Him
The wound on my hand would have healed, but the one on my heart when I heard her agreeing to fucking abandon me and marry some random jerk. That wound is still fresh; and will remain the same until I punish her for daring to cross my threat.
The last few days have been one heck of busy. She should thank her guardian angels for that. Because I swear the first chance I get, she’ll be dragged from her sweet comfort hideout right into my den and fucked into oblivion, until she either sees stars in broad daylight or the hellfire in the darkness of the night.
The side of me who’s acted as her savior for a long time now, saving her from me, is crying in the corner of my chest. And the devil seated on the dark throne of my heart is absolutely blushing at the thoughts of what kind of havoc I’m going to wreck on my innocent little lamb.
She’ll be the sacrifice and I am going to fucking rivel in her.
Focusing on anything at all has anyways been a long-lost battle ever since the night we made out. And that has been such an inconvenience considering how close we are to getting our hands to the queen bee.
In the last few days, the police have confiscated over sixty-five packages of synthetic narcotic drugs from various parts of the city, courtesy to a certain group of people working independently to counter the drug chain across the nation, one area at a time.
Some of those raids made to the news, some didn’t. Nobody wants a bad name, politically or socially, which results in dying out of crucial news, directly responsible for the lack of awareness about these crimes in the population. And the packets that were recovered were only a fraction of what we confiscated and destroyed when we raided it, much before the authorities were called in.
But destroying stuff worth millions has made us some brand-new enemies. They might not know who we are, but they sure have the understanding, since these things are now going on in a pattern, even though we had tried to keep it in the hiding.
I don’t know how much time do we have before we’d want to disappear for some time again.
But the remoteness of my cabin has been so useful; not only in isolating myself from the chaos going on in my mind, but also for immersing myself in finding my way through the dark net into various websites that this alleged Queen Bee handles; directly or through other people.
Black and I have been actively following one particular channel on one of these sites; and unlike me he likes working twenty hours a day; like he’s the one on narcotics.
“You look possessed; you need an exorcism.” I say stoically although it sounded sarcastic. It’s not even funny because he really does look like he needs sleep, food... a little love, maybe. And an undereye crème for now.
“And you need some coke...” He retorts before continuing, “What are you doing? Hoping around the house like you got nothing better to do.”
That’s lack of sleep and food doing the talk. But did I say how much I love when I manage to irritate him.
“I’ve been sitting there for the entire night; and unlike you I am human... I need to walk around for my legs to keep working.” I bark back, suppressing the obvious grin.
“You need to walk around... or are you just escaping to check on her... your phone stalking thingy?”
He’s not wrong. I’ve actually been paying more attention to her chats, calls, even her live shows whenever I get time. And there’s only one new piece of information I learned in the past week, that one of her colleagues is actively shipping the two of us. I mean the Nakul she must’ve told her about.
The best part is that she seems to like it. That means there’s something going inside her about me. But there’s a catch... the sick fuck she’s supposed to be engaged in a few days from now is on the line too.
He’s been messaging her. He’s called her a few times for the normal boring conversation that he assumes, will impress my muffin. Stupid guy! Doesn’t know how long it took me... And I’m still not sure whether she really likes me or not.
I could not help myself from digging into the bastard’s digital footprints. He mostly lives a boring life except for the part that he seems to visit the forbidden websites a lot. And I mean a lot. I’ll look more into it as and when I get time.
Right now, my only consolation is the fact that my muffin is interested in me and also that she is trying to hide our dirty little secret. Like that’s going to change anything.
“Who are you smiling at jerk? Don’t tell me you’re actually seeing fucking ghosts? Daydreaming, perhaps?” Amusement spreads across his features.
And that’s why I really feel freaking anxious around this devil. One moment he’s cold and next he’s high on fucking nitrous oxide.
I avert my eyes while getting up to leave, “I should instead get you a coffee... because you really need one right now.”
“And you really need some coke. I always tell you guys not to destroy every last gram.” He tsks before returning back to his computer, “You guys never listen. Now, get me that coffee on your way back.”
Coffee will only make his insomnia worse but I don’t have the patience to argue with him.
I shrug as I head out. I need a freaking break from this monotony. And despite knowing that her thoughts are going to bother me if I go back to my apartment, I still manage to find something important missing in our files to go back for. I hate how my mind works, sometimes.
Am I afraid to go there and see her? A part of me is afraid to be honest. Because I do not intend to be unhinged anywhere near her, not now when all I want to do is punish her.
My mind is looking for a reason; an excuse to wreak havoc on my poor muffin. And I may lose the battle of sticking to win her by being gentle around her.
But there’s one thing that’s been bothering me so much I’ve lost my sleep as well as my appetite. How the fuck will I survive with a ring on her finger if it’s not mine. How will I stop myself from chopping the hands of the asshole for putting a ring on her finger, when every inch of her belongs to me and me only.
I pull out my phone to have a look at what she’s been up to because it’s been three hours after work that she’s been awfully quiet. Or my earpiece is not working. Whatever the case is I need to take a look at her to have my pill of sanity for the day.
I check the feed from two hours ago. She was chilling in her regular PJs and red love-yoga tee with her dark waves hanging lose on her shoulder. The way it dances on her waist makes the blood in my veins redirect to places it shouldn’t.
I exhale an agonized breath and fast forward until I catch her staring into the mirror like she’s contemplating something. Then she quickly disappears inside the bathroom. Wtf have you been up to, muffin?
I fast forward ten minutes. Nothing. Fifteen. Still no sign of her.
I then fast forward to the half an hour mark and she’s still inside.
Is she alright?
I mostly tend to avoid using the camera placed in the bath, until I the situation calls for it.
What if she had a seizure? She might be unwell. I need to know.
I turn on the feed to the camera in the bath mirror. No sign of her.
I tune to the feed from inside the bath, and find her sitting inside the dry tub and devoid of her outer layers.
In a KNEELING position!?
I can’t help but smile and gasp at the thought of her liking the position. So, she did like submitting to me that night. Noted.
Also, why are all of her lingerie so inviting?
I position myself on the bike at an angle so the forest stands tall behind me; making sure that I enjoy my exclusively personal porn without anyone approaching from behind.
I return to the video of her playing with her body; touching herself in places where there were bite marks fading just a few days ago. I see her hand slide down inside her underwear. She bites on a finger, while stroking her clit with the other hand. The enthralling view has my groin jump up in attention.
She releases the finger from between her lips to look for the faucet of the hand-held shower beside the tub. Turning it on, getting rid of the underwear with an ecstatic exhale before returning to the kneel. Spreading her legs open, she leans on the headrest just enough to place the hand shower between her thighs such that the water hits her cunt. As soon as the jet spray hits her pussy, a low cry leaves her lips pushing me to the edge enough to stroke my dick from over the jeans I am wearing.
Her head dips back in pleasure, hardly catching hold of the brass pipe behind her with her free hand. Her hips rock as the orgasm builds and her droopy lids finally close shut; her teeth find the lower lip before beginning its assault. Must have been a nice picture inside her head to draw moan after moan from her lips.
My erection hurts, and I instantly resist the urge of stroking it before I spill it all inside my underwear. I need to get a hold of myself.
Taking a sigh of relief, I turn my attention back to the treat before me. Her moans are the sweetest sounds that somehow seems to have the potential to have me on my knees every single time.
A muffled shriek fills the air as she reaches the epitome of pleasure. Vibrating with the aftershocks, she looks like the most inviting sight in the entire world. What did I ever do to deserve someone as gorgeous as you? I stare at my phone while she is still trembling from the released euphoric endorphins.
Relief and something light fill my heart at the thought that she’s finally better; but the devil at the back of my head is extremely jealous of the jet spray to make her scream like that. And I don’t know how long I’ll be able to control him especially after he knows what that kneel spoke of her. She liked it that night; perhaps, you should make her do it more often.
There are three more days before her escape plan; and honestly the more I think about it, the farther I go from logic. I haven’t been able to think of a way out of this. What am I going to do if she really leaves?
I mean she’s going to, if I don’t plan a way to redirect her path.
But I’ve seen it in her eyes... the way her body reacts every time we meet.
Something tells me she cannot run away from me now. Now when she’s running directly into my arms. Something tells me she’s already about done for.
Like she’s about ready to be taken!