Chapter Nine
Bennett
Fifty minutes later I walk through the door of my abandoned warehouse to find Barclay exactly where I left him; tied to a chair in the middle of the space. He didn’t make it far after the hospital, I followed him to his house and we took a nice little trip, just the two of us.
“Thanks for waiting for me.”
A garbled, “Fuck you,” is mumbled around the gag in his mouth.
It’s really pointless seeing as there’s no one else around here.
It’s an added benefit of being stinking rich and owning half the buildings in the city; this little warehouse slips under the radar.
But, if anyone did look into it, all the papers lead you to believe it’s used to store equipment, of which a global security company has plenty — there’s even some scattered around for good measure.
“Now, now, now, is that any way to speak to your host?” Another slew of garbled words leave his mouth and I’ve had enough, time to remove the gag.
“What do you want?” he asks the minute I remove the fabric from his mouth.
“That’s original,” I mutter, it’s always the same questions from them all. “Peyton.” His eyes widen at the name.
“You were at the hospital,” he declares.
“I was. You know, I actually have to thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I never would have met Peyton.
Now, unfortunately for you, introducing me — inadvertently — to the woman I plan on spending the rest of my life with is not going to help you.
Your fate was sealed when you decided to take away a woman’s right to say no, when you thought you were above right and wrong. ”
“I-I-I no, you have the wrong person.”
“No, I don’t. I never do.”
“You’re…oh God, no, you’re him,” he cries.
“I am,” I nod, “which means you know what’s about to happen to you, and let me tell you, it’s not going to be pretty.” I walk over to the table where I keep my tools; I always find it raises the fear factor when they can see what’s coming.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” he asks as I pick up the cigar cutter and my favorite pairing knife.
“Well, you see,” I start, “you broke into Peyton’s house, you touched things that belong to her — for that I’m going to remove your fingers.
” He whimpers at my words. “Then, you looked at her in the hospital, you dared to lay your eyes on what’s mine — for that I’m going to remove your eyes.
” He’s full on sobbing now. “And for every other woman that you violated? I’m going to remove your cock.
I’m quite sure when you were abusing them they wished they could castrate you, so I’m going to make their wishes come true.
” And I’ll enjoy every minute. “Ever played the game ‘this little piggy’?”
***
I quietly walk through the front door a little after midnight.
I changed my clothes at the warehouse once I disposed of the body — it’ll be found in a couple of days — but I’ve still got a lot of his blood on me; he was a squirter, and a screamer.
Christ, did he scream. I make my way upstairs and to my room, my plan to wash off in the master bath.
I walk into the bedroom to find Peyton and the cat curled up together asleep.
He raises his head and chirps a greeting at me as I walk further into the room, I’m definitely warming to him.
I close the door behind me so I don’t disturb Peyton and turn on the shower.
I strip off my clothes and throw them in the hamper then make my way into the shower.
The water is turning a pink color when I hear the door open.
Shit, I should have used the guest room.
I’m not used to having someone in my space.
“Oh my God, Bennett. What happened?” She comes running into the shower still in her sexy little pajamas and my cock perks up at the thought of taking her when her body is all wet. Her hands run over my skin, checking for where the injury is, an injury I don’t have.
“It’s not my blood. I’m okay,” I reassure her. Her eyes fly to mine.
“What the hell happened?” she demands.
“It’s nothing for you to worry about, just something at work.”
“You come home covered in blood and it’s nothing for me to worry about? Are you serious right now?”
“Peyton,” I say, my eyes narrowing on her and my voice firm, “with some of the jobs I work, this is going to happen. I’m not going to explain myself to you; just know that I’m okay and nothing is wrong.”
“You’re an asshole,” she mutters as she goes to walk past me and out of the shower.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I grab her arm and pull her back to me.
“Away from you.”
“Oh, I don’t think so, sweetheart.” I want to laugh at the outraged look she throws me, instead I pin her to the wall and press my body against hers.
“If you think I’m about to have sex with you, you can think again. You’ll be lucky if I stay in this house another minute, let alone sleep with you.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” I murmur as my lips close over hers and my tongue thrusts into her mouth.
She tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let her, my body restraining hers.
My hand fumbles with her little sleep shorts and I pull the wet fabric down her body, the material landing with a wet slap to the shower floor.
“You want me, sweet girl,” I say pulling back from her slightly.
“No.”
“Yeah, you do, you want me almost as much as I want you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Gladly,” I chuckle and sink a finger inside her.
“Hmmm, so wet for me. You can deny wanting this all you want, but your body is begging for me to fuck it. Again, and again, and again.” I pull my finger from her — she’s wet enough to take me — and line my cock up with her pussy.
With one thrust I’m inside her, her wet cunt taking my entire length.
My head drops to her shoulder and a groan leaves my body.
Every time with her, every single fucking time, is exquisite, it’s like coming home.
“I might like your cock, but it doesn’t mean I like you,” she moans as I begin to move. I lick a path up her neck, my lips making their way to her ear.
“You might not want to like me, but you do,” I pant as my thrusts begin to pick up speed and I fuck her against the shower wall.
“You like the way I make you feel.” I grind down on her clit, my cock buried deep inside her.
“Like the way I take that control from you. We’re fucking perfect for each other, so stop fighting this and let me in.
Give me this,” I say placing my hand over her heart. “Give me all of you.”
I stop holding back and fuck her like the savage I am, her body moves up the wall with every thrust, her nails scrape along my back, leaving marks I’ll wear with pride.
I feel her cunt tightening around me and know she’s close.
My hands move to the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs wider so I can thrust impossibly deeper.
She screams her release as she clamps down on my cock and pleasure engulfs me at the feeling of her orgasm, every pulse of her walls pulls me closer and closer to my own release.
“Yesss,” I hiss as my balls draw up and I shoot my load inside her, thrusting every drop I have into her cunt.
“Fucking take it all. It’s yours.” I bury my head in the crook of her neck while I try to regain my strength.
Sex with Peyton is out of this world. I’ve never come as hard in my life as I do when I’m with her — not even as a randy teenager when I first discovered porn.
“Meeeoooowwww!” I jump at the intrusive sound and Peyton laughs in my arms.
“I’m okay, D’Artagnan.”
He chirps a slightly less aggressive meow in response, but he still doesn’t sound happy.
“We should move, he’s not going anywhere until I’m out of this shower.
” I can see his little body the other side of the frosted shower screen, he’s pacing up and down, waiting for her — I don’t blame him, I’d be doing the same thing.
We’re both desperate to spend as much time as we can with the woman in our life.
I don’t know when it happened, or even how it happened, but Peyton is it for me.
She’s mine and nothing will take her away from me.