56. Unexpected Guests
FIFTY-SIX
Unexpected Guests
PIERCE
I opened the cupboards in my kitchen and then slammed them shut, harder than necessary, not finding what I was looking for. Letting my irritation show with Scott was a bad idea, but I was mad, and maybe a little excited, too. I know it doesn’t make sense to me either.
It was incredible down there. We were side-by-side, swinging our whips and soaking in delicious screams. I’d never had an experience like that. Not with him. Not with anyone ever again.
Fear sweat, the most delicious aroma in the world, still tickled my nose. And, thank God I hadn’t passed out with that orgasm. It had been risky, but Belle knew how best to handle me. She protected me as much or more than I protected her.
Allowing him inside my most treasured space still had my skin crawling. Within one breath and the next, I both hated and admired him. But, he had the heart of a killer and was more than capable of bringing everything I’d worked to build crashing down around me.
My princesses depended on me for their lives. He needed to leave.
“I’m hungry,” I called out. “I’m fixing a sandwich; do you want something?”
Scott walked around my kitchen island, dragging his hand over the marble surface. His dark eyes held mine with a wildness I couldn’t match. At that moment, he measured and weighed me, leaving me to wonder what he found. Was I still his pupil, or had I become his equal? We were both sizing each other up, assessing strengths, weaknesses, liabilities, and threats.
“Yeah, sounds good. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”
The man had used my princess for a blowjob, caned my Queen, and was bothering to ask permission to use my restroom? You see how crazy he is, right?
“Second door on the left.” I pointed down the hall.
I busied myself, pulling out supplies to make sandwiches. Where was the mayonnaise? It was close to dinnertime, and I would’ve rather pulled out steak and grilled it the way I liked, but splitting a steak with Scott felt too much like sharing a meal. I didn’t want him to get too comfortable. Holding the door to the fridge open with my shoulder, I poked my head inside and dug for condiments, thinking about getting rid of him.
The problem of him not having a car hadn’t escaped me. His escape plan seemed poorly thought out and not at all what I expected from the man who taught me to plan for every contingency.
The doorbell rang.
Just what I didn’t need. I continued my search for the mayonnaise and ignored the front door.
No one came to my house unless they were selling things. Whoever it was could move on to the next home and sell whatever it was to my neighbor. Not to mention, there was no way in hell I was answering the door withThe Fairytale Serial Killer, a guest in my home.
I wasn’t an idiot.
There it was, hiding behind the milk. I shut the door to the fridge with mayo in hand and heard the squeal of the front door hinges as it opened.
“Well, hello! Have I died and gone to heaven?”
What the hell was that idiot thinking?
Hastily, I put everything down and edged my way to where I could see the front room.
Bubbly female laughter floated through the house.
“We’re organizing a charity event for our sorority, and we’re hoping to get the neighborhood involved by sponsoring our event. We’re taking donations of used clothing and other items.”
Scott’s low appreciative growl told me that conversation headed in a dangerous direction. I didn’t know how to stop him, but I hurried to the living room, determined to get that girl to the house next door.
Unfortunately, he already invited her inside. My front door creaked closed, sealing her inside with him, a lethal predator, and me, the man now responsible for protecting her.
“Ah, Pierce,” he said. “Look what landed on our doorstep.”
My doorstep, you bastard, not ours.
“Good evening.” I gave the girl my best smile.
Scott maneuvered her to the love seat, gesturing for her to take a seat. He gave the blonde a suggestive wink. Dear lord, her breasts were huge.
She soaked up Scott’s attention, even wiggled her tits. A slow smile of anticipation stretched across Scott’s face.
“My name’s Charlie,” she said.
“Nice to meet you,” I replied.
Charlie’s boobs bounced as she sat in the overstuffed love seat.
“My name’s Scott,” My unwanted houseguest sat opposite her in my favorite wing-backed chair. I took the empty one beside him.
“You said you were looking for sponsors for an event?”
“The run-walk is a charitable event for the local women’s shelter, and we’re looking for donations of clothing, women’s and children’s sizes, and soaps and shampoos. The best are those little hotel-sized bottles you get when you travel. We pack those up into gift packs for the women. You’d be amazed at how much these women have lost.” She launched into her speech about battered women, her sorority’s charity work, and the plans for the 5K walk/run.
Scott listened with avid attention; it focused on Charlie’s tits, a fact Charlie seemed to capitalize on. Maybe she thought it would get her a more substantial donation. Little did she know, her breasts would lead to her death. Scott’s eyes widened with each bounce and jiggle, and I knew what request he would soon make of me.
I don’t enjoy killing and only did so when necessary. Take, for example, the nurse downstairs. Killing him was unavoidable, and nothing I would take pleasure in.
Scott, however, took perverse pleasure in death. Am I a bad person because there’s a bit of me that hungered to see what that would be like? To stand beside him and watch him work?
It’s not that I wanted to see the blonde die, but could I pass on this opportunity? Would it be a proper send-off to give him this one gift? It would keep him away from my princesses, that was certain.
“Well, I’m all for supporting a cause,” Scott said with a laugh. “Anything I can do to help those in need is a worthwhile endeavor.”
Charlie leaned toward him, pressing her ample breasts together to enhance her already astounding cleavage. She batted her lashes, and I coughed at how blatant she was acting. Didn’t she know how foolish that was?
“Oh, that’s wonderful! We could use all the donations we can get.”
He moved to sit beside her, and to my surprise, she didn’t back away. In fact, his move seemed to encourage her.
She put a hand on Scott’s thigh, a bit too high, and it was clear her fingers were suggesting what sort of thank you would be delivered.
“Well, how nice.” Scott’s breath hitched. “Are you expected anywhere soon?” Scott nuzzled her ear with his nose.
“No.”
Scott gave a low chuckle. “Darling, do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”
The girl pouted and drew back. “I think I have a good idea of what comes next.” Her eyes shifted to the hall and to the bedrooms beyond.
Scott smiled. His straight white teeth glinted in the overhead light. His gaze caught mine, asking permission.
I nodded. Despite the risks, I desperately wanted to see him at work.
“Charlie, my friend, and I are a little…unconventional,” he said. “How adventurous are you feeling?”
Her eyes widened. “I like unconventional.”
“We have a playroom in the basement. Much more fun than the bedroom.”
Charlie clapped her hands. “Oh, you’re kinky!”
I loved college co-eds. They were curious and open to new experiences.
Just then, Scott’s stomach growled. It was loud, unexpected, and broke the mood. It also reminded me of my hunger and the reason we had come upstairs.
Scott’s booming laugh filled the room. “How about we grab a bite to eat? Pierce and I were just about to make sandwiches when you knocked on our door. Are you hungry?”
Charlie bit her lower lip, looking uncertain.
“Come,” he said, leading her toward the kitchen. “I’ll have much more fun if I’m not thinking about my stomach. We have all night to play.”
She gave a slight smile. “Um, do you mind if I use your restroom?”
I gestured toward the hallway. “Second door on the left.”
“Thank you,” she said in a soft tone.
Scott and I moved to the kitchen, where I pulled out a third plate.
“I want her,” he said in a lowered voice.
“I know.”
He returned a surprised look.
“She’s yours.” Warmth surged in my chest to give him this gift.
“And I can—”
“Do whatever you want.” I finished his sentence, giving him the affirmative he wanted to hear.
“And your rule about blood?”
I wrinkled my nose, thinking about the mess. “Just keep it contained.”
Scott crossed his arms over his chest. “How are we going to get her down there?”
“You already told her the playroom was downstairs. We’ll take her down. I keep my supplies down there. You finish up here while I go prep.”
I headed to the back of my basement, past the long ordered rows of emergency supplies, and stopped short of my wine collection.
Opening a nondescript box, I pulled out a bottle of clear fluid and grabbed a couple dish rags. I saturated two cloths and placed them within easy reach beside the wine rack. The rags should stay moist enough until we brought the girl downstairs.
I grabbed a bottle of Merlot as a smile filled my face. Beer was good for a casual drink. Tonight deserved something special.
There were so many ways I could work this. My Queen waited for my attention. I wanted to take her tonight but felt awkward doing so in front of Scott. Did I claim my Queen? Or, did I fuck one of the others? I hated tough decisions. Belle would be fun. I could use her to show what I expected from my Queen.
When I came upstairs, the lilting laughter of the girl echoed through my home. Interspersed through her energetic chatter, Scott’s more guttural tones grated on my ears. He had Charlie on the kitchen counter, feeding her a sandwich. Charlie giggled as he teased her with the food, pulling it away from her lips at the last second.
“A kiss for a bite, my pretty.”
Didn’t anyone teach this ravishing beauty to be wary of strangers? Her eyes kept darting down to the basement like she couldn’t wait to get down there.
If she only knew she would never leave. I took my time with my food. There was no reason to rush, besides Scott was feeding Charlie her last meal.
I walked my plate over to the sink. “Last chance to back out,” I called over my shoulder.
Charlie shrugged. “Oh, I’m good.”
I turned on the water. “Go freshen up. Scott and I will clean the dishes.” I waved her toward the living room, making it an order by the tone of my voice. I pointed to the dirty plates, indicating he should bring them over. She disappeared back into the living room and down the hall.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” Scott slammed the plates on the counter. “We’re stopping to do the dishes?”
“Don’t be an idiot.”
His eyes widened, and he took half a step back. His fingers clenched into fists, and his arms flexed.
Seriously?I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close before his temper ran too far afield. Was he that stupid? “Do you want to know the plan or go in blind?”
My words mollified him. His shoulders relaxed, and his jaw unclenched. His head dipped.
I whispered. “I soaked rags in chloroform. They’re sitting on the shelves just before the wine cellar. We take her down, subdue her there, then carry her to the dungeon. We’ll tie her up once we’re inside.”
He rubbed his hands together with anticipation.He was a sick fuck.
But then I wondered, who was more messed up? The man who would torture, rape, and kill a young girl or the one who would watch?
What do you think?