Chapter 30 #3
I pull her up further so that my mouth is against her pussy, and hearing her shuddering breath as she anticipates the orgasm that she probably expects to follow has me harder than ever.
I guess I do like to pleasure her.
Not entirely, though. I start to lave at her folds, causing her to whimper and wriggle her ass in my face, then groan in pain again at the clamps, before once again moaning while tensing so she doesn’t move.
Then, my mouth still latched to her bundle of nerves, I grab the last object from the box.
She clearly hasn’t seen it, or maybe she didn’t know what it was, or maybe, just maybe, she forgot all about it, what with everything I’ve been putting her through.
Now, she squeals, a cute muffled sound, as she feels the hard tip of the butt plug I work into her.
I never pause licking her and sucking on her clit, my entire face wet from her increasing arousal as she’s stretched by the plug.
Then I’m thrusting into her, my tongue touching the spot that makes her shiver despite the nipple clamps that tug at her tits with even the slightest jerk.
She seems to be in less pain than before, either because she’s gotten used to it, or because of the heightened sensation of getting eaten out while her ass is stuffed with the plug.
Whatever the case, she’s not whining about it anymore.
I’m just wondering if I should tighten the screws when I hear my dad’s voice barking at me.
Crap. I guess I’ve been a little too… preoccupied to hear his car driving in.
“Quill! Get the fuck downstairs or I’m coming to get you!”
I feel my cricket shiver but this time, it’s clearly not from arousal.
I push myself up and whip the blanket over her not a moment too soon, as my dad stomps up the stairs then barges in.
He never knocks, but he also rarely comes in. He’s too scared of me, so when he does, he stays in the doorway. Which means Piper has gotten used to me doing all kinds of obscene things to her, hidden under the covers, as my dad unknowingly looks on.
But this time is different. He’s not content to stop in the doorway anymore. He’s furious, furious enough to overcome his fear, and he crosses the room, preparing to pull me out of bed.
Luckily, it’s a big room, and though he’s pissed off, he’s still scared, so he doesn’t cross it all that quickly. He also doesn’t notice Piper’s clothes on the floor. I guess, in the heap they form, they don’t necessarily jump out as belonging to a girl.
Dad has almost reached me when I grab my gun from my nightstand and cock it at him.
“Take one step closer and I’ll shoot.”
At the same time, I can’t help but thrust two fingers up my girl’s pussy, because with a gun aimed at my dad and a helpless cricket draped around my cock, I’m weirdly turned on.
Not that it’s weird to be turned on by Piper, but I guess most people don’t have the urge to masturbate at the thought of their dad’s head exploding and painting one of their walls red.
Dad stops in his tracks, staring at me in shock.
He can’t possibly be all that shocked, though, can he?
He’s called me a psychopath on more than one occasion, and he’s the one who set me up for a life as a hitman.
If I hadn’t been a monster already, there’s no way I wouldn’t have become desensitized after the seven men and two women I’ve killed or helped kill.
Nevertheless, he definitely is shocked as he stares at the barrel of my gun pointed straight at him.
So is Piper under the covers. She can’t see a thing, but she must have heard my threat, as well as the click of the safety coming off. She also very much feels my stiff cock against her, and my fingers as they pump into her helpless pussy.
She’s probably realizing right now just how deranged I am, and yet, she’s still wet.
“Wh-what are you doing, Quill?” gasps Dad as he stares at me, his features frozen.
“I said,” I growl, “take one step closer and I shoot. In fact, you’d better back the fuck away, right now.”
He swallows hard as he takes a few steps back. “Listen, Quill. I’m not going to beat you up. I just want to talk.”
Dad’s never talked to me except with his fists, so I know that’s bullshit. Well, it was bullshit, though he’s clearly been scared right out of his initial intention.
But I don’t give a fuck about a beating. I can handle a lot worse. Even after the beating just a few hours ago, at Tragen’s hands, which still has me sore all over.
The only thing I care about is the girl I’m currently fingering the fuck out of, and there’s just no way I’ll ever let him see her like this.
If his eyes so much as fall on the blanket that’s currently hiding her, he’s dead.
His eyes land not too far away as his shocked features contort into repulsion.
“Are you… are you masturbating?”
I repress a snort. I guess that’s how the shaking of the blanket over my fingers driving into Piper’s cunt must look to him.
By now, Dad’s edged back to the doorway, and, realizing I’m not going to answer him, he continues nervously, “I wanted to talk about the fuck-up yesterday.”
His eyes are once more glued on the barrel of the gun I still have cocked to his head.
“I realize it’s not your fault,” he adds hastily. “It was Aaron’s, and I understand he’s been dealt with.”
“Tragen put a bullet right through his skull,” I confirm, and I feel my cricket tense at the words, even though she’s dripping at the continued fingering.
She’s being a good girl, not making the least noise or moving in the slightest, which makes me realize she definitely has it in her to do that. And that means some part of her must like the nipple clamps that tug at her with every squirm, since she definitely was not keeping still before.
Dad has also paled, though I’m sure he knows all about Aaron’s death. But he understands my unspoken words: you’re one wrong move away from a bullet in the skull yourself.
“Tragen told me he’s giving you more responsibility from now on, and he’ll increase your pay,” continues Dad, his eyes still fixed on the gun.
“From now on, no one on your team shoots but you. You’ll also get to choose your team henceforth.
Those are all incredible privileges for someone who’s just starting out as a soldier. ”
This time, I don’t repress a snort. “So I guess that’s why you decided to beat my ass.”
His jaw clenches, but he must realize there’s no use denying his initial intention. “I wanted you to understand the consequences, son.”
That word again. “Or maybe, just maybe, you’re fucking jealous everytime I show myself to be the kind of man you’ve always wished you could be, you fucking coward.”
Anger flashes in his eyes before he once more remembers the gun. And I suddenly realized I’ve hit the nail on the head.
All those beatings I took for punching the shit out of the other kids, or now, by getting promoted by Tragen—none of that really was about consequences. Just him, on some desperate power trip, because everything about me reminds him of how weak he really is.
“Get out, Dad,” I lash out.
“Quill,” he stammers, “I’m not done talking…”
“I said,” I roar, “GET THE FUCK OUT!”
And when he still doesn’t move, I move my gun just an inch and pull the trigger, causing a detonation that absolutely destroys the wall beside him.
At the very same time, I give a few hard pumps to my girl, while roughly pinching her clit between my thumb and pinkie.
That’s all she needs to come, but I guess the fear and the arousal from believing I just killed my dad causes her to lose her ability to stay calm for once, and she cries out, her pussy clamping down furiously on my fingers.
But Dad doesn’t even process that sound, his face white as he staggers backward, imagining for a second he’s been shot.
I aim my gun again, this time at his head, and I’ve never seen someone run away as fast as he does. The fucking coward.
I hear loud sobs under the covers, and for once, I really do take pity on Piper. Even though I’m aching for her to suck my cock in this position, I lift her up, undo her restraints and even regretfully remove the butt plug.
She falls against my chest, sobbing loudly, and I grit my teeth, realizing I have only myself to blame for my blue balls. That’s forgotten under the pang of remorse that I feel for the first time as she cries uncontrollably. I guess that shot must have scared her.
“What the fuck was that, Quill?” she shrieks. “What the fuck?”
“Relax, cricket,” I breathe against her. “I didn’t kill him. See? It was just to scare him away.”
“You shot at him,” she accuses, looking at me as if she doesn’t even know me. “You’ve killed people, Quill! You didn’t even show any sadness talking about that guy who got shot in the head!”
She pulls away from me to smack my chest, and even though that would annoy me at any other time, I realize I need to soothe her now.
I need to soothe myself too, because it’s freaking me the fuck out, the way she’s looking at me like I’m a stranger to her.
“Everything’s okay, little cricket,” I murmur, stroking her back. “Look on the bright side.”
“What bride side?” she gulps, tears and snot running down her face.
“You got to come. I wasn’t going to let you, you know.”
One look at her face, and I realize that was definitely not the right thing to say.
“Screw you, Quill!” She’s back to hitting my chest. “You’re a monster!”
“Yes, I am.” I pull her toward me, not even wincing at the continued blows on my already bruised chest. I guess I deserve them. “Your monster.”
Okay. Those were the right words.
I breathe easier as she sags against me, still crying loudly, but clinging to me, too.
“Why are you crying, little cricket?” I ask, though I realize any normal person would know.
And the way she stares up at me, her glasses foggy and also, very haphazardly angled on her face, tells me she thinks I should know too.
“You didn’t want me to touch you while you were under the covers,” I guess. “You didn’t want to come.”
An uneasy lump rises in my throat. As much as I get off on feeling like I’m forcing her, on feeling like she has no choice, the truth is, I’m fully aware she likes it all just as much as me.
I don’t want to actually force her. If I ever realized that I had accidentally gone too far, I would never be able to forgive myself.
So I exhale in relief when she admits, “I did want to come. But I didn’t want you to shoot your dad at the same time. Couldn’t you at least have waited a minute?”
Her mouth twitches at her own joke, and I kiss that shadow of a smile until it splits into a real one.
“I shot next to my dad,” I correct her, and she rolls her eyes. “I would definitely have waited a minute, otherwise. I’m not that bad.”
The last of my uneasiness is gone as I hug her to me. I haven’t lost her after all. She realizes the depths of my monstrosity, and she still wants me.
In fact, she’s more than a little monstrous herself, making a joke about me nearly killing my dad less than five minutes after the fact.
My own little monster.
“Seriously, though, Quill, I’m scared,” she whimpers against my neck. “You’re in danger.”
“I can take care of myself.”
My arms are like bands of steel, holding her to me, drinking in the delicious sensation of her body folded into mine. This feels almost as good as sex.
No. Better.
“You’re killing people,” she whispers in my ear, “and if you fuck up, you could get shot. Like that man… Aaron.”
“They wouldn’t shoot me,” I attempt to reassure her. “I’m one of their best.”
She’s back to tensing in my arms. “You are?”
I guess she gleans the subtext. I’m good at killing people. Maybe she’s feeling weird about being in the arms of a coldblooded killer.
No, she’s still worried about me, I realize the next second. “You’re not just saying that, are you?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
I hug her to me even closer, basically crushing her, but she’s holding onto me just as fiercely. “You don’t have to worry. I’m their best soldier, and you’re my best girl. My only girl. I’ll always protect you. Believe me.”
“I don’t care about me,” she murmurs. “Only you.”
“Same thing.” I draw myself up so I’m sitting straight, still hugging her for dear life. “I will make sure nothing ever happens to me, because if it did, I couldn’t protect you. And I will protect you. I will spend the rest of our life together being your silent protector.”
“You’re not all that silent anymore,” she mumbles against my chest, sounding like she’s about to fall asleep. And I guess she is, because that session was definitely intense.
“Chatterbox yourself,” I grin, but she’s already snoring.