Chapter Seven Travis
Chapter Seven
Travis
All that planning for nothing. Today was supposed to be the day. But then Juniper. Sage. Featherstone came into my life and ruined it. I was looking forward to finally being able to calm down and relax after the kill.
I suppose Kevin can count his blessings that he has another day to beg on the streets for money and booze.
I had two hours scheduled for the kill that are now free. I hardly know what to do with myself. The rush from the kill is exhilarating, and I usually schedule self-pleasure time afterward. I look at my calendar and see it penciled in for the time I anticipated being home.
Frustrated and angry, I sit down on my couch and spend the next sixty-eight minutes thinking about killing Sage. That’s when I start to get bored with imagining all the ways she could die.
I decide to try something different and just relax for a bit—chill, as people would say. Grabbing my phone, I pull up my music app and scroll down the most popular playlists.
Romantic Acoustic Favorites? No, thank you.
’90s Urban Hits. Who listens to this nonsense?
I finally settle on classic rock, the least annoying option. I click on the playlist, and to my disdain, a rock ballad starts to play. The singer’s raspy voice comes through the speaker: “I miss you so hard . . .”
With a frustrated growl, I stop the song so fast my phone slips from my grasp and smashes against the floor. Ugh.
I pick up my phone and stuff it in my pocket. I spend the next few minutes sitting there seething about nothing going right.
When it’s finally time for the next event on my schedule, I stand up and walk to my bathroom.
I undress and turn on the water, making sure it’s the precise temperature I like before stepping in.
Water cascades down my back, and the absence of blood rinsing off my skin is palpable.
There’s nothing like seeing that after a kill.
I force those thoughts away as I wrap my hand around my cock.
It’s soft, but it doesn’t take long for me to feel it stiffening in my palm.
I have a few fantasies I run through regularly.
When it comes to these things, I prefer the tried and true.
I don’t want to make things up with new women or scenarios.
I’m normally very picky regarding women, and there are a select few I find sexually arousing.
One I think of often is my former assistant, Penny.
Before I sold my company, I noticed how beautiful she was.
She was petite, with natural black hair, green eyes, and a curvy figure that caught my attention several times.
When I think of Penny, I think of a late night in the office.
I’m slaving away behind the desk, coding a new feature for the user interface on our website.
Sure, it’s something I can pass down to an underling, but I like to have control.
Penny usually waits for me to leave so she can lock everything properly.
Today, it’s late and almost everyone else is gone.
She knocks on the door, and I reluctantly look away from the code to see her standing with her arms behind her back, pressing her chest forward.
“Mr. Blacksburg, you seem stressed.” Penny strolls across the office and sits on my desk, her legs stretched out right next to me as she slowly hikes up her skirt. “It’s my job to make sure you’re not stressing out.”
She grabs my hands and places them on her thighs. I instinctively spread them apart, splaying her out on the desk before me. Only this time, when I look up to see her face, expecting her red lips to part mischievously as she unleashes her black hair from its bun, I see Sage.
Her pink hair hangs around her shoulders as she sits naked on the desk. The very same pink pussy I saw nights ago is on full display.
My eyes open in the shower, and I move my hand from my raging hard-on and shake off the thought. I can’t think about her like that. Not right now. She shouldn’t be a part of these fantasies.
I close my eyes to try to think of Penny again, but all I can think about is Sage hopping out of bed, completely naked, and inspecting the house.
I groan as I squeeze myself hard in frustration. I force the image of Penny back into my head. I try to concentrate on her black hair as I pump my hand harder on my cock. I blink, and the black turns to pink.
I forget the hair and think of Penny’s lips wrapped around me, her head bobbing up and down while she sucks me eagerly. I can feel myself climbing closer and closer to the edge, but I’m just not getting there.
I shift the fantasy to send me over, imagining us taking it to the bed, Penny completely splayed out while I shove my cock inside her. I close my eyes, and all I see is Sage in her bed, her pussy bare and ready for the taking.
No. No. No. I’m not thinking about her like this . . . Can I?
Nothing’s working.
Whatever I do, I can’t force the thought of her aside, so maybe I should just go with it?
I close my eyes again, this time imagining her on purpose.
The thought is weird at first, almost taboo, but when I stroke my cock, it feels right.
She is lying in bed, her legs spread, her pussy glistening, but then she opens her mouth and lectures me on drinking cow’s milk instead of oat.
Ugh, that would be just like her. She would go on and on about essential oils or some nonsense.
“Fuck!” I shout, opening my eyes and slamming my fist against the tile wall.
My frustration is clouding my vision as I step out of the shower. It’s like there’s something on my shoulder nagging me about everything I can’t do today. Things I can’t do because of her.
I can’t kill because of Sage, and I can’t even fucking jack off because of her. Everything is messed up, and it’s all her fault.
I’m done. This is it. Today she dies.
My stomach churns as I decide to forgo my routine. Anxiety fills my chest, thinking about how I am deviating from my schedule, but what other choice do I have? I can’t get her out of my head. She has to go.
This might be the quickest I’ve ever decided to end someone’s life, but what can I say? Sage has a very negative impact on me.
I put on a pair of pants and my black shirt and storm out of the house. Halfway there, I realize I was in such a rush I didn’t bring my gloves or any of the tools I would usually use.
Fuck it. I’ll make this a quick-and-easy strangulation. Not my preferred method by any means, but it’ll get the job done. That’s all I need right now.
I laugh out loud on the way there, running my fingers through my hair as I anticipate the calm I will feel when this is finally over. It’s not Kevin, but it’ll do. Maybe I can finally relax.
My frustration is clouding my judgment as I get to the cabin, popping open a window she’s so foolishly left unlocked and climbing in.
I’m in the living room and looking around for any sign of her.
It hasn’t been that long since our last encounter, and there’s a chance she’ll be defensive seeing me, but I doubt it.
Common sense doesn’t seem to be her friend. At least I can take advantage of that.
I move toward the couch as quietly as I can, peeking inside the hallway where the bedrooms are. Just as I manage to look through it, Sage walks out of a room and stares at me. Her eyes widen from the surprise, and my entire body goes stiff.
She’s in the same dress she was wearing when I almost hit her with my car, but her knee is now bandaged. I try to ignore the part of my brain telling me she looks good. I’m immediately reminded of the fantasy I had in the bathroom that I couldn’t finish.
Sage doesn’t say anything as she closes the distance between us, and neither do I. This entire excursion is unplanned, and I need it to go my way. I can’t very well tell her I’m here to strangle her.
Before I know what’s happening, she’s running at me, and her hands are on my face, pulling me down toward her. Her lips fall on mine, and confusion overwhelms me. I shouldn’t feel this way. I can easily wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze. That’s what I came here for. What is stopping me?
The kiss is sloppy and frenzied, like she has been waiting for this for years. I can’t help myself as I open my mouth and taste her on my tongue. She wraps her arms around my neck and practically climbs up on me. Sage moans loudly as she kisses me, almost like she’s putting on a show.
I came here to kill her. That’s still my plan. But I could kill two birds with one stone and check off my pleasure time right now. I’m horny, and I didn’t finish in the shower, and this has already been allotted for in my schedule. Efficiency is always appreciated.
I feel the blood rush to my cock as I allow myself to give in to this. Sage is on me, pressing her body hard against mine as her hands wander all over. If this is going to happen, I just need to be the one in control.
I back away from her, unbuckling my pants as I stare her down.
“Take your dress off,” I say, leaving no room for debate. Sage smiles and does exactly as I say, lifting the dress off her shoulders to reveal a delicate matching pair of lace underwear. She looks so fucking sexy. “I want it all off.”
She doesn’t waste a moment before slipping out of her panties and unclasping the bra. She stands in front of me, her firm, perky breasts standing up all on their own.
I lower my pants to the ground, revealing my hard cock to her for the first time. She stares at it and licks her lips as if she’s hungry to taste it. It’s a damn shame I won’t feel those lips around my cock before I strangle her.
I walk over and grab her to pull her toward the couch. She moves exactly as I do, not hesitating for a moment. She has no idea what’s coming, and the anticipation is almost as exciting as the prospect of fucking her.
“Bend over,” I say as I force her over the arm of the couch. She laughs as her face crashes into the cushion, and she sways her hips readily in front of me. I can see her folds already glistening as I hover outside.
“I knew you wanted me,” Sage says, looking over her shoulder with a satisfied smile. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Don’t talk,” I say, grabbing her hips and grinding myself against her for a moment, allowing my cock to soak itself in her juices.
“Ooh, you’re a little rough, then?” Sage asks with a slight giggle at the end. “I’ll play along. Why don’t you fuck me hard?”
She looks at me with an eager grin, and I can’t help but let out a small laugh. She really has no idea what is about to happen, and the irony is priceless.
“Ask and you shall receive.” I grip her waist firm in my hands and hold her steady as I shove the full length of my cock inside her.
Her body stiffens as she feels me from within. It takes a moment for her to adjust, and she moans on the couch below. “Oh my god, Travis,” she squeals, trying to stand up a bit.
I force her back down with my hand as I start slowly pumping my cock into her. She moans and shakes as I thrust into her. Her back is perfectly arched, and I squeeze her ass cheeks with my hands as I watch my cock moving in and out of her tight hole.
The block I felt in the shower is gone, and I know I can finish this time. There won’t be anything holding me back from the absolute pleasure that this is going to bring me.
“Fuck me harder!” Sage shouts, looking over her shoulder with a wink. Her hair is tousled around her face as she cries out and moans. I can feel her getting wetter with each movement, and I do exactly as she suggests.
“Careful what you wish for,” I say as my grip tightens on her waist. I pull away from her, leaving nothing but the tip of my cock in her pussy. All of a sudden I slam myself against her while pulling her close, my skin slapping against hers.
She stares at me with her eyes practically rolling back in her head as I continue doing that, the force of my thrusts moving the couch forward.
“Yes, Travis!” Sage shouts as I fuck her senseless. Her pussy clenches around me as she cries out and spasms below me when her orgasm crashes over her. I can’t take it anymore, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. I pull out, ready to come on her ass. “No, no, no! Please, don’t stop.”
A few dribbles of my cum land on her skin, but hearing her beg for release does something to me. Without thinking, I ram my cock into her again and thrust more and more, filling her with ropes of my cum. She trembles below me as the pleasure recedes, and I completely drain myself inside her.
When I’m finished, I pull out and stand motionless behind her for a moment as her body goes limp on the couch.
What the fuck have I done?
How could I be so careless to come inside her? Not even considering the fact she could get pregnant with my child, I just left my DNA. That’s a rookie mistake.
Calm the fuck down. Everything is going to be fine. All evidence can be burned in the crematorium.
Sighing, I compose myself just as Sage moves to lie on the couch and stares at me with a satisfied smile. Her lips curl up softly, her button nose wrinkles as her hand lazily reaches for me.
“Come here.” Sage beckons me to lie with her, and for a crazy split second I think about curling up beside her.
Where the fuck did that come from?
I shake my head. I’ve got to get out of here before this woman drives me completely insane.
Sage reaches for my hand, but I shrug her off. Something flashes across her eyes, though I can’t read exactly what it is. All I know is that I don’t like her looking at me this way. I turn away from her and pull my pants back on.
“Wait,” Sage calls after me as I make my way out of the cabin. My body and mind are at odds. My brain tells me to leave, but my body wants to stay. I’m so confused by it that I pick up my pace.
I walk back to my house, reprimanding myself for being such a fool.
My feet slam against my driveway when I come to a sudden halt. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head up to the sky and groan in frustration.
Dammit, I forgot to strangle her.