Chapter 17
Henley
Grace shot up from her chair, hands visibly shaking at her sides. “S-sit down.”
My head tilted the barest amount, watching her like a lion might its prey. “What’s wrong, little killer? Have I become your worst fear over the course of just a few days?”
Her eyelids shuttered, throat bobbing as her fingers tightened into fists to hide the tremors. She stepped away from the chair, forcing herself to stand a little taller. “I said sit.”
The corner of my mouth crooked up as I decided to entertain her. I was curious what a mouse like her would do with the thought of inescapable death moments away.
I crossed the space, keeping my gun in my grip. With my eyes on her, I lowered myself to the seat, reclining back with my legs spread.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my lap. I didn’t have to look where her hand disappeared to, as the telltale sound of her knife sliding from its thigh sheath filled the quiet room.
I exposed my neck farther for her viewing pleasure. “What’s your plan? To kill me first?”
She dragged the knife’s tip up my shirt, scratching the skin beneath as she went. When she reached the collar, she dug it into the soft spot at the base of my neck. A trickle slid down my chest, indicating she’d cut me. Not deep enough to kill me, though. Not yet.
She looked enraptured as her tongue lapped over her bottom lip, gaze homed in on the trail my blood made.
I gripped her hips, tapping my gun against the side of her ass to snap her out of her trance. “Careful, little killer.”
Slowly, her eyes lifted to mine, and she released some of her pressure on the blade. She brought it to my jaw, tilting my head back farther. “How much do you value your life?”
“Very little.” Keeping my gun on her hip, I used my other hand to slowly unbutton her shorts. She lifted herself just enough for me to know I could keep going. “How much do you value yours?”
“More than you.” Her breath hitched when I slid my hand along her clit. “My plants will die without me.”
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” I watched her lips part as my fingers slid farther. Wetness seeped through the fabric of her panties, drenching my hand already. “Take your shorts off.”
To my surprise, she obeyed. She stood, shimmying her tiny shorts down her legs. As she was about to take her tights off, I rested the butt of the gun on my thigh and lazily pointed it at her. “Leave those on.”
A surge of fear seemed to course through her when she glanced at my pistol. With her thigh-high tights and black panties still on, she resituated herself over my lap.
“You’re so obedient when you’re scared, Grace. Maybe I should threaten to kill you more often.”
She moved the knife back to my neck, this time laying the blade right across my throat like she was ready to slice at any moment. “My turn. Take your cock out.”
My tongue ran along the back of my teeth. I unbuckled my belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants slowly, taking my sweet time. I knew it made her nervous, which only satisfied me more. She was white-knuckling the handle, giving away her insecurities.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you while I’m fucking you?
” I asked, pulling my cock out. I let it rest along her stomach, annoyed that her shirt was preventing me from feeling her warm skin.
Letting my vexation fuel me, I reached between her legs and tore the fabric blocking me from having what I wanted.
The smallest gasp passed her lips, making my cock twitch.
I dipped a finger into her soaked center. “I’ve seen bodies seize up as the life seeps out of them. Maybe your pussy will feel tighter around my cock if I do.”
Her gaze fell to my cock. “Is my pussy not tight enough for you?”
It was. Fuck, it was basically strangling my single finger inside of her. “Maybe I want to see how much tighter it can get.”
Her lashes fanned across her blushed cheeks as she gently rocked her hips along my hand. The gun, still resting on my leg, dug into the flesh of her thigh. I moved it until the barrel was pointed right at her clit, rubbing it across the sensitive bud. A whimper caught in her throat.
With each little movement of her hips, the knife bit into my neck. A few paths of wetness slid down my skin, soaking into my shirt.
I curled my finger inside her. “You like that, don’t you? Seeing my blood drip for you.”
“I want to see it all spill for me,” she breathed.
I pulled my hand from her center, wrapping my cock in a fist. I pumped it twice before she lifted herself. “Does my desperate slut need my cock inside her?”
She nodded, her body relaxing slightly knowing her death was a little more delayed.
“In which hole?” I moved my gun aside to let my cock slide between her slit, the tip nudging her entrance. “This one?” I slid farther, and she angled her hips forward, letting me tap against her ass. “Or this one?”
“Both,” she pleaded, her breaths pausing as the head of my cock teased her tight ass. “Please, He—” She stopped herself. “Please.”
I silently cursed myself for telling her not to say my name. Right now, I practically couldn’t live without it.
I slid my cock through her wetness, spreading it all over my length and dragging it to her puckered hole. Then, so slowly, she began lowering her ass onto my cock, mouth opening in a silent moan.
“You’re a filthy fucking thing,” I told her, my voice strained as her ass choked the life out of my cock.
“It’s s-so big. I c-can’t—”
“You can.” I grabbed her hip, guiding her further. “Take all of it, Grace. Or I won’t be nice.”
Her eyes met mine, the corners creased with strain as she adjusted to me. “What if I don’t want you to be nice?”
My head tilted back, a groan ripping from my throat. “Fuck.” Then I met her heavy gaze again. “If that’s what you want, little killer. But don’t say you didn’t ask.”
Without warning, I forced her down, my cock spearing her to the hilt. She cried out, head dipping down as her ass pulsed along my length. I released her hip and fisted her hair, ripping her head back.
“Lift yourself up. Now.”
She obeyed, legs shaking around me as she rose. She stopped once she was high enough, the head of my cock still inside her ass. I angled my gun at the entrance of her pussy, the cold metal bringing a gasp from her.
“Fuck my cock and my gun like a good little slut, and maybe I won’t kill you.”
Her eyes glazed over, danger and need mixing in her gaze. When she didn’t move, I yanked on her hair, pulling a cry from her.
“Now, Grace. I have no patience for you.”
Her entire body shivered as she began to lower her hips. I moaned as her ass squeezed my cock. Her pussy slid down the barrel of my gun, her wetness dripping down the weapon and onto my hand.
I looked between our bodies, my cock pulsing at the sight. “You fucking love this.”
“So do you,” she breathed, pressing the knife harder against my throat.
She began thrusting up and down on my cock and gun, little moans escaping her with each pass. Her body seemed to tighten around me, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
“Are you gonna come, Grace?”
She nodded frantically, a pained expression on her face as she quickened her pace.
I pulled her hair harder, arching her head back. My lips came down on her neck, my teeth digging into her sweet skin. She screamed, body convulsing. Her ass tightened to a nearly unbearable size, my balls aching in response. Her body froze, but I couldn’t stop.
I thrust up into her, shoving my cock and gun deeper as I pistoned my hips. My orgasm shot through me like never before, my cum spurting into her as she soaked my gun.
I rode it out, only slowing once I was sure every last drop was buried deep inside her. As I released her hair, her head fell to my shoulder, her hand with the knife sliding down as exhaustion took over. The blade clattered to the floor, her arm dangling at our sides, while she collapsed into me.
I cupped the back of her neck, holding her to me as our rapid breathing filled the air. Once we had both calmed down enough, I slid my hand down her back, running my fingers along her spine.
“Are you going to kill me?” she whispered.
“After all this, you still think I want you dead.” My hand left her back. “Stand up.”
She rose slowly, my cock sliding out of her ass. My gun fell out easily, her wetness giving her pussy no chance of holding on to it. She stood between my legs, looking down at me with a wary expression.
I grabbed the gun, pointing it at her. “Lick it clean.”
Her lashes fluttered before she stuck her tongue out, running it along the barrel. She twirled it around the tip, keeping her eyes on me as she lapped at my gun.
I ran a hand down her hair, cupping her cheek.
“You’re such a good girl, Grace.” I pulled the gun an inch away, replacing the barrel with my thumb in her mouth.
I hooked it behind her teeth, tugging her jaw down to open her lips wider.
I spit in her mouth, watching as her tongue moved it to the back of her throat to swallow it.
“So fucking good,” I praised, sliding my thumb out to run it along her lips and chin.
When I was done, I lowered my hand and stood.
I fixed my cock back into my jeans, then reached for her shorts on the ground.
I tugged the scrap of her panties off, the tear I’d made rendering them useless.
Then I kneeled before her to help her into her shorts.
She used my shoulders for support, and I stayed on my knees while buttoning them, looking up at her. “I think I’ll keep you.”
Her shoulders relaxed, a heavy breath leaving her as if that was the best thing she could have heard.
Rising to my full height, I ran my fingers through her hair, fixing it while I admired not only her beauty, but her willingness to please a madman. “We have somewhere to be.”