Chapter 7 #2
I’m not okay with it, but my thoughts have been so focused on Piper that it takes a while for me to understand what’s going on. By the time my brain has caught up to the situation, my foot has already pressed down on the pedal, and we’re speeding down the road.
“Shit, tonight’s gonna be good!” laughs Liam. “Let’s go set some trash cans on fire! Or toilet paper a house!”
He waves a huge bag stuffed with toilet paper rolls at me, then tosses me the third paper plate mask.
“Huh?”
“It’s Halloween, bro!” he cries out. “The night is young! Where are we going?”
“To Piper’s.”
I swerve off the main road into the side street that leads to her small house.
“Piper’s?” repeats Dane uncertainly.
“Oh, tonight’s gonna slap,” chuckles Liam. “I can always tell when you’re like that. You’re about to give her a night to remember. Poor Piper.”
I get out of the car, clenching my fists to keep from trembling.
“I’ll get her,” I mutter, tossing the keys to Liam. “You drive.”
“Where are we going?”
I shrug, fit the mask onto my face, and say the first place that comes to mind. “The lake.”
I only choose Astley Lake because it’s on the other side of town, and I’m going to need all of that ride at least to figure out what the hell to do with her.
“Hey, I know what’ll get her out of the house,” laughs Liam.
He throws a few paper balls onto the stretch of grass that separates her place from the road. Firecrackers, I realize, as they explode loudly.
Moments later, the door opens, and Piper’s sleepy face pops out.
Before she can even open her mouth to speak, I fist her hair with my hand and drag her outside.
“What… what the hell?” she wheezes.
I don’t stop dragging her hair until I’ve opened the back door of the car, pushing her down onto the floor. Then, at a glance from me, Liam turns on the engine and drives away.
“What the hell? You’re kidnapping me!”
Piper struggles to get up, but I push her right back down with both my hands. Not so fast that she doesn’t manage to catch sight of me and recognize me despite the mask.
“Quill! Stop the car now! Let me out! What are you even do—”
Clicking my tongue with impatience, I clap a hand over her mouth, then drag her over my lap.
Ever since I’ve had her like this over my motorcycle, I’ve been dreaming of it. Dreaming of her absolute helplessness as I keep her in this humiliating position, dreaming of her ass wriggling in my face as she tries to free herself, dreaming of my hand, coming down to…
“You should spank her,” laughs Liam. “That’ll teach her a lesson.”
Fuck. I could murder him right now. I could murder both him and Dane, for inviting themselves along. There’s no way I’m doing any of the dirty things that are on my mind with them around.
“Mmmmppphhh!” protests Piper against my hand.
I guess she has a very clear recollection of the punishment she was on the receiving end of the other day, and she probably doesn’t want to experience it again. Especially in front of Liam and Dane.
Even though their presence pisses me off, I’m kind of enjoying how her humiliation must be heightened by the addition of these two spectators. I can tell she’s absolutely mortified, and some dark part of me enjoys it.
But, fuck. She deserves it. Honestly, she deserves a whole lot worse, with the way she’s been putting herself in danger lately.
The minute we arrive at the lake, which is deserted because everyone is busy trick-or-treating on Main Street, I grab her and throw her over my shoulder.
“Hey!” squeaks out Piper. “Put me down! You have no right to—”
Smack.
I can’t resist giving her one hard spank to shut her up, and she starts to squirm desperately, trying to land kicks on me. It’s a good thing I’ve got her pinned down so tightly she can’t move much, because I’m not sure I’d be able to control myself if she actually managed to hit me.
“What are you going to do? Where are you taking me?”
Fuck, I should have gagged her. This girl’s voice is driving me absolutely insane.
I don’t even know what I’m planning to do until I’m wading out into the lake. I whip her glasses off, stuff them into my back pocket, and then, before she can even utter a cry of surprise, I dunk her into the cold water.
“What the—what the—!”
I had a lot of things on my mind before, a lot of things I wanted to do to her, but dunking her repeatedly in the Astley Lake didn’t feature on that list at all.
And yet, something about the way she squirms helplessly, something about feeling her completely in my control… it makes me drunk on power. So drunk it’s all I can do to not give in to the sensation entirely, and… drown her.
No, Quill. No!
Luckily, I manage to overcome the urge, and when I pull her back up, I’ve already decided I’ll carry her back to the shore, though I’m not sure what comes next.
Until she spits in my face.
Dane gasps and Liam actually fucking laughs. All thoughts of pity are gone as I look down at the skinny girl thrashing helplessly in the water.
Did she really just fucking do that? Did she really just fucking spit in my face?
Anyone else would be fucking dead if they did that. She should consider herself the luckiest girl on Earth for only getting ducked. Again, and again, and again.
“Holy crap! Stop that, Quill! Stop tha—”
It feels like the next minutes are a blur as I watch myself pull her down under the water and hold her there, each time wondering if that will be the time I leave her in too long.
But every single time, I save her life, again and again, although I know there wouldn’t be any need to save her if it weren’t for me.
I’m a fucking monster.
By the time I’m done with her, she’s holding onto me limply, wheezing hard, but for the first time, there’s no fear in her eyes.
She looks… needy.
Weird.
“Come on, Quill!” calls out Liam impatiently. “We’ve had our fun. How about letting her go now? Let’s go set some trash cans on fire.”
Piper’s hands clutch my right wrist, as if begging me not to leave her.
But that can’t be right, can it? She hates me. And if she didn’t before, she certainly has reason to now.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I just hurt her like that?
It’s like I turned into a zombie. Like my brain just shut down and allowed my hands to torture her.
Remorse overwhelms me as I stare at the shivering girl in my hands. But I don’t know how to make it right. I never know. What am I supposed to say?
The old familiar powerlessness overwhelms me. The powerlessness that had me leaning against the wall as a kid while listening helplessly to Mom saying she wanted to leave.
I had no idea what words to use to get her to stay.
I have no idea, now, what words to use to reassure Piper.
Fuck, she’s shaking. I did that to her, didn’t I? I terrorized her.
The only thing I can do is tear my face away from her and call out, “Go.”
“Uh… go? What do you mean? Aren’t you coming with us?”
“Go.”
“But... what about your car? How the hell are we supposed to go downtown? It’s miles from here…”
“Leave the car. Fucking go.”
I guess Dane knows me well enough that he senses the threat in my voice. He pulls his friend away, saying, “Let’s go, Liam.”
“The fuck,” grumbles the latter, but they both walk off, trudging through the pebbles that surround the shore.
I feel Piper shiver even harder in my grasp, and I wonder with a pang if she was looking to those two assholes for safety.
That’s wrong. All wrong.
I should be the one keeping her safe.
But I know I’m the farthest thing from safe as I slowly turn back to her.
“Quill,” she breathes, and even though she’s soaked through, I can tell her eyes are sparkling with unshed tears. “Please, Quill… please…”
Again, I’m not entirely sure what she’s begging for. Her voice seems to tell me she wants me to let her go, and yet, her hands are squeezed around my wrist. I can’t tell if she’s scared or not. I don’t want her to be scared.
Gingerly, I let go of her hair and peel off my mask. Then I find the back of her head again and bring her just a little bit closer to me.
Her eyes glitter in the darkness, and for the first time, now that she’s not wearing her glasses, I can figure out their color.
Or not. I still have no idea if they’re green or blue. Honestly, I’ve never seen such fucked-up eyes as hers. And the color is just the beginning.
“You’re cross-eyed,” I say.
“Huh?”
“Your left eye. It’s cross-eyed.” I pull her just a little closer with the hand that’s clutching the front of her shirt. The other one is still wrapped in her hair. “It’s kind of blue.”
Her needy expression suddenly hardens as she spits out, “Heterochromia. My eyes are all kinds of messed up. Are you going to let me go now?”
I flatten my lips to keep them from twitching into a smirk. She’s even more adorable when she’s angry.
“It’s cute,” I blurt out before I can help it.
In fact, I can’t help those words any more than the kiss that follows it.
Or the way my hand lets go of her shirt to encircle her, hugging her to me as I deepen the kiss.
“What the h—”
But I don’t let her get another word in.
I’ve never kissed anyone before, but this feels so fucking right.
It feels like I’ve suddenly found my missing puzzle piece, like the space where I’d always assumed my face ends was only the beginning of it.
The hand I’ve got against her head grabs at her curls, running their texture between my fingers, as my mouth crashes into hers, my teeth hitting hers from how violently I’m devouring her. My tongue slips past her lips, exploring every single inch inside her, hooking itself around her tongue.
Fuck. It’s like I’m coming home.
My hands roam all over her body, desperately clawing at her, needing to feel the touch and shape of her, until suddenly, I come to an abrupt stop.
My cheek is wet, and I know it’s not from the water of the lake.
She’s crying.
I draw back and stare at her in confusion.
“Please,” she sobs, “please, keep going. Keep going.”
She’s shivering hard, tears winding their way down her cheeks. Another, smaller pang of remorse echoes in my chest as I realize she must be freezing. I hook an arm under her legs, lift her out of the water, and lay her down on the grass beside it.
“Are you cold?” I ask, pretty stupidly since I can tell she is.
But she only shakes her head, crying even harder than before.
Fuck. What do I do now? Now that I’ve discovered how amazing kissing her is, how the hell can I stop?
I can’t stop. I just fucking can’t.
I take off my hoodie, then draw her shaking form onto my lap.
I wrap my hoodie around her and hold her to me.
I start to trace circles on her skin, on her back and in her hair.
At first it’s not to comfort her but to comfort me, because I always need to draw shapes when I’m overwhelmed.
But I realize it soothes her too, so I keep it up until her sobs have quieted down.
Then I lift up her chin, tilting her head back, and dry her tears with my finger, reveling again at how soft her skin is.
And this time, I allow myself to follow through on my urge of tasting them.
It makes me want to taste the rest of her.
I’m terrified she doesn’t want it, but I just can’t help but press my lips to hers again, though I try to be a lot more tender, a lot less scary about it.
And then, she starts to kiss me back, and suddenly, my entire body feels like it’s falling apart.
The tension, the cold anxiety of thinking she didn’t want me, melts so abruptly that the relief makes me feel wobbly.
She’s the one taking the lead now, turning around to straddle me, her hands dragging up and down my back.
But soon, I’m kissing her back just as frantically, my hands hunting for all the skin I can find, before getting so impatient I pull her down to the ground and rip off her shirt.
Goddammit, she’s perfect. I run my hands up and down her stomach, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. They’re already stiff, and I can’t help but twist them until she whimpers in pain. But she doesn’t seem to mind this kind of pain.
Nor does she appear to mind the bites I rain down against her neck, over her breasts and down her chest, licking and sucking hungrily against her soft skin until I’ve reached her jeans.
I pull the soaking fabric off of her, and before she even has time to react, I’ve buried my face between her thighs.
I want to taste her. I want to taste all of her.
“Oh my gosh, Quill!” she squeaks as I lick a stripe up her slit. “Quill, what is that? What are you… oh my gosh!”
“Anyone ever told you you talk too fucking much?” I growl.
She claps a hand over her mouth as I go back to her pussy. I lap hungrily at her, dragging my tongue up and down her slit until I find a little bud that has her wriggling around desperately. I pin her hands to the ground and continue to assault that place, enjoying the way she squirms in response.
If only I’d known how delicious this kind of squirming was… why the hell did I waste my time making her wriggle around in fear when I could’ve had her wriggling around in pleasure instead?
Then I find the opening concealed in her folds, and I drive my tongue in and out of her, watching as she spasms when I touch one particular spot.
I go back to it, again and again, then alternate between that and her clit.
She’s started to cry again, but this time, there’s no doubt in my mind: she wants this. She wants this just as much as me.
I have the power in me to make her body go absolutely haywire, and that thought makes me much harder than even the worst bullying session ever did.
I nudge her legs apart, pinning them down along with her hands, so she’s absolutely helpless as I continue to torment her pussy, laving at her folds, pumping my tongue inside her and sucking on her clit.
Then her body goes crazy and her wetness drenches me as she bucks against me, crying out. I suck harder on her clit until at last she’s sagging on the ground, her body fully limp.
I sit up, grab her and pull her onto my lap. I hold her to me, zipping the hoodie around her still shivering body, squeezing her to me and breathing in her lemon-scented shampoo as her eyes flutter closed. Then the cutest little snore slips from her throat, and I know she’s asleep.