Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
KAGE
“Ow, ouch—motherfucker!” Summer hisses, punching me in the thigh with her tiny fist. A smirks tugs at the corner of my lips, teasing at a smile that’s unable to form because of the storm cloud hanging over my head.
She has a way of burying things—pushing emotions away until she believes they no longer exist. But as my fingers gently pry apart her blood-crusted curls to better view the gash on the back of her head, a wave of rage washes over me and settles like a hot stone in my stomach.
She almost died. My father’s henchman Clyde almost raped her. And then she watched me bash his skull in, and I fucked her on that cold, dirty floor without a rational thought in my barbaric brain.
I could have killed her, and as I witness the depth of the cut and the slit of white bone peeking through layers of skin, my guts churn. Not because I am queasy at the sight of a little blood, but because she is hurt, and I probably made it worse.
We’re on the couch in my rather shanty living room, a lamp with no shade leaning precariously over the back cushions to give me a better view of her injuries. Her cheek rests on my thigh, one hand dangling to the floor, coaxing Poppy out from the shadows to distract from the pain.
And despite everything, I’m still somehow hard as a fucking rock for her, my mind wandering back to how it felt to lose my virginity in a cunt as velvety, wet, and tight as hers.
She could’ve—and probably should have—fought me.
Instead, I watched and felt and witnessed her blossom into something entirely new, some deeper, more powerful version of herself coaxed to life as I finally, finally made her mine.
Fresh blood oozes from the cut, pulling my attention back to the task at hand. I’ll have to stitch her up; I have plenty of practice. One of the tenants of the cult I was part of was never seeking help from medical professionals. A friend of mine died as a child from a simple broken arm.
Thank fuck my mother taught me to sew in secret, because without that knowledge, I wouldn’t have sutured my throat back together and had the wherewithal to splash pure alcohol on the wound once a day.
That fiery pain is seared forever in my memory, and knowing I’m about to force Summer to endure it guts me.
Gently, I grip her skull and turn her face up to mine. Her bright green eyes shine up at me, a calmness about her I’ve never seen before. Almost as if all she needed all along was my cock pistoning in and out of her cunt to tame her.
My bloody thumb swipes gently across her swollen cheek, and she gives me a small, sated smile. “What’s the prognosis, doc?”
She’s naked, and though every animalistic instinct in me wants to fuck every hole in her goddess body, I can’t until she’s at least patched up.
Releasing her face, I make a motion with my fingers, trying to convey I have to stitch the wound.
Her brows furrow briefly, but then understanding ignites in her keen gaze, and she gulps.
“I’ve…I’ve never had stitches before.”
Frowning, I cock my head to the side and cup her cheek again. She blushes beneath my touch, so demure when fifteen minutes ago, she was begging me to make her come. My cock surges at the memory. Not now, Kage, focus, I admonish myself.
She chews her lip, worry slipping into the corners of her pretty eyes. I have enough medical supplies here to withstand the apocalypse thanks to my job; once Randy, the farm owner for the grow operation I work for, discovered I could fix more than just equipment, he bought me military-grade kits.
They’ve come in handy more times than not; I had to give Randy’s ten year old kid stitches on his brow after a biking accident.
Poor little guy was shaking like a wet dog, more afraid of the mysterious guy with scars who can’t speak than the impending pain.
Now, he’s my shadow every time I go to work.
Lifting my left thigh so I can fish my phone out of my back pocket, I open it to the notes section and type
I can numb you.
She cranes her neck, nosy and impatient, but when I flip my phone around, she’s aghast.
“With…not with a needle, right?”
Snorting, I roll my eyes and take my phone back to type,
What, fearless sunshine is afraid of a tiny needle prick?
She crosses her thin arms under her breasts and makes a pfft noise. “I’m far from fearless. You and I both know that.”
My fingers are quick to grip her chin, sternly forcing her eyes to mine.
If I could choose one thing I hate about Summer, it’s how she constantly puts herself down, how she compares every minute detail of her body and soul to people she’ll never even meet.
She withers beneath my dominant hold, and I quirk my brow at her before letting go to type.
You were fearless enough when you were taking my cock in your pretty pussy.
Smirking, I turn the phone to her patiently waiting gaze.
Her cheeks flame as her eyes flit across the text, and the onslaught of blood rushing to her head makes the wound pulse and leak, reminding both of us of the sobering task at hand.
Flirting with the girl I kidnapped has to wait.
She swallows and timidly whispers. “Please…no needles. Can’t you just…
knock me out? Use that rag and poison like you did when you kidnapped me, asshole? ”
I can, but I’m not sure if that’s the best idea, considering her back-to-back climaxes already made her black out due to her injuries. Boosted my ego all the same.
Those scared eyes swim with pleading tears, though, and I have no choice but to give in; she’s been through enough these past two days. It’ll be less distracting if she’s zonked out, anyways.
I just hope her body can withstand what my dark desires will force me to do when she’s asleep and vulnerable.
The tips of my fingers ache as I push the needle through Summer’s many layers of skin for the final time, the medical thread tugging the split flaps of flesh tight.
A small, satisfied smile lifts my lips, and my heart clenches; I’ve done something good.
I may be at the root of all the evil, depraved things Summer has been forced to endure, but for some reason I can only focus on the fact that I have the necessary knowledge to make her better.
And I did it without shaving a patch of hair from her skull.
I’d tried, and she’d attempted to slap me twice before punching me in the jaw when I turned to grab the scissors and razor.
Now, she lies passed out on my bed, completely naked and caked in flaking bits of blood, pale skin grimy with dust and dirt.
The scent of Clyde still lingers on her, and the happiness welling in my chest flees at the ominous presence of my anger. The rare smile slips from my face and falls to the floor, scuttling away to hide in the shadows beneath my bed.
Shards of waning silver moonlight caress her skin, her breathing steady and even as she lies prone, her cheek on my pillow. I’ve envisioned this countless times, used to jack off while watching her sleep the days leading up to me kidnapping her.
It was cute, how she’d pop a bowl of popcorn, dump an entire tub of salt on it, then don some creepy flaccid face mask and watch true crime shows with rapt attention.
Thinking of her in the past before all this mess happened helps to stem some of my fury, and so I focus harder on her as I stand creepily beside the bed.
I gave her a tranquilizer, so I know she won’t wake and start yelling at me, but I still feel a little awkward. Different, now that I know what it feels like to have my cock wrapped in her wet, tight cunt. I never expected to lose my virginity in this way, but…I can’t complain, either.
I am a dark, twisted, fucked up person.
And I’m starting to see just how well Summer’s version of that darkness compliments mine.
Eyes tracing the swell of her ass cheeks, I move forward without a thought in my head other than to lay claim to my woman again, and again, and again.
As though forcing her to take my cock every moment of every day will ward off the world and the phantoms of my past, the way I feel toward her is a protective amulet she can wear for eternity.
Her skin is smooth and cool beneath my palm, and I watch in fascination as my fingers curl inward and grip her bruised cheek.
Whimpering softly in her sleep, my eyes flit to the side of her face that I can see, and my hand relents slightly.
She makes no other noises. In the silence, my cock throbs and my heartbeats pound in my ears.
I want to fuck her as many times as I’m able while she’s asleep, and when she wakes, I’ll shove my cock in her abused pussy until she cries and begs for me to stop.
And I won’t.
My zipper descends as dawn crests the mountains, and my hand pries apart her ass cheek, giving me the most erotic view of her puckered, forbidden hole, and the slit of her glistening cunt.
My cum from earlier still lingers, and I smirk at the blissful sight; she always needs to be filled with me, a constant reminder of who she belongs to.
I can be the cage in which she is free, the wrought iron bars I provide a safety net for her to explore her sickest fantasies while keeping the rest of the world at bay.
Stroking my cock until it’s fully hard, I release it to instead grip her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, her torso flat on the mattress, her toes dangling just above the ground.
Placing my hand on the small of her back, I press down and grip my dick, cocking my head to the side to watch in rapture as I slip my purplish tip up and down her slit a few times before slowly easing in.
The second her tight pussy accepts my head, my face tilts to the ceiling and I bite my bottom lip to keep from coming.
All the while, Summer breathes softly, deeply, completely unaware that I am wrenching my own pleasure from between her pretty thighs.
It’s sick, and wrong, but fuck if it doesn’t somehow feel right with her. She is mine, and she finally knows it.
Now she will learn just what that means.
Sinking deeper into her, I’m met with some resistance, her pussy not as wet since she’s out cold, but as I slowly work into her, I’m rewarded with a soft moan and a small gush of fluid, her arousal easing my way.
My entire body is alight with rampant fire, and I begin to really fuck her, gripping her hips to keep her close, eating up the way her bruised ass jiggles with every slam of my big cock into her tight little cunt.
The veiny shaft glimmers with her slutty juices every time I pull out, and my breathing goes ragged as I thrust into my little abused rag doll.
She whimpers again when my tip presses against the ends of her insides, an annoying wall I want to burst through until we are one.
Instead, I settle for pushing myself deep into her and pulling her hips back towards me as hard as I can.
Sweat pools between my shoulder blades, and my arms tremble with the force I’m exerting to spear her on my cock.
And then, I don’t move. I relish the soaked warmth enveloping me, nearly come because I can feel her heartbeats pulsing through my cock.
She whines a little, but that only makes a sick grin appear on my lips.
Releasing one side of her hips, I pull out just enough to see a small portion of my cock, her pussy clinging to the girth as I do so.
Pressing the backside of two of my fingers to my shaft, I ease my cock and extra appendages back into her, shuddering at how much tighter she is.
With my other hand, I reach beneath her and find her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in circles as I find a new pace and fuck her with my cock and fingers.
The way she tightens on my digits, the insides of her pussy fluttering around me, tells me she’s close.
I can’t help it, now; I slam into her so hard it forces the legs of the bed to groan and scrape across the floor.
Our skin slaps and echoes down the empty hall and to the dead man rotting in my basement.
Her cunt becomes so tight she almost forces my fingers out, but then her entire body jerks, and she comes around me in a gush of fluids that soaks my bed and cock, and I follow quickly after, wrenching out my fingers to grip her hips and slam so deeply into her that my cum has no chance of escaping.
Choked off groans rumble from my chest as I ride the waves of euphoria, my balls tight as they empty every last drop into her.
Panting, I remain buried to the hilt in her, bending over her pliant, passed out body to press my forehead to her shoulder.
My shaky breaths create dew upon her smooth skin, and I wrap her in my arms from behind, pressing a kiss to her spine.
Resting my cheek between her shoulder blades, I press my ear to her back and listen to the steady thumping of her heart, grinning like a fool to the darkness.
My cock is already hard again.