Chapter 18 #3
W hat eventually transpired between us occurred not long after Keegan stormed the Asphalt Knights’ clubhouse and got an eyeful of my doll .
I’d thought I would have derived a sense of pleasure in his discovery.
That it would have had a greater impact on his psyche, the sight of me engaging with a woman bearing such a close resemblance to Vanna.
He’d taken it rather well, however. I’d been disappointed by it.
The timing of other events furthered my foul mood.
I hadn’t intended for Vanna to receive the parcel containing her would-be assailant’s eye …
I’d meant for Keegan to receive it. To put it all together and rush to my doorstep.
Having been the cause of Vanna’s distress was distressing to me .
“ I followed her today.”Puppet’s voice interrupted me a few nights after the fiasco. I lifted my eyes from the book in my lap to find her standing in my doorway, clothed in a witchy little ensemble.“She purchased this exact sundress at a boutique near the ocean.”
“This is no longer necessary,”I replied.“In fact, I would like you to cease and desist .”
Her brows pulled together, and her head tilted to the side. There was something slightly unhinged in the movement that solidified my decision. “I want you to stop , Puppet,”I sternly clarified for her.
“Stop?”Her fingers gravitated to the fabric of the long, floral print skirt, curling into it.“But I thought it pleased you when I?—”
“ Yes , Puppet. I want you to stop.”
“Why?”she pressed, having grown emboldened from my leniency with her as a result of these twisted games.
“ Because I told you to! ”I snapped, slamming Dostoevsky shut. The hint of defiance in her expression immediately faltered under my harsh gaze and venomous tone.
“ I’m sorry, Daddy…” she timidly whispered like a scolded child.“Shall I remove this dress for you?”
Expelling a tiresome sigh, I tossed the book onto my desk.“You may remove yourself from my presence.”
She nearly jolted at my admittedly callous words.
Some distant remnant of myself wished I cared for this pathetic creature.
Puppet had been nothing but a dutiful little plaything since I shoved my cock down her eager and willing throat at the Morning Star, always catering to my every twisted whim.
Yet, I’d grown to resent her for it, for a multitude of reasons that were mostly of my own design.
I resented her for allowing me to walk all over her.
For allowing me to violate her trust, body, and mind.
For being the weak little fuck-doll I dressed up as a woman I find far superior in every way.
For being the very thing which forces me to acknowledge that I am, and will always be, unworthy of the woman I truly desire.
That this spineless little whore is the closest I’ll ever get…
And she isn’t even within the realm of comparison .
We’re both pathetic.
I’d thought if I cut her loose, perhaps she’d be better off? Perhaps doing so would be a shred of decency on my part?A step closer toward the light in which my true love existed?
Light is often quite harsh…
“ I said get out of my sight, Puppet.”A sneer of disgust pulled at my lip. I didn’t bother trying to hide it.“Or the next time I drag a knife across your body, it will be at your fucking throat.”
Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.“But… I love you …” she cried, and her trembling bottom lip angered me further. “You told me you needed me…”
“And what transpired between us every time I’ve lured you back in with those magick words?
Hmm?” I demanded with growing agitation.
“ I’ve used you .Fucked you, Puppet. I’ve fucked you and your little mind in every degrading, twisted way I could conjure.
You’re a whore , darling. A whore .Nothing more.
Nothing less. Nothing I could ever love . ”
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and I could only shake my head at the pitiful creature before me.“I’ve loved you…” she repeated on a strangled sob.“I’ve given you everything.”
“I don’t care, Puppet. You know what I am.Is it really so unfathomable that I never have? Allow my parting gift to be a word of advice to you…Let your unrequited love turn to hate… Hate me , Puppet…and you’ll survive.”
Puppet violently wiped the tears from her cheeks. “ She doesn’t love you! She will never love you the way I love you!I worship at your feet as if you’re some Demon King! She barely tolerates you!”
I couldn’t help but chuckle.“Life isn’t fair to anyone, darling, certainly not the likes of us.”
“ Don’t do this…” she whispered, that flash of anger wilted into desperation. She quickly closed the distance between us.“Sir… Daddy … please…”she clutched at the cuff of my leather jacket, then my shoulder.“I… I can be better… I–”
“ I don’t care . I never have.I never will. Let’s not drag this out as if we ever truly meant something worthwhile to one another… This… All of this …was a mistake. I should have thrown your ass out of the Morning Star the night you showed up.”
Her head whipped wildly back and forth before her clutching hands were suddenly cradling my face.
“Damien…look at me…” her trembling voice pleaded as my fingers encircled her wrists and pried her touch from my face. “Don’t throw me away…”
“Perhaps try shifting your perspective to being set free?” I offered.“Run along and find a new master, Puppet. I’m through with you.”
“I’ll drag a blade across my own throat!”
I stared at her, genuinely wondering if I was even capable of summoning a shred of concern over her threat. “You’re already dead to me, darling.It’s your life… Do with it what you will .”
“ I hate you!” she shrieked, wrenching her wrists from my grasp. Sobbing, she backed away from me on unsteady heels. “I hate you! I hate you! I fucking hate you!”
P uppet snatches the beer from me again, and in doing so, rips me back from the memories of our turbulent past. She downs the rest of the beer before reaching around me to place the empty bottle on the counter. “Should you really be pairing alcohol with your prescriptions?” I ask.
A sarcastic laugh escapes her. “You almost sound like you care.”
“Good thing you’ve come to know better. Let’s not repeat any mistakes of the past, hmm ?”
“You’re such an asshole! Fuck you!”
I turn from her to grab a new beer from the fridge.
“Are you offering? Or does that mean you’re leaving now?
” I crack the top off and toss it into the sink before taking a few swigs.
After everything that has transpired between us, is it possible she’s aligned herself with this Legion ?
Have they both been awaiting my return? Or has she truly remained a free agent all this time?
After a moment of tense silence, her hands slide up my back to my shoulders before she slowly runs them down again to linger at my sides.
“You’re tense. I can feel it,” she whispers, placing a few soft kisses against the back of my jacket between words.
I can’t feel them through the leather, but I can hear the soft clicking sounds of her lips.
“You were near her tonight, weren’t you?
I can always tell how badly she leaves you wanting. ”
“ Ha… interesting choice of phrase. Nothing’s changed between us.”
Her hands slide around my waist to reach for the buckle of my belt, fingers deftly undoing it. “Which us?”
I take another large gulp, attempting to quell my rising temper at her needling words while she works at my fly. “ Either of you .”
She foolishly goes on, “So, you’re not making any headway with her.” Puppet’s fingers slip inside my boxers, and she wraps her hand around me. I suppress a groan. “ You’re already half hard,” she taunts.
A sneer pulls at my lips as she begins to stroke my shaft. “Been this way all night. I had her in my arms… We danced … A waltz… It was beautiful.”
Her jerking fist hitches. My words struck a nerve. She angrily tugs my cock all the way out, making sure the swollen head scrapes against the zipper as it juts free. A hiss laced with pleasurable pain escapes my clenched teeth.
“That was a low blow,” she growls, maneuvering to stand before me.
“Now, there’s an idea.” I grin. “Perhaps the one area you may have her beat… Of all the whores I’ve been with, none of them could suck a cock like you, Puppet.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“ No .”
“You’re the one rocking the raging hardon. That has to be getting painful.”
“Don’t talk to me about pain.”
That defiant expression in her eyes softens, and she slowly lowers herself to her knees.
Grabbing my beer, I down the rest while she takes me into her mouth, damn near swallowing me already.
I toss the empty bottle into the sink and slip my fingers into her hair, gently stroking her while she works my rapidly engorging cock.
“Fuck…that’s a good girl…such a good fucking girl…
” I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of Seduction, gently thrusting in and out of her mouth.
If I ever get Vanna’s lips around me, I wouldn’t skull fuck her the way I do Puppet.
I wouldn’t bang her the way I’ve banged these other whores.
I’d worship her… Make true love to her…and my sweet angel would eagerly reciprocate.
“ Fuck…sweet one…my precious little angel…you feel like heaven ought to…”
Her nails dig into my thighs, raking over the denim as she attempts to push back from me.
My true love wouldn’t put up a fight.
I release Puppet and let her fall back against the cabinet below the sink. “I’m not sucking your cock while you think of her!” she breathlessly snaps.