.
“Camden,” I moaned, earning his attention as I reached my middle finger and ring finger underneath my lace thong, pressing them into my pussy.
I tossed my head back, rubbing my clit in slow, agonizing circles as my warm arousal began to soak my fingers.
“Helena… Please…” Camden begged, his eyes hooded and his head bobbed again, but he continued to fuck his hand, his eyes never leaving my hand as I teased my clit.
Stopping my movements, I pressed my fingers inside my pussy one last time before dragging them slowly out and toward my clit, showing him my arousal glistening on my fingers.
“Open,” I ordered, moving my foot to stand back on the floor and gripping his cheek with my free hand. He immediately obeyed like the perfect pet he is.
Placing my middle and ring fingers into my mouth and onto his tongue, Camden closed his lips around them both, his tongue licking in between my fingers as he sucked them clean. Unable to resist, I straddled his lap, crashing my lips to his.
His rough, shaking hands found the exposed skin on my thighs, sliding up toward my hips as my tongue demanded entry to his mouth. Opening up for me, I swirled my tongue with his, tasting my own arousal and swallowing all of his moans.
Catching me by surprise, he stood, holding me underneath my thighs and made his way toward his bedroom on unsteady feet, his slacks falling to his ankles.
“Camden, wait.” I wiggled my way out of his arms, landing on my feet as he rammed his shoulder into the doorframe of his bedroom.
“H-Helena… Something…something is wrong.”
“Move to your bed, now, love.” I urged him forward, pulling him by his arm, and he fell harshly to his mattress, unconscious.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to have that reaction to the water.” I said out loud with a chuckle as I kicked off my heels; I needed to do some heavy lifting.
I’ve been watching him long enough to know exactly where he puts all his things before bed, what he wears, and how he tucks himself in. He’ll think all of this was just a dream.
I gently untied his shoes and placed them along the wall near the doorway—his usual spot. His slacks and boxer briefs were stuck at his ankles still, so I pulled his slacks off and draped them across the chair next to his dresser. I couldn’t help the grin on my lips as I reached for Camden’s boxer briefs that fell off as I pulled off his slacks. My eyes traveled up his body, from his muscular legs to his deliciously impressive half-hard cock.
Standing in between his feet at the foot of the bed, I couldn’t help but crawl up onto the mattress in between his legs. Sliding my hands up the warm skin of his thighs, my fingertips found his length, and I gripped him in one hand while licking up the underside of his cock.
“God, Camden, you are perfect,” I praised as I fisted his cock, pumping him in slow strokes. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
Releasing his cock, I shifted myself so my knees were on the outside of both of his hips and pulled my skirt up. I took advantage of his still somewhat stiff length and rocked my hips on him. His cock fit so perfectly in the slit of my pussy, like he was made for me. Even though he wasn’t fully erect, the tip of his dick still hit the perfect spot on my sensitive clit, forcing breathy moans out of me.
“Oh yes, Camden, yes. Just like that,” I groaned, sliding up his undershirt so I could prop my hands up on his abs. My hips rocked harder and faster on him, chasing my climax. “Fuck, I need to feel you inside me. I can’t wait any longer,” I said as I lifted off him slightly, pulling my thong to the side and seating myself on him again.
The warm skin of his cock on my pussy was my undoing. My body jolted, arousal flooding my core as I continued grinding on him.
“Please wake up. Please… Fuck me, please, Camden,” I begged, rocking my hips in such a way that he was lined up perfectly with my center.
Slowly, I moved, forcing his half-hard cock inside me as I continued to chase my climax.
“Oh yes… Fuck,” I groaned, running my hands up my body, grasping my breasts over my blouse. Every inch of him felt amazing, but I had to stop. I didn’t want our first time to be this way.
“Oh god, what am I doing?” With a sigh, I tried to get myself to stop. I was utterly obsessed with Camden, and I wanted him to be conscious for our first time together. But I was so close, and I wanted to come with his cock in me, even if it wasn’t fully erect.
Continuing my movements, I bounced my ass on his lap, hitting just the right spot. Shortly after, my climax ravaged my body. Bracing myself on his abs, I dug my fingernails into his skin as my muscles contracted around him. He was fully flaccid now as I slid him out of me and stood from his lap.
“Mmm, so perfect for me,” I praised, caressing his sleeping cheek with the backs of my fingers.
Fixing my thong and my skirt, I walked into his restroom and gathered a few of his flushable wipes he kept in the medicine cabinet, using them to clean him up and flushed them in the toilet.
“Soon, I will have you while you’re awake, pet,” I whispered while sliding his boxer briefs on and tugging them up in place. “I wonder what you’ll think when you see these,” I said, tracing the crescent-shaped cuts on his abs from my nails. “Oops.” I couldn't help but giggle.
Reaching under his pillow, I grabbed his usual red and black plaid pajama pants and slid them up, tying the drawstrings. Walking around to his head, I lifted his arms over his head and pulled him, dragging him up onto his pillow.
Once he was settled in place on his pillow, I circled back around to his side and pulled his arms so he was sitting up. His body rested against my chest as I managed to get his button-up shirt off one arm at a time. Tugging at the hem of his undershirt, I pulled the fabric over his head, letting his body fall back to the mattress. Tugging the undershirt free from his arms, I took both shirts and draped them over the chair with his slacks.
Stopping by his dresser, I grabbed one of his tank tops. I managed to get it over his head, and thread his arms through the sleeves, pulling it into place.
“Good night, pet,” I whispered, pulling up his comforter to tuck him in.
Before leaving, I found his phone on the floor in the kitchen and his tie on the kitchen counter. I turned on his daily alarms, and left his phone on his nightstand, and draped his tie over his bedroom chair. Stepping back into my heels, I turned his bedroom lights off and made my way through his apartment, back to the kitchen. I grabbed the syringe and its cap from the sink, quickly recapping it and placing it back into my bra.
I’ve watched Camden’s nightly routine thirty-six times, and had every little detail down perfectly. Reaching for his gun, I placed it in the first kitchen drawer by the refrigerator and pushed in his kitchen chairs. Since he passed out, he didn’t get his breakfast ready for the morning.
“It would be a shame for him to be that confused,” I said to myself, looking toward my darkness as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes while watching me from the darkest corner of the kitchen.
Reaching into the pantry, I pulled out his container for peaches and cream overnight oats—his favorite. Making quick work of preparing it with milk, I placed the container label facing forward, into the refrigerator.
“Good night, Camden,” I said again to a quiet apartment, as I pulled on my peacoat I draped over the kitchen counter. I closed the front door behind me and pulled my own keys out of my coat pocket. Scanning each one, I smiled when I found my stolen copy of his key, using it to lock the door before walking toward my car.
I have to admit, I was surprised Camden was living in this apartment; he deserved better than this dump.