~Chapter 26~
I ’ve been trying to work out these nerves in the gym ever since Danny kissed me before heading to “pick up Bea”. Goofy bastard really is trying. And, I think it made me fall harder for him.
A cramp in my leg startles me and I jump off the running mat of the treadmill. Yanking the pin from the treadmill, I vaguely process the treadmill shutting down, but I’m more focused on the pain shooting through my calf. Fucking bitch-ass bastard. That hurts!
Breathing through the pain, or trying to, I bite the inside of my cheek and squeeze my eyes shut.
Finally, after at least two minutes, the pain subsides and I hobble off the treadmill. I’m not sure how long I was running for, but the jelly-like feeling in my legs tells me I may have pushed too hard.
Once I make it to the fridge we keep down here, I swipe a water, and chug the whole thing in one go. Tossing it in the trash, I turn and grab another before flattening myself on the mats.
I spend a couple of minutes letting my body cool off. I really should have done a full cool-down but, my God, my legs may never work again.
Eventually, I roll myself up to sitting and go through a series of leg stretches. The pain ebbs and flows through both legs but I focus on the stretch; knowing it’s safer than skipping it.
Once I’m done, I roll on shaky knees and push myself to stand; still slightly out of breath as I finish my second water. Looking at the clock, I see that it’s been a whole hour. Oops. No wonder why my legs feel like they’re going to buckle beneath my weight.
I head down the hall, passing by Bea’s room. Her sweet fragrance wafts from the door, now, and I wonder if we’ll ever be the same when she leaves us. I mean, this is temporary, right?
Shaking my thoughts free, I groan and grumble up the flight of stairs. Once I hit our bedroom, I strip out of my disgusting clothes and pop in the shower. A few buttons later, and a waterfall of bliss falls down from the heavens. Damn, I love this shower. I’d love it more if Danny and Bea were here with me.
My cock swells, but I refuse to touch myself. Nope. The next time I cum, it’s going to be with Danny or Bea. I need them like I need my next breath. Besides, a little orgasm denial is good for the soul.
I chuckle to myself and roll my eyes. Unfortunately, I can’t get the thought of how Bea’s reacting to Danny’s “date”. It was a bold move to bring her down there and offer to let her help. Charlie nixed the idea, at first, until Danny explained that she’s been so open, and vulnerable, with us and we need to do the same. He wanted all the cards on the table.
I think it’s more for him than her, though. He’s so obsessed already, and the longer she stays here, the harder it will be when she leaves. It’s going to destroy him.
Eventually, Charlie agreed that there was no need to hide anything; especially since we’re now all working together.
But, that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous. What if she has a panic attack, what if she hurts herself? What if she can’t stand the type of monsters we are?
Yes, we only take the missions that involve fucked up assholes the world is better off without. But, we’re still torturers, murders, monsters.
With a heavy sigh, I quickly run through my shower routine. I need to get down there and see how things are going.
Not knowing is making me crazy.
Ten minutes later, I’m silently slipping into the dungeon. A guttural garble is all that can be heard; momentarily causing me to panic thinking that Bea’s hurt or in trouble.
But, what I don’t expect, is to see her sitting on a stool next to the surgical table, her free leg crossed over her casted leg at the ankle, and her left foot swinging back and forth like she’s doing her nails.
I mean, she’s doing nails alright, just not the way most women enjoy.
Daisy by Ashnikko plays on the speaker and I see Bea singing out alone, bouncing her head to the beat while she works. Those words from her mouth are insane and hot! She doesn’t curse for some reason but, she hits every single word with feeling and confidence ... and I can’t stop staring.
The pale pink shade of her dress is perfect on her creamy, white skin and her breasts look downright delectable underneath the fabric. The craziest thing is, she doesn’t even seem to mind that parts of the white and pale pink striping on the skirt are streaked with blood. Blood I assume isn’t hers based on her relaxed demeanor.
I scan the room for Danny and see him gazing at her like she hung the Goddamn moon. His eyes are just a shade darker, hinting that his beast is close, but not in control. Instead, he’s leaning against the closest cell; arms crossed over his chest and legs crossed at the ankles. Damn.
“All done!” Beatrice sing-songs excitedly, bringing my attention back to her. “Whatcha think, Babe?” She questions, holding up the man’s right hand so Danny can see her work. And, by “work”, I mean the perfectly executed slicing off of each and every nail.
She twirls the scalpel she used in her other hand as she waits eagerly for Danny’s feedback.
His smile grows wide and he takes a couple of steps forward to assess. “Damn, Flower. How did you make it look so clean? And, how the hell is he still awake?”
She giggles, fucking giggles, and her smile radiates pure joy as she explains. “I take the scalpel and carve a thin layer around the nail first. Then, I work my way from the inside out, as smoothly as possible. It hurts like the dickens but it’s more like 100 papercuts instead of 100 knives so, most people feel all the pain but never hit their threshold.”
Danny picks up one of the discarded nails, twisting and turning it as he inspects it. “That’s a clean-ass cut. Surgical, precise…”
He trails off as he places the discarded thumbnail against his own. “Damn, Flower, I could wear this man’s nails like women do with nail glue!” He bats his eyes like he’s a flirting woman and Beatrice busts out laughing.
Danny stops, his whole body tensing and I ready myself to intervene. Danny misses social cues sometimes and he occasionally mixes up people laughing at him versus with him. I don’t think he’ll hurt Bea but, judging by the darkness in his eyes, his beast is finally set free.
Bea stops laughing and widens her eyes with a teasing smile.
Within 10 seconds three things happen. One: Danny blindly swipes a knife off the tool tray and plunges it into the man’s heart killing him almost instantly. Two: He marches over to Bea, nostrils flaring and breaks the binding off the man; forcing him off the table and onto the floor with a quick shove and a loud thud . Three: Danny lifts Bea up and sets her on the table before plunging his tongue into her mouth.
The moan she releases ricochets around the dungeon and my cock hardens instantly. Bea runs her hand through his curls and tugs, just at the base, causing him to growl out. Danny punishes her by taking the fabric of her dress and ripping it down the middle; exposing her nude bra and heaving chest.
Before she takes her next breath, Danny flips the cups down and begins ravishing one of her dark pink rose-colored nipples. He uses his other hand to tweak her other nipple and she thrusts into him.
I palm my cock through my pants, willing it to wait, to calm the fuck down, but I can’t help it.
Not with him.
And not with her.
She groans low in her chest. He immediately rises up and surges forward to capture her mouth, as he rips the dress the rest of the way; pushing down the fabric so she’s completely naked on top of his steel table.
“D-Danny. Please…” She begs as he plunges one of his long fingers into her tight core.
I feel my cock leaking into my boxers but don’t move to alleviate the swelling.
“Please what, My Flower?” He inquires as he lazily pumps his finger in and out before adding another.
She hisses through her teeth and her body ignites; a gorgeous, deep blush covering her from ears to belly.
She is a fucking sight!
Someone groans out, causing Bea to whip her head toward me. Oops. I guess that was me.
Danny continues to pump his fingers into her, swirling his thumb over her clit, as he reaches up with his other hand. His fingers grasp her jaw and force her to look at him. “Are you thinking about E fucking you in the woods? Or are you thinking about how my dydoe and pubic cross are going to hit every nerve you didn’t know you had?”
She moans long and low, grasping onto his shirt as her knuckles turn white. “Even’s going to stand right there. Can he watch, Flower? Can he watch while I pull your first orgasm from you?”
Her whimper is too much for me to bear, so I unzip my pants and free my throbbing cock. I swear it feels like my heart is now living inside of it with the way it pumps to each beat.
I must miss something he does, or says, as she suddenly throws her head back and shouts out her release.
“Good girl.” He praises while kissing every inch of her face.
When the waves of her orgasm end, she’s leaning her forehead against his, panting for breath. When Danny removes his fingers, she twitches and releases a low groan before staring in disbelief as he licks off her cream. “Fuck, Flower. You make the sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted.” I have to hold my tongue from laughing. Where does he come up with this shit? I’ve never heard him talk to a woman like this.
But, judging by the look on Bea’s face, she likes his cheesy, dirty words.