18. Elijah
At the kitchen table, I am leaning back in my chair wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, no shirt which shows off all my ink and drinking a hot cup of fresh coffee. I am always an early riser, up with the sun. I wish I wasn’t, but this is one thing I cannot control. The morning sun is shining through the large windows that overlook the back of my property, where Rain’s mom is. Last night was a trip. But I’m glad it’s all out now. She knows exactly the situation she has been put into, and she isn’t scared away. She is ready to run into it with me, beside me, and proving it the other night was the hottest thing I had ever seen.
Feeling her before hearing or seeing, Rain, my little bat is up. Taking another sip of my coffee, I wait for her to join me.
Entering the large space, her dark hair is up in a ponytail and wearing my black tee, which barely covers her ass. Walking to the coffee machine, she pours some into the mug I left for her. Looking at me, Rain takes her first sip, and her hazel eyes smile in delight.
“Do you need to sleep attached to me all night?” She grumbles, taking another drink.
What a stupid fucking question!
“Yes.”
She doesn’t respond, knowing her efforts would be useless. I am never letting her go.
Padding over to the table, she takes a seat, placing her mug down in front of her, while taking me in. I watch her eyes roam up my body, nipping on her lip as her breath hitches. Her eyes meet mine, catching her. She isn’t embarrassed. Instead, she winks at me as I lean further back in my chair. Placing my hand over my cock, I grab it and wink back at her.
Rain laughs, its captivating, something I could listen to all day.
Then she asks, “What keeps you here?” Which catches me off guard. What does she mean? Why am I here?
“I live here.”
Shaking her head, “No, sorry that came out wrong. Why do you stay? Why do you put up with his lies and feed into it?”
I rake my hand through my thick hair. “There are things about me that I don’t want to share yet. Things that I left behind for a reason, because they will come back soon. Oh, so very soon. But for now, I get to pretend it’s not there. That I don’t have those responsibilities. So I stay. Killing doesn’t bother me. Hurting people isn’t a big deal. Just another day. Being step daddy dearest’s killing and torture machine keeps me close, in the know and it fills a part of me that needs this. The kill, the hurting. The satisfaction from it can be compared to an addict taking a hit of their favorite drug. It’s also why I had the skull face tattooed on me. I am a ghost. I am death. This is me.”
Her head nods. “Ok.”
Her energy doesn’t change after what I just said. She accepts it, and she accepts me. I had never doubted it, but it’s reassuring to see her reaction. None of this has ever mattered to me before. But with her, it does.
We still have a couple days before we take out our name from the fire. I still haven’t told her who, she also has not asked.
“He meets with your dad like clockwork on Thursdays, it goes well into the night. They discuss Chapel shit and whatever else. That is our window. We will wait until he gets home, then snatch him like I did with you. The garage is where we will do it.”
“I’m ready. I can do this.” She reassures me. Not wanting to let me down. That would never happen.
“I know you can.”
Her new-found confidence is slowly coming out, and it gets my dick hard.
I lean forward, grabbing her mug and placing it next to mine, she looks at me like I just killed a baby. So this is what gets her upset?
Standing, I walk over to where shes sitting and look down at her, turning my head slightly as I continue to take her in.
“Does talking about murder turn you on?”
She shakes her head in defiance.
“If I were to touch your pussy right now, would it be dripping? Are you a liar, little bat?”
Her thighs clench.
“Liars get punished, not rewarded.”
She looks at me with such confidence, her hazel eyes piercing through me. “Then punish me.”
I use my foot to move her chair out, which takes her by surprise. Then, gripping her under her arms, I force her to stand then pull her tee off and throw it to the side. Her nipples are hard, and tiny goosebumps decorate her body. She isn’t shy, she doesn’t try to cover herself, only her panties remain.
“Bend over, hands on the table.” I instruct, my face remains neutral, not showing that I am affected by her.
Obeying me, she does as I command. Turning to face the long, dark wooden table and bending at the hip, she places both her hands flat on the top. Rain looks over her shoulder, challenging me and daring me to continue.
Challenge fucking accepted little bat.
Behind her, I move the chair completely out of the way, and the force of my push knocks it over crashing to the floor. Not phased, I use my foot to kick her legs further apart. My hand moves under her ass, trailing along her panties until I reach her pussy. The fabric is soaked.
I knew it.
Liar.
I know she has been aching for a release since last night, when she was sucking my cock. In her sleep last night, she used my leg, rubbing herself on my thigh. But I moved my leg away from her, stopping her from achieving what she was dying to do, come.
This will be no different. I told her liars get punished.
I touch her clit through the fabric with my knuckle, circling it a couple times before pulling back. Rain moans in agony.
“Elijah. Please.” She begs.
I pull the waistband of her panties down with my fingers, and they brush against her soft skin along the way. Lowering them to her knees, I take the palm of my hand and rub her ass cheeks.
“These would look even better with my handprint on them.” Is all I say, before pulling back and spanking her. Her skin cracks and her back arches under my hand when I connect.
She moans in pain, but the smirk on her face says she likes it.
I raise my hand back and spank her again and again in rapid succession.
Her skin is bright red, except for the spot where my handprint glows white. It is fucking beautiful. My chest fills with pride.
“Are you going to lie again?” I growl at her as I spin her around and lean my body against hers.
Nipping at my lip, her teeth dig into it before letting it go. Rain smirks. “Will you punish me like that if I do?”
“Yes.”
“Then yes, I will.”
Brat.
I rub my knuckles up the curves of her hips and past her waist, making my way over to her nipples. I grip one with my thumb and forefinger and pinch it. Her pelvis bucks against mine, causing my cock to get even harder, straining against my sweatpants.
I pull on it before letting it go. “You like my pain? My pleasure? Such a good fucking girl.”
I pause before continuing. Looking into her dilated eyes, I whisper against her lips, “You don’t get to come today.”
Then step back, leaving her with her panties down her legs and bare.
As I walk away and leave the kitchen, I can hear her mumbling under her breath. She will see that the wait is going to be fucking worth it.
My phone starts to ring in my pocket, ruining the mood completely once I see who it is.
My mother.
She calls, and I don’t answer. Its the same song and dance each time. Why she doesn’t give up is beyond me, but I don’t really care.
If I were to guess, my mother is calling to warn me not to disobey The Dark One’s wishes.
Shoving my phone back in my pants pocket, I don’t fucking care. That woman is just as fucked as the rest of them.