Chapter 5 #2
The screen unlocks, and I force myself to swallow my moment of joy.
My fingers tremble as I move them across her screen, every second of what I’m doing damning me further, as I invade her life and privacy, which I know I have no right to do.
I open up her messages and scroll through them to see who she’s been talking to.
My eyes narrow on Sly’s name, and before I can stop myself, I read through all of their conversations for the last couple of months.
Every word makes my stomach plummet further.
I can feel the pain I’ve caused her in every syllable she’s written to him.
As much as I hate that fucker now for trying to take what was once mine, I have to begrudgingly admit that he was there for her when I wasn’t.
His words are filled with understanding, as he attempts to give her hope that she’ll survive the disgusting pain I put her through.
I reach the last message she sent yesterday that he hasn’t yet replied to, and I feel the blood drain from my face.
My fingers tighten so hard around the phone that I feel like I might shatter it, and I have to stop myself from throwing it against the bookcase in front of me.
I’m sorry, Sly. I didn’t mean to have taken it that far. Thank you for the orgasm, I’m just so sorry I didn’t return the favor. I freaked out and panicked, and it wasn't anything you did. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe we can try again. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.
You’re a wonderful person, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life.
The fuck? What does she mean he gave her an orgasm?
What the fuck happened to make her freak out and panic?
Yeah, she won’t be getting a chance to try anything with him again, ’cause I’m about to murder his ass, and dismember his fucking body, for touching my sweet baby girl.
I force myself to take deep breaths before I shout with rage like an asshole, and get myself kicked out of this library.
I keep scrolling through her phone, looking to see if she’s had any interactions with anyone else that I’ll also have to kill.
An app with a melting heart gets my attention on the screen, and my breath chokes in my throat, making me gasp.
What. The. Fuck. I know that app, hell, I downloaded it just yesterday.
I quickly log in, thanking my lucky fucking stars that my girl saves all her passwords on her phone, and instantly scroll through what she’s entered.
At first, I think everything I’m seeing must be a joke.
Maybe her roommate filled this out for her as a gag.
Knowing Faye, I wouldn't put it past her to do something like that.
I reread the words a second and then a third time, my jaw hanging open with shock.
Suspicion and unease have me pulling up Cordelie's browser history, and my sweet baby girl hasn’t even bothered to clear it.
I click the first video that pops up, turn down the volume, and settle in to watch what’s intrigued her.
On the screen, a dark-haired woman runs through the woods at night, half-naked, as a large man in all black chases her, in a balaclava ski mask, with a massive, sharp-looking blade in one hand.
He manages to catch her easily and drags her down to the ground.
He presses the knife against her thin, vulnerable throat, as tears slide down her pretty face and she begs him to let her go, before forcing her hands behind her back and using zip ties to fasten them together.
He drops the knife next to her head and uses his large body to push hers into the hard ground, ripping at her remaining clothes, and spreading her legs wide, as he pulls out his enormous, pierced cock and rubs it against her opening.
He fists her hair violently, shoving her face into the dirt until she stops fighting against his hold.
Then he propels her into a downward dog position, and slams his cock inside of her so hard that her whole body jerks forward against the ground.
There's no volume on, and how I wish I could hear his grunts and her screams. My other hand slides down and palms my cock through my pants, but it's not enough to soothe the growing ache.
I quickly glance around to see if anyone is close, or coming my way, before unzipping myself and pulling out my own cock.
I stroke myself to the same momentum the guy on the screen is fucking the woman, but in my mind, it's not two strangers, it's Cordelie and me.
It's my cock thrusting in and out of her tight pussy.
It's her screams and pleading for mercy that I hear, and her thick, dark hair fisted in my hand.
My cock is slamming into her tight hole over and over as she spasms around me.
The noises of our skin slapping against each other are loud in my ears, as I remember the sounds of her little gasps when I fucked her.
God, she made such pretty music whenever I was deep inside of her.
My breathing picks up as the masked man gets closer to his completion, and I can feel my orgasm tingling up my spine.
I'm so close, fuck. I squeeze my cock, rotating my wrist to speed up my tempo, my breathing harsh in my own ears, as I watch the man on the screen slap the woman's ass over and over until it's bright red, as he fucks the shit out of her.
He yanks on her hair, forcing her neck to bow backward, as his other hand strangles her neck, and he spits in her face as he comes deep and hard inside of her.
My orgasm slams into me, and the phone shakes in my grip, as I bite into my bicep to smother my groan.
I cum all over my fingers and palm, the warm liquid spurting through them and making a mess.
I keep watching as the man pulls out of her pussy and spreads her asscheeks wide for the camera as it zooms in, and you can see his semen pouring from inside of her as she continues to tremble.
He slaps her ass again before spitting on her, as he gets to his feet and places his large, black combat boot into the middle of her back, using it to push her into the ground.
The video ends that way, and I have to put down the phone to catch my breath, as I reach over and grab a random book off the shelf, and use its pages to clean my messy cum from my fingers.
It's not ideal and a bit gross, but there's no way I'm using my own clothing.
Call it my contribution to higher learning.
I smirk at the thought of some fucker wondering why the pages are all stuck together, and finally realizing that's some stranger's jizz.
I quickly grab the phone again after putting my cock away, and I scroll through a few more videos, only to realize the prevailing theme is that the female is always chased, brought down hard, and ruthlessly fucked while confined.
Shit, how did I not know that Cordelie had a primal kink?
I wonder if things between us would have changed if she had told me, and we had enacted some of these scenes.
I was always so gentle and careful with her, never wanting her to see the monster inside of me.
No, you still would have destroyed everything. It was never about the sex. It was always about how unworthy and toxic you are. You didn't deserve the innocent version any more than you would deserve this kinkier one. You're a monster who ruins everything. Nothing is immune to your darkness.
I feel a sense of fury, mixed with hopelessness, coating me as I stare at her phone, as if it could magically turn back time and let me change everything I've done.
Back to a time when we were both happy, and I made her smile.
Maybe if I had made her feel protected and cherished, she would have eventually opened up to me about her fantasies.
Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way, and you don't get a do-over just because you want one.
What I had with Cordelie is gone, and she'll never trust me again, but maybe I could have one more night with her.
One moment to make her feel safe while giving her the fantasy she seeks.
There's no fucking way I'm allowing her to be chased through the woods, and fucked by some random guy who could hurt her. You hurt her.
I pull out my phone and log in to the app, searching for her username.
Her profile is a picture of a hooded Red Riding Hood, showing only the tip of her nose and her ripe, red painted lips, with a naughty smirk.
So my sweet baby girl wants to be hunted and eaten, huh?
I can do that for her. I can make sure she's never come so hard in her life, and leave her with a good memory, even if she doesn't know it's me.
She can never know it was me; that knowledge would taint it for her.
I select her as my match, the first genuine smile in months crossing my lips.
Oh, baby, what fun we’re going to have on Valentine's night.
I get up and pocket both phones, heading toward the library doors, feeling an enormous weight lift off my shoulders at the prospect of being with Cordelie again.
There's just one more thing I still have to do tonight. I need to teach my former friend and teammate to keep his damn hands to himself. What better way to do that than with a fucking bat?