Four Months Later
It’s been four months since I met Scarlett, and we discovered our love for similar activities. Since then, we have used our time wisely and spent much of it either fucking or killing people then fucking.
We found a rhythm. She gets one, then I do. Each time we use her hotel room and then her cleaners fix our mistakes. They make sure we aren’t caught, and that everything is wiped clean. No camera footage. No fingerprints or evidence left behind. It’s almost like it never happened.
I can’t believe it’s been this long already. Four months with the love of my life. Her psychotic self is nothing short of amazing. She’s perfect. She’s mine.
I walk into the bedroom of the hotel room. We still use it to meet each other even now. Sure, we’ve been to each other’s houses a few times, but there is something about this place that makes it special.
Bending over the chair next to the bed is Scarlett as she lets this man finger her pussy while she straddles his lap. I can see the knife from here behind his back. She’s fucking his hand while she waited on me. The sweet woman took her time just for me.
She glances over her shoulder to find me watching her. My sweatpants hang low on my hips and my crop top barely covers my breasts. She winks at me, then turns back toward the man beneath her. He has no idea what’s coming his way.
I make my way across the room and stop just behind his chair. I reach forward and grip her chin and tilt it up so I can see her face. The man notices and glances up at me with a drugged smile. Another woman to fuck is all he’s thinking, I’m sure.
“Hey, kitten. Having some fun till I got here?”
“Yes, sir,” she practically purrs the words.
Fuck, she is perfect. I smile at her and rub a thumb across her lower lip.
“Such a good girl for me.”
I release her chin and round the chair so I’m behind her.
I take off my clothes and toss them to the bed.
I’m left standing in nothing but my strap.
I notch the cock at her entrance and then slide into her slowly alongside his fingers.
The man is momentarily shocked but doesn’t stop moving inside of her.
She tilts her head back as she bucks into both his fingers and my cock. Such a perfect kitten. Her back arches and I rub along her hips and across her ass as I pump into her. Giving her the pleasure she’s seeking.
The man is completely unaware as she leans back into me.
I pull her back to my front and smile when she kisses my neck.
When she leans back forward, the knife is slamming into his chest, straight into his heart.
She pulls it out quickly and blood pours from the wound.
A few more stabs and it doesn’t take long for the body to stop moving beneath her.
His fingers slide from her pussy as I fuck into her. His limp form is nothing but a seat for her as I rail her. That perfect pussy, taking what I give her. She’s my little kitten and I fuck her like such.
She reaches for her clit and I reach for her breasts. Tweaking and pulling each nipple as the stimulation from all sides sends her crashing around the dildo inside of her. She cries out and I continue my movements even when she falters and falls forward.
I grip her hips and slam into her again and again as her body cums long and hard for me.
Her moans and ecstasy fill the room as I fuck her still.
Another wave must crash over her right after the last one ends because she drops the knife in her palm to the floor and cries out as she grips the chair in white knuckles.
The perfect little kitten and the strongest orgasm I’ve seen her have.
When she finally comes down from her high, I slow my hips and then remove the cock. I drop the strap to the floor and then grip her hips before leaning down to kiss along her spine. Her body trembles from the after effects and I smile against her skin.
I did that. I made her cum so hard that she is shaking and I bet she can’t even stand on her own. She looks exhausted and I note the yawn as she relaxes fully against the dead man in front of her.
“Okay. Time for a shower and bed. Message them and then I will get you cleaned up.”
She doesn’t reply. She just picks her phone up from the table beside the chair and sends off the message. They are on standby like always and while we are cleaning up, so will they.
I help her stand up slowly. Holding her back to my front as I push her in the direction of the bathroom. Shower turned on. Stepping into the stream. The blood washes away slowly.
We probably won’t get away with murder forever. We may even need to move one day if we want to keep this up. For now, we can just enjoy the beauty of the blood and the thrill of the murder with each other.
Ipull her into my side and she lays her head on my chest. Her body immediately relaxes into mine as we lay in the bed together. She’s tired. I am too. But first I need to do something.
“Kitten?”
“Yes, Daddy?” she answers me softly.
“Can I ask you something, or are you too tired right now?”
“What is it?” She yawns.
“I know we have only known each other for less than six months now. That we found each other under very difficult circumstances. I wanted to kill you, you wanted to kill me. Well, we didn’t do it. Neither of us could go through with it. Now, here we are.”
“Get to the question. I’m tired.”
Her tired voice makes me pause. Maybe I should wait. She’s sleepy. She stirs at my side and I look down to find her resting her chin on her hand across my chest so she can see me. I smile.
“You are so perfect, kitten. For me, I mean. I’ve waited so long to find someone to share my life with. To spend the rest of eternity with you by my side is worth it all. I’d give it all up for you.”
“I love you. I want to ask you to marry me. Will you marry me, Scarlett?”
I grip the ring box in my palm and then lay it on my chest, right in front of her face. Her eyes are wide as she stares at the offending red velvet box. She lifts her head and frees her hand to grab the box.
She opens the lid and staring back at her is a red ruby so deep that it reminds me of her in every sense. A drop of blood. Her name. That red dress she wore the very first time I met her.
It’s all about her now, and this is my next move. Our happily ever after. She smiles as she lifts the ring from the box and slides it onto her left ring finger. She admires it in the low light of the room before looking back at me.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, Daddy. I would love to marry you.”
“Thank fuck,” I sigh in relief.
She chuckles, and then we are claiming each other’s lips. Kissing so deeply that I swear everything is spinning. I push her onto her back and then climb over her without ever breaking our kiss. She’s tired, but I’m needy.
I need to taste her on my tongue before she can go to sleep. My fiance. She said yes. She agreed to a marriage with a psychopath. She agreed to marry me.
So I slid between her legs. She smiles down at me as I claim her clit. Sucking and flicking it with my tongue as she wraps her fingers in my hair. I will make her cum all over my face while she wears my ring.
I did it. I asked her to marry me and she said yes. This is the first step to the rest of our lives and it can only get better from here on out.
Two psychos. One life. Forever and ever.