24. The Storm
24
The Storm
Matt
When Jessica reaches for my hand, I grab onto hers tightly, like the lifeline that it is.
We walk like that down the hallway with her just ahead of me, leading the way. The closer we get to our destination, the subtle shift of her being ahead of me to beside me to behind me takes place.
By the time we reach the door, she has let go of my hand and is walking several feet behind with her head bowed and her eyes on the floor. My heart pounds in my chest, rage building inside me at the idea that she’s to remain unseen and unheard.
Kaian is waiting for me, and his presence helps me find the cold place inside me I’ll have to live in to get through this next event.
I move to enter the room, and his hand on my shoulder stops me. My eyes meet his as he says, “Stay the course.”
I nod, my hand coming up and slapping him on the shoulder before returning my focus ahead of me.
I step into the room. The din of voices immediately falls flat, and I’m enshrouded by the echo of silence.
Jessica’s father walks toward me, and I use that opportunity to glance back, relief flooding me as I see Jessica still playing the part of a docile submissive.
If I was further along in my extermination mission, I would take this opportunity to light up every last motherfucker in this room. But knowing the timing isn’t right has me biting my tongue and, instead, smiling smugly at Seamus and taking his hand when he extends his.
He grips my hand firmly, leaning in and whispering, “Everything is set.”
I return his handshake, leaning in and asking, “No way out of it?”
He shakes his head, turning us so my back is to the men in the room, and his face is hidden from their view. “No. Matteo’s father is looking for proof that they have been wronged. He will use the virginity claim to seek retribution if it’s not proven with blood.”
I press my lips together, my jaw clenching in agitation at the implication that harm may come to Jessica. “It’s taken care of.”
He glances back at Jessica, who’s still looking at the ground, and then turns back to me and asks, “Can she do this?”
I glance at her fleetingly and then turn to him and reply, “She’s good. She’ll do what she has to do.”
“We have no backup plan here, Mathias,” he replies seriously. “If you fuck this up, we’re all fucked.”
“I won’t fuck it up. It’s just a steppingstone to the end game.”
He says nothing further, simply turning and walking back to the men standing there looking furious. “We can proceed.”
Old man Matteo speaks up, “Yes, let’s get on with it.”
Jessica makes an almost inaudible gasp, and I have to force myself not to turn to her. I chance a look and see her standing awkwardly with her hands grasped in front of her tightly. Once again, I force down my urge to go to her and, instead, walk toward the group of men. They make a path for me, and I swagger up onto a staging area where a rudimentary bed is set up.
Normally, they would do this in the bigger hall, but given they wouldn’t have time to clean up the blood bath in there, they’ve opted for this one. I’m surprised they didn’t do it there surrounded by the dead bodies, but at least this is one reprieve for Jessica.
I strip my shirt over my head, turning back to Jessica and motioning for her to step up beside me. She does so silently, her eyes remaining downcast, and when she stops next to me at the foot of the bed, I ease fractionally closer so if nothing else, she may feel the heat of my body, and I say quietly yet authoritatively, “Strip.”
She freezes, and for a moment, I think I’ll have to repeat myself, but then shaking hands come up, and she strips the dress from her body in one movement, letting it drop to the floor at her feet. She stands there like a statue, the tremble in her body increasing as I’m sure she can feel all the eyes on her naked back and ass, and once again, fury builds up inside me.
A throat clears, and I look over and see Seamus staring at me pointedly with a little shake of his head. I nod in response, and then he turns and says, “I will leave my man here in my stead. I will be right outside in case anyone gets any bright ideas.”
Old Matteo grunts and replies, “There will only be ideas if she turns out to be a fucking lying whore.”
Seamus’ eyes narrow, but he says nothing in response as he turns and swiftly exits the room.
Kaian steps up, his eyes locked with mine as he says, “Get on with it, Matt.”
I nod again, take a deep breath, and center myself down into that darkness.
I turn back to Jessica and say, “Get on the bed.”
She does as she’s told without hesitation or comment, and when she pauses on her hands and knees, my lips twitch as I add, “On your back, legs spread.”
She glances back at me briefly, and her lips also twitch, and for a moment I fear the maniacal laughter may be boiling up inside her again. She manages to control herself, and I move onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. I reach into my pocket, pulling out a small tube of lube, half-expecting someone to tell me I can’t use it, and breathing a sigh of relief when they don’t.
I open the cap, smearing some on my fingers while at the same time removing the tiny plastic ball I had hidden in there. I drop the bottle neatly, taking my lube-smeared fingers and shoving them between her legs. She gasps but manages not to cry out as I scissor my fingers inside her cunt, making sure the little plastic ball bursts, counting on the lube and the fluids to dissolve the evidence. I shove my fingers into her hard and fast, taking some reassurance from the fact I’m not actually hurting her while applauding the show she’s putting on of being uncomfortable.
If nothing else, knowing a bunch of dirty old men are gawking at you is enough to make you uncomfortable, but I temper my movements enough not to draw her any real pleasure.
A soft curse draws my attention to her face, and I see her glaring at me, and my urge to laugh grows. Finally, she whispers, “Quit fucking around.”
I withdraw my fingers from inside her, then yank the front of my pants down, moving closer and positioning myself between her legs. Rubbing the head of my dick in the mixture of blood, lube, and semen from our earlier encounter, I push inside, and she tenses. Her legs squeeze me, and I slap the inside of her thighs until she spreads them for me.
I slide in about halfway and then allow my upper body to fall over hers, so I’m bracing myself on my elbows, with my forearms up under her shoulders, my hands bracketing her head.
I press my cheek against hers and whisper, “Are you okay?”
She makes a choking noise in her throat and manages a slight nod, and I feel her jaw clenching against my cheek. I slowly push the length of my cock inside her until my pelvis is pushing into her clit. She gasps again, a low moan in her throat, and her hips buck up. I pull back slightly as I say, “Oh, you fucking like that? You like having my dick inside you?”
Her response is a quiet sob, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
I adjust my arm so I grip her head more firmly, one hand delving into her hair and pulling her head to the side so I can lick and nibble her ear as I say, “Do you like knowing those dirty fuckers are watching?”
She shakes her head, and I pull back, shoving back inside with more force, and another sob falls from her lips. I do it again and again, enjoying her sounds and the slap of our body together. She clutches at me, her nails digging into my skin, and then she shifts so her heels are digging into my lower back as she tries to pull me deeper.
“None of that now,” I tsk, adjusting myself over her so I’m no longer stimulating her clit with each inward thrust. “This is all just for show. There will be no coming for you. No one else gets to see your pleasure.”
I raise myself up on my arms so I can see her face, her eyes scrunched closed as she frowns.
I move myself up even more and then sit back on my haunches so just the tip of my dick is still inside her. Blood and my own cum glistens along my length. I scan back up her body, now racked with tiny shivers, until once again, I’m staring at her face, but now she’s looking at me through the slits of her eyes.
I see determination there, but her bottom lip quivers, and a shadow of sadness crosses her features. I can handle her anger and even her disgust, but sadness. No.
“Fuck this,” I spit out.
I slide back to the end of the bed, standing as I turn, wiping my hand along my dick as I step down from the altar. I yank my pants up with my free hand as I walk toward Matteo’s father with my blood-smeared hand outstretched. “Is this fucking proof enough for you?”
He glares at me and snarls, “You didn’t finish it.”
“I don’t have to finish shit.”
The older man looks around as if he’s waiting for someone to also demand that I get up there and keep going. Everyone remains quiet, and finally, Kaian speaks up, “There are no rules on how far it goes. All he has to do is show proof, and you can see that on his hand.”
I hold it up even higher so it’s right under the old man’s nose as I ask, “Would you like me to make you a fucking painting with it?”
The man says nothing. He just continues to glare at me, his jaw clenching and unclenching in time with his fists.
Kaian hands me a towel, and I wipe my hand on it, and then take it and put it in my pocket before turning and scooping up Jessica’s dress.
I walk back to the bed, moving to the side and kneeling beside her. “Sit up,” I mutter.
She raises her head, and I slide the dress over, helping her put her arms through the holes and then sliding it down her body as she sits upright. I help her to the side of the bed, and she puts her feet on the floor. I kneel so I can watch her face and ask, “Can you stand?”
She nods, but she’s shivering, so I rise to my feet, gripping her hands and helping her stand on shaky legs.
She takes one wobbly step before I stop her, stooping down and lifting her into my arms, careful to scoop the dress beneath her ass. She doesn’t struggle or attempt to get away. She just leans into me, much like she did long ago when we first met.
I heft her up higher up my chest, and her head settles on my shoulder. I feel puffs of her breath against my neck as I walk off the altar and head to the door.
One of the old men shouts, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
I stop, turning and glaring as I reply, “Any business you all have with me will be addressed tomorrow. If anyone wants to challenge me, that’s your time.”
Without another word, I turn and walk out the door.