Page 14 of Tormenting Me

Wes

My girl squirms underneath me and it takes everything in me to not grind against her. I grasp the throwing dagger that was strapped to her thigh. Not sure how I missed that she was a knife girl, but I’m not mad about it. If anything that turns me on even more. Holding the blade under her chin, I tip her eyes up to mine. “Are we gonna play nice now? I won’t hurt you, Ma Petite Mort. Not unless you want me to.“ Her eyes glare into mine, the deep pools of amber piercing my soul. She tilts her head to the side in confusion.

“Your eyes,” she whispers. “I’ve seen them before.”

Fuck! I knew I shouldn’t have lingered so long at the pizza joint. I doubt there are many people with my exact color green eyes. Fuck. I didn’t want our chase to end this soon, not that I was going to fuck her here in the park anyway. But her fear is delectable. Even when things amped and she readied her knife to stab me, it was a high I’ve never experienced before. I press my hard cock into her center and I know she can feel it through my jeans and her flimsy little thong. I glide the blade of the knife down her thigh, making sure not to pierce her perfect skin, bringing the hilt to her clit.

My finger grazes her thong and its soaked. “My, my, my. Is this turning you on? Dirty girl. You want me to fuck you with your knife?”

“No,” she squeaks. Almost too quick of a response. I can feel her thighs tense around me. Something isn’t right.

“Why not?” She lies there, averting her eyes from mine. I’m no longer putting pressure on her to keep her down. Ma Petite Mort wants to be fucked.

“Please, I just… don’t want it to be the knife.”

I narrow my eyes. “The question was, why not? Now be a good girl and tell me.” My girl trembles under me.

Her voice is but a whisper. “I just don’t want to lose my virginity to a knife, okay.”

Excuse me? What the fuck did she just say? I don’t know if I am dreaming or what. But I could have sworn she just said she was a virgin.

I sit up in between her legs and stare at her. There is no fucking way this gorgeous metal goddess is a virgin. “Are you lying to me, Ma Petite Mort? So I don’t fuck you with the knife.“ Her lips tremble as she shakes her head. I get up and hold out my hand to her. She takes it and once she is on her feet, I pull her close and slip her knives back into the harness. Our eyes never drifting apart. “Don’t stab me now. I want you to be a good girl and go home. No stopping. Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll help you with your little problem.” My hand drifts between her legs.

“Still dripping wet. Just for me.” I cup her mound with a firm grasp and whisper, “This pussy is mine. Better not let anyone touch it. Especially that pizza maker.” Her gasp makes me smirk. “Do you understand me, Ma Petite Mort? Nod if you do.“ She pulls back and nods. “Home, Layne. Now.” I shout my last word. She takes off running.

Christ, hopefully, she doesn’t fall again.

I track her with the little tracking dot I was able to slip into her bag. Straight home, like she was told, she’s so good at following directions. What the fuck do I do now that I know she is a virgin? I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity. Not even when I was a virgin. She’s probably saving that for her someday husband, not the stalker who is infatuated with her. I’ll just have to see how all this all plays out.

I hop into my car, which is parked just outside the trees and make my way towards my warehouse. I’ll leave her alone for tonight, but tomorrow we are going to rectify the situation. It’s quiet tonight in the warehouse. Normally, there are many creaks and groans from the water nearby, but tonight there is nothing but an eerie silence. In the shower, my mind drifts back to being in between her thighs. Layne. Fuck, even her name is perfect. My hand begins stroking my cock as if it has a mind of its own. Soon I won’t have to do this anymore. Soon, I’ll be between her thighs every night. Bringing myself right to the edge of losing control, I stop. I hope I have this much restraint when I’m inside her.

The bay is really beautiful tonight, from the balcony of my loft. The soft glow of the moon casts over the dark waters making it shimmer. When I bought this warehouse, I converted half the upper level into a living space. Purposefully building a huge balcony that overlooks the bay. I can see the Bay Bridge so clearly, one of my favorite things about the city, right where I can see it. This place is my haven from the world. I can’t wait to share it with Layne.

Maybe I am a little psychotic thinking this girl is going to fall for me. Call it a gut instinct. She is just as fucked up as I am, our darkness fits together like two puzzle pieces. Soon I’ll know all of her secrets and she will know all of mine. She will be mine, no matter how long it takes. I will possess every part of her. I will do whatever it takes, so she sees we are meant to be together.

The cigarette in my hand burned down, having forgotten about it while staring out at the water. I take a drag and then exhale the smoke, flicking the butt out; I make my way back inside to go to sleep. If I even can. My mind is too busy with thoughts of Layne. Phone in hand, I pull up the pictures I have of her. Ones of her at work, her out running errands, and the ones of her sleeping. Fuck. I pull up a new message.

Unknown: Safe at home, Ma Petite Mort?

Layne: How did you get my phone number? Stalker much?

Unknown: I have my ways. So is that a yes?

Layne: Yes.

Unknown: Good Girl.

Layne: Stop calling me a good girl.

Layne: Just because I am a virgin doesn’t make me a good girl.

Unknown: Noted.

Unknown: No alcohol tonight. I would hate for you to not be conscious. If I visit you.

Layne: Jokes on you, I am already 4 shots in.

Layne: What’s the big bad zombie gonna do?

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