Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Catarina
Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees.
The tiles in the laundry room are cold, but the way he is looking down at me sends electricity through me.
My fingers fumble as I loop my fingers around his belt, feeling the metal buckle in my grip.
All I want to see is him. All I want to feel is him.
He’s the only thing keeping me alive in this suffocating hell hole.
His hand goes to grab me, stopping my movements.
“Are you sure you want to? In here?” He looks around the too-clean space.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask, looking up at him.
I need something to make me forget, and he knows exactly how to do that.
How to own me and free me from my mind. He groans out in surrender as my fingers begin to work quicker, pulling his belt free and undoing the button on his jeans.
He’s still when I take my time pulling his zipper down.
I feel the bulge of his dick through the fabric of his boxers, and my mouth starts to water as I hook my fingers in his waistband and jerk them down.
His dick springs free, and my pussy suddenly has a heartbeat.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thick he is.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt him stretch me from the inside out.
The “oh my god” leaving my lips is airy as I trail my fingers along the underside of his shaft.
He’s heavy in my palm when I curl my fingers around him, and when I look up and hold his stare, I can see his jaw flexing when I start stroking him.
“Is this how you imagine me, on my knees, drooling over your dick? Does it make you hard when you’re all alone, when my pussy isn’t there to help, is this how you see me when you make yourself come?
” When I see a hint of precum leaking out I press my lips against his tip, licking it up with my tongue.
The taste of him sends my pussy into a spiral.
I trace my hand down my front, slowly making my way to my zipper when his hand connects with my cheek. The sting of the slap sounds through the small room, and I look up to see him wagging his finger, warning me. “Don’t you even think about it. I’m the only one who allows you to come.”
“Is that a rule, or just wishful thinking?”
The cold of the floor isn’t anything compared to the chill in his tone. “If I ever find out you’ve come without me, I’ll lock it up.”
“Lock what up?” I smirk.
“My pussy,” he says matter-of-factly. “Now, why don’t you get to using those pretty little lips of yours now?” Fuck. I love when he talks to me like this. I never need to be told twice. I take his entire length in my mouth, causing him to curse something under his breath as his hips jerk forward.
I start to gag and tears fill my eyes, spilling over when I shut them. The rush from his movements makes me moan, the sound vibrating around his length. His hands fist my hair as he pulls back just enough before he is pushing into my mouth again, forcing me back.
Almost as if he’s growling I hear him say, “Move back. I want to put the back of your head against the washer.” I let him guide me, scooting back a foot.
My back and head hit flat against the metal.
He pushes so deep inside of me that my throat constricts, taking him in.
It’s full and I’m having to really focus to keep breathing through my nose.
“I love it when you cry for me.” I see his chest expand as he takes in a breath, holding it.
“You take my dick so good. You love choking on me, don’t you?
” I feel like he’s holding back, and that is not what I need from him right now.
I need him to lose control. I pull back and he slips from my mouth with a wet pop.
I plead with him, “Make me forget.”
Not even a second passes before he jerks me to my feet, his hands digging into my hips with a rough grip.
“Arms up,” He demands as he rips off my shirt, hoisting me up before locking his lips on mine.
His tongue explores my mouth and I tighten my legs around him.
Our bodies start to slip against each other from our wetness.
Sweat, precum, spit. He sets me down and spins me around before rough hands push me forward, pressing my chest against the cold metal of the washer which causes me to shiver.
He leans over my back. “You want to forget? I’m going to make you forget everything.
Including your name.” Kisses trace over my shoulder before I feel him bite down on my flesh.
His tongue slides back up over my skin, working his way back to my ear.
“I’ve been thinking about this moment. Tearing you apart, piece by piece.
” My clit aches, and all I can think about is him stretching me beyond my body’s limits, taking me.
His fingers slide over me, tracing down the curve of my back.
“Tear me apart then,” I say, arching into him.
I can’t place the noise I hear exit his lips, but I feel the pulse in my pussy pick up as any other thought I had is drowned out.
His hand slips between my legs, his fingers frantic as he works the button of my pants.
He leans on my back, peppering my shoulders and neck with kisses.
My skin is wet, slippery with his sweat and saliva.
He jerks my pants down my legs allowing me to immediately step out of them so he can kick them to the side and press his fingers against the thin fabric of my panties.
His determined fingers know exactly how to touch me, how to make me fall apart in his hands.
They circle my clit and tightness builds low in my stomach, teasing me with the pleasure I feel. “You’re so fucking wet. Tell me, do you want me to fuck this pussy?” His fingers move faster.
“Y-yes,” my voice chokes out, broken and needy.
Our skin sticks together, and he adjusts his position behind me. I bite down on my lip to hush my moan when I hear him unzipping his pants, the taste of metal coating my tongue. Slowly, he pushes my panties to the side, taunting me.
“Tsk Tsk. That just won’t do. I want to hear you moan.
If you want to come, you’ll let me hear how good I’m making you feel.
” I feel him push into me. His hand grabs my hair, jerking my head back and barely lifting my front off the cold surface.
“Open,” he murmurs, and my lips part. He spits directly into my mouth; it’s hot and lands right on my tongue. I swallow and he grins. “Good Kitty.”
He pushes my head forward before he leans back, pulling out, and I whimper from the sudden emptiness I feel. His grip tightens as he slides his hand under my stomach, picking me up. My feet barely dangle above the ground, forcing me to use him and the washer as my foundation.
His dick shoves back inside of me, pushing in further, and I feel him hit something hard inside of me, causing a pain that I’ve never felt before. One that feels. So. Fucking. Good.
I clamp around him as he continues pumping in and out of me. Slow, then fast. Then slow again. Inch by inch, burying himself deep inside of me. I feel his dick twitch as my pussy sucks him in. “Someone’s eager.” The way I open for him has him picking up the pace.
“O-oh my god.”
His hand slaps over my cheeks, squeezing them together. “That’s it, cry to me. Call out to me.”
His fingers hook inside my cheeks, pulling them tight. With his grip, he’s going to split my lip. My nails scrape against the metal in unison with his deep thrusts. In and out. I fucking love it.
Every push and pull has me moaning in pleasure, the constant thrusting reminding me, he owns me. I feel a gush of liquid and hear him groan. “That’s right, make a mess for me. Fuck, you’re dripping all over me.”
He owns my body, my mind, my soul, and I wouldn’t want anything else. I struggle, the pressure of our bodies on the washer laying heavy on my lungs and my ability to speak. “Zed, p-please,” I beg.
He frees my cheeks before jerking my head back once more as he tangles a fistful of my hair in his grip. He places his free hand under my chin, pulling me further back to claim my lips with a messy kiss. When he breaks away, he’s panting and I can feel his hot breath against my skin.
“Come for me.”
His commanding tone is exactly what I need, and in the next second I’m doing just that. My pussy convulses around him, the heat building in my stomach finally explodes. My muscles tighten and pleasure washes over me, wave after wave, gripping his dick with each crash.
I feel the heat of his breath as he whispers in my ear, “You should thank me, baby. Tell me thank you for letting your sweet pussy feel so good.” He grunts each word out as he thrusts in and out of me.
I have to focus to get the words out right. “Thank you for letting me come.”
“Good girl.” He releases my face, pushing me back down.
The pressure of his hand digs into my back and he drives into me.
My body reacts to his harsh movements, and I stand on my toes, trying to push my body further to soothe the burn of the stretch his dick causes my insides.
“Don’t you fucking move. This greedy little cunt isn’t done pulling every last drop out from my balls yet, so let her do her job and empty me.
” I do exactly what he says, relaxing my body.
Within seconds his hips are stuttering, and I feel his dick begin to twitch before he empties himself in me.
We stay like that for a while. My front across the washer and him stuck to my back.
The thrum of our heartbeats start to mirror each other until he straightens and I feel him pull out of me; his hands gentle when he pulls me upright before he bends down and grabs my pants.
His touch is tender now, a stark contrast to how his fingers were digging into me minutes ago.
He helps me get dressed before tucking himself back into his jeans.
When his arms lock around me, I feel so safe in his warm embrace as he brings me in tight against him, like I’m something he’ll never let go of—and at this moment, I know he never will.
His lips plant a kiss on my forehead, lingering there for a moment, and I can hear him murmuring something against my skin. “I love you.”
The words sink into me and my throat tightens as I try to swallow down the heat rising, but before I can stop them, tears begin to spill over.
I lift my head, my eyes searching his like I’m looking for something—we both know I’m not.
I’ll never have to look for anything again.
I’ve found everything I’ll ever need, right here, in him. “I love you too”
A slow, relieved smile curves his lips before he pulls me into him again. They unmade me piece by piece. But he looks at me like I’m something whole, and when I’m with him, I feel like I am too.
Zed walks forward to open the door and sweeps his arm through the door frame, ushering me out.
“Ladies first,” he says with a slight bow, winking as I walk past him.
My smile and stomach both drop the second I step into the hallway.
Brady is there, his arms are crossed and he has one foot propped against the wall, staring directly at me.
His gaze lowers, and a smirk spreads across his mouth. I stop short and turn to Zed.
“We could’ve set out traps or something.”
Zed bumps into me from behind and doesn’t answer before stepping in front of me, his arm coming up like a shield.
A slow, mocking clap bounces off the walls.
“Beautiful. Just beautiful.” Brady’s eyes flick to Zed.
I don’t have to see Zed’s face to know he’s burning a hole through him with his glare.
I feel the way his muscles tighten beneath my hand resting against his back.
Brady pushes off the wall stepping toward us.
“I wonder… When it’s me fucking her tight little cunt, ramming my cock inside her ass, if she’ll sing as pretty for me? ”
“If you fucking touch me you’ll be lucky if you can still piss standin—” I’m cut off by the satisfying crunching sound of Zed’s fist connecting with Bradys face. That’ll do it.
Their bodies tangle together as they fall to the floor and fists fly into one another.
I stand there frozen for a few seconds, trying to figure out whose fist is whose, and which one of them is bleeding.
Someone’s blood is creating a small puddle and they’re both slipping in it.
Brady slams Zed against the wall, smearing red streaks across the surface.
He pulls back hoping to land a hit, but Zed angles his body at the last second and his fist slams into the wall instead.
Do I jump on Brady’s back and pull him off? I really don’t want to touch him.
My heart hammers as I rush toward them. Everything is moving too fast. Zed’s right side is slick with blood, and when he shifts his head to look at me, I realize I can’t see his left eye at all.
His entire face is drenched in blood. His eyes are frantic as he tries to blink, attempting to clear his vision.
I only catch a glimpse of white before it’s swallowed up by the crimson color again.
Brady follows Zed’s gaze. Straight to me.
His mouth twists into a murderous grin. This motherfucker doesn’t even look human right now.
He lets go of Zed and stands up. It’s sloppy, like the rest of him.
His legs are unsteady, but his focus is locked on me.
I watch Brady barrel in my direction, his bloody fingers reaching for me.
I try to grab the doorknob to the laundry room when he lunges.
I pull away from the door, barely dodging him just as Zed manages to push himself up, and my eyes are drawn to something in his fist. It catches the light, the material underneath the blood is… shiny?
Zed moves in a blur, slamming into Brady with full force.
He shoves him hard, sending him staggering into the wall.
A scream echoes in the hall when Zed pushes the object into Brady’s shoulder blade.
I walk over to him and incoherent gurgles leave his mouth.
I look down at Brady who is attempting to blink away the blood and sweat dripping into his eyes, then back to Zed.
“Maybe we can carve off his dick and feed it to the pigs. Would that count as cannibalism?” He was too busy focusing on me. He thought Zed was done. He thought wrong.