18. Acid Dreams
-Jade-
Sweat pours from my body as my hips grind to “Temperature” by Sean Paul, blasting through the speakers of the club. I take a sip of my vodka Red Bull, wiping the sweat from my brow. Slim is across from me, grinding with some blonde chick. She’s cute enough with big tits. He can do better, but who cares if she’s a sure thing? Just fuck ‘em and dump ‘em.?He smiles at me as he rubs his dick all over said chick, wiggling his eyebrows. I laugh, shaking my head at him. One of my favorite songs, “Addict” by Neffex, starts playing. Someone comes up behind me, grinding into my ass, grabbing my hips just the right way. He trails his nose up my neck and whispers in my ear.
“You smell so good, Babygirl. Shake that ass on my dick.” My heart does a flip. I turn my head to get a look at him because it can’t be who I want it to be. No way. He wraps his hand around my throat while his other hand toys with the seam of my shorts, still dancing in sync with me. My breath hitches, and he whispers again.
“Did you think leaving the house looking like that wouldn’t get you into trouble? You’re out here on this dance floor just asking to be fucked. I’ve watched you tease all these men long enough.” He squeezes my throat tighter. I grind harder into him. He slips his hand into my jean shorts and rubs slow circles on my clit. Thank God I chose not to wear panties tonight. I groan softly.
“I bet I can make you cum, and take your breath away, before the song is over,” he challenges, squeezing my throat tighter. I push his hand further into my shorts, my hips chase his fingers, and he chuckles. Why do a dead man’s fingers feel so good? I’m imagining all of this, right? It’s the drugs. There’s no way Spade is here. Let alone finger fucking me in the middle of a club, but ya know what? I feel alive, and if this is what it takes to be close to him for a moment, then that’s what I will do. He squeezes my throat tighter, cutting off my air as his thumb flicks my clit repeatedly, and his other fingers move slowly in and out of my drenched cunt. It’s fucking torture, but yet it feels so fucking good. He picks up the pace.
“Come on, be a good girl and cum for me,” he growls, squeezing my throat tighter, I start to see black spots. I’m so fucking close.He pinches my clit, and I shatter all over his hand. He’s going to kill me by orgasm and choke the life out of me. Tears stream down my face. My emotions are all over the place. I want to hug, kiss, and feel his warm skin on mine, but he hasn’t let go. He tightens his grip on my throat to where it’s not fun anymore. He pinches my clit again, pulling at the piercing. Tears continue to fall down my cheeks. I try to move, but I can’t. I can’t breathe; everything is swaying. The strobe lights are dull, and darkness is creeping in.
“Should have done it yourself, coward. Now clean yourself up, coke whore. I’ll be seeing you soon.” He growls and tosses me toward the ground. I try to take a deep breath, trying to stop myself from hitting the floor, but muscular arms grab me and it hits me. Sandalwood, patchouli, and whiskey fill my nostrils.
“Rio,” I rasp.
“Shh,” the voice whispers, and that’s the last thing I hear before complete darkness takes over.
Lights flash behind my eyelids; I’m so out of it, but I feel warm arms and low voices surround me. A door slams, another door opens, paws clap against the tile floor. Someone carries me and I feel a nose rubbing against my cheek, followed by a tender kiss on my forehead. My body feels heavy; my thoughts are jumbled. One second, I was on the dance floor with Slim having the time of our lives, and the next minute, I was being finger fucked by a dead man. Did that even happen?Did I imagine that entire encounter? I’m placed on a bed softly and clothes are torn from my body, but I can’t move or scream out. I feel and hear everything. Hands are on my body, tugging harshly at my nipples, then someone slaps my drenched pussy. What the fuck is happening? Why can’t I fight back??
“How does it feel to be powerless, Babygirl?” He laughs, biting my jaw.
“Should I pour salt on your swollen clit? See how you like the burn eating at your flesh while you’re completely helpless.” He taunts. Someone peels my thighs apart and blows on my clit, then licks the tip. This feels so real; but it has to be a dream. They are dead. I ordered the twins to kill them. THIS ISN’T REAL! Monty must have sold me a bad batch because these hallucinations are getting worse and worse by the day. I need to wake the fuck up.
“We should fill every single one of her holes and suffocate the bitch, since she wanted to burn us alive, let’s get off while we kill her.” Spade chuckles sinisterly. I’m fucking sorry, God damn it. I was high, I was fucking hurting, and not thinking about the repercussions of my actions. I’m sorry, just stop this! I want to scream out, but I can’t; I can’t even find my voice. Nothing, no movement.
“Or we can use her as our personal cum dumpster.” Dario replies. Please, I’m sorry. What do I need to do for you to forgive me? I know I fucked up; I know. But I’m hurting; I’m a fucking mess, and even more so without you both. Is Jameson even here? I feel like I would know if he was here. He makes his presence known to me, but then again, I left them all to burn alive. And for what??
“Fuck, Jameson is really missing out, her pussy bar is bleeding. I guess I get to gloat on this one,” Spade says as he licks my clit. His fucking tongue feels magical against my new piercing. God, I missed him.?
“Jameson is too busy skull fucking the guy she was with. I hope he doesn’t kill him because I’m not in the mood to clean up his fucking mess.” Dario whines. What the fuck? Jameson skull fucking Slim is not a punishment. Jokes on them. He loves gagging on cock, but that’s a secret only Kayla and I know. Spade pinches my clit.
“Maybe I should spit her blood into her cunt of a mouth. I can’t fucking stand the sight of her right now. I want to slice her throat. I want her to fucking bleed for me the same way I did for her.” Spade says through gritted teeth. I know, Babyboy, I know. I FUCKING KNOW. I deserve it. I didn’t let them explain. I allowed the drugs and my spiraling to take over my thoughts and emotions, and I killed the only men who ever showed me what love is—the only ones. I trusted them. Why did they have to kill her? Why??
“We are not killing her. She will realize, when it’s too late, that she fucked up. For the time being, let’s have our fun. Before long this will come crashing down. Fuck her tight cunt while I fuck her throat raw. We cum and leave her a fucking mess. Fuck it.” Dario reassures Spade. He takes a nipple into his mouth, biting it. I want to scream. Spade continues eating my pussy. Jesus fuck, they both feel so good at the same time. As much as their brutality hurts, I still love the pain they inflict. Don’t they know this already? It would torture me more if they were sweet and gentle. But they aren’t, and they are only feeding my darkness.
Why can’t I fucking wake up? I hear movement around me, zippers coming undone, and I feel a warm, pierced cock at my entrance, and a dick slap to my face. Dario grabs my face roughly, pinching my cheeks together so my mouth opens for him. He slides his pierced cock into my waiting mouth. I can’t even suck. I can’t fucking do anything but lie here and take it. Spade slams into me and my body jolts from his thrusts. Dario fucks my face at a brutal pace. He holds his cock down my throat, running his fingers along my throat to see how much further he can go. Spade spits on my clit, slapping it over and over again.
“God, she’s so fucking tight, I can feel her cunt starting to spasm around me. Fuck.” Spade growls.
“I know. Her throat is just as tight. I hope she chokes on the load I give her.” Dario chuckles, grabbing my hair and pulling it tight into his fists.
“Take it, you fucking cunt. This is what you fucking wanted, right? Take it, Kitten.” He rasps.
Again, I lay here and take everything they give me. I deserve it. All of it. How can I make them forgive me? How can I make them see that my words were bullshit? Of course, I love them. I love them so fucking much. This is killing me. My own fucking actions are slowly killing me. Or maybe I’m the one who needs to die. Maybe then–
“Fuck Ri, watching you fuck her mouth has me ready to cum so hard.” Spade pants, thrusting harder into my soaked pussy. He flicks my clit, but it’s no use. I feel nothing. Even with Dario fucking my throat, I feel numb. I’m retreating into the darkness of my mind, a place I have never been.
“Sweetbottom, come join me. They are not the ones for you. I was so fucking proud of you when you ordered the hit. Just come with me. It’s much more fun in here than it is out there with them. No more suffering, just pure pleasure.” D’mitri’s voice taunts me.
“Just take my hand, and let’s ride, baby.” He whispers. The sound of heavy pants around the room are dull, and the hands on my body start to disappear. I reach out and take the hand of the devil with no return in sight.