Chapter Nine #4
I leaned down, unzipping her skirt from the side and pulling the material down and off her legs.
I stepped out of my jeans as I ran my hands up her legs, her skin smooth as silk, as if she’d just freshly waxed.
She let out a moan at the feeling. I grabbed the sides of her underwear, yanking the thin bit of material so roughly, Maurelle screamed in delight as the pieces of lace ripped to pieces.
I ran my finger down the slit of her pussy, pushing down on the area I knew would send her into overdrive.
She arched her back, her nipples pebbling as I found the spot that needed attention the most. Her hands went up to the sheets above her head, fisting so that she had something to grip onto.
I knelt between her legs, pulling her thighs up and dragging her ass down to the edge of the bed.
She pulled the sheet with her, the material wrapped around her arms and head like a cape.
My tongue dove in between her lips. She arched her back up off the bed again, her hips trying to join in.
I held one hip down as my tongue located her clit.
She screamed out as I let my teeth graze over the sensitive tissue.
Her breathy pants were enough to make my cock strain and wish it was buried inside of her, yet again. I wanted to push this out, who knows what she’d do to me after we were done. I had every intention of making her cum more than once, and maybe have her at my mercy for once.
Her thighs closed in on the sides of my head but it didn’t stop me from pushing another finger in and hooking my fingertips upward.
Her pussy squeezed my fingers as I felt her hips buck in a rhythm that told me she was about to explode.
I pushed a third finger in and immediately the scream that erupted from her told me she’d burst. She grunted as she ground herself into the mattress as her hips rotated over and over again.
Slowly, her body relaxed as the release melted her.
I got up, grabbing her by the knees and yanking her legs up.
Her back was buried into the mattress as I pushed my cock into her without warning.
She gasped, her eyes wide, as she looked up at me with shock.
I didn’t push into her slowly, I shoved my cock into her so fast, I felt her pussy pulsate around me.
She was so fucking tight. Tighter than I would think someone her age would be.
I let her pussy slowly stretch around me before I pulled my cock out and thrust back in.
I started to pound into her for dear life, the need to fill her with my seed more than I could fathom.
How could she be a murderous black widow? How could I be so obsessed with her when I had taken an oath to work against her kind?
I powered into her, fucking her into the mattress. The sheet was wrapped around her still, as her hair stuck to her face, her eyes rolling back into her head. I gripped her hips as I angled her waist in a way that I could get deeper into her.
God … how did she feel so fucking good?
She tried to get up, but I gripped the sheet with one hand and pulled it up so she was caught in it, as I hammered my cock into her, over and over again.
Her pussy clasped around me, her moans turning guttural as I felt my balls tingle. I rubbed a thumb over her clit just as she screamed out, her legs tensing as her pussy squeezed me so tightly that I immediately felt my cock explode into her. I grunted as my release left me and shot deep into her.
I could barely breathe as I tried to regain my composure. I pulled from her and landed beside her on the bed. Our breathing was the only sound in the room as I lay next to the black widow who haunted my dreams, who made me commit crimes to protect her or her daughter.
I knew right here and now that I would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe. No matter how crazy and unethical it was.
Maurelle
Kane was in the bathroom, leaving me alone in his bedroom. It felt like I should leave, escape from him and go about my life again, under the radar, but my body wouldn’t move.
I got up and pulled the sheet back down over the top of the mattress.
I laid on one side of the bed, letting the air cool my sweaty body, and waiting for Kane to come back.
I had no idea what I was doing here, just laying here, allowing him to be in control of me.
Yet, he was the only man I trusted not to fuck me over, or beat me, or do something I didn’t want.
I liked the way he told me with his hands in my hair what he wanted.
He was the first one I liked tasting as I sucked on his cock like a lollipop.
What was happening to me?
He came back into the room, towering in the doorframe, his wide shoulders only just fitting in the frame.
I liked the peppering of hair on his chest, some of the hair was turning gray, before the hair on his head.
The first part of him that showed his age.
His body still had the outline of his abs, possibly from a six pack when he was younger.
Every inch of him was muscle, and I loved how goddamn good he looked naked.
Kane didn’t say anything. He moved over to the bed and laid down beside me. It felt nice to have him just lay there, and not say a thing. Our breathing mingled in the air together, until I felt safe enough to fall asleep. The darkness was taking me and I allowed it.
“I told you to clean this up,” I heard his voice, deep and dark, from behind me as I tensed. I turned around to see his face, eyes glassy from his drunken state, as he towered over me. “What do you do all day?”
“I’m sorry, Randall,” I said, my voice shaking with fear. “I’ll clean it now.”
“Why do you not do as I tell you?” he asked, grabbing my head, and pulling me closer. I could smell the rum on his breath as he pulled me so tight that I could feel his nails digging into my scalp.
“I’m sorry, Randall.”
Tears pricked at my eyes, even though I knew he hated it when I cried. I couldn’t help it as pain laced through my head.
“You will clean this up and come upstairs and perform your wifely duties,” he said through gritted teeth, before pushing me away from him.
Tears fell down my cheeks as I turned to clean up the plates in the dish rack from last night.
They were clean, but because I’d not put them away, I hadn’t ‘cleaned’ up.
I made sure to slowly put them away so the crockery didn’t clack against each other.
That was another trigger of his. He hated when I made loud sounds.
When the last plate was away, I took a deep breath, wiping the tears from my eyes before I moved up the stairs, knowing what was waiting for me. When he drank rum, he was a monster.
But it was better than what waited for me at the compound that he had rescued me from.
I should be thankful. I didn’t want to turn out to be like my mother, being sold over and over again to different men, each more aggressive than the one before.
I opened the door to see him standing with his shirt opened, his smooth chest on display as he waited for me.
“Hurry up,” he barked at me. I slid into the room and waited for him to tell me what he wanted.
He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and landing his open mouth on mine.
He was covering my nose, to the point I struggled to breathe as he sloppily kissed me.
I could taste the rum on his tongue, enough for me to want to gag.
Randall pulled himself back up and he pushed me toward the bed.
I threw my hands out to stop myself from falling face first on the bed.
His hand pushed down on the middle of my back so my arms collapsed under me and my face was being pushed into the bed.
I struggled against it but it was no use.
With his free hand, he threw my dress up over my back and yanked my panties off.
The elastic of the underwear pulled up violently against my clit and forced me to scream out in pain.
“Shut up,” he yelled at me, smacking me on the ass so hard I could feel the cheek burn from the impact.
I turned my head to the side, pushing up a little from the mattress so I could breathe just as I felt him nudge his cock at my dry-as-the-sahara-desert pussy and push himself into me.
I screamed as my pussy lips ripped from the pressure.
He didn’t stop until he pushed his half erect cock into me, the alcohol affecting him in more ways than one.
He continued to fuck me, groaning in pleasure, as I cried out in pain.
“Argh!” he grunted as he pulled out from me. “You filthy bitch!”
I turned around to see what he was upset about, only to see that his flaccid cock was covered in blood. He’d cut me open so deep that I’d bled onto him.
“You whore,” he spat at me. “You want to get bloody, then you’ll be bloody.”
He grabbed a knife that he kept in his bedside table for protection and held it against my throat. I shuddered, because I knew he would use it too. The coolness of the blade was held against my throat, the sharp tip cutting into my skin.
“Please,” I begged him. “Please, let me make you feel good, please…”
“Oh, you want to be a whore tonight?” he asked. “I should have known, after all, look where I got you from. Go on, whore, make me cum. But know…if you don’t…I’ll cut your tits off.”
I sank down to my knees and took his limp dick into my hands, trying to wipe the blood from it.
“Suck it, bitch,” he yelled at me, the knife digging into my neck. “It’s your own mess, suck it clean.”
I shuddered as I pulled his soft cock into my mouth, the tangy copper taste of my own blood flooded my mouth as I tried to get him hard.
I knew by the way he was sighing, and grunting, that he wasn’t getting hard from it.
He was too far gone. Tears ran down my cheeks as I realized I was going to be adding to my scars tonight.
I pumped his cock with my fist, and I could hear his annoyance multiply.
“You useless whore,” he sneered. “You can’t even make me cum. What good are you?”
He grabbed me by the throat, squeezing tight, cutting off the air as I tried to move out of his grasp.
“I should send you back and get a good one,” he said.
“No, please.”
There was no greater fear than being sent back. I knew what happened to those women who got sent back. It was worse than this.
“Did I say you could speak?” he asked me, his eyes dark and scary.
I felt the slap before his hand smacked against my cheek, my face twisting to the side.
The burning that followed made me want to cry out.
I slowly looked up at him, just as I felt his fist land on my jaw, sending me sprawling onto the bed.
“Now, I’ll take my goods before you ruin the night,” he said, just as I felt his cock nudge at my entrance again, but he was softer than a pot of yogurt. “And if I don’t fit, I’ll cut you open.”
Immediately, I felt his cock harden at the thought of cutting me. He pulled the knife back up and held it against my neck.
“Matter of fact, I might just do it anyway.”
I screamed out as I felt the blade enter my skin.
“No!” I screamed out, reaching for the air around me. I was sweaty as I looked around at the unfamiliar place.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I heard his voice behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist as I turned quickly to look into his worried face. “You’re safe.”
I didn’t feel safe. I was in the arms of the man who would see me behind bars. And yet, I knew I was safe here, with him.
“Sorry,” I said, making a move to get off the bed. “I should go.”
“Stay,” he said, his hand going to mine.
I laced my fingers through his and let him drag me back onto the bed.
I didn’t say anything as I let him guide me down to where he laid.
He cradled me in his arms, rolling me to face him.
I wrapped my arm around his waist, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely safe.
I looked up at his eyes, and he smoothed a piece of errant hair behind my ear.
“Why couldn’t I have met you back then?” I asked, not expecting a response.
His lips found mine, and he kissed me softly, his tongue playing with mine, teasing me with what it could feel like to take it slow.
I felt, for the first time, that I wanted to stay.
I wanted him to show me what it would feel like to be normal for one night.
I moved my hand up to cup his face as I deepened the kiss, needing to be close to him.
Kane Garrick was going to make it all better, for tonight anyway. After the sun came up, I’d resume my evil and twisted ways, but for now, I’d be simply the woman starved of love and affection.