Theres Been an Accident
There”s Been an Accident
twenty-three
There”s Been an Accident
My heart surges at Charlie’s support, even though what I’m about to do is so fucked up. The only remorse that I feel about the whole situation is who I could’ve turned into had this not happened. I was already broken and emotionally stunted, but now I’m a bent puzzle piece that will never fit correctly in its spot. Forever changed.
I just hope that this will satisfy all the anger within me. The hatred that has planted itself there for all the women in this world who told someone no that didn’t listen and weren’t able to claim their own justice. I feel for them. I want to give them that justice. But I’ll start with my own. Right here and now.
The rivulets of red flowing down his side to meet the dirt below catch my eye. It feels like even his own blood can’t stand its connection to him. Watching it leave his body is therapeutic, like I’m cleansing him of his debauchery, one drop at a time. I make another puncture to the other side of his stomach to watch a new river forge its path along his skin. His renewed strength in his thrashing pulls me out of my trance and back to the present.
Obviously, I can’t torture him forever, nor do I want to, but I’m not a trained assassin, either. What the hell am I going to do with his body? I can’t bury him here. It’ll be the first place they look for him after he’s inevitably reported missing. Most likely by his mother, who he still lives with in the next town over.
The wave of panic tries to take over, but I swallow it down. I’m getting ahead of myself with this spiral. I need to actually kill him before I worry about what to do with him. I don’t want to just shoot him. That’s too quick. Stabbing him to death would be too messy. Dragging him behind a horse is intriguing enough, though.
Whistling, I call Sasha from the barn to me. She wasn’t tied, though she knows how to undo simple knots when she needs to make a quick get away. The little sneak was always running off after rides when we were both younger. She comes trotting up to me, stopping only a few feet away.
“You ever watch those old medieval movies where the criminals would get tied up between horses and pulled apart? I think that might be a fitting end for you.”
“Are you insane? You’ll never get away with this.”
“Oh, sweetie, I will because your little vandalization gave me a great story to spin, so thanks for that.”
Charlie applies more pressure to Brad’s throat, probably to keep him from mouthing off. Although I selfishly wish the rat would mouth off so that I had a real time excuse for letting my anger get the best of me. Of course, I already have plenty of reason to want to knock the absolute fuck out of him, but his begging and acting like he’s a decent person is getting on my last nerve. Shut up and just fucking take it, the way he expected me to do when he forced himself on me.
“Personally, I think you should shoot him. Not fatally, of course, but maybe in the shoulder or something. That way when I knock his ass out and tie him to your horse, it’ll look like he was running away when we caught him messing around out here.” Charlie surprises me with his well-thought-out plan. I never would have pegged him as the scheming or vindictive type. He comes off so pure, so straight laced. I mean, just from looking at him, not so much, but his personality is so golden retriever that you’d think his hands would be sparkling clean. Guess not. Clearly, he’s more of the German Shepherd type.
“That’s not a bad idea, cowboy, though I didn’t have you pegged as someone willing to side against the law.” I smirk up at him.
“When are you going to accept that I would destroy everything that I am to make sure you are safe? You’re the only thing that matters to me. Now please, stand up because he doesn’t deserve the heaven you’re giving him right now. Letting him see the wet stain that our mixed cum left on your pants; that’s mine to worship.”
He grabs Brad by the shoulders to prop him into a sitting position with little resistance. He’s facing away from the barn as if he was fleeing. It’ll make our explanation easier when the blood splatter matches our story. “How good is your aim?” Charlie motions toward the gun with a tilt of his head.
In response, I aim for the closest inanimate object which happens to be an old box television that explodes when my bullet makes impact with the dead center of the screen. I’ll have to clean up that glass later so the animals don’t get hurt, but the cool factor was well worth it.
“Okay… forget I asked,” Charlie says raising his hand skyward in mock innocence. A cocky smirk threatens to overtake my face, but I swallow that shit down, maintaining my fake scowl toward him, feeling like a complete badass.
Without delaying this any longer, I place the next bullet through Brad’s left shoulder, making him cry out in agony. Yeah, I bet that didn’t feel too hot. Now, let the fun begin. I grab the reins to Sasha’s bridle and tie them around his hand, just one, though, because this needs to be believable. I’m not trying to go to jail for this asshole.
“Get on the horse, Brad.” I keep my gun trained on him for special motivation.
“Fuck you, bitch. You just shot me.” His right hand that’s unbound goes to cradle his wound. Another cry leaves him when Charlie makes to castrate him with his spur digging into his crotch mercilessly.
“I’d suggest you do as you’re told, and watch your fucking mouth. Up you go, dickhead.” Instead of doing what most would do in his situation, Brad hauls back and spits on Charlie, showing what a disrespectful and stupid cunt he can be. Poking his tongue into the side of his cheek and sucking air through his teeth in an attempt to keep his cool, Charlie just looks down at the wet spot on his pants before quickly connecting his fist with Brad’s jaw. The sound of bone shattering echoes between us because he doesn’t stop with just one hit. No, he draws back to slam into his face over and over again.
I can’t move to stop him. My widened eyes leave me in a trance-like state watching him lose control to defend me. I’m an independent woman to a fault. Hell, that’s why I tried to run away at the first sign of trouble when Charlie showed up at the dairy bar that day. This whole situation didn’t have a whole lot of good, and of course, I wish I would’ve gotten to this point without this experience. However, I understand now how emotionally stunted I have been, and how much I needed someone to fight for me and love me the way this man does. I swear, if we get out of this unscathed, I’m going to put my all into this relationship with him. He deserves that much from me, and I plan to give him more than that.
Charlie’s muscles flexing with each swing draws the air from my lungs. He looks like the perfect villain, dark and depraved. But is he really a villain if he’s doing something “bad” for the right reasons? I don’t think so. I think that makes him one of the best. My own personal hero. The best part would be that he knows when to step aside and let me save myself. This feels personal for him right now, though, so I don’t interrupt.
He stands up straight, breathing heavily and shaking the blood off of his busted knuckles. Starting to turn around, I begin to think that he’s let off enough steam, and we can finish this when the heel of his boot along with the spur attached to it make a home out of Brad’s balls. The impact is so intense that his jeans get ripped, and Charlie pulls away only to kick backward again. The fabric of his gray boxers begins to turn red as the liquid absorbs. The skin of his balls is mangled, the blood pooling quickly. It must have caught the thin skin just right and ripped free with a fierce pull, severing some vessels. Brad doesn’t even have time to scream before the pain overtakes him. His eyes go wide, and he slumps forward. Lights out.
“Damn, baby. That was harsh as fuck, but I think I loved it. You ready to finish this for good?”
“Hell yes I am. Let’s get him mounted and send him on his way. I think it would look better too if you put another hole in him to knock him off as she runs down the trail. Let her drag him and make those wounds look like they occurred naturally with no interference on our part.”
“Come up with that on the fly, did you? It’s diabolical, but I trust you. Don’t let us get caught for this.”
***
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“Yes, send an officer as soon as you can. There’s been an accident and a break in.” The panic in my voice isn’t forced. Fear floods my veins, making the frantic beat of my heart on par with a stampede between my ears. It’s almost loud enough to drown out the dispatcher asking for the address, but I make it through the rest of the phone call with a shaky voice as she informs me that they’re sending an ambulance, too, just in case.
When the officer arrives, we take him through the details of the attack as well as the destruction that is my tack room. It’s not the same officer that questioned me the first time I went to the station after Brad’s initial arrest, and I’m grateful for that. He was nice, and I don’t think I’d be able to lie to him as easily. Really, though, most of it is the truth. He did destroy my property and attack us unprovoked. The semantics behind his demise will die with Charlie and me, though. Brad will be remembered as the worthless psycho he really was, and no one else will be hurt from his hand.
The EMTs declared him dead on arrival which was the best case scenario for us. Dead men tell no tales and all that. With no one here to dispute our claims, our story is fact. I’m sure I’ll answer for my crimes in the afterlife, but right now, I’m feeling pretty damn good. I feel like I can breathe for the first time in what feels like forever. Like I don’t have to worry anymore. Like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
Sasha ended up dragging him around for about twenty minutes. It doesn’t sound like a long time, but when a thousand pound animal is pulling your body through the woods, there are obstacles that cause intense damage. His body was so beat up by the time we found Sasha that the beating he got from Charlie was unnoticeable. The officers elicited our help to calm the horse down enough to get him untangled from her, so we got a front row seat to his condition. I did my best to look disturbed at the sight when inside, my chest was soaring. Not because I’m some sick person, but I truly believe he got what was coming to him.
By the time the officers got all they needed and left the property, exhaustion was taking over. We cleaned up the tack room as best we could, but we’ll have to buy some new saddle racks. There were also a few saddle blankets that he cut up which pissed me off because those things aren’t cheap. I should’ve stabbed his ass a third time just for that.
“You hungry? We can go to the restaurant and I’ll cook for you? Like our first date.” Charlie wraps his arms around me from behind as we walked through the front door, discarding our boots.
“I don’t know if I want to eat right now. I feel more tired than anything.”
“Well what do you say about letting me take you up to my place for a day or two tomorrow? I just don’t want you to be wallowing here. You need to get your mind off of everything.”
“That does sound kind of nice. I’d need to check with Kate to make sure she’s going to be okay staying here alone and that she’ll take care of the animals while I’m gone.” I strip while heading to the shower to wash this day and all its reminders down the drain where they belong.
I turn to see that Charlie hasn’t been following. “You coming, cowboy? I’m sure you’d like a shower, too.” His eyes darken, and his shirt is ripped over his head by one hand, showcasing all of his delicious muscles and tattoos, some of them even splattered with dried blood. Whether it’s his or not, I don’t care to ask. It only serves to improve his appearance anyway.
This might be the only time since I’ve lived in this house that I’m sort of grateful for the slow rising water temperature. It gives me all the time I could want to ogle Charlie in what I’m sure will be a rare form. Staring at each other like we’re two boxers circling the other at the beginning of a match. Two predators looking for an opening to strike.
Charlie’s hands go to undo his belt without his eyes ever leaving mine. His tongue traces his bottom lip like a hyena licking its chops before a bleeding gazelle. Too bad he hasn’t learned yet that I’m no gazelle.
“Just what do you plan to do with that belt?” The devilish smirk that curves the right side of his mouth skyward clues me into the fact that it’s probably something juicy.
“Might make you a pretty collar, little brat. Would you like that?” He proceeds to loop the end through the buckle to begin the loop without actually securing it. Three calculated steps later, he stands directly in front of me and places the leather halo over my head to rest on the tops of my shoulders. Pulling the slack taught, my throat is thoroughly collared, and my pussy is already soaking.
Charlie holds pressure on the belt and lowers the other hand to spread my lips and gather my arousal. A primal groan rumbles from him, and his eyes don’t leave mine even when he brings his dripping fingers to paint my lips with my own wetness. Not a minute after, his lips are claiming mine in devilish passion, taking everything I can give without restraint. This kiss is ownership. I am his, but he is mine, too. Coppery tang fills my mouth, mixing with the sweet taste of me.
It’s only after we pull apart to catch our breath that I realize the blood came from his bottom lip where I bit him. He doesn’t complain, though. If anything, he looks like a deranged beast that’s just been uncaged. I back up a few steps to the counter top that holds the sink and prop my ass atop it, giving him come get me eyes.
“Tell me what you want, Charlie.” His eyes follow my hand that lowers to my center, playing with my clit just to tease him.
“I want to fuck you with my tongue until your legs are quaking around my shoulders.”
My head falls back to meet the mirror behind me as the thought of his naughty words sinks in at the same time I impale myself with my fingers. I’ve never been great at fingering myself. The right angle has always been too evasive. Just to tease him, though, it’ll do the trick.
“Crawl to me then.” The cocked eyebrow makes him look like the perfect bad boy, but I won’t give in on this. I like to be in charge, too, dammit.
“On. Your. Knees.” I use the hand not buried in my slick pussy to gesture him to the floor and blow him a sweet kiss, enjoying this entirely too much. I can see the urge to resist warring within him. He wants to punish me deeply. Too fucking bad. This is my time. It’s funny to me that he calls me his little brat, but he’s acting like one right now. How the tables have turned.
Seeing him sink to his knees and look up at me through his lashes does things to me. I feel immense power and triumph in this moment. There is no doubt in my mind that he would do this for no one else. Only me. His queen. His madame.
“I will kneel at your feet for eternity, if only to commit the look on your face to the recesses of my brain forever. I want to make you feel the way you do right now for the rest of my life. If that means I give up my control to hand it over to you, then so be it. You can have it all. Now, tell me what to do from here.”
“Crawl to me, and feast on this cunt like it’s your last meal.”
The moments of waiting for him to reach me were tortuous, like his own little fuck you to me. Drawing out the anticipation for his own enjoyment. I swear, even when he’s not in control, he is. The asshole is a dom to his core, and I’m obsessed with every part of him.
His mouth assaults my pussy just like I knew he would. Switching from worshiping it with long kisses and languid licks one second and slaughtering it the next with his teeth and powerful suction. The back and forth keeps my body from adjusting to one rhythm, amping up my orgasm ten fold. My thighs start to quiver, moans caught in my throat, unable to release.
His fingernails dig into my hips, drawing a map that only he can follow, pulling his treasure closer to him with each thrust of his tongue. I can feel his smile releasing his delicious suction over my clit when he notices how close I am to unraveling. I try to hold it back, but it’s inevitable. He knows how to make my body do his bidding.
“It’s okay, little brat. Don’t hold back. I want you to detonate. Do it now. All over my face.” With that, he dives back in with abandon. Looping his arms over the tops of my thighs to keep me plastered to his face, unable to escape him.
“It’s too much. I can’t—”
“You can take it. You will take it.” The demand in his voice leaves no room to argue, and the intensity in his actions takes me prisoner. My body is alight. Spots dart across my vision. Tingles glisten from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes which curl without effort. I try to pull him off me by the roots of his hair, but he just sucks harder, shaking his head between my thighs. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. The orgasm is bordering on painful now. A scream launches itself from deep within my chest before I feel the floodgates open, and his face is soaked with me.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” He stands and plunges his tongue into my mouth, pulling my hair back to deepen his kiss. Our chests meet with every inhale as I still try to catch my breath. “You did so good for me.”
“You make a pretty good submissive yourself.” I smirk and wink at him. He just pulls the belt that’s still around my neck to remind me who the real sub is here. It only makes me laugh. Playing with him brings such lightness to my entire being. It’s one of those moments where if you think too long about it, tears will begin to fall because you realize how lucky you really are. It’s one of those perfect little moments that the movies make you believe happen all the time, when really, they’re rare as hell, and you have to make the most of them when you find yourself within them.
“I love you, Charlie,” softly leaves my lips as I lift my eyes to his.