Chapter 5 Kade
Kade
If she weren’t so tempting, this would be easier.
Every part of me yearns to soothe her worry, but that would defeat the purpose of my visit.
I stare down at her. Her red hair is wild and tousled, stuck to her forehead and cheeks.
Her plump lips are parted, every rapid breath making her tits rise and fall hypnotically.
Every inch of her is meant to tease and tempt and torment, and I’m her ideal fucking victim.
“What are you going to do to me?” There’s still fire in her voice, but I’m not fooled.
Fear trickles into her words, seeping through the cracks. At least she’s not screaming.
“Whatever is necessary to get you to shut your fuckin’ mouth,” I say as warmth trickles down my lip. I grip the bridge of my nose with one hand to try to stop the bleeding. I don’t think it’s broken, but it hurts like a bitch.
“I want answers,” she whines. “I told you that I would continue to make noise until I found something.”
“Oh, you found something, but it isn’t what you wanted to find.”
“None of this is necessary. Just tell me where she is. Please.”
“We’re past talking. It’s time for you to learn that your actions have consequences.”
“Let me guess, your dad sent you to shut me up?” Even with her eyes covered, I can tell she’s glaring by the set of her jaw. “Or did you volunteer to come since you hate me anyway?”
I grab her thigh and spread her legs, watching as her breathing quickens. She’s not nearly as unaffected as she acts. “I’m just making good on my word.”
“It doesn’t matter what you do to me. I won’t stop until I know she’s okay. Unless you plan to prove that to me, then you’ll have to kill me to shut me up.”
Stupid. So stupid and beautiful and fucking stubborn.
Reaching into my waistband, I pull the handgun free and tap the cold steel against her leg so she can feel it. “That can be arranged. Sometimes a headstrong filly needs to be put down for her own sake.”
She barely moves, unfazed by the gun in my hand.
“If that’s what you need to do, then do it. Get it over with.” Something in her tone makes me pause and listen a little harder.
My chest aches at her words, and I can’t tell whether she means them or not. Lord knows, ending her would mean killing two birds with one stone—shutting her up for good and removing her from my life.
Who am I kidding? I’d never pull the trigger.
“I’ll think about it. In the meantime, there are many more interesting things I can do with you.”
Allie still doesn’t respond, and it isn’t until I start working her shorts over her hips that she finally shows me some emotion. Thank god.
I was worried for a second.
Refusing to make it easy for me, she tries to clamp her thighs together.
It’s futile, but I admire the effort. “What happened to my stubborn filly? Where’s the fire?
The anger?” I murmur, forcing the soft fabric down her softer legs, following it with her lacy white panties.
So pure or at least pretending to be. She doesn’t have me fooled.
I remember what those lips can do to a man.
“I told you to stop calling me that. I’m not yours. I never was,” she hisses. I watch as she trembles. Good. This is exactly how I want her.
It’s not true, and my heart sinks at the lie I can’t make myself believe. What I really want is her at my mercy because it’s how she wants to be. But it’s still better than the numb, emotionless version of her from a few moments ago.
“Oh, believe me. I fuckin’ know. I’m reminded of it daily,” I snarl in response.
“Before you fucked me over, I used to think about what it would be like to have you splayed out beneath me, moaning my name while I claimed you over and over. Your nails marking my back, your teeth sinking into my skin. I never got the opportunity, though.”
“So you’re just going to take it now?”
“Take it?” I stare down the length of her body, bathed in moonlight. “No. You’re giving it to me.”
“Like hell I am. I hate you.”
A soft bark of laughter escapes me. “You wish you hated me.”
I drag my gaze lower, over her pretty pussy. It’s shaved, and her silky lips barely conceal the tip of her rosy-pink clit. I want to drop to my knees, spread her legs farther apart, and feast on what I already know is the sweetest pussy. That’s not why I’m here, though.
“It’s true. Now let me go,” she whispers, making one more futile attempt at closing her legs.
I sink my fingers into her thighs and squeeze gently, loving the shape and feel of her. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
Her breathing turns ragged as I lower the gun between her legs. I glance back up at her and wish I could see the fear shining in her eyes.
“What are you doing with that?”
“Do you think your cunt could take the length of my gun?”
She goes completely still, rigid with no doubt dread, and releases a soft gasp when I press the gun against her warm skin. I watch curiously while tracing her seam, toying with her, my cock getting harder with every one of her strained breaths.
“What do you think?” I whisper, my gaze fixed on the sight. “Should I fuck you with it? Shove it nice and deep?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Maybe the old me wouldn’t, but the man who has you at his mercy now is different. You don’t know this version of me, little filly, so maybe you shouldn’t tempt the devil.” I switch the safety off the gun, and the sound echoes loudly in the room as if I’d pulled the trigger.
It’s a lie. The man who fell in love with her is still here. He’s just hidden, buried deep beneath pain and anger.
Even if this is about teaching her a lesson, I can’t ignore my attraction. Not when my cock is so hard it’s threatening to break my zipper. Leaning forward, I press my hand against the center of her chest to keep her still. Allie jerks against my hold when I drag the muzzle along her hot, wet seam.
“Please… don’t,” she pleads in a whimper, and I lean in, dragging my nose against her throat, letting her scent fill me.
“What did you say?” I move the gun back to her entrance and tease it, applying pressure, circling it, sliding the tip of the muzzle inside.
Even while she’s afraid, she’s also turned on. Her pussy weeps for me, making the gun slide between her pretty pink petals easily.
Maybe she’d even like it if I fuck her with it.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” I whisper. “I can’t tell if you’re really afraid, with how wet you are.” I push in a little farther, and her cunt swallows the gun with ease.
It’s almost a shame when her trembling intensifies. She hasn’t confessed, but I know her body as well as my own. And I’m not letting her get the better of me this time.
“If you want me to stop, simply tell me what I want to hear. Otherwise, this is going to get much worse, little filly.”
I hold my breath, ready to push another millimeter forward when she finally cracks.
“Wait,” she pants.
“Wait?” I mock and wiggle the gun a little more.
“That’s not an option. Tell me what I want to hear, or I’m going to continue.
” I watch her chest out of the corner of my eye.
The rapid rise and fall. She looks like she’s about to hyperventilate.
Good. I add a little more pressure, just to prove how fucking serious I am, and the gun slides in a little bit more.
Fuck. She looks so beautiful like this, even if she is afraid.
“Okay! Okay! I promise! I’ll stop!” The words burst out of her like a gunshot that threatens to shatter the spell I’m falling under.
I take one measured breath around the tightness in my chest. “What was that?”
“I… I’ll stop.” She stutters over the words. Dread and her stubbornness fight against each other. “I swear. Please.”
That’s a good start, but it’s not enough. I know Allie well, and if I don’t put her in her place and hold her there, she won’t stay put. I need something to use against her in case she changes her mind.
I gently ease the gun out of her cunt and drop it to the floor beside her head.
Pulling her up by the arm, I shift her to stand so I can look at her.
With the blindfold, I don’t have to school my features and can look my fill for a second.
Her legs are wobbly as she stands, so I maintain a slight grip on her.
“I already said I would stop,” she whimpers, swaying slightly.
“I know, and I don’t believe you.” I resist the urge to lick the sweat off her chin. “Get on your knees.”
“I’m not getting on my knees. I already told you I’d stop.”
“Don’t give a fuck,” I grunt, grabbing her by the shoulders. I press her down, giving her no option but to go right where I want her. Perfect. This is easier than I thought it would be.
“I hate you,” she mutters, tilting her head to look up at me.
Her breath is unsteady, and even though I can’t see the burning fury in her eyes, I can tell she hates how much she wants me, how much she’s enjoying this too. I unbuckle my belt and pop the button on my jeans.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I can’t trust you to keep your mouth shut, so I’m going to give myself a little added security.”
“By doing what? Forcing me to suck your cock?”
I chuckle softly. “We both know I don’t have to force you to do this. You want it. You want me. Nothing gets you hotter than being in control of my pleasure.”
“I don’t. I hate you, and if you bring that thing near me, I’ll bite it off.” I reach out and sink my fingers into her beautiful red hair, tightening my grip as I tip her head back and force her plush mouth up.
“Do it, little filly. You know I get off on the pain.” I smirk and shove the front of my boxers down.
My cock springs free between us. This is no longer just about revenge.
It’s more than that. Deeper. It’s a connection.
Proof that what we had never really went away, that even if she is afraid, she trusts me.
With my hand still tangled in her hair, I tug her closer and guide her mouth to my cock. I drag the swollen head across her lips. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”