Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Alaina
W hat is taking her so fucking long?
It’s been over an hour… I think?
What should I do?
Do I need to call the cops?
Should I go find her?
My anxiety was rising as I experienced my typical withdrawal symptoms again. Tara was gone a lot longer than I was expecting, and I was feeling paranoid and anxious. My hands shook, and I tried to focus on the knife Tara gave me.
It had a smooth, black handle with an “A” painted in a gold calligraphy font. The blade was about four inches long, with a slight curve at the tip. It was extremely sharp and cut through fabric like butter.
But it wasn’t me.
I don’t like violence and confrontation; I don’t like Tara’s darkness and what it does to her. While I appreciate her trying to make sure I’m protected; at least that’s what I tell myself it is; it’s just not who I want to be.
The panic swelling in my chest was becoming overwhelming. My heart was racing, and I was back to the familiar feeling that I’d puke if I exhaled.
Pulling my knees close to my chest, I rocked back and forth, trying to fight the urge to vomit.
Tara’s fake giggle pulled me out of my mind, and I peeked out from behind the dumpster. She was holding a man’s hand. Fingers interlaced like I wanted her to hold mine…
A surge of jealousy washed over me.
She can hold a random drug dealer’s hand, but not mine? After all I’ve done for her…
Not waiting for her to call me out of the shadows, I swiped up my knife, folded it and returned it to my pocket. Stumbling to my feet, I stormed in their direction. Tara’s dark, empty eyes met mine, and I knew he’d die. For the first time, I was fine with it. She held his hand…
“Here she is, as promised,” Tara purred, her hand outstretched in my direction.
“Oh, what have we here? An innocent looking one, hmm? My favorite,” the man said, a sinister smirk on his lips.
“Ro, this is Alaina. If you like her, you can have us both,” Tara said coldly. My gaze immediately shot to hers as she pulled her knife out of her cross body bag. “She happens to enjoy getting fucked in public, especially dark, scary looking places like this alley.”
“Oh, is that so? Come here, darling. Let me give you what you want.” Ro stepped forward, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards him. He reeked of cigarettes and whiskey, and it took every ounce of mental strength not to vomit in his face.
Turning around, he led me deeper into the alley, with Tara following behind me. There was an old, dirty couch someone had discarded here, and he sat, pulling me on top of him.
“Daddy needs that pussy, baby,” Ro groaned, pressing his hips into me.
He reached up, yanking my top down, revealing my bra, and I gasped in surprise. Before he could do anything else, Tara came up behind him and threw a haymaker punch to his temple, knocking him out cold.
Stumbling backwards off of his lap, I fell to my ass on the ground. Tara rushed over, kneeling in front of me.
“Are you okay, Alaina?” She asked, scanning me for injuries. “I’m sorry, baby, I wasn’t expecting him to do that. No one touches what’s mine without her permission.” Tara’s eyes flashed with anger as she helped adjust my shirt.
“You held his hand,” I said, shrugging her off of me, and pushing myself to my feet.
“Yes, and…?”
“You wouldn’t hold mine on our way over here. What the fuck is so wrong with me that prevents you from holding my hand, knowing full well that I fucking love you, Tara? But you can hold his?!” I was so tired of feeling rejected by her, my pent up anger spewing out of me.
Tara stared at me, confused.
“I brought him for you, Alaina,” Tara said coldly, turning her back to me, walking back up towards him passed out on the discarded couch.
She went through his pockets, stuffing at least eight bags of dope in one pocket and a wad of cash in the other. Once finished, she grabbed his legs, pulling him off the couch so he was flat on the ground. His head bounced off the cement harshly, and Tara scoffed, using all her energy to drag him away from the couch.
“Wh-What the fuck…” Ro regained consciousness, bringing a hand to the side of his head and looking around.
“I’m so sorry, daddy. I don’t know what happened. Some man wearing all black and a leather jacket came up behind you and hit you. I couldn’t stop him…” Tara plastered on a fake, innocent look.
“Black leather jacket? That mother fucker…” Ro sat up, but Tara pushed him down with her foot, pressing onto his throat. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hissed.
“I’m so sorry, daddy, ” Tara said sarcastically. “It’s simple, really. See my girl here? She needs to cum, and you’re going to make her cum if you want to walk away from here with your boss’ dope and his money.
Tara reached into her pocket and pulled out the bags and cash, waving it in front of his face.
“You fucking bitch…”
His voice trailed off in my ears as my eyes hyper-focused on the baggies in Tara’s hand. The adrenaline was wearing off, and my tremors returned. I needed it. I needed it so badly. Tara moved her hand around and my eyes followed them. I heard her giggle. She knew…
“Trust me, you can’t resist that sweet pussy of hers. So tight, so sweet. Perfection,” Tara praised. I felt my arousal soaking my panties from her words, but I needed those baggies.
“Get over here, Alaina,” Tara ordered. My body reacted to her commands, and I joined her by her side. “Take off your jeans and your panties, baby girl.”
Without hesitation, I obeyed, dropping them to my ankles, and stepping out of them.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ro growled, trying to sit up. He almost succeeded until Tara swung her knife into his shoulder, forcing him back to the ground.
“I didn’t say you could move, did I?” she purred.
“You need your fix, baby girl?” Tara asked, looking at me with hooded eyes, waving the bundle of baggies in my line of sight.
“Y-yes... please…” I whimpered, my shaking hands reaching for it.
“You'll get what you want after you show me how you make yourself cum. Use him.”
Tara tipped her chin towards the whimpering piece of shit dealer laying on his back. “Show me how you like it, baby girl.”
She leaned on the brick wall and watched me as I picked up my knife, kneeling next to Ro, and slicing his pants open.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take what you need,” Tara encouraged as I tore his pants away from him, his half hard cock laying to the side
Ro groaned in pain from his shoulder, but I tuned it out, gripping his cock in my hand, pumping him roughly.
“Fucking hell… Let me up, please… Fuck, let me enjoy getting off at least…” Ro groaned, as I took his cock into my mouth, greedily sucking and stroking as hard as I could.
“You like that, Ro? Pretty fucking perfect mouth, isn’t it?” Tara said, crossing her arms casually over her chest.
“God, yes,” he groaned.
“Stop stalling, Alaina. I told you to make yourself cum.”
Releasing him from my mouth with a pop, I threw my leg over him, straddling him, and reached down to guide his tip into position. Before lowering myself, I slid his tip back and forth through my slit, teasing my clit.
I was so wet for Tara, so needy.
“Fuck, take my cock baby, please,” Ro groaned, and I slowly lowered myself onto him.
I cried out in ecstasy, as I bounced my ass into his hips, his cock stretching me in all the right places. Propping my hands up on his chest, I slid my hips back and forth, his length rubbing my clit as I chased my climax.
It’s been so long since I’ve had sex with a man. I miss these sensations, this feeling…
“How does it feel, baby girl?” Tara asked, reaching down to stroke my cheek.
“So…So good. So fucking good,” I moaned, grinding on him harder and faster. Ro’s hands found my thighs as I continued chasing my climax.
“Good girl, Alana. Cum for me, baby. Let me see how perfect you look when you take what you need.”
Tara’s words sent me over the edge and I forced his cock inside me as deep as I could while my orgasm crashed into me.
“Fuck yes, that’s it. Give me all that cum, baby,” Ro groaned, pulling me out of the moment.
Tara noticed my shift, so she ripped her knife out of his shoulder and sliced his throat open.
“You fucking piece of trash. She was fine until you opened your filthy fucking mouth, ruining her moment,” Tara hissed.
Climbing off of his dying body, I quickly pulled my pants back on. I could hear police sirens in the distance, and fear set in.
“Alaina, look at me,” Tara ordered. I was so scared, I couldn’t comprehend what she was saying.
“Alaina!” Tara shook my arms, and I looked into her dark eyes. “Take this, baby girl. Take my bag and go back to the tent as fast as you can. Don’t wait for me, do you understand?” She shoved the baggies and cash into her crossbody bag and pushed it into my arms.
“Tara… The cops… We need to go…” I stuttered.
Tara pulled my lips to hers in a devastating kiss. Tears streamed down my face as she pulled away. She cupped my cheeks, gently wiping them away.
“Please trust me, baby. I can’t have you tied to this if the cops come before I can take care of it, please.” Tara pleaded. Her eyes looked… scared. “Go, Alaina, run. I’ll come back for you, I promise. Please go!”
I couldn’t help but obey her as she turned back towards a now dead Ro. I ran down the opposite end of the alley into the night towards our tent, away from the love of my life.