13 #4
I have to give it to her, between using her mouth like a fuckhole and reducing her tits to smithereens, I’m not sure how she’s managing to keep her hands up for me.
And yet, she is, locking her fingers together at the top of her head, keeping her mouth open, her eyes wide and sparkling, her face shiny with tears, her pussy… wet.
Fuck. I can see it between her thighs, and if there was any doubt about it, the way she’s squirming proves it.
She likes pain. She likes to be used and tortured.
I shouldn’t be happy about that. Haven’t I been fixated on the idea of making her suffer ever since high school? And yet, when I see how turned on she is, all I want to do is…
My balls tighten, and I can’t quite keep a groan from slipping out as ropes of seed land on her face, her chest, and in her mouth.
“Sorry, was that a no? I didn’t hear.”
“Hmm?”
“About the whore. Just gun her down. That’s what the consensus is. Carmelo won’t like it, but cazzo, we don’t need that problem. Forget about it. Right?”
“Right,” I say, sitting down to admire the naked girl before me. Her arms are still above her head, the cum on her tits shining against angry, puffy skin.
“Gun to the head, a single shot, bam. Done. Who the fuck cares? Cazzo! Or you can do it another way. I know you had a thing for her a few years ago. Shove her down on all fours, fuck her ass, and strangle her… or stab her… I don’t know, man. Just get creative, ya know?”
“Right,” I say again. Tears are still glittering on her skin, and I reach up to wipe them away, then stroke up and down her face. She stares at me in confusion, but doesn’t try to protest when my fingers caress her cheeks before threading themselves in her hair.
“Well? What do you say?”
“Hmm. I don’t know. You make some good points.” I keep stroking her, and she starts to sink into my touch, her eyelids heavy. “I guess I could kill her.”
She jerks back up, her hands falling down, and tries to edge away. But I wrap my legs around her, locking her to me, and force her arms back over her head. Then I go back to stroking her.
“What does Carmelo Moretti have to say about it?”
“Carmelo?” he scoffs. “I told you. He makes a lot of noise, but he’s just a sissy. Don’t worry about him.”
“Maybe you should be a little bit more worried about him, huh?” I stroke down to her breasts, rubbing the places I tortured before. My fingers seem to relax her in spite of herself. “What do you think the don would say if you called his son a sissy?”
“Oh, well, uhm…” He lets out an uncomfortable laugh. “Obviously, you wouldn’t tell him that. Right, Logan?”
“Of course I wouldn’t.” I can’t resist tweaking her cum-covered nipples hard one last time, and the painful surprise pulls a whimper from her mouth.
“Tell you what. After thinking about it, I feel like she still has some usefulness. Let’s wait for that usefulness to run out before we snap her neck. Okay?”
“Fine. Oh, wait. I see.” He barks out a laugh. “And are you going to… share that usefulness?”
“No.” I hang up before he has time to react, my patience just about spent.
“Stand up,” I order, slapping her breast again. “Go to the bedroom. Now.”
She opens her mouth, and this time, I slap her ass. “Don’t even think about talking back. Don’t even think about it. Whatever’s in your mouth, don’t even say it.”
I don’t know why I’m so furious. First when Carmelo spoke about her, now with this asshole. I know better than to show either of them how pissed off I am. Instead, I let it out on Lia.
“Logan,” she whispers, forcing me out of my thoughts. “Please don’t kill me. You’re not going to kill me, are you?”
“Kneel by the bed. Now. Face the other way.”
“Please, Logan…” Her teeth are chattering. “I don’t want to die. You’re not going to do what that guy said. Are you?”
“On your knees, Lia. I won’t say it again.”
I push her to the floor, grab her hands, and secure them to the headboard with the handcuffs I found in the bedside table.
“Please,” she sobs. “Can you at least put clothes on me… if you’re going to kill me?”
I really don’t want to dress her. I’ve been dreaming of her naked body for years, and to finally be able to see it… I just want to keep her naked forever. My eyes rove hungrily on her red ass and the wet space between them. I can just catch a glimpse of her equally red, puffy breasts.
I wish I could stay here, watching her naked and tied, mine, for eternity.
But I’m furious, and I need a break from her. Some time to process the fucked up effects she’s having on me. There’s no fucking way I’m letting her stay naked while I’m away. I don’t think anyone has the key to this room apart from Everest, but I’m not risking it.
Pulling a dress from the bag, I tumble it over her head. She seems to take it as some sort of confirmation, and dissolves into loud, angry sobs.
These aren’t the kind of tears I like.
Well, I mean, I guess I am kind of hard.
I sit heavily on the floor behind her, wishing I weren’t so affected by her crying. I press a hand to her back, and she gasps. Fuck. She’s shaking. I’ve never seen anyone so terrified.
“Shh, Lia. It’s okay.”
I pull her into my lap, causing her arms to grow taut. “It’s okay, Lia.”
“No, it’s not! You’re going to kill me! You said so!”
Did I?
“No need to cry about that, my little crybaby,” I soothe her, or at least try to.
She turns her tear-drenched face to me. “You’re a fucking monster, Logan, you know that? Just get it over with already! I can’t fucking take it! And this is making you hard? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Shhh.” Okay, maybe I am a monster. In any case, I definitely am hard. “I just like seeing you cry, Lia. That’s all.”
“Yeah, I think I got that! Asshole!”
But the next moment, she’s back to crying, only now, she nestles her head into my neck. I don’t even realize what I’m doing before my arms wrap around her, squeezing her to me.
“Shhh, Lia. It’s okay, baby.”
“I don’t want to die, Logan,” she sobs. “I’m sorry… I don’t want to… I’m not ready to… I know I deserve it… when are you going to kill me?”
“Hmm?”
“When are you going to kill me? Now?”
“Now?” I repeat, rubbing up and down her back. “Is that what you want?”
I truly am a sadistic asshole. But holding her like this, rubbing her back, comforting her… it’s dangerous. I can feel myself getting pulled under again, and I’d always told myself that the damage had stopped at twenty-seven broken bones.
There are a whole lot more bones in the body to break, though, and there’s just no fucking way I can go back to that place. But the only way I can resist her is by telling myself that maybe I could kill her.
Why not, after all? Haven’t I killed dozens of men and women without blinking an eye?
What’s so different about this woman? Other than the fact that she destroyed my life?
That’s just one more reason to do it.
I should have ended her life a long time ago. I could do it now—I know how to do it so it doesn’t hurt. Just wrap my hands around her neck… twist… she wouldn’t even know it had happened until it was done.
A painless death is already better than she deserves.
But when I bring my hand to her neck, it’s only to stroke it.
“I don’t want to die now,” she lashes out. “I don’t want to die at all!”
“Hmm.”
“Stop saying hmm! Are you going to kill me or aren’t you?”
“Well…” I pause in my stroking, and feel her shiver against me. “The truth is… I don’t know, Lia. I just don’t know.”