Chapter Twenty-Five Travis
Chapter Twenty-Five
Travis
Sage moves out of the shadows in silence as she takes in the scene fully. It’s one thing to talk about killing someone. Hell, it’s even one thing to plan it. But actually plunging a blade into someone’s flesh is something else entirely. She’s in shock, and I know she’ll come out of it eventually.
I look away from her without saying a word and check the temperature on the oven to make sure it’s high enough. The last thing I need is a medium-rare corpse. That would really ruin my Yelp rating—if serial killers had one.
Thankfully, it is. I don’t like to linger with the bodies for too long. It’s best not to dwell on what I’ve done. It only makes my lack of guilt feel more prominent.
I move the body to the mouth of the oven and slide it into the opening, letting it fall into the fire as the flames swallow it whole. I close the door when I’m positive it’s fully inside and dust off my gloved hands.
I take a few deep breaths, savoring the energy in the room as if I could feed on it. The adrenaline has kicked in, and I feel like I’m high. I feel powerful.
Sage is still staring at me when I turn around and wait for her to say something.
Being quiet isn’t something I’m used to with her.
I know her mind must be racing, and I’m steeling myself for the questions already.
But she doesn’t look traumatized or even upset. She looks . . . completely turned on.
I unstrap one of my black leather gloves, and Sage holds a finger up to stop me. “Can you leave those on a little longer?”
I nod, furrowing my eyebrows as I strap the glove back on. Or at least, I try to. The strap slips out of my hand, and I awkwardly restrap it.
Sage quirks a brow and says, “First time?”
I deadpan back, “No, I’m just not used to engaging in foreplay next to a cremating corpse.”
She giggles like I made a joke, before lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. She looks at me with eyes glazed over as she kicks off her shoes and slides out of her leggings. She’s not wearing any underwear, and the bra she chose is practically see-through.
My cock immediately stiffens in my pants, and I unbutton them to free it. I’ve never had sex after a kill before. The high usually lasts hours, and I’ve jerked off toward the end a few times. As I’ve said before, killing isn’t a sexual thing for me.
But seeing Sage now, completely naked, while Eli’s body burns in the oven, I might have to change that.
“Get on your knees.” She does as I say and opens her mouth as I approach her. When I’m close enough, she immediately wraps a hand around my cock and starts licking the shaft.
Every movement of her tongue is incredible, the feeling heightened by the ecstasy I already feel from the kill. She moves quickly, almost frenzied, with each flick of her tongue over the tip of my cock. She moans when wrapping her lips around it, taking more of me in her mouth.
“Slow down. I want to savor this,” I say as I lace my fingers through her hair, pushing her head farther down on my cock. She takes all of me in her mouth, gagging on me as I hold her against my groin. I close my eyes and relish the feeling of her throat closing around me.
After a few moments I let go, and she backs away entirely, gasping for breath. “Fuck me,” Sage says, staring up at me with hungry eyes. She falls back on the ground and spreads her legs wide.
I take my shirt off and toss it on the ground, climbing on top of her and positioning myself between her legs. She’s already wet when I hover around her pussy, and I shove myself inside her.
“Oh my god, yes!” she cries out. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she digs her fingernails into my back as she holds me close to her.
I stare down at her chest and lower the cup of her bra to see her nipples. I take a breast in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her hardened bud and gently nibbling it. Sage arches her back as I touch her, moaning uncontrollably with every flick of my tongue.
My cock moves in and out of her, twitching and throbbing as I get closer to coming. I keep myself right on the edge, slowing down and stopping altogether before bursting. Every thrust is incredible, feeling more intense than it usually does. I don’t want this to end.
I sit up on my knees and grab her waist to lift her off the ground slightly. I pull out of her mostly while holding her tight before slamming myself into her while gripping her waist. She screams as I pull her closer with each thrust, fucking her hard while I keep her on the brink of orgasm.
I feel her pussy throbbing around me, desperate for release, but I don’t let her have it. For the first time since being with Sage, I’m in control of myself. I stare down at her body, seeing how eager she is for my touch, and I savor every moment of it.
“You want me to make you come?” I ask, reaching up and squeezing her nipple between my fingers.
“Yes!” Sage cries out, attempting to grind her hips against me to make herself come. I laugh and stop her.
“You’ll come when I let you.” I wait for her pleasure to recede before pumping myself into her again. “You’re so fucking wet right now. Is that because of what I did?”
She looks at me, nodding while she bites her lip, hard. “Yes.”
I pump into her harder, letting her know how much I approve of her answer. As I get closer, I start losing control of myself and sink into the pleasure. My cock throbs as she clenches around me, almost pulling me deeper inside as her orgasm ripples through her body.
I don’t stop fucking her until every last drop of my cum is drained from me. Sage screams the entire time as she twitches below me.
When we’re finally done, I pull out and stare at her with a satisfied smile. She watches me with interest, no doubt recognizing how relaxed I am for the first time since meeting me.
“We should finish up here.” I button my pants while she stares at me, and a moment later she puts her clothes back on.
I’ve never done anything like that before. It’s not part of my plan, but I feel too good to dwell on that.
The body is almost done in the oven, and the two of us finish cleaning up. After a while, I turn off the oven and wait for it to cool before pulling the stretcher back out to see nothing but ash remaining of Eli.
I find my bag and pull out a small glass vial, the same ones I use for each of my victims. Sage watches curiously as I scoop a small amount of ashes inside and stare at it with a smile on my face.
“What?” I ask, realizing this is the first time someone has ever seen my ritual. Nobody knows about my morbid keepsakes but me.
“I just never expected you would be the type to have trophies.” Sage shrugs.
We finish cleaning the room and sweeping Eli’s ashes into a box. When I’m confident there’s no evidence remaining, we leave the basement and head back to the car. I empty the box of ashes as the wind blows, and they flow away, melding with the earth around us.
The drive back home is quiet, but the tension that was there before is gone.
Both of us are calm and relaxed. A pleasant buzz in my head forces a smile on my lips.
This was an incredible kill. I have Sage to thank for that.
I never would have found Eli if it wasn’t for her, and I wouldn’t have yearned for his blood if it wasn’t for her either.
Sure, I missed out on killing Kevin because of her. But that kill would not have compared to this one.
When we get home, I lead her into my office, where I grab the vials of ashes from all my other kills and show them to her. This is the last part of who I am that she doesn’t know.
She picks them up and looks at them, carefully analyzing each one before putting it back. I can see the reverence in her eyes. These were people at one point. Living, breathing people whom I have killed.
She isn’t afraid.