Chapter 30 Good Boy
Good Boy
PREACHER
“Serve me?” She asks. “What does that mean?”
I’ve only ever knelt before God.
But tonight, this is the church I worship in.
She’s warm spring rain that makes everything blossom.
My Persephone.
I don’t know when I got so damn poetic, but I’m also not sure when I started falling into love instead of only lust. Maybe it was during the chase, when she dug deep into the depths of her darkness and fought like hell.
I don’t know much about the subject, but what I do know is that I would burn the world down for this woman. I’ve loved every second I’ve spent unraveling her.
I take her hand, pressing a sweet kiss to her knuckles.
“Break me, Ripley.”
I feel so exposed like this, like I’m laying my soul bare for her. I want her to grasp the power that’s rightfully hers, to hold it in her hands and use it to tear me apart.
“And show me how to please you.”
She reaches down, plucking my hat off my head and placing it on her own with a sultry little smirk. It would be so easy to bend her to my will, but we’ve been playing that game for a while. I want her to unleash everything on me. I want to see what she does when she’s given all that power.
I place my soiled palms on her scarred and freckled thighs, smearing dirt and blood over the marks that Gabriel left. Just seeing them sparks my rage, but I push it down, desperate to please her.
Ripley’s eyes shine and she grins, baring her teeth as she takes a step backward. When I move to follow, she startles me with a quick strike across the face.
“I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Her voice is a snarl, the brutality radiating off of her.
I can’t remember how long it’s been since I gave in to the kind of anger she’s grabbed hold of.
For years, taking my past out on those sick sons of bitches was cathartic.
I was creative, and passionate, but eventually I ran out of juice.
Killing became as routine as taking a multivitamin in the morning.
Seeing Ripley like this makes me want that passion back.
She picks up a smaller hunting knife, one with a serrated blade and a thick leather handle, trailing it down her thigh and slicing ever so slightly into her soft, silky skin. Blood peaks from the edges of the wound, and she carefully dabs her fingers before bringing them up to pleasure herself.
“Do you know what I want, cowboy?”
She reminds me of a lightning strike, radiating raw and absolute power.
“Tell me.”
“I want to watch the Devil crawl to me, do you think he can manage that?”
Condescension drips from her tongue as more blood starts to trickle down her thigh. She cut herself deeper than I thought; might need stitches by the time this is over.
But for now, it can wait.
“Yes, ma’am, I think he might.”
Her mouth curls into a sinister smile as she shimmies out of her panties, tossing them across the barn.
“Then be a good boy and fetch.”
I’m caught a little off guard, my dick throbbing at the very idea of being her pet.
“Did you hear me, dog?” She growls, fucking herself slowly with her fingers. “Or is watching me like this making you stupid?”
I swallow my pride, carefully turning around on all fours and crawling toward her discarded underwear. I’ve never felt more pathetic… or more turned on.
Little pebbles dig into my palms as I crawl, the humiliation adding to my discomfort, but all I can think about is the sweet reward at the end of this. I keep picturing her, and us, and the hell we’ll unleash on every evil son of a bitch we get our claws into.
I reach the discarded lace, plucking it off the floor only for Ripley to click her tongue in disapproval.
“Bad boy, Preacher. Dogs use their teeth.”
Is this the same woman who landed on my doorstep just a few weeks ago, battered and bruised and afraid? I dip my head, taking a couple tries before finally managing the task. The taste of her sweetness floods my mouth, and my whole body clenches as I make my way back to her.
“I bet you’re dying to fuck me, aren’t you?” She purrs, carefully grasping the blade of the knife and slowly sliding the hilt into her cunt. “Because this? It already feels amazing. Maybe I won’t even need you after all.”
A knot of excitement forms in my stomach as I slink toward her, drooling like a fucking animal over her underwear. I’d lick the mud off her shoes if she asked me to.
“You want a taste?”
I nod, and she removes the hilt from her pussy, offering it to me.
“Then bark.”
I spit her panties onto the floor, cocking a brow.
“Are you ser—”
“I said bark, dog.” She leans forward, wild and wicked, her messy dark hair obscuring her face. “Because I own you tonight, don’t I? You’re mine.”
I push past the shame, all the prideful resistance I’ve built up over the years, and I fucking bark.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Ripley giggles with glee, covering her mouth as her eyes dance with delight.
“Wow, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
“I told you, tonight I’m serving you, rabbit.”
“And you have, so now you get your reward.”
She lets me clean the hilt of the knife with my tongue, playfully thrusting it in and out of my mouth like it’s her cock. Everything about her makes me feel like I’m losing control, like a man crawling through the desert for weeks without a drop of water finding a fucking oasis.
“That’s a good boy.” She pulls it out of my mouth far too soon, hopping up onto the table and spreading her legs. “Now, make me come.”
My heart hammers in my throat as my gaze fixes on that slick pussy smeared with blood.
The taste of iron floods my mouth, her voice breaking as she starts to fuck my face.
She’s got one fist buried in my hair as I slide my tongue inside of her tight little cunt.
I curl it upward, letting her juices dribble down my chin, like I’m eating a ripe piece of fruit.
Her taste, the way she clenches around me, the sounds she makes when she comes… there’s not a song on earth sweeter than her. I could spend the rest of my life on my knees for her, and I’d die a happy man.
“Get off the table and bend over,” I order, tearing my mouth away from her cunt.
I want to ruin her, just like I did in the woods. I want her begging me, pleading, but there’s a sharpness to her look that makes me instantly shift my tactics back.
“Please?”
“What a good boy you are, using your manners,” she purrs, sliding off the table and shoving her ass right in my face. “You must be desperate.”
“You have no idea.”
I spread her cheeks, my mouth watering at the sight; I’ve been wanting to get my tongue in there for quite some time now.
“Do you always stare at your dinner this long before you eat it?” She giggles. “Come on, cowboy. I said make me come.”
I swirl my tongue around her asshole, savoring the moment. Never in my goddamn life did I think I’d find someone like Ripley Winter. She’s my match in every way possible, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life being devoted to nurturing her demons, the same way I’d tend to flowers in a garden.
Because I know she’ll do the same for me.
“I bet that pussy is nice and wet, isn’t it?”
I pull away, only to slide two fingers inside her ass, stretching her wide but keeping my thrusts gentle as I listen to her sweet moans. The sweat on her skin, how her hips roll, the way she takes every fucking inch I give her… my love for this woman is growing stronger by the hour.
Her broken cries smash up against the walls of the barn before getting lost beneath a crash of drums and the whine of Clapton’s guitar.
White Room by Cream.
I jump to my feet, grabbing a bottle of lube from the table before pouring some onto my palm and giving my dick a few gentle strokes.
“I was so close,” she whines.
“Yeah?” I tease her asshole with the tip of my cock. “Keep touching yourself and I’ll give you everything you want.”
She does as she’s told, her moans sounding as sweet as honey.
I can’t wait any longer. I need her now.
I spread her cheeks and dribble a generous amount of lube onto her asshole, pushing it inside of her with my fingers. She slams a hand down on the table, clattering my set of knives all over.
“Fuck!”
“I know you can take my gun, and you proved you’re more than prepared for that knife, but are you ready for my cock?”
She glances over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming as her lip curls into a smirk.
“Oh, how exciting, my dog is taking charge again.”
I can’t help but laugh, stroking her back as I admire her delicious curves. Yeah, I’d be this woman’s dog for the rest of my life if she let me.
At least I’m well trained.
“You’re gonna scream nice and loud for me, aren’t you?”
I give her ass a rough slap, making her yelp.
“Did you hear what I said, rabbit?”
“Mmm, yes!”
I start to push my cock inside, immediately meeting resistance. She’s almost too tight, and even though she’s already moaning like a filthy slut, I can tell she’s not fully relaxed.
I add more lube, spreading it around with the tip of my dick.
“Just relax, rabbit.”
I rub her back and we breathe together, while the music continues to pound.
“I’ll be gentle to start, but once I get goin’, I’m gonna tear you apart.” I lean over, grabbing a fistful of hair and carefully winding it around my knuckles. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
She snarls as I push my cock back in, past the point of resistance, until she sings like a fuckin’ canary. I start rocking my hips, reveling in the pleasure that’s already beginning to spike. At this point it’s not going to take much for me, but it’s her, so I’m gonna hold on as long as it takes.
Our moans have grown so loud they’re all but drowning out the music, and I yank harder on her hair as euphoria rushes through my veins.
“I’m close,” she grunts, working her clit with frantic desperation.
I deliver another ruthless slam of my hips, feeling her ass flutter and clench around me. God, how is she getting tighter? I clench my stomach, praying that my body holds out long enough to get her over the edge before I do.
All I can hear are the obscene sounds of wetness, of skin against skin, of the complete and utter debauchery surrounding us as she chants my name over and over like an incantation. The taste of our sweat lingers in the air, beneath the unmistakable smell of gore.
Blood and death are scents I’ve grown used to… but buried underneath all of that here I’m sensing something new, something tangible and beautiful within all of this darkness, like a flower bursting through the cracks in the pavement.
Christ, what happened to me, am I waxing poetic during anal sex?
Ripley sounds like a wild animal, grunting and gasping for air in between random bouts of profanity. It’s perfect, like a fucking symphony, and I want to hear every single note.
“I could fuck this tight little ass forever.” I give her another rough smack, delighted by the way it jiggles. “In fact, I think I might. I think I’m gonna do whatever the fuck I want, whenever I want.”
“It’s yours, baby,” she groans. “I’m yours.”
She’s shaking, her legs about to give out, and I have to grip her hips as tightly as I can to keep her in place, pinning her up against the table. We’re woven together completely now, unable to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.
“And I’m yours,” I growl. “Now let it all go for me.”
There’s no going back.
Not that there ever was.
Her scream rips through the air as she comes, my own climax not far behind as fire burns deep in my belly.
It rushes through me, igniting my veins, and with one final thrust, I’m filling her ass to the brim.
All of my fucking serotonin and dopamine fire at the same time, sending more and more warmth flooding through my body.
I’m falling to pieces, head tipped back toward the sky, eyelids fluttering.
And I just keep thrusting.
Harder.
Harder.
And even harder.
Until I simply physically can’t anymore.
I pull out of her and spin her around in a fluid motion, grasping her face with both hands as her mouth crashes against mine.
It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.
She’s the best thing I’ve ever had.
And I only want…
More.
More.
And even more.