Chapter Eleven Travis
Chapter Eleven
Travis
Who the hell does this man think he is? If anyone is going to hurt Sage, it’s going to be me. He doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into.
I find myself mentally comparing myself to him. I’m above average in height, with a perfect BMI and athletic-fat percentage. My IQ is in the genius range, and my net worth is around two billion. I’m clearly superior to this guy in every way and the better option.
Sage takes a seat in the living room and starts talking about something I don’t care to listen to. Her feet are on the couch, which is infuriating. She just walked over here in those godforsaken flip-flops, of course, and now she’s putting her bacteria-ridden feet all over my couch.
I wonder what the pathogen-transfer rate is for this.
I’ll google it later, right after I search for “how to get hippie foot stank out of microfiber.”
I immediately get the disinfectant spray from the kitchen and spray a healthy amount on the spot where her feet have been. I regret having her stay here already, but it will be easier to learn everything about her if I have her close by.
I could do it now. Yeah. It could be swift and easy. She’s already foolish enough to put her trust in a stranger. I can walk over to her and wrap my hands around her little neck and squeeze until her eyes are bulging out of her head.
“The commune has the solstice festival every year, and it’s not like they do anything different,” Sage continues, sitting upright. She crosses her legs underneath her so she almost looks like a pretzel sitting in the corner of my couch.
I feel a ringing in my head as her voice drones on and on about something senseless.
Seeing her here now, all I can think about is Kevin and what she cost me.
She owes me this. Her life. She doesn’t understand just how much her mere presence has destroyed me since I’ve met her.
Taking her life will be an easy solution.
I sit down on the couch beside her, looking at her without saying a word. Does she think I’m listening? Does she really think I care about whatever inane bullshit she’s spewing off?
I could use a knife. I could stab her slowly in the side, watching as her eyes widen from the shock.
Her entire body would tense, and her breath would quicken as she tried to rationalize what was happening to her.
I could see the trust she so foolishly put into me vanish from her eyes as I tasted her distress.
Strangling feels more intimate, which I know someone like Sage might prefer. The proximity of our bodies while I hold her in my hands, feeling the life draining from her flesh, would be intoxicating.
I could poison her, but that’s no fun. Plus, getting the right toxin on the black market is tricky and not worth the danger.
“But the post at the ice cream shop has really been taking off. It’s mostly good, with the exception of the potential stalker here and there,” Sage continues, droning on with a slight laugh.
Her stalker . . .
As much as I have loathed being around her, she might have just gifted me something I couldn’t have dreamed of. A new victim.
A stalker isn’t my usual target, but something about this one makes me want to kill him. I’ll find a way to figure out who he is, kill him—then, when I’m done with that, I’ll kill Sage. Just when she thinks she’s going to be safe, I will obliterate those fantasies.
“I just don’t know what I would do without you here,” Sage says, scooching closer to me on the couch. Her hand is draped over the back, and her fingers are slowly moving closer to me.
The timer in my kitchen rings, and I jump to my feet. Perfect timing.
Without saying a word to excuse myself, I go to the kitchen and open the oven, seeing how the low-fat cheese on top of my veggie lasagna is golden brown and bubbling perfectly. I grab an oven mitt and pull it out, setting it on the counter to cool for two minutes.
“That smells heavenly,” Sage says as she walks into the kitchen and looks at the glass pan filled with my dinner. I pull a knife from the kitchen block and hold it in my hand for a moment, wondering what it would be like to sink it into her flesh. “Can I have some?”
I’m pulled from my thoughts, and I shake my head, looking down at the steaming-hot lasagna. “This has been perfectly portioned for my dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow.”
I know I told her she can stay, but she’s already intruded upon my routines and schedule too much.
This is how I operate. I make two portions of dinner, carefully assembled for my exact caloric needs.
If I sacrifice part of my meal now, tomorrow for lunch I’ll have to make something new.
It’s inefficient and wasteful—but someone like Sage doesn’t care about that.
Maybe the knife is a better option. I grip it tighter in my hand as I look at her. She’s moderately disappointed she can’t have lasagna as well, but I don’t care. I’m sure she has food at Ryan’s cabin she can grab when she brings the rest of her belongings over.
“Is there any way I can repay you for letting me stay here?” she asks, turning around and pressing her back against the counter while staring at me with a half smile on her lips.
Trust me, you already have.
“It’s fine,” I say, taking the knife to the lasagna to cut a portion of it free.
She walks around the counter, slowly tracing her hand along the pristinely clean marble countertop. “There has to be some way.”
Before I can say anything else, she drops to her knees in front of me, and I stop what I’m doing. The knife is still in my hand as I look down at her while her fingers cling to my belt. It takes her only a moment to undo the buckle and start unbuttoning my pants to free my cock.
She wraps her hands around me, and within an instant, my blood rushes from my head to my groin. I want to stop her, to tell her it’s dinnertime. I don’t have any scheduled pleasure time right now. I should push her away. I need to end this, but something stops me.
Her eyes shift from my swollen cock to my hand, where the knife is still firmly gripped. “I bet you’re really into knife play, aren’t you?” She laughs as she pulls her hand away from my cock to lift her shirt and bra up, exposing her breasts for me to see. “Maybe we should try that sometime?”
I can’t help but smile. “Why wait?”
She opens her mouth and traces her tongue along my shaft, smiling as she watches it twitch in front of her. She lets go completely, admiring how hard she made me in such a short amount of time. My cock is already throbbing and begging for release, and I don’t know if I can deny it.
I bring the knife to her throat, holding it there while she continues licking my cock eagerly. The sharp edge dances over her skin, but she doesn’t seem fazed by it. If anything, she looks more turned on.
Right now Sage is vulnerable. She’s on the ground in front of me, and I’m standing above her with a knife in my hand.
It would be so easy to slam it into her, stabbing it through her ear.
She wouldn’t know what happened. There might be a few brief moments of confusion before her brain dies, but that would be it.
She wouldn’t even feel any pain, which is a better death than many of the others I’ve inflicted.
But it would be a shame to stop this now.
I’m torn. I want Sage gone so badly. This is what she deserves. But then I could potentially use her to get to her stalker and kill them both.
But her tongue feels so good . . .
I stare down at her, watching as she lathers my cock in her saliva. She smiles and winks before wrapping her lips around the tip. I let out a moan and feel my knees wobbling as she sucks gently, taking more of my shaft in her mouth.
“I thought you might like that,” Sage says, then smirks as she does it again. Her tongue swirls delicately around my tip while she sucks on it, teasing the sensitive nerves there. She works me in her mouth, opening her jaw wider to take as much inside as she can.
Spit drips from her chin onto the floor, and I do my best to ignore it while she sucks me.
She moans as she bobs her head up and down, careful not to get cut, letting her tongue graze along the underside of my cock.
Each moan sends a small vibration through my dick that only heightens the sensation.
After a minute I’m not thinking about killing her anymore.
She got lucky. My thoughts are no longer on how I would love to spill her blood on the floor, then going through my meticulous cleaning process to rid my home of any trace of her.
All I can think about is how incredible her mouth feels around me.
She continues blowing me, moving slowly for a few minutes just to bring me close to the edge. She pulls her head away, staring at my twitching cock with admiration. She sticks out her tongue, gently teasing the tip as she sees how close I am to exploding.
“Are you going to finish what you started?” I ask, feeling the desire to come taking hold. I need this. Every moment with her mouth not wrapped around my dick feels like a moment wasted.
“I’m just admiring my handiwork,” she jokes, licking the tip of my cock again with a soft giggle.
Pulling the knife away from her throat, I drop it and lower both of my hands to her face. Running my thumb over her wet lips, I pull down her jaw, opening her mouth wide for me. “I want you to take all of this in.”
Sage nods and lets her mouth hang open wide as I move my hand away from it.
I shove my cock in her mouth, loving the way she gags on it as I grab the back of her head and hold her steady.
I pull her head closer, feeling how her throat clenches around me.
Regardless, she stares up at me with an eager glimmer in her eyes.
“You like the way I fuck your face?” She can’t speak, and she can’t nod, but I see acknowledgment in her eyes.
I hold her head steady in my hands and start thrusting myself against her, letting my cock go as deep into her mouth as it possibly can. She gags on it with every thrust, the sensation of her throat bobbing up and down further pleasuring my aching cock.
“I want you to swallow every last drop of my cum,” I say, staring down at her as I feel my cock ready to burst. The pleasure is overwhelming, and all at once I feel an explosion radiating through my body as my dick pulses.
I watch as my cum falls out of her mouth, mixed with her spit, with each pump as she does her best to swallow my entire load. I hold her steady the entire time, not giving her a moment of reprieve as I fuck her face relentlessly, waiting for every spasm to die down before I finally pull out of her.
Sage gasps for breath, immediately bringing a hand to her chest as she sits down on the ground. I stare at her, seeing the mess she made in my kitchen and feeling disappointed in myself. I had my chance again, and I let it slip through my fingers.
She looks up at me with a wide smile on her lips. “That was so hot. I can’t wait to do that again.”
I look at the knife on the counter one more time and pick it up. “If you don’t mind, it’s my scheduled dinnertime.”
Sage stands up and lowers her shirt before walking out of the kitchen with a wink, leaving me standing there with my veggie lasagna.