Chapter 18 #4
“ Well, if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions!
” I chuckle, attempting to mask the tidal wave of frustration I’m feeling at the loss of the fantasy and her glorious mouth.
“Seems you’ve fucked my mind harder than perhaps you intended?
I’m incapable of fucking you , Puppet. I haven’t fucked you in a very, very long time. ”
She glares up at me while I arrange my cock inside my jeans. Brushing her hands off on her leather-clad thighs, she stands. “You fucked me in that private room at the club.”
“Did I?”
“I felt the hate and the passion behind every thrust. I remember our games…” That hostile expression in her eyes turns sorrowful at the memories I know are flashing behind them. They’re replaying in my mind as well. “When I’m her to you…you’re different.”
“ Take it or leave it .”
Anger returns in her heated gaze. “Fine. Let’s play.” A resentful, wicked little grin pulls at her dark-stained lips. “I’ll be your precious Vanna .”
She shoves past me to strip off her leather jacket and tosses it across the kitchen table before she turns around to face me.
She is wearing that familiar corset top that pushes the swells of her breasts up to the max.
Puppet strokes her fingers lightly down her throat, drawing my eyes to the sensual motion, leading my gaze to the dark crack of her cleavage, as if I wouldn’t have gotten there on my own.
“Have you missed me, Damien?” she purrs…
Though I’m irritated over the effect this game still has on me, I nod, willing to play along for the sake of getting my rocks off.
“ You’ll never compare to him ,” she says in that slightly lower octave, mimicking Vanna’s more sultry voice. “You, Legion , are nothing but a reminder of everything Dean and I have overcome. You … You pathetic creature , are not only the reason, but a testament to our unbreakable bond!”
Bitch!
Puppet smiles triumphantly as I struggle against a nearly overwhelming desire to slash her throat. “ Was it too good?” The laughter in her words stokes the deadly, simmering rage within. “I was going for authentic , but if you want the wilting flower version …”
“ Be careful …” I growl the warning. “ You aren’t Vanna .”
“ And you hate me for it!”
“I’ve hated you and your kind long before she ever came along…
Or have you forgotten ?” The slick smile slides off her face.
“I thought not... For old times’ sake , I’ll excuse this monumental lapse in judgment on your part and allow you to walk out of here with your fucking life.
” Besides, as much as I hate to admit to myself, I may need her if my suspicions prove correct.
She swallows hard. “I’m sorry, Legion… Sir …” There’s a discernible tremor in her voice. “I’ll do whatever you want… How do you want it?”
“ I don’t.”
“ Please…” she begs, reaching for me again. “Anything you want.” She grips my jacket, then releases the leather to stroke her hands up and down my shoulders and upper chest. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“I’m afraid the moment has expired, darling… Now off with you before you do as well.”
“Damien, look at me, please .”
“My patience is wearing thin, Puppet . I’ve given you ample warning. Walk out of here unscathed and with breath still in your lungs. I strongly suggest you take me up on the offer... Men have died for far less than what you just pulled.”
“Play with me…”
I suck in a long breath through my nostrils, suppressing the urge to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze the life out of her…toss her carcass in the river for someone else to deal with. Reaching into my cut pocket, I remove my cigarettes and Ace of Spades Zippo.
“Play with me, Daddy… I want you to, please…” she goes on, a desperate attempt to sway me back with the way she mimics Vanna’s voice again . “I’ve missed you so… And he never gives me what I truly want…”
“Enough,” I warn once more, lighting up in her face.
In the glow of the flame, I can see she’s wearing Vanna’s deep red lipstick, paired with dark brown contacts.
Her deceitful eyes study me behind them.
I pull a long drag and exhale the smoke in her face.
She breathes it in like she’s fucking grateful for it… Crazy bitch .
“If you let me stay, I’ll tell you what I know about her.”
I expel a scoff. I’ve maneuvered myself into Vanna’s life. It’s only a matter of time before she considers me an ally... A trusted confidant.. .
“ She’d never tell you this,” Puppet insists, as if she just read my mind. “And this is something that will make you come so hard , you’ll forget all the pain for those few blissful moments.”
I can’t help but crook a brow, intrigued.
“Well?” she presses. I pull another leisurely drag, making her wait, then exhale the smoke in her face again.
“I’m listening, aren’t I?”
“Keegan won’t give her another baby.”
Against my will, blood rushes to my cock so rapidly I can feel the bite of my zipper. I’m rigid again, fucking throbbing and raring to go. “And you know this how?”
“People talk… They confide in others… It’s a reliable source.” A slow, devious grin splits her mouth.
“How many men have you fucked since our parting?”
She shakes her head wildly. “ None . No one, I swear.”
I narrow my glare at her, wondering if it’s really possible she and Legion never linked up in the months after I murdered my brother and left everything to collapse.
“I’ve sucked a few cocks at the club, and always with a condom. But I haven’t fucked anyone, I swear. Not men , anyway.”
That’s new . I pull another long drag, raking my gaze over her curvaceous form. Goddess bodied, like Keegan’s fertile little peony. “That outfit you’ve got on is a clear indication you came here with a… Plan A .”
Puppet nods slowly, then turns around to reach for the leather jacket she discarded moments ago. She digs through a pocket and, without facing me, lifts two forms of contraceptives between her fingers. One is a Trojan, the other is a thin, pink plastic encasement of a single white pill.
“How do you want to fuck me?” she whispers, placing the packets down on the table.
“ With blatant disregard for your pleasure or well-being .” I grab her arm and spin her back around to face me. Stepping closer to pin her between my body and the edge of the kitchen table, I command, “ Open your wicked mouth .”
She’s trembling, a mixture of fear and anticipation, I’m certain. She parts her lips, though barely.
“ Wider... I want to see you touch your chin with the tip of your pretty pink tongue, Puppet.”
Taking a quivering breath, she lowers her jaw and slips her tongue out, stretching it down as far as she can. Her eyes drift to the glowing cherry of my cigarette as I pull a final crackling drag, then they dart back up to mine, widened and afraid.
“Did you think I was going to spit in your mouth?” I ask, the mocking words drifting on my smoke. “This isn’t a reward , it’s a punishment. And might you guess why you are so deserving of this punishment?”
Her fingers flex and grip the ledge of the table, and she lets out a fearful whimper.
“Nod your head if you understand, darling, and I promise I won’t grind it completely out in your pretty pink flesh.”
Another whimper, but she nods, her body fidgeting with barely contained fear riddled with anxiety as adrenaline pumps through her system.
She watches my steady hand bring the burning cherry closer to the center of her treacherous tongue.
Screwing her eyes shut, moaning in quick little bursts, she braces for the pain while tears slide down her cheeks.
“ Shh shh shh shhhh …” I mock her, dabbing and gently pressing the burning ember into her pink flesh. It sizzles against her moist tongue, leaving behind smears of black ash. She whines louder, biting down on herself, seemingly beyond her control.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic!” I scold, knowing full well this isn’t nearly as painful as I could make it.
Extinguishing a cigarette on one’s tongue is a simple party trick.
It barely burns if done correctly . The trick is to move it about the tongue, never lingering in any one spot for too long.
Sure, she feels the heat, but it’s no worse than a hot cup of coffee.
The real torture is in her mind… However, I don’t want her to bite the damn thing off.
That would be a tragic waste of her talents.
I toss the bent and extinguished butt into the ashtray on the table, then lean forward to blow on the blackened, barely-there burns, dislodging a saliva-logged clump of ash from her tongue.
“Ice?” I offer, unwilling to spit in her mouth even now.
She nods, wiping the tears from her face while her shoulders silently jerk.
I turn from her to grab a cube from the freezer, giving her a moment to gather her composure before returning.
“Open up.” I smile. She does as she’s told, and I pop the cube inside, promptly lifting her chin with the tip of my finger to close her mouth.
The ice faintly clatters against her teeth as she positions it against the roof of her mouth, pinning it against the burns for relief. “Is that better, pet ?”
She nods once more, and a little sob escapes her. Her hand flies to her mouth, determined to muffle further sounds of distress.
“This is what you asked for, isn’t it?” I swipe a strand of hair from her damp face.
“You came uninvited to my private residence… You insulted and antagonized me to my face, Puppet… I even gave you the chance to leave unscathed… Yet you cry as if I’m not a gentleman.
As if I’m the bad guy.. . Tisk tisk, naughty girl.
Perhaps a spanking is in order?” On second thought, she tends to derive a bit of pleasure from that as well.
She’s still trembling, coughing now, and wipes at her blackened tongue. I remove the handkerchief from my back pocket and hand it to her. She takes it from me, though warily, and wipes out her mouth.