Unholy

Chapter 17

Tristan

“So you slept with her?” Doc asks me as I shake my head.

“Not slept. Fucked.”

“You fucked her?”

“That’s exactly what I did to her. Multiple times, too, Doc.”

“And how do you feel now?”

“Even more obsessed than I was before. I think if she asked me to jump off the goddamn bridge for her, I would do it.”

“That isn’t healthy, and I think you know that,” he tells me.

“What does healthy mean?”

“It means that you have a clear path ahead of you, and that isn’t just about obsession and what you want.”

“You remember me telling you once before that I didn’t give a shit what you thought? It’s about time for you to hear it again, Doc. I’m me. I’m messed up. I’m fucked in the head. There’s no curing me so why even try? You know what I like about Ash? She doesn’t try to make me be something I’m not.”

“She can’t condone the things you do, does she?” he asks.

“Not everything, but she still doesn’t try to talk her way into my head and fix something that can’t be fixed.”

“We can try other therapies, Tristan.”

“Mock execution, electroshock therapy, role-playing. Nothing has worked, Doc. What makes you think something else would?”

“It’s worth a try, isn’t it?” I shake my head.

“No. I don’t think it is. I think I’m too far gone and fucked up to be brought back to the real world.”

“Is that what you feel? That you aren’t in the real world?”

“I know I’m in the real world, asshole. You know it’s just a saying.” The buzzer rings, and I stand, saluting the asshole once more before heading out the door. It’s October thirty-first. It’s fucking Halloween night, and I have plans for Ash.

I hop on my bike and take off back to the warehouse, where she’s waiting for me. Tomorrow, her little boyfriend comes back, but tonight, she’s all mine.

I make it back and kill the engine, climbing off and heading inside. Ash sits on the couch, looking up and smiling when I walk in.

“How was your appointment?”

“Same as always,” I reply. I walk over to the bed and grab the bag, tossing it to her.

“What’s this?”

“Halloween costume,” I tell her.

“I don’t do Halloween, Tristan,” she says.

“This year, you do. Put it on.” She doesn’t smile; she just opens the bag and pulls out the costume, holding it up in her hand.

“What is this?”

“A nun costume.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re my dirty Little Nun, that’s why.”

“And this?”

“That’s a collar.”

“For what?”

“For you to wear.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, I fucking think so. I’m going to make you do so many dirty and disgusting things tonight, Little Nun. And you’re going to look sexy as fuck with that around your neck,” I tell her. Ash isn’t sure what to do as I strip out of my clothes and put on my costume.

“Are you serious? A priest?”

“That’s right, Little Unholy one. Tonight, you’re going to pray at my altar.”

Her cheeks turn pink as she stands and begins to change her clothes. This isn’t classic nun attire. No, it’s sluttier than she’d like, and I know it is.

I watch her get dressed, and then I walk over, grabbing the chain collar and looping it around her neck before pulling the end to tighten it. Her eyes widen before I lean down and drop a kiss to her lips.

“You look sexy as fuck in this. I’m going to love watching you sin for me,” I tell her. Her cheeks heat even more, and I love that shade on her.

We finish getting ready, and then we head out, taking a taxi to the club. Ash has never been to a Halloween party, and I want her to have a good time.

We arrive and head inside meeting up with my friends when they arrive. The music is blasting, people are drinking, and the costumes are on fire. But nothing is hotter than Ash clinging to me the way she is. She’s a little afraid, I can tell. This is all new to her. It isn’t like the last time I brought her here. There are more people and less space.

I drag her out onto the dancefloor, and the two of us start dancing. For someone who doesn’t get out, she can dance pretty well. My hands stay around her waist as she finally lets herself go and moves with the beat.

We get into a good rhythm, and I get lost in her. I’m always lost in her. I don’t know how she does it, but she pulls me in like a fucking magnet. There’s no way I can pull away from her. Not that I’d want to. I don’t. I want her here, with me at all times. I want her in my arms. I want her in my bed. I want her in this fucked up head of mine because when I’m with her, everything else seems to calm.

“I think we need therapy,” she laughs as I run my lips over her neck.

“No, we don’t. You just need to feel my hand wrapped around your throat, your hair pulled, and to be told you’re a good girl.” Her lips part before I claim them with my own. I kiss her hard, hard enough that I’m sure her lips will bruise, and I don’t give a shit.

It’s like no one else exists right now. There’s only me and her even in a room full of people. I couldn’t care less about any of them. Just her. Always her.

“I want to go home,” she whispers, and I pull back, looking confused.

“Home?”

“Your home. The warehouse.”

“You’re not having fun?” I ask her. She shakes her head, and I nod mine. I excuse us, and we leave quickly. I love Halloween but the ideas I have for my little nun tonight far outweigh my like of a holiday.

I make it home in record time before I get us inside and strip out of my clothes.

“Leave yours on,” I tell Ash. She looks up at me, biting her lip, and I know what she wants. She wants to be fucked. I’ve created a little unholy monster with this girl.

I walk over to her, grabbing the knife off the table before backing her against the wall.

“Open your mouth,” I tell her. She shakes her head, fear dancing in her eyes. Oh, I fucking love seeing her afraid. “Open,” I demand this time. Her lips part, and I slide the handle into her mouth, and she closes her lips around it. I work it in and out of her mouth, letting her get used to feeling it there.

When I pull it free, I pull back and slam the blade into the wall next to her.

“Turn around and fuck the handle,” I tell her.

“What? No.”

“Oh, you’re going to do it, Ash. And you’re going to suck my cock while you do it.”

“Tristan,” she says softly.

“No. None of that shit. Just do what the fuck I tell you to do,” I raise my voice at her. She nods her head and turns around, and I help her ease back onto the handle. It slips right into her wet pussy while she’s bent over. I step back and watch her fuck the knife handle, and my cock grows harder. I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life.

“Just like that,” I tell her as I step closer, hitting her lips with my cock. Ash takes a shuddering breath before I shove it past her lips. Her tongue feels so fucking good touching me, but she gags a few times before she gets the hang of it.

“Breathe.” She pulls air in through her nose as tears fill her pretty brown eyes. I don’t stop just because she’s crying. I keep going. I slide in and out of her mouth while she keeps fucking the knife handle. It’s pure fucking perfection.

The more she sucks, the more I can’t take it. Something about her being so fucking religious, and now she’s here with my cock in her mouth? It’s everything I could have dreamed of and more.

“Faster, baby,” I tell her as I fuck her face so hard she can’t breathe. I know she’s close to coming, and that’s exactly what I want. I want her cum all over my knife handle, and I want it now.

“Come on, Ash. Fucking cum on my knife.” I force myself deeper into her, causing her body to push back onto the knife, and then she does it. She screams around my cock as she comes for me. Then I’m filling her mouth with my seed, and she’s choking like a good girl on it.

“That’s it. Good girl, Ash. Choke it all down,” I tell her.