29. The Liar
I’m fuming inside, like a volcano about to erupt, with smoke shooting up into the sky and hot lava decimating everything before me. Except instead of lava, it’s my emotions and my rage. She went to him last night. I felt her leave our bed after tossing and turning restlessly for over an hour while I feigned sleep. Rancorous emotions swelled inside of me, as I followed her to the room where we placed him and watched her go inside, unarmed, while I remained outside.
Did I fear for her safety even though he was injured and broken? Yeah, fuck, I did. Zeke is dangerous, with or without a weapon. He has no need for a blade, because he could cut through a person just using his mind. He is a master manipulator, taught at the feet of Noah Rothesay.
She was in there far longer than I would have wished, and I was getting ready to storm the room when I watched from the shadows as she opened the door, pausing and wiping furiously at her mouth, before exiting the room with such haste, that she didn’t even see me barely concealed in the darkness of the night. I followed behind her slowly, watching as she raced through the house to the outdoors and stood there with a heaving chest, sucking in huge gulps of cold air, trying to calm herself down.
What the fuck happened in that room? What did he say or do to her to cause that reaction?
I wanted to return to the room and wrap my hands around his fucking thick, tattooed neck and choke the life out of him, until he confessed what happened between them. I couldn’t, however, because, firstly, I no longer trusted a word that came from Zeke’s mouth. Secondly, I knew my reaction wasn’t only about Dinah’s safety, but also the deep-seated envy I have always felt about the two of them. A part of me has always been needy and jealous of how simple and natural their relationship has always been, even when we were all children.
Dinah was always drawn to him first; it was him she naturally gravitated to. When she was scared or hurt, it was his arms she climbed into to soothe herself, much to Gabriel’s amusement. While I was never out of reach, and she showed me affection, it was never the same. It makes my wrath further boil that it was he who betrayed her. He never appreciated his role in her life, the privilege he had to be her prince charming. He took her for granted when we were children, and he discarded her and tried to murder her as an adult. Kill him, snap his neck, and make it seem like he died from his injuries. It would be so easy. No one would even have to know, a sinister voice whispers in my mind.
I refuse to sit back and allow him to weasel his way back into her graces. Even while a part of me mourns our own relationship. He was mine before he was hers, and yet I have lost him too. I cannot find it within myself to forgive him, even though some part of me is relieved that he’s still alive. Still breathing, when I feared that he wasn’t. My heart is in complete turmoil, wracked with pain at all that I have lost and may still lose. Gabriel, Zeke, Sammy, and now perhaps, Dinah.
I watch Dinah across the scarred and aged wooden breakfast table, lost in her thoughts, her eyebrows furrowed, and biting her bottom lip. Is she thinking about him or about Sammy?
Sammy, on whom we still have no news. Sammy, whom Zeke insists was still alive, and who he had tried to protect, by bargaining with his demon father once again. Can I believe Zeke may not know where his father took off for? He’s a liar, and he would do anything to save his own skin.
We have rebel intelligence that Noah never returned to the Rothesay estate after the attack. He is somewhere hiding like a coward and a snake, waiting for an opportunity to strike again, waiting for another attempt to murder my Atasi. I can’t allow that to happen. I need to protect her from the Rothesay men, and even from herself.
I need to distract her before she makes herself sick with worry. She never returned to our room last night, much to my dismay, and the dark shadows below her eyes and the paleness of her face tell me she didn’t sleep at all. I watch her distractedly push the same piece of cantaloupe across her plate once again, most of her meager breakfast remaining untouched.
I need a plan, one that binds her closer to me and cements that she is mine alone, at least until Sammy is back in the picture. While also effectively teaching that cunt, Zeke, a lesson and making him regret ever hurting her, and betraying us both. The question is, what will hurt him the most? I want whatever I do to cut deep, and rip him apart, like his actions did to me. I want him to suffer at my hands, so he feels the pain that blooms in my chest, each day poisoning more of me.
A smirk crosses my lips as a devious thought pops into my head. Yeah, that will fucking hurt like a son of a bitch. What’s that they used to say? “All is fair in love and war.” Ezekiel and I are now at war, and the prize is Dinah, and I plan to be the victor at the end.
“What did you need, Abe?” Dinah strolls into the room, distracted and braiding her long, dark, thick hair. The thought that I will get to use that as a fucking leash, and force her down to her knees, has my cock already semi-hard. Jesus, I need to control myself. Otherwise, I will be cumming in my pants like a pubescent schoolboy, before any of the real fun can be had, and we can’t have that.
I allow my eyes to slide down her fit body, appraising the sleeveless white top she’s wearing, that allows me to see all of the gorgeous tattoos that Sammy placed on her skin. She is braless beneath, and I can glimpse the outline of her dusty pink nipples through the ribbed material of the shirt, making my mouth water. My eyes continue their perusal and find her narrow waist, moving down to her thick thighs encased in black cargo-style pants, and to her booted feet.
She’s a vision of strength, sex, and sin, all rolled up into a small package that I want to wrap myself around.
Mine.
She does a double take when she sees who else is in the room, tied to a chair and gagged, and her expression of shock and bewilderment makes me smirk. Did I rough him up a little to get him here? Sure. Did I point a gun to the back of his head, and promise him death if he didn’t follow my instructions and keep quiet? Maybe. Watching his eyes grow large and pensive brought me joy. Hearing him struggle to regulate his breathing and not panic, well, that turned me the fuck on. Hurting and destroying him little by little, well, that’s a fucking orgasm waiting to happen.
She stops short, her eyes sliding from Zeke’s distraught green eyes to mine, which I know are alive with mischief. “Explain, Abe. Now.”
I stand up and move towards her, slow and lethal like a predator scenting his prey. I watch that sweet little vein on the side of her neck jump. She doesn’t understand what is happening here yet, but she will. She is mine, and I mean to claim her.
I don’t answer her question, moving right in front of her, bending my neck forward, and gracing her lips with mine. At first, she refuses to yield, keeping her lips firmly closed to my attempts. I wrap one of my hands with her long, thick braid and yank, until a gasp of pain slips from her mouth, and allows me to force my tongue inside and taste her. My taste buds explode with the sweetness that is all Dinah.
My other hand wraps snugly around her throat, letting my thumb trace up and down along that vein, feeling her heart rate increase, and finally, her arms wrap around my waist as she gives in to my ministrations, and lets me devour her. After a few moments, little whimpers begin to escape her, as I suck her tongue and twine it with mine. My hand tightens on her neck, adding a little pressure to slow her airway. Her fingers dig into the skin at my back, pulling me closer to her until my hard cock is pressed right up against her stomach, and her firm breasts are crushed against my chest.
Heaven.She is my heaven and my earth, the stars and the moon combined, and the sunshine that a dark soul like mine needs. I need more of this. I need to feel her all around me, giving herself to me. I need to feel the sweet heat of her cunt, as she clenches around my hard cock as I slam home inside of her. My home is what she is, what she will always be.
A shuffling noise has me coming back to myself, and reminds me that we have an audience, and while this is enjoyable, it is also serving as a lesson to the asshole in the room. One that I plan to take as much pleasure in as possible. Am I a little sadistic, even unhinged at the moment? Sure, but fuck him and anyone else who tries to hurt her, to hurt us. She is mine.
I pry my lips away from hers, trailing them down her face towards her jaw, grazing my teeth along the soft flesh until I reach her ear lobe, where I suck it hard before giving it a little nip. “I need you to be my good girl, Atasi. You want to make me happy, don’t you, baby? I need you to get on your knees to please me, baby. Can you do that for your daddy?“ I pepper each sentence by leaving hickeys on her neck, further proof of my ownership, to anyone who looks at her. Proof to the cunt in the room that she belongs to me, and there is nothing he can do about it.
A throaty moaned, ‘yes,’ leaves her lips, and I love that just with a few touches and my lips on her flesh, I make her melt. I make her forget herself and everything that is happening around us. I would bet my fucking life that she’s drenched inside her panties right now. She slowly lowers herself to her knees, sliding down my body and tearing a groan from my lips, as she rakes her fingers down my flesh in her wake. Control. I need control right now.
“Undo my pants and take out my cock, Dinah.” Her fingers move slowly to the front of my pants. The palm of her hand rubbing against my hardened length, and stroking me through the fabric. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stifle a moan, and the request for her to move faster that’s on the tip of my tongue. No, I need to take this slow, to make every move excruciating for the confined inhabitant of the room. I need him to see what he gave up, and what he lost with his actions. What is now mine.
I yank hard on the braid, forcing her neck to lean to the left, and her eyes to rise to mine. Stormy gray with hints of sky blue meeting golden amber, and creating heat from their connection. We could set fire to the room, to the damn house, with how hot the heat is between us. Her mouth curves with a smirk that has me already on edge. God, she is so beautiful, a goddess on her knees before me. In this moment, I feel like a fucking king who has conquered the world, and won the greatest prize imaginable.
“Do as you’re told, slut.”
Her fingers move to my button and then pull down the zipper of my dark gray pants slowly, tauntingly, as if she were in control instead of me. As if it was me at her mercy, and not her down on her knees before me. A lump forms in my throat that I have to force down, as I keep my eyes centered on the vixen before me. Her warm hands slip between the open folds of my pants, pulling out my hard cock in her tight grip, before using the other hand to push down my pants until they land at my ankles.
“Tighten your grip at my base and lick my slit, slut. Lick up every drop of cum like my good little cumwhore.” I tighten my grip on her hair and use it to force her face closer to my throbbing dick.
The tip leaks precum down the purple mushroom head, before I rub it against her lips and cheek, making a mess of her. Beautiful. Look at how stunning she is, covered in my essence. Fuck, I can’t wait to see my cum drip from her every hole when I claim her as mine, and I will claim her.
“Mmmm,” she moans before her tongue reaches out and laps at my crown, licking up any moisture that still remains, and then licking her lips like a wanton slut. Fuck, if she keeps that shit up, I’ll be cumming in no time, and this will be over sooner than I hoped.
“Open your mouth wide, and keep it open while I fuck your throat.” I push the tip of my cock between her pretty, pouty lips, her tongue lashing at my crown as her mouth widens until I can slip inside of her, and down her throat with ease. I begin a punishing rhythm, giving her no quarter, while I fuck her throat raw, as she makes gagging and choking noises, that have sizzles of heat racing down my spine.
Tears slide down her face, meeting with saliva, as her throat constricts tightly around my cock. A red flush creeps up her neck and cheeks, while her eyes widen dramatically as I fuck the very oxygen that she needs to survive right out of her. I feel myself getting close to the edge, and I pull back. My cock slips from her mouth, as she gasps raggedly with the need to breathe. She’s shifting restlessly on her knees, tightening her thighs to bring herself relief. My Atasi is turned the fuck on, and I’m here for it.
“Remove your clothing and show me what belongs to me. Show me my pretty cunt and sexy nipples.” My voice sounds gravelly and filled with lust, to my own ears, as I try to slow my heartbeat down.
My eyes are riveted to her slow movements, her seduction as she peels her top over her head, exposing more of her pale perfection and the tattoo along her chest. She stands up slowly, tauntingly, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper of her pants, the sound combining with my panting breath and the deep, harsh breaths from our unwanted guest.
Her hands slip to the waistband of her pants as she shimmies them and her panties down her perfect legs, and her pussy, slick with arousal, becomes visible. Fuck, what a pretty pink pussy she has. A muted groan sounds in the air and brings a smirk to my lips.
Zeke thinks he’s suffering now? He has no idea what suffering is.
I take a step away from her, grabbing my shirt from the back and ripping it over my head, and discarding it on the floor at my feet, as my cock bobs against my abs and a mewling sound leaves Dinah’s lips. I slip out of my boots, leaving me bare as I reach over to the side table and grab the hammer I left there.
The very one that I threatened to smash Zeke’s perfect teeth with, when I first brought him into this room. My hand tightens along the smooth, round, wooden handle as I carry it back to Dinah, whose body vibrates with need. Her eyes center on the hammer and dilate, making them luminous in her face.
Is that fear or desire I see, or is it the perfect combination of both? Fuck, that look is incredibly sexy. It demands that I use her for my depraved pleasure.
“Are you wet, baby?” I question, as I run the edge of the handle along her folds. A shuddering breath leaves her, and her head nods. My eyes focus on the handle of the hammer as I rub it back and forth against her clit, eliciting moans and cries from her lips. It’s almost as long as my forearm, made of thick, polished wood with a rounded base and a heavy metal end.
“Take the hammer from me, Dinah. I want to watch you slip it inside of your drenched cunt and watch you fuck yourself with it. Get on your knees, baby, and spread them wide so I can see it slipping in and out of you.”
Her slim fingers reach out and grasp the hammer’s handle, taking it from me before turning it upside down so that her grasp is near the metal section and leaving the wooden length exposed. She bites down on her bottom lip, stifling a moan as she brings it to her pussy, slowly teasing her lips with the wooden material. Up and down, again and again, as I watch, enthralled as her wetness coats its surface and it slips further inside of her, penetrating her a little more each time until half of it is hidden inside of her, and she’s breathing heavily, spreading her thighs wide to my gaze. Holy shit, that’s hot.
“Fuck, baby. Look at how much you’ve taken inside of your perfect cunt. Does it feel good, Atasi? Tell me, baby.”
“Yeesss…” her breath shudders and hitches as she picks up her speed, and begins to fuck her pussy in earnest, the sounds of her wetness filling the air, and making beads of precum drip down my throbbing length. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I need her now.
“Abe…” My name moaned on her lips is my undoing and snaps my control.
I take a step closer, grabbing the base of my cock in my fist and giving it a deep stroke that has my balls tightening with how good it feels. “Open your mouth, baby. You’re going to take me in your throat, while you fuck yourself nice and deep with the hammer.”
Her lips part, and her tongue slips out, awaiting my length as I coat myself in her saliva and slam into the back of her throat like an asshole, closing her airway and deep-throating her. She bucks, her rhythm slowing, losing its momentum, but I slap her breast hard to force her to keep riding the hammer’s length. “That’s it, my dirty slut, fuck yourself, take it nice and deep like a wanton whore for me.”
I can tell she’s getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tightening. Spit and precum coat her lips and chin, as more tears make their way off her face. Her eyes are at half mast and filled with pleasure. Her chest is covered in a blush, and the round globes of her breasts are marked with my slaps. Fucking stunning, she’s a vision of sex and sensuality.
My own orgasm races down my spine with electricity, and I’m not able to hold back as I grasp a fistful of her hair, and use it to force her to take all of me down her throat, while my other hand massages her neck, displaying my bulge and how deep I’m inside of her. Jesus, she’s almost got me balls deep inside of her tight throat.
“That’s my good girl. Swallow every drop, and don’t you dare cum, baby.”
A roar leaves my lips as she chokes over and over, desperately trying to swallow as my thick cum pours down her throat, the sound music to my depraved ears. She tries to pull back from my grasp, but I don’t release her until I’ve spent every drop. Her nails dig sharply into the back of my thighs, the hit of pain doing nothing but further pushing me over the edge. When the last drop leaves me, I finally release my hold on her hair and pull back, strings of spit and cum dangling between us as her chest heaves, trying to take in air.
There’s fury and lust combined on her face at my rough mistreatment. The sight amuses me and makes me want to wrap my hand viciously around her neck and take the very air from her lungs, and then fuck her raw and hard while she’s passed out. I guess some dark desires never leave you, even when you find yourself in love, and fucking an unconscious Dinah is definitely one of mine.
I look down at her body and notice the hammer almost entirely outside of her pussy, slick with her arousal, and only the very end of the wood still inside of her tight hole. My fingers pet the side of her face with approval and tenderness. She listened and didn’t defy me like I thought she would. She stopped herself from cumming. Pride fills me with how fucking amazing and perfect she is, my dark queen, my perfect slut.
“What a good girl you are, baby. What an obedient slut for me.”