Chapter 9 Avery
AVERY
Ikind of thought I misheard when Edith mentioned chloroform and walkie-talkies.
But no. There’s no mistake. Three hours later, we leave the parking lot of our local superstore with two carts full of highly suspicious items. Duct tape, a hammer, and some other basic tools, several feet of chains, a saw, a shovel, etc.
Though no one so much as bats an eye… Not one damn person.
Another thirty minutes later, and we know how to mix up our little sleepy time gas with the household chemicals I keep under the kitchen sink. It was easy. So. Damn. Easy.
I should be worried. Or nervous….but I'm not. If anything, I’m excited.
A concept still foreign to me, but one I’m learning to embrace.
Is this what normal people go through on a day-to-day basis?
Constantly feeling things all the time? The mere thought is overwhelming, and I find myself almost looking forward to when Edith possesses me again in hopes it’ll calm all the chaos in my head right now.
We drive in silence for a while, both of us trying to process all the recent events and developments.
Allie is driving while I hold Edith in my lap so she can look out the window.
By the time we get closer to the neighborhood, we are all exhausted.
Not quite ready to be back in the house or risk running into my father just yet, I tell my little Alliecat to keep driving.
She gives a quick but knowing look to me before heading back to the lakeside.
She knows. She knows I love the scent of the lake and trees floating on the wind.
She knows that the sounds of small animals running about and water splashing are a balm to my soul.
She knows all of this without me ever having to say a single word.
And it just makes me fall harder for her.
Allie pulls in through the entrance and past several empty spaces, making me think she's done this a time or two before and has a specific destination in mind.
Once the big white panel van is parked in one of the long-term parking gravel slots, she cracks the front windows and proceeds to crawl into the back, immediately lowering what looks like blackout window shades.
Light streams in through the front windshield, giving us just enough light to avoid stepping on any of our newly purchased toys as we lie down onto the mattress.
Her setup here is surprisingly nice, and it makes me wonder if this is where she went during the times my cameras couldn't find her.
We lay side by side, facing each other, curled up in what might be the softest blanket known to mankind. Or rather, womankind, because fuck men with their meat swords. Most of them don’t even wash it! Ew. At least….
My thoughts are suddenly cut off by the sweetest little laugh I’ve ever heard. Allie immediately has my full attention as I wonder what drew such a beautiful sound from her lips. She gently reaches up to smooth away the forehead crease I seem to have formed during my anti-man rant.
Relaxing into her touch, she whispers, “You seemed absolutely horrified by whatever you were thinking about just now.” She’s smiling as if there were some inside joke I was not privy to.
And…well, fuck. She’s right.
I go to respond only to realize just how close our mouths are, and my brain comes to a screeching halt.
“It was.. I… Uh….”
Suddenly she's there, kissing me so quickly I almost miss it. Allie pulls back so fast it takes every bit of self-restraint I have not to reach out and pull her back to me.
“I’m sorry,” she stammers. “I date men… Or did. I mean… I’ve never…”
Confusion mars her features before a blush takes over her cheeks, warm and brighter than the last as it slithers down her neck. Fuck butterflies, this woman makes me feel like there is an entire goddamn colony of terrified bats stuck inside my diaphragm.
I can't help the smirk that escapes me as I arch an eyebrow at her. Oh, I know exactly who she's dated in the past. There’s a reason things ended for them. Every. Single. Time. It's me, I’m the reason. Allie is all mine - something those overgrown neanderthals learned real fucking quick.
Reaching up, I gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
My sweet little AllieCat has no idea about all the utterly depraved things I want to do to her body.
The danger she’s in. I want to hurt her.
Hear her scream over and over again in ways only I can ever draw out.
She should be afraid, but instead her pulse flutters wildly with excitement as a shiver runs through her.
I haven't even touched her yet, but I would bet anything that if I slid my hand between her legs right now, she’d already be soaked.
“It’s okay,” I whisper reassuringly, pulling her eyes up to mine. “You’re in control here. We take this at your speed. No rush, no expectations.”
Her lashes flutter as I trace her jaw with my thumb.
She needs to understand this, though. What I’m saying is important.
With me, there will never be pressure, not where this is concerned.
It will, however, require trust, something that needs to be earned, which is exactly what I intend to do.
My wants and needs can wait; her feeling safe and secure will always be the priority.
I may be the one calling the shots, but she’s the one who holds all the true power here.
Gripping her chin, I gently tug her attention back to the moment.
“I mean it, kitten. You say stop, and everything stops. I can stop touching you and go to sleep right now if that’s what you would prefer. No hard feelings, I promise.”
“Don’t –”
I quickly pull away and give her space so I don’t overwhelm her.
Admittedly, I expected to feel a pang of disappointment at her rejection; however, there’s only understanding and acceptance.
In fact, I’m so proud of her for speaking up about what she wants.
To my surprise, though, she reaches out and grabs hold of my hips, pulling me back toward her.
“Don’t stop. Please. I… I need…”
She looks at me, begging me to understand some unanswered questions swimming around in her mind. And I do. But I still want to hear her say it first.
“Tell me what you want, kitten.”
“You. I… I want you to kiss me,” she says, puffing up her chest and looking expectantly at me. It's sexy as fuck. Leaning in to her once more, I kiss her slowly and steadily, letting her set the pace. “More,” she pants.
“Good girl, that’s it.”
I praise her before returning to kiss her, this time running my tongue along the seam of her lips; gently asking permission.
Her lips part, and she kisses me back with fervor as her hands begin to explore my arms, shoulders, and then my waist, all the way up to my chest. When she tries to remove my shirt, I pin both her wrists above her head and shift over top of her.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, AllieCat. What did I say about using your words?”
There's a stubborn defiance in her eyes as she wriggles beneath me. Instead of answering my question, she lifts her hips and rocks into me. Oh, so she wants to play then? Naughty little thing. Okay, we can play. I love to play.
Using my free hand, I pin her hips to the mattress and move up her body until my legs straddle her thighs.
Removing my hand from her hip, I go to grab one of the supermarket plastic bags.
Inside it there’s a variety of chains. Most are larger, with heavy links meant to subdue and contain the two men whose executions we have in mind.
The one I lift out, however, is thinner.
Still sturdy on all accounts, but the links on this one are smaller and more compressed.
I purchased this one specifically for a different purpose.
Weaving the chain between and around Allie’s delicate wrists, I use the carabiner clip on her keychain to secure the chain restraints to one of the grocery bag hooks along the van siding.
I give her a moment to struggle against the restraints and adjust to the feel of the chains.
Constantly gauging her reaction to make sure I haven't pushed her too far. Not yet, anyway. Yet again, my little kitten does not disappoint, and instead of uncertainty or hesitation, there’s a renewed sense of confidence in her.
She’s enjoying this. I can't contain the knowing smirk or the slight dark chuckle that escapes. She’s so damn perfect for me, and we’re both completely fucked because of it.
“Since you don’t seem to know how to use your words to tell me what you want, how about I tell you what I want?
” Leaning over her, I run the tip of my nose along her jawline.
“First, I’m going to trace every outline and curve of your body.
I’ll take my time, AllieCat. Then I’m going to lick and taste every single inch of delicious flesh.
Every flaw. Every imperfection. Every - last - bit.
And then… Then I’m going to make you scream over and over again, until the only name you remember is mine. ”
Her eyes go wide, pupils blow, and it takes everything in me not to pull out my knife and slice her clothes off this instant.
Though it’s an idea for another time.
Slowly scrunching up the shirt Allie is wearing, I lift it to cover her eyes and use it as a makeshift blindfold.
Reaching behind her back, I undo each clasp of her bra one by one.
For a moment, I hold the fabric in my hands before realizing I’m an idiot and can’t remove it due to the chains still binding Allie’s wrists.
Looks like I get to bring out the knife after all.
My AllieCat lets out a little humph in protest before I bring the tip of my pocketknife to her lips, effectively shutting her up.
I’m so tired of clothes coming between us.
I'm losing my patience. Enough is enough.
Fuck it. Dragging the knife from her lips, I bring it downward over her throat, between her breasts, over her stomach, to her abdomen, leaving a light red trail all the way to her thin sweatpants.
The chains rattle slightly as my kitten wiggles and squirms, trying to seek out whatever friction she can, wordlessly pleading for more. She likes this.
In one swift motion, I tug down her pants and cheeky polka-dotted underwear, quickly stuffing the undergarments into my bag, still sitting in the front seat.
With her body now completely bare to me, I proceed to do exactly what I promised.
I run my hands up her body from her ankles all the way up to her wrists and back down again, memorizing every single curve and freckle along the way.
Teasing a light circle around one nipple, I watch as goosebumps light up her flesh.
Moans turn to pants as I begin licking and sucking a line along her collarbone to her breast before sinking my teeth into the tender swell just below her heart.
“Please,” my AllieCat begs.
“Now, kitten, what have I told you about using your words? What do you want?” I ask, momentarily stilling my movements.
“I want… I want you to touch me,” she breathes out, that pink hue I adore so much making its way across her cheeks.
“Oh? And where exactly would you like me to touch you?”
“Here?” I ask, slowly trailing a hand to her hip.
“What about here?”
My hand makes its way to her thigh, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“Perhaps…. Here?”
A frustrated growl leaves her throat, and the chains clash once more.
“You know goddamn well where I want you to touch me, Avery. Stop fucking teasing me and –”
I cut her sentence off short as I plunge two fingers deep into her core.
She arches her back in a scream, and I allow it.
I want the whole damn lake to hear her. Unhooking her wrists from the restraints, I go to flip her over, only to freeze as my hand finds something very interesting by the edge of the mattress.
“Oh, AllieCat, is this what I think it is, my naughty girl?”
I pull out the object and confirm it is exactly what it felt like. A large double-ended dildo sword. Pastel rainbow. With sparkles. For a moment, I’m not sure whether I should laugh at the absurdity or be impressed that even her sex toys are modeled after weapons. Be still, my heart.
Bringing the dick-sword up to her opening, I slap the tip of it against her clit, dragging out a startled gasp.
Fuck, I like that sound coming from her lips.
I do it twice more, each time bringing out a sound more intense than the last. Using the wetness gathered between her legs, I cover the tip before easing it inside of her.
Sliding the toy in and out, I spread her legs a little more and lick and suck at her clit.
My little AllieCat’s orgasm crashes over her in waves, cresting over and over again.
True to my word, I spend the next several hours making her scream in pleasure until the only name she remembers is mine.
Pulling some baby wipes from the middle console, I gently clean up a very blissed out kitten before tucking her in among the soft blankets once more.
Curling up beside her, we snuggle close and drift off to sleep.
It may seem foolish given the hell we were both in the midst of, and what I know is still to come, but at this moment, I can't help but feel like this is the happiest I will ever be.
Sleep was anything but restful, though. Somewhere between my nightmare and subconscious, I think I said yes. Little do I know, the real nightmare is just beginning.