4. Kindred
Kindred
Dorian showed her inside. He was proud of the house.
Wood floors, polished, and everything in its place.
A large, live-edge dining room table in the dining room was visible from the front door.
He smiled. “I’ve prepared dinner,” he said.
His tone was gruff, but also calming. Like a burn on the tongue soothed by honey.
She stepped towards the table, seeing what looked like a rack of lamb and some fingerling potatoes.
Each had a trail of steam leading towards the rustic chandelier overhead.
Antlers were arranged to hold the bulbs, creating an intricate light pattern. He slid the chair out for her and she sat down. Then, he pushed her in. He poured her a glass of wine and moved to his seat. He raised his glass. “How about a toast?”
She looked him over. “What too?” she asked.
“To Kindred spirits,” he said. His voice had changed. It wasn’t the subdued voice she had come to know, it was confident. It was younger than the aged face speaking it.
She picked up her glass and raised it up. “To Kindred spirits…”
He took a sip and she did the same. The wine was sweet, sinful. He leaned in. “Please, I think you’ll find the lamb delectable.”
She picked up the knife and fork and took a bite. “It's…delicious…I love lamb…”
As she reached to pick up the second bite he said something that made her pause. “I know.”
She met his eyes. They no longer held the smoky dominance it once did. This was deeper.
Possessive.
Wanting.
Needing.
“What?” she managed.
He smiled, taking a bite himself. “I must confess, Isla. You’ve more than piqued my curiosity these past few weeks.”
She almost choked on her lamb. “What? You’ve been spying on me?”
He took another bite. His eyes never left hers. “Yes, but not in the way that swine Lanny did.”
She flushed. “I…don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“He, and some others, were following you. They were trying to get close to you. I know you agree that they were unworthy of your attention.”
She blinked. How does he…he was gone from the chair! She looked around, then, found him right beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She jumped. “Dorian!”
“I’ve been looking for a kindred spirit,” he told her. “Someone who will appreciate my work. I think you’ll be invested. Please, finish eating.”
She picked at her food. “I’m sorry Dorian I’m not hungry anymore…”
He patted her shoulder. “Then come,” he purred. “Let me show you my work.”
He walked away from her, looking over his shoulder expectantly. She followed closely, her hands gripping his shoulder. He opened a door, leading down stairs to a dark basement. He flipped on the light and started down.
She followed him. The heavy aroma of bleach touched her nose, and it made her cover it. At the bottom of the stairs, he turned to the right. She came behind him and gasped.
A series of bodies were strung along the right wall, tied together with parts of their bodies missing. Some had eyes missing, some had their tongues, others had their arms, it was a hodgepodge. She took a step back, but her eyes couldn't leave the scene. He led her to the bodies.
“Behold, Isla. The vile of our little town.”
She stared at the bloated bodies. The bleach was so heavy she couldn't really smell the death. “Oh my god…”
He ran his fingers over her shoulders. “You have an eye,” he whispered. “And I want that eye. With me. At all times.”
She blinked. “What?”
He leaned into her ear. “Isla, you captivate me like no one else has in a long time.”
She swallowed hard. His confession made her weak. But the bodies that looked back at her…she couldn't possibly be okay with them…right? She studied them more closely. “These are all…personal…”
“Very,” he said. “Very.”
“Punishment.”
“That’s my girl,” he crooned.
Her heart pounded. Not from fear. But from excitement.
The Thrill. Something so taboo she couldn’t admit it to herself.
His lips touched her ear. “You came here, even with your suspicions. I knew you were the one. Join me, Isla. Together, we can properly administer justice. Justice that you know we need.”
She felt a tear run down her face. “Dorian…”
“And once you join me…we can finally be one.” She turned to look at him. “I see the way you look at me,” he said. “And I followed you, studied you, all to see if we were kindred. And we are. We are in our prime, Isla. Wi, and my mind, coupled with your eye for detail, we can be unstoppable.”
She felt her body shake. Her morals were waging in her head. Good vs Evil. She knew she should turn him in or die trying, but being his. Having him, ridding the town of perverts like Lanny…she was wavering.
He turned her around and lifted her chin with his thumb. He leaned in, placing a kiss on her lips. As cliché as it sounds, that’s all she needed. She kissed him back, ruling his tongue with her own. He picked her up, his strong arms holding her thick legs up as he kissed her more.
She felt hot. Like a sauna. But she didn’t care. Even those bodies in the corner couldn’t stop what they felt. He carried her to the wall and kept kissing her. She moaned into his mouth, running her fingers through his grey hair.
She tore her mouth from his. “Dorian…”
He licked his lips, savoring her taste on his lips. “Isla. I need you. Right here. Right now. In front of our audience.”
She cast a look back to the bodies and looked at him. Her hunger for him was deep. Primal. She needed him too. More than anything. She hiked up her dress and slid down her panties. “Right here,” she breathed. “Take me, Dorian. Right now.”
A wide, masculine grin ruled his face. He slid his jeans off, revealing his growing cock. She stared at it for a moment. Shocked. “Dorian…”
He pressed his cock against her, rubbing it between her thighs. “On your hands and knees,” he cooed. That smoldering tone again, it drove her wild. She assumed the position, presenting her ass to him. “Perfection…” he said. He grabbed her ass and pushed inside her hungry pussy.
She cried out. He filled her totally. Completely. More than her previous lovers ever had. He moved with purpose. But it wasn't just that. This wasn't the love of some disgusting pervert.
This was need.
This was want.
This was possessive.
Each thrust was a declaration.
You. Are. Mine.
She moaned deeply, loving him with each thrust. He pulled her head back by her hair. “Look at them, Isla. Our adoring audience. Watching our every move.”
“Make them hear me,” she whimpered.
He leaned in, pressing himself deeper. Her whimper turned into a squeak. “Happily.” He growled. He slammed into her making her cry out.
“Dorian! Don’t stop!!”
He continued, working her at his primal pace. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face as she reached her peak. “Dorian I’m climaxing!!” She tightened like a vice, and her juices gushed around his length. Her arms gave out, leaving her face down against the floor.
Dorian grinned. “That's my girl,” he purred. “My Isla.”
“Yes…” whimpered. “Yours…”
He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He looked at the bodies with a smirk. Then, he leaned down, picking her up with ease. She was shocked by his strength, especially since she was still on her knees and elbows when he scooped her up.
He carried her up the stairs and to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed carefully, removing her dress completely. Revealing only her purple bra. He removed his shirt, revealing his gut but massive arms and chest. He got down, kissing her lips then her throat. She ran her fingers through his hair.
He pulled back, looking up at her. “Now that the carnal play is over. Let me take you. The way a man should.”
She nodded eagerly. “Do it…” she said breathlessly. “Claim me.”
He pushed back in, this time working her in a slower motion. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Dorian, don't stop…” she whimpered.
He kept going, pinning her hands above her head. Working her faster. Her breasts bounced out of the bra, and he dropped down to suck her nipple. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He was checking off every box. Every spot. Perfectly. Totally.
“Isla…” he grunted. “You feel incredible!”
“So do you!” She moaned.
He kept at it. Watching her rolls jiggle with each thrust. “Perfection. All mine.” His decree of ownership pushed her over the edge. Her climax pushed him over. “Isla…I'm cumming…ugh!!”
She cried out his name as he emptied himself inside her. His supply seemed endless. She felt him spilling out around him. After a moment his breathing calmed and he pulled out. A proud look overtook his face as he watched his cum leak out of her.
She was breathless. Completely satisfied. Content. He laid next to her, holding her the way she always dreamed of. “You're perfect,” he whispered. “Every inch. Every look. Perfect.”
She flushed, but quickly felt safe and cherished in his arms. His goatee brushed against her cheek as he spooned her. “You're perfect too,” she whispered. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, she awoke. Shocked to find herself in his arms. The joyous sensation in her loins was a testament to their love making. Even though she could barely move. She wanted more.
She realized she had left her phone in her car. She couldn't believe it. (I could have gotten killed and I left the phone in the car…what is wrong with me?) She looked over her shoulder at him. His features were softened with sleep.
She slid out of his embrace and slid her dress back on. This motion made him stir. He blinked. “Isla?”
She looked him over with a smile. “Morning, Dorian.”
He reached for her and she sat down, holding his hand. “We have work to do, my sweet. People to be culled, and mongrels to put down.”
She met his eyes. They were sincere. “Yes. And I'll be here with you. Every step of the way.”
He gave her hand a squeeze. “We will save this town. You and me.”
“Yes,” she said. “Just the two of us.”
In the months that followed, the deaths increased. But they were cleverly disguised as animal attacks. She maintained her job at the hardware store. Continuing to give her beloved more information on the town.
In a sick, disturbing way, she found her calling.
The end.