Chapter 8 How to Ruin a Perfectly Good Meal #2
"What?" he asks, chuckling a little. "You can take it, can't you, Saige? I can't hurt you, remember?"
She ignores him, wrapping her arms around my back.
"The next time you need shutting up, I'll fill your mouth with something else. And Dax is right—I won't be as gentle as he was."
Elias storms upstairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him.
"Sorry about that, guys," Nolan says, grabbing a broom and dustpan from the closet. "Watch your feet."
"I'll talk to him," I tell Saige. "It'll be okay."
She sniffles. "It's not fucking okay. I'm leaving; I'm done with all of this. Whatever happens to me can't be worse than this."
She storms off toward the back bedroom, grabbing her suitcase from the ground and opening it on the bed.
"Saige, you can't go, baby."
"Yes, I can. Watch me."
"No, you can't. You're already in this. We're already in this—we don't know who is doing this or what they know; I told you that. Until we find them and take care of it, this isn't just about you."
"He's right, Saige," Nolan says, leaning against the doorframe.
"I'm having a security system installed today. That'll make you feel better, right?"
"Not really," she says. "I don't want to stay here."
"No one asked what you want," Elias says. His voice causes Saige to freeze up. "And you are staying here. You need to be back here before dark, or I'm coming to find you."
She's fragile, teetering on the edge of a breakdown; I can see it.
I meant it when I said I like having her around.
I like having a pretty little thing like her in the house serving me, dependent on me.
I like thinking about how she must feel, forced to seek comfort and safety from me after everything I've done to her; it makes my dick rock hard.
I wonder if she felt like her body betrayed her when I made her scream my name when she came because I'd like that, too.
I'll ask her when I fuck her raw.
That's what I would have been doing this entire time if I were Elias—from the moment she walked through my front door. But he didn't, so I get to do it now.
Saige is my new favorite toy. I can't let him take her away—not when I'm having so much fun with the broken pieces.
I also don't want to threaten her right now, but…desperate times.
"Remember what I said last night, Saige…" I say. "About you, your mom. You can't go to the police, and you can't go home."
"Dax…"
"Dax isn't the hero in your story, Saige," Elias mocks. "You don't get a hero. You just get us."
"Fuck!" She gives up, throwing her half-packed suitcase against the wall. "Well…that's just fucking great."
She grabs her backpack and storms out of the room. Elias shrugs, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Don't worry. She'll be back. You made your point."
I know he's right, but still, I follow her out the front door.
I'm not her hero—not even close. That doesn't mean I don't want her to think I am, that I don't want her willingly falling to her knees at my feet.
"Hey," I say, stopping her on the front porch steps. "Where are you going? You don't have class until noon."
Saige frowns.
"Yes, we know your schedule. Don't act surprised."
"You just threatened to kill me—again!"
"I don't want to hurt you," I tell her. "I'd much rather make you feel good." I hook a finger through her belt loop and pull her into me. "Like I did last night. How many times do you think I could make you come before class?"
She shakes her head. "I'm not fucking you. I'm not going back in there."
"Well, where are you going to go, huh? You can't go back to your room; you don't have class right now, so where are you going?"
She shrugs. "I don't really care."
"You can't be alone right now. It's not safe."
"Again, I don't really care."
That gives me an idea. "Hold on; stay right here."
I run inside and grab my wallet before heading back outside.
"Here. Take this." I hold out a credit card, and she just stares at it for a minute before looking up at me.
"What are you doing?"
"Why don't you go shopping? You can get whatever you want. That'll make you feel better, right?"
She narrows her eyes. "What's the catch?"
"There's no catch. I mean, you have to come back to the house after class, but you were going to do that anyway, right? This is just a gift for my new friend, whom I may have threatened one too many times while she was already having a bad day."
"You know I really will take this and spend your money, right? Like, if this is some kind of a test to see if I'll be like, oh, no, I can't do that—I don't want your money, Dax, I won't pass it."
"It's not a test or a trick."
"I have no ethical issues with taking your money after sleeping with you. It doesn't bother me at all."
I smile a little. "I'm aware your morals are a little loose, Ripley. After all, I did watch you kill a man and throw him off a cliff."
She scowls, but snatches the card from my hand.
"Too soon?" I ask.
"Yeah, Dax, it's too fucking soon."
She turns, heading in the other direction.
"Hey, wait."
"Sorry, no take-backs."
"Take my car, too."
She whips her head around. "You're joking. I'm not even a good driver."
I toss her the keys, and she catches them with her free hand. "Eh, shit happens. I'm sure you'll try your best. Just don't puke on it again. Garage code is 1209."
I don't want to have to worry about her in the parking garage.
"Are you kidding? That's my birthday."
"Huh…is it, really?" Elias set the garage code. "What an odd coincidence."
She rolls her eyes and heads for the garage. "Do me a favor and stay in densely populated areas. Don't park in any garages."
"Yeah, fine."
"See you later, baby."
She ignores me, but that's okay. Satisfied that I was able to reel her back in, I head inside to deal with Elias, who's sitting on the couch drinking a beer.
"Don't you have class?" I ask.
"Yeah, so?"
I shrug, throwing myself into the recliner opposite him. "Did you know our garage door code is Saige's birthday?"
Elias scoffs. "Why the fuck would I know when Saige's birthday is? Anyway, Nolan set up the garage code."
No, he didn't.
"You know, you really shouldn't coddle her. You're only encouraging her little meltdowns."
"Um, I whole-heartedly disagree with you. I think she needs more coddling."
"You don't know her like I do. And she's a murderer."
"She's about to break, Elias."
"Good. That's what I want."
"No, it isn't. The texts and the squirrel are really fucking with her.
And she still has a conscience. She keeps talking about his family—about how they didn't deserve it and that they should know what happened to him.
She's one more shitty interaction with you away from running to the police and telling them everything.
And I can't convince her not to if her hatred for you is stronger than her sense of self-preservation. Do better—I'm serious."
He doesn't reply. But Elias is smart—he has to realize I'm right. I know he hates Saige, but he can't hate her more than he loves himself. It's time for his own self-preservation to kick in.
"You think making her fuck you helps with her will to live?"
"Yeah, I think—no, wait, I know—that she loved every fucking minute of it.
You know, it's a lot easier to get people to do what you want if you make them need you or even like you.
That's a fundamental difference between you and me.
Saige needs us, and if you'd back off just a little bit, I think she'd happily do whatever we wanted. "
"I don't want her happy while she's doing it. I want her to hate every fucking second of it."
I shrug. "Yeah, I know. Just do it a little quieter, okay? And less physical—don't piss Nolan off. Can I borrow your car?"
"Why do you need to borrow my car?" he grumbles.
"I let Saige take mine, and I'm going to follow her around for a bit—see if I notice anyone else following her."
"That's not a bad idea," Elias says.
"I was thinking we should have a party tomorrow, too—see if we can smoke them out."
"Fine. I'll start texting people."
"Sounds good," I tell him. "See you later; say sorry to your sister."
"No. And don't fucking call her that."
I leave through the front door, crossing through the lawn to where Elias's Porsche is street-parked. After climbing inside, I open my phone and track my Maserati to an area of campus known for its shops and restaurants.
I watch Saige spend my money for a couple of hours, somehow remaining completely unnoticed despite her constantly looking over her shoulder and checking her phone.
I have to admit that I get why people do this—I understand the thrill. I watch her sift through lingerie and slutty little outfits, taking them into the dressing room and wishing I could somehow get in there, too. I watch her try on lipsticks, imagining it smeared around her face and on my cock.
And then I watch her drink coffee in the back corner of a small café. She cries a little, and fuck if I don't like that, too.
By the time she returns the car and her shopping bags to the house and leaves for class, my dick is painfully hard.
Her tits are about to spill over that low-cut top—I watch them bounce as she crosses the street, grateful that this fall has been unseasonably warm.
I run my thumb up and down the hard ridge beneath my joggers, remembering how they looked when I fucked into her last night.
I'm just about to take it out and stroke it right here when Nolan runs up to the house, back from his over-the-top workout regimen. Don't get me wrong—Elias and I are in there almost every evening, but not like Nolan.
After a couple of minutes, I follow him inside and then wait in his bedroom while he showers.
He runs the five kilometers to the fitness center every day, lifts for two hours, and then runs back. Though he's shorter than us at 6'1", he's more cut up than I am and even bigger than Elias. No one gets to see it, though—no one but me.
No one gets to touch him or know him like I do. Not even Elias.
I lean against his headboard, slowly stroking my dick. It isn't long before the water shuts off, and he steps back into the room with a towel tied around his waist.
He tenses when he sees me. Even though I know every inch of his body, he still isn't entirely comfortable being seen like this. He prefers darkness, and even with the blackout curtains, I can make them out now.
But the scars never bothered me.
Wait—that's not true. They bothered me when we were younger and they were fresh. They bothered me the first time I saw them in the locker room by mistake, and he lied about what they were.
And then again when I found out the truth.
"Did I scare you?" I ask.
"You surprised me. Any luck stalking Saige's stalker?"
"Mmm, nope. Not really," I tell him, my voice strained.
"Did you skip class to fuck your fist in my bed?"
"Of course not. I skipped class to fuck your mouth."
"Well, that's presumptuous of you." He lets the towel drop and climbs onto the bed, wrapping his hand around the base of my dick. I let him take over, working it to the tip.
I groan, stretching out on my back and thrusting up into his fist. "You know I'll return the favor. How are you feeling? Give me a number."
"Eight."
"Eight's good."
I lift my hips, practically begging him to take it in his mouth.
Nolan licks his lips, his mouth just inches from the tip, but he still doesn't give me what I want.
As much as I want to grab him by the back of his neck and force my dick into the back of his throat, I don't. He continues stroking it, cum leaking from the tip, and I close my eyes, waiting, until finally his tongue comes out, licking and sucking on the head before taking it all into his mouth.
"Fucking…finally…" I moan.
I don't know what took him so long. He sucks me like I'm his favorite fucking treat, taking me into the back of his throat, choking on it while he pumps me into his mouth with his hand.
"Oh, fuck, that's good. Don't stop."
I bite my lip, watching him work, and notice his left arm flexing. When I spread my legs wider, I get a good view of his other hand working his own leaky cock.
Fuck.
That's all I needed to push me over the edge. My dick jumps in his mouth, and I come hard without warning him. He swallows around me, and when I finally stop, he lets it fall from his mouth and then pulls himself onto his knees with his dick still in his hand.
"My turn."