Epilogue | Atticus
“Are you sure about this?”
I smiled at Molly’s uncertain face on my phone. Her eyes were darting around nervously, and I knew she wanted me to give her an out.
That wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m always sure. Now, stop being such a brat and go to the back of the library,” I commanded.
She bit her bottom lip as she walked. The background of the video shifted as she followed my instructions. I saw bookshelves and other students go by, and there were a few eyes on her. Of course, there were. My sweet sister drew far too much attention everywhere she went. It kept me busy, keeping men away from her.
I recognized where she was in the library. I’d been there before, watching her study. Even though she knew I was crazy about her now, I still kept the depth of my obsession with her hidden. She didn’t know that I followed her around, watching. There was something so damn exciting about observing my girl without her knowledge, and I didn’t think that I’d ever give it up.
It was a good thing that much of my job could be done remotely. Give me a laptop and I could work on my software designs anywhere with a Wi-Fi signal. That came in handy, since my single-minded obsession with Molly had ramped up so much that I watched her all day, every day.
“Where are you, anyway?” she asked, and I knew all she could see behind me was darkness. The only reason she could make out my face was because of how my phone screen lit it up.
“Home,” I said shortly. It was a lie, but she didn’t need to know that I was out in the woods, standing in a spot where there was flat ground and I wouldn’t have to worry about any tree roots getting in my way.
I didn’t need her to ask questions that she definitely didn’t want the answer to. I protected my girl from the darker side of my obsession as well. Better to keep her innocent.
“It doesn’t look like your apartment.” She’d never been to my place, but she’d seen it in the background of our video calls before.
After we returned to our lives a month ago, Molly kept making videos, but now she just sent them to me. I jerked myself over them until my hand cramped, but it didn’t feel like enough. Apparently, she felt the same. She’d been the one to suggest these little video chats, and I had to admit that they got more enjoyable every time. So, when she called me twenty minutes ago, I couldn’t bring myself to ignore it, even though I was right in the middle of some messy business.
“Don’t change the subject,” I snapped. “Find a place to be alone.”
Molly walked to the reference section, which I knew to be in the corner farthest away from the study rooms. It was the section where she was the most likely to get privacy, and I was proud of her for making that choice.
“I still think that this is unnecessarily risky,” she said as she stopped walking and took a seat on the ground.
I glared at her. “I didn’t ask for your opinion. Sluts do as they’re told.”
She swallowed hard at my admonishment, but her eyes sparked with desire. She loved it when I bossed her around, even if she pushed back against me sometimes. She liked getting punished for acting out, too.
“So, what should I do now?” she asked breathlessly.
“Set the phone up on the ground where I can see you use using your gift.”
I’d sent her a package today, and I was dying to see her make good use of it. The twelve inch dildo was extra thick and was going to look amazing buried in her tight little cunt.
She placed the phone on the bookshelf across from where she sat, and I licked my lips at the sight of her in a black miniskirt and pink tank top. My cock was already aching for her and she hadn’t even started yet. Molly had earbuds in, so she had no trouble hearing my next orders, even with the phone out of reach.
“Get out the dildo,” I said, and she opened the backpack at her side. She pulled out the dildo, and my breath caught as I saw it in her small hands. I went with the “monster size” when I ordered it, so I knew how big the thing was, but it looked especially obscene in her hands. The thing was as long as her forearm and a bright pink color, which I knew was her favorite.
“Oh my God, Atticus,” she whimpered as she stared at the thing. “I don’t know about this. I can’t imagine it’ll fit.”
But her legs were already squirming with excitement. I was pushing her way out of her comfort zone here, first by sending her such a huge toy, and then by making her leave her dorm room as she tried it for the first time. She begged me to let her use it in her room since her roommate was out for the night with her boyfriend. Molly wanted privacy, but I was determined to have her in a public place. The idea of her getting caught with a massive dildo buried in her pussy sent a bolt of lightning down my spine.
“You’ll love it,” I said, rubbing my erection through my jeans. I wished I was watching her in person, but I was three hundred miles away from her campus. I’d have to see it another time. “I bet you’re soaking through your panties already, aren’t you?”
She shot me a flirty grin. “What panties?”
I groaned. Fuck. If I didn’t have serious business to take care of, I’d get in my truck and floor it to her school. The idea of her going commando made me feral.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded. “I want to see how that pussy glistens.”
Molly’s eyes darted around again, making sure that no one was watching before she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs, showing me I was right. Her pussy was wet and ready.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s what I want to see. Put that dildo inside, nice and slow. I want to enjoy watching it stretch out your pretty cunt one inch at a time.”
Molly spread her legs wider, her breathing heavy as she angled her hips and she pressed the dildo against her entrance. It was so damn big that it seemed like a miracle as it slipped inside of her tight little hole. I couldn’t resist shoving my hand into my pants and squeezing my cock as I imagined her warm pussy around my cock, remembering how good it felt to be inside of her.
She was trying to be quiet, but she was always whimpering by the time she had the dildo halfway inside of her. Her face twisted in pleasure and pain, but she kept going, pushing the dildo in slowly.
“That’s right,” I said in a husky voice. “Such a good little whore, taking that big cock inside of you. Tell me how you feel.”
“So full,” she said. There were still a couple of inches to go, and I could feel my balls tightening as stroking myself faster. “It’s so much Atticus. I don’t know if I can…”
“You can. You will. Because getting filled up with a big cock is what you’re good for. You were made for it. Now, stop whining and fuck yourself. No stopping until you come.”
She was glorious as she pushed it in. Pausing, she closed her eyes and shuddered. I could see her pussy convulsing around the dildo, and I was so damn close to coming already. I pulled in a deep breath and pushed back to urge. This couldn’t be over that quickly.
“Molly,” I snapped, and she looked at me with hazy eyes. I didn’t have to tell her what I wanted. She pulled the dildo out, the lights in the library shining on the wetness that coated it. When only the tip remained inside of her, she pushed it back inside with a low moan.
I pumped my hand up and down my cock faster and faster, the cool nighttime air on my sensitive flesh helping me to draw out my pleasure a little longer. If I couldn’t be with her right now, I was sure as hell going to come at the same time. I needed to feel connected to her more than I needed to breathe, and this would give me that.
“Look how good you take it,” I said as she fucked herself faster, wetness dripping from her pussy to make it easier for the massive dildo to glide in and out of her. “You’re doing so good.”
I rarely doled out praise, preferring to tell her what a little cock-craving whore she was, but I’d been training her to want to please me, and I knew that hearing pride for her in my voice would send her over the edge. With the need for her crackling along my spine, I knew I didn’t have much longer before I came all over myself.
“Atticus,” she whispered my name, not wanting to draw attention, but the desperation in the word sent me catapulting into space. My cock twitched in my hand, and I released onto my stomach while Molly quivered and gasped. Her face was flushed and her eyes shut tight.
She was an erotic vision, and I knew that I’d break into her room when I got back to the city later tonight. It wouldn’t be the first time in the last month that she’d woken up with my hand covering her mouth and my cock pressing between her legs. I’d kept her up all night more than once.
Thank fuck her roommate got a boyfriend she spent most nights with.
I whipped off my shirt and swiped my stomach clean before tucking it into my duffel bag. Molly pulled out the dildo and if I hadn’t just come so damn hard, seeing her gaping sex would have turned my cock to steel. I watched as she covered herself up and shoved the dildo into her backpack as if she was suddenly feeling modest or self-conscious. Pretty damn funny after what she just did.
Pulling her backpack on, she picked up the phone and walked out of the library. As she passed the desk where the librarian was sitting, she sighed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Molly.” Just the sharp way I said her name had her wincing, knowing that I was displeased.
“It’s just that I met a guy here last week. We were checking out books at the desk.”
I knew this already. It was part of the reason that I demanded she go to the library to use the dildo. It wasn’t just about being in public. I specifically wanted her there so that I could ensure that I was the man who she thought about every time she walked through those doors, not some dickhead football player.
“And?” I asked, wanting her to tell me what was bothering her, even though I already knew.
“Well, he asked me out. We were supposed to meet at a bar yesterday, but he ghosted me. I waited alone for him to show up, for an hour.”
No, she didn’t. I was there, watching her. She looked so damn pretty in her bright yellow dress. Too good for him. Too good for anyone but me.
“I can’t believe that. What a dick,” I said, acting appropriately surprised and pissed off on her behalf.
My eyes left the phone screen for a moment, looking down at the body lying at my feet. The guy my Molls waited over an hour for. He was tied up and his mouth was covered with duct tape, but that was from when I abducted him yesterday afternoon. The stab wound in his chest made it unnecessary to keep him bound, but I found it made moving a body around easier.
“Yeah,” she said, and I snapped my eyes back to the phone screen. “I thought he really liked me.”
“You’re special, Molls,” I said as she stepped out of the library. “It will be a long time before you find the man of your dreams, but until then, you have me.”
Her smile was sweet and grateful, and I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for taking out my competition.
“Thanks. That makes me feel better.”
“Now, get back to your dorm safely.” I blew her a kiss, and she returned the gesture before ending the call.
I closed out of the app and pulled up another one. It wasn’t enough to just have cameras in her dorm room anymore. I’d put a tracking app on her phone. I needed to know where she was at all times.
The map pulled up on my phone, and I watched the little red dot move as she walked across campus, not stopping at all until she reached her dorm room safely. Just to be sure, I checked the camera, watching her walk inside with a wistful smile on her face, one that I put there. Finally, knowing that she was where she was supposed to be, I tucked the phone into my pocket and picked up my shovel. This was the shittiest part of keeping Molly to myself.
Digging the holes to bury bodies was hard work, but hiding the bodies of the men who wanted her was worth it. Already, the security restrictions around campus were being lifted. She could walk around alone, and I could easily watch her without worrying about campus security noticing me. It was also the reason I could sneak into her dorm room. When my arms burned from the exertion of digging, I just thought of what I was going to do to her later tonight to motivate me.
Once the hole was deep enough, I kicked the body inside. This guy thought he could be with my girl, but he’d learned the hard way that he was wrong.
No man was going to take her away from me. Molly was mine, and she always would be.