9. Mo Gra
Another week has passed and it’s time to take my girl on a kill with me. These hits keep coming in left and right for her, and I don’t want to leave her home unprotected. Yes, she has the dogs, but that’s not enough for me. She’s still not talking to my brothers, which makes my job a lot harder than it needs to be. It’s like deja vu driving in the car with her next to me, except she’s not in a sundress. She”s in tight black shorts, a black tank top and wearing the fuck out of her holster, with her gorgeous curls wrapped up tight. She’s stunning. I grab her hand, kissing the top of it, as we enter the city. This is her first time at my apartment and I’m a little nervous to say the least. I don’t bring women here that I actually care about and I certainly don’t plan on killing Jade. She knows what to do if the monster gets to be too much for her or hurts her again.
Pulling along the curb in front of my home, I turn the car off and get out, rounding the front and opening the door for her. She rolls her eyes as I give her my hand, but she takes it anyway, and climbs out. Not letting go of her hand, we walk up to the front door and I whisper in her ear, seeming to startle her.
“Welcome home, Blood Queen.” I smile down at her as I key in the code. Opening the door for her, I immediately notice there is no package waiting for me. Maybe he gave up after all. Stepping up behind her, I grab her hips and bring her plump ass against my hardening cock.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I breathe against her neck and she shivers, shaking her head no. I let her go and make my way to the kitchen. Having her here alone, in my space, knowing we won’t be interrupted, is everything I never knew I needed. Hopefully she doesn’t run after she sees what I have in the basement.
“Is this where you go when you”re not up my ass?” She smirks as she sits on the couch. I look at her over my shoulder and answer her honestly,
“Yes, it is. If I can’t be with you, this is where you will find me. You are also welcome here anytime your heart desires. No one knows of this place, but my brothers, and people who work for me. This place is safe.” I smile, showcasing my dimple. She nods, taking everything in as she looks around the room.
Walking up to her, I grab her hand and pull her up from the couch. Might as well rip the bandaid off sooner rather than later.
“I want to show you something. It’s actually the whole reason why we are here,” I say, walking us over to the basement door. She looks up at me, and Jesus Christ, those eyes see right through my mask and into my soul. I want to just take her against this door and skip the basement, but I need her to know all of me, and the basement is a huge part of my life.
Opening the door, I step aside, but she hesitates. “Is this the part of the movie where you lock me in your basement and kill me, dropping my bones into a vat of acid?” She winks.
“No, baby. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn”t need to bring you here.” I give her a little nudge and we make our way down the steps.
“Wow, this is exactly how I pictured it,” she says with excitement. Well that was not what I expected at all.
“Really?” I ask curiously.
“Yes, but I pictured more torture tools.” She laughs, continuing to look around.
“Go grab that skeleton key that’s hanging over there and unlock that door,” I say, watching her walk over, unlocking the door and opening it slowly. I step behind her and flick the light on. She gasps at the scene in front of her. She looks at me and then back at the naked man with a burlap sack over his head. He doesn’t get to look at her, especially with what I have planned. He’s chained to the ceiling, slightly suspended in the air, swaying from left to right. I step up behind her and grip her hips, but she pulls away and walks out the door. She’s going to run. Fuck. Maybe she wasn’t ready. Shit. I follow behind her and she stops dead in her tracks and spins back toward me.
“How many people have you fucked down here?” she asks, placing her hands on her hips.
“Don”t ask questions with answers you’re not ready for.” I go to grab her, but she takes a step back. I hate when she pulls away from me. It makes me irate.
“Tell me! Be honest with me for once! I’m a big girl, I can handle it!” she yells.
“I lost count a very long time ago.” I reveal. She takes a step closer.
“So you fuck all your kills?” she questions me, throwing her hands in the air. When I don’t answer, she continues with another question.
“What makes me so different from the others?” Our eyes connect, but I can’t form the correct words. She spins to leave again, but I grab her wrist, bringing her body against mine. I wrap my hand in her hair and pull back, exposing her neck as I run my nose up her throat, inhaling her sweet scent.
“You’re the only girl I love to fuck that’s alive! The others I kill while fucking them, or kill first and fuck their corpse later!” I growl and her eyes widen at my truth. But she doesn’t run as expected, so I continue.
“Life isn’t worth living if I stole your light. I need that, just as much as you need my darkness. We are the perfect balance of heaven and hell!” I whisper, spinning her to face me. I need to see her eyes. They will tell me everything I need to know.
“Is that right, Mo Gra?” she questions. I bring her lips to mine and growl.
“Say it again.” I rasp. My dick is ready to explode when she says it again.
“Mo Gra.” She licks my bottom lip, but before I get too lost in this woman, I need more answers from her.
“Can you accept me and the monster? Can you love me with all my faults?” My heart is beating out of my chest. What if she says no? This scenario brings me back to that damn dream again. The waiting is killing me. She cups my face and our eyes meet again. She smiles up at me and says,
“I’m pretty sure I accepted you that day in the shower when I told you that you were MY monster! That has never changed Jameson! You’re mine, Mo Gra, until my dying day.” That’s all I needed to hear. I press my lips to hers and cup her cheeks with both hands. Fuck. I pull back and look into her eyes. Taking a deep breath, I let the words I’ve been dying to say to her, spill from my lips,
“I love you, my Blood Queen. Until my fucking heart stops beating,” I whisper as tears stream down her face. I lick each tear away and she cups my face.
“A chuisle mo chroí. My pulse beats for you, my monster,” she whispers against my lips.
“Say it again, baby,” I breathe, wrapping her body in my arms.
“I love you Mo Gra. My pulse beats for you, my monster,” she says and I crash my lips to hers as we fight for dominance while our tongues caress one another. My fucking cock is begging to be released. I slide my hand down the front of her shorts and into her soaked panties. Flicking her clit, she moans into my mouth. I remove my hand and suck her arousal clean from my fingers.
“It’s play time, baby. Walk back in there and strip for me. Let me see those perky tits before I paint them red.” She turns and heads back into the room, removing her shirt and undoing her bra, throwing both pieces of clothing at me. I remove my shirt and unbuckle my belt, letting my jeans sit low on my hips. My eyes don’t leave her ass as she bends down, unstrapping her knife holsters and stepping out of her curb stompers. She pulls down her shorts and panties in one quick, seductive movement. She looks at me over her shoulder and throws her panties at me. I suck the strip of cloth into my mouth and growl at her taste. Her eyes blow wide with lust when I stick the thong in my back pocket and walk to the table of tools. I pick up a knife and she grabs the barbed wire. Nice choice, my Queen.
“Ladies, first,” I say when she looks to me, as if asking for my permission. She smiles with a wicked look in her eye before she takes a step back and whips the man”s chest with the wire, slicing down his stomach. He screams into the gag. I pull my phone from my pocket and press play. “Body Language” by We Are Fury blares through the speakers, and Jade smiles at my song choice.
She takes the barbed wire and wraps it around the man”s body as she dances around him, slicing into his flesh as she spins. He sways, trying to get away from her, but it”s no use. She goes left with the wire and I join in deciding to go right with the knife. Slicing every inch of him that isn’t an artery. We will save that for last. I spin and meet Jade head on, pushing her into the man and placing a kiss on her sultry lips, sucking the bottom one into my mouth. She groans, then gasps and looks down between us. This motherfucker is hard with his dick between her legs. She takes the knife from my grip, and without hesitation, she grabs his cock and cuts his mushroom head clean off. It bounces off the tile floor and we both laugh. The hooded man screams into his gag again as his body begins to convulse from the pain against Jade’s back. Blood seeps downher thighs and I rub the crimson into her skin, moving slowly up her leg to her already soaked cunt. She moans as I flick her needy clit. She pulls me closer to her by my belt, removing it from the loops.
Tossing it to the floor, she unzips my pants and takes my cock out and moves to sink to her knees, but I don’t let her. I want her cunt, not her mouth. She pouts, but I continue to flick her clit and move my other hand over her pierced nipples. She slowly jerks my cock in her small hands. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” She pants. “Let’s spin him,” I say, kissing her temple. She starts humming the nursery rhyme “Ring Around the Rosie” as I stand back, watching my queen spin this guy round and round until her little song is over. She’s fucking spectacular. Such an amazing little creature.
“Once you let him go and he starts spinning,” I throw a knife at her and she catches it smoothly,“I’ll slice his wrists wide open and you slice his throat, working your way down this artery.” I press the knife against the underside of his outstretched arm.
“Ok, I think I got it.” She says, her eyes never leaving mine as they widen with a familiar look. Seeing the bloodlust that shines in those gorgeous eyes,oh, she was fucking made for me. Pure intoxicating perfection.
“Be ready for the spray back. Let it rain down and feel the droplets dance on your skin, a symphony for just the two of us. Enjoy it, baby.” I growl.
“On three, let him go.” She nods her head, jumping up and down with her tits bouncing only making me harder for her.
“One, two, three.” She lets him spin, and in two swift movements, she shreds into his throat as I slice down his wrist, and blood begins to rain down on us. Our eyes never leaving the other as we listen to him choke on his own blood. She cuts down the other arm, opening him up beautifully. Blood covers us and I grab her, spinning her around the room.
“You look gorgeous in red, my Blood Queen. Care to dance?” I rasp. She nods her head and takes my right hand into her left. We sway, completely consumed in one another as we listen to “I’m Yours” by Isabel LaRosa. I’ve never been happier than in this moment with my Blood Queen, dancing in our enemy’s blood. If we could stay here forever, I would. I’ll never let her go. She’s mine forever and I am hers.
Looking down into her green eyes, we get lost in each other and once the song ends, she jumps up into my bloody arms, reaches down and impales herself on my waiting cock. We both groan as I smash her against the wall, thrusting up into her tight fucking cunt.
“Baby, this cunt is mine.” I thrust harder and she screams at my brutality. “Say it, Blood Queen.” I slam into her faster, feeling her walls tighten around my cock.
“I’m yours, Mo Gra.” She whimpers as she digs her nails into the back of my neck, holding on with everything she has. She rolls her hips against me and I suck a bloody nipple into my mouth.
“Harder, Mo Gra. Fuck me like you hate me.” She begs as I pound into her with no remorse and wrap my hand around her throat.
“Take a deep breath for me,” I groan as I squeeze all the air she has in her lungs. I slam into her tight cunt over and over until she”s a beautiful shade of purple, and only then, do I relax my grip on her throat.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I praise, feeling hertighten around my cock.
“Fuck, Blood Queen. Keep doing that and I’m going to fill you so full of my cum.” I growl. Her pussy is so tight I can barely fucking thrust into her.
“Look at me,” I grunt, her eyes meeting mine.
“I love you, now cum,” I whisper against her mouth, biting her lips, making them bleed. She tightens again and screams her release.
“I’m cumming so fucking hard. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her juices splash against us as she squirts. I reach down as I slam into her against the wall, pinch her clit and she detonates again, squeezing my cock so hard it has my balls tightening and I cum deep inside her tight pussy. I don’t stop, I can’t stop. I keep slamming into her.
“I know you have one more for me baby. Give me what I want.” I pant, kissing her neck, I work up to her face, licking her scar and finally, sucking her tongue into my mouth. She meets my thrust the best she can and before I know it, we both climb to heights I never knew were possible.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop. Fuck. Ahhh!” She screams out her release and I’m not far behind filling her with my cum. I slow my thrust, still not stopping. I don’t ever want to stop. She breathes heavily into my chest and I use my thumb to lift her chin so I can see her eyes. We just stare for a few moments as I slowly soften inside her.
“Ya know, one day you guys are going to get me pregnant with all this cum you all keep filling me with.” She pants. Why does my dick get hard at the thought. Her eyes widen and I smirk. She feels it. I spin us and head out of the room with her still wrapped around me. I bring her to my table and lay her down.
“Yeah, you’re right. But it will be my seed that wins the race.” I growl and she moans tightening around me.
“My queen. Stop squeezing me or we will never fucking leave this basement again. You’re insatiable.” I groan because we both know she’s a fucking brat who never listens. I pull out and walk away, heading back into the room, grabbing my belt from the ground and going back to her.
“Can you stand?” I ask with a raised brow. She nods her head and hops off the table.
“Turn around,” I command. Once she turns, I wrap the belt around her neck and fasten the buckle. I push her down, face first, onto the table.
“Do you trust me?” I ask. She looks over her shoulder and smirks.
“With my life Mo Gra.” She moans as I sink deep inside her from behind, pushing her face harder against the cold table, pulling the belt tighter like a leash.
This divine little creature is it for me. There is no one else on this fucking earth that can satisfy my every need the way that she does. She accepts me, the monsters, and everything that comes with it. Fuck, I love this girl and I’ll prove it to her until the day my heart stops beating.