Chapter 6
I shove my fingers in my mouth and suck her arousal off. My lips quiver as the pungent taste of her pussy permeates my tongue. I will keep breaking her until she can no longer resist. Until the stubborn will to fight leaves her and she folds back into me like she was before.
There is no Jack without Jill, no Punk without Roxy. We are one and the same, two halves of a whole, tethered together forever. I’ll burn this entire world down before I let her slip from my grasp.
I head downstairs to my surveillance room and go directly to the screen that showcases Roxy’s room. Let’s see what my little killer is up to. I spooked her pretty good in the corn maze so I’m half expecting to see her climbing the walls.
But instead, she’s sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall. I can practically see the wheels turning in her head. She’s thinking about me, missing me. I can feel it.
I can’t help but smile as I remember when I first broke into her apartment and found her muttering my name in her sleep. The butt plug she forgot to take out before she went to sleep jolted her awake when I pressed on the remote.
I caught her trying to take it out, and I wasn’t having that. She submitted to me fully that night. And our obsession with each other moved from late-night video chats to in-the-flesh worship.
I’d give anything to go back in time to keep her safe.
I should’ve never tried to drive in that storm.
We could’ve stayed another night at the motel and waited it out.
But I was too damn impatient to get her home.
And now my pretty girl is a shell of who she once was, lost in a nightmare that she can’t wake up from.
But I know her heart and her soul. Both belong to me. Tonight was just the beginning. I won’t give up on us.
I settle back into my red leather gaming chair and watch as she takes her clothes off. She removes her top first and then unhooks her bra. She sighs with her whole body, her shoulders rising and falling so delicately.
My cock stirs. I unzip my pants and set it free.
With long deliberate movements, she pushes her skirt down and kicks it away. There is something so intentional about it. It’s almost as if she’s putting on a show just for me. But there’s no way she’d suspect cameras in her room. Not this version of Roxy anyway.
She shimmies back onto the bed before sliding her panties off. Fuck. I got her more worked up than I thought. My little slut wants to cum again.
I click on the audio switch so I can hear her heavy breaths in my headset. I palm my dick, stroking it up and down. My breath catches in my throat as I watch her spread her legs and slide two fingers down the slit of her glistening cunt.
“Thatta girl. Mmm.” I squeeze the tip of my cock, rolling my pre cum around with my thumb. I wish I could paint her lips with it.
She angles her hips up and thrusts those two wet fingers inside her pussy. The loudest moan echoes through my speakers as she pushes past her second knuckle.
I choke my shaft, squeezing it so hard it hurts. Until the pain becomes pleasure.
She pinches her left nipple with her free hand, her mouth wide in the shape of an O, her nipples red and swollen.
I can’t take much more of this. As much as I’m enjoying the show, I want to be in that fucking room next to her. Controlling her. Dominating her. Fuck.
She rolls her hips with a frenzied urgency as she chases her own release. I pump my cock harder and faster, matching her rhythm. Her body contorts and twists, her face reddening, sweating, as she fucks herself hard.
I bite my lip, my throat raw from my own moans.
A thick spurt of cum gushes out, shooting onto the floor between my bare feet.
My body is alight with need for this woman.
I stifle another moan so I can hear hers instead.
I know she’s picturing me. She plays with her pussy while imagining my glowing mask between her thighs. There’s no denying it.
With the click of a button, I zoom in on the camera angle that’s trained on the bed. I lick my lips, fixated on the thick cream that coats her thighs. You better not clean that up, pretty girl.
Drawing her legs back to the center of the bed, she rubs her thighs together, whimpering through the comedown of her orgasm.
My heart thuds in my chest. I’m like a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth, desperate to sink my teeth into the meat of her thighs.
I want to lick her scars and give her new ones, love bites like tattoos carved from my teeth.
I wipe my cock with a towel before tucking it back into my jeans. I want more. Fuck.
I watch as she scoots under the covers and nestles back against the headboard. She swallows two large pills with a glass of water and then switches off the lamp on her bedside table. The room goes dark. All I see is my breath on the black screen, fogging it up in this air-conditioned basement.
I need to feel her.
It’s an easy decision. And no one will stop me. I’ll kill anyone who tries. I bought the house on the other side of the woods from hers on purpose. For nights like these when I have to arrive on foot, lest the roar of my bike alerts anyone to my presence.
So I grab a thick hoodie, along with my glowing mask. Time to go play trick or treat with my favorite little masochist.
The best thing about alcoholics is that they black out. A fucking tornado could blow through here, and Gloria and Earl would be dead before they knew what hit them. It makes breaking into their house as easy as taking candy from a baby.
Using my lockpick, I let myself in through the back door.
I creep up the stairs, taking care not to gag on the stench of cheap beer and cigarettes.
Roxy’s mom really has a fucking type. Fucking disgusting.
She may have upgraded her house with Hank’s life insurance policy money, but you can’t take the trailer out of the trailer trash.
My heart races when I gently open the door to Roxy’s bedroom.
I pause for a beat, waiting to make sure she doesn’t hear anything.
Her breathing is loud and heavy, which means the pills she took are doing their thing.
As a precaution, I stick a chair under the knob of the door before stalking closer to the bed.
I peel off my clothes, leaving my mask on, and slide into bed next to her. The sweet scent of warm peaches and cream fills my nose. I sigh into it. She stirs slightly as I nestle up, spooning her from behind. My cock throbs as I press it against her.
“You’re going to have the sweetest dreams, pretty girl,” I whisper in her ear.
I run my palm across her thigh, stroking the scar that our accident left her with. I’m tempted to carve one into myself to match. But not now. Tonight is all about playing with my girl. The more her body responds to my touch, the faster her memory will return.
I slide two fingers down the center of her pussy. It’s still sticky from her earlier release. As soon as I begin to knead her tender flesh, her juices leak out. “Thatta girl. Show me how wet I make you.”
She whimpers slightly between deep breaths, her eyelids fluttering.
I lift up her leg and turn her slightly toward me.
With slow, careful movements, I inch my cock inside her wet pussy.
“Oh, baby. Fuck you are so tight.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a second, stilling myself as my cock pulses inside her.
I bite down on my lip, relishing the way she stretches to accommodate my large girth.
I rock gently into her, sliding in and out as she sleeps soundly, lost in some otherworld where our love still thrives. With each thrust, I promise to bring her back to me.
I twist her closer, extending her leg higher as I grind into her. I lift my mask and take her nipple between my teeth, nibbling as I flick my tongue over the swollen bud. With only the light from the moon to see by, I glimpse how her skin glistens with sweat, sending a deep blush across her chest.
She moans, “Punk…”
I thrust in and out gently, careful not to wake her from her stupor.
“Yes, pretty girl. I’m right here.” I love how she calls for me in her sleep.
I wonder what dream she’s in. Are we back in the cornfield, or maybe it’s the night at the club that she’s dreaming about.
The night I claimed her in the flesh and became her god.
She’s so fucking warm and slick. So eager for me. This is the only way I can give her pleasure without her mind getting in the way. Just like that last night in the motel. She knows I have a fetish for it. She loves giving up control to me. Even now.
I grind in as deep as I can, pressing her leg back against the mattress. “Fuck, Roxy.” I roll into her, making sure to rub against her clit.
She tosses her head back and forth, her breath quickening.
“Do you like that, pretty girl?” I whisper in her ear.
A bit of drool dribbles down her chin, and her legs twitch. “Yes…” she murmurs.
Consciousness is a funny thing. It’s more powerful than any other part of the brain. And hers knows exactly what it wants.
I thrust again, harder this time. The vein in my shaft pulses, forcing all the blood to the tip. “Yeah. Fuck.” My cum rushes out, filling her cunt. I moan into the pillow, right next to her head.
My body jerks, twisting and grinding as I release inside her. It spills out, soaking her thighs and the mattress underneath us.
And then the most unexpected thing happens. Her belly flutters as a low, animalistic hum erupts from her throat. She’s having an orgasm in her sleep. “That’s it, beautiful. Cum on me.” I grind against her clit with my cock still pulsing inside her.
She whimpers and arches her back. “Punk…” she murmurs again.
Her cum soaks my cock, triggering another hard-on. I cum faster this time, aroused by the way her needy pussy clenches around me. “My. Pretty. Fucking. Girl.”
There is nothing else that matters. No one else. Just me and her.
I kiss her lips, then her neck, and finally her shoulder before pulling out. I watch her sleep for a few more minutes, then get dressed. I don’t want to be here when anyone in this house wakes up.
But before I go, I leave her a present on the bedside table. “Sweet dreams, my love. I’ll see you soon.”