Page 43 of In the Grey of Dawn

Hades and I met a few years ago after I stumbled across him serving some justice outside in the car park. I had been watching him slowly carve away at this man while a woman lay unconscious nearby.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened and what was currently happening. I must have been watching for at least thirty minutes before he noticed me leaning against the wall, lost in the shadows with him.

We stared at each other silently before I recommended he start with a rusty nail in each fingertip, preferably to a wall but it still gives an agonising build up of pain. Similarly, cutting off each fingertip is also good, however, you have to keep on top of where they all go. The last thing you need is someone stumbling across a loose body part. Once he was done I showed him the basement, my personal torture room and we took care of the body, called the sheriff about the woman and we've had an understanding ever since.

Walking over to Charlie I can't help but take a second to admire her. Cowboy boots, short skirt, and a flannel shirt tied around her waist.

Who knew I had a thing for cowgirls?

“Your tits look good in this,” I whisper in her ear, coming up behind her. “It's like a present I get to unwrap later.”

“I guess you deserve a treat after protecting Mel's virtue with those guys,” she chuckles and I laugh along with her.

Mel is many things but she is definitely not the morality police. I've seen her hold a broken bottleneck up to a guy's throat and I have no doubt that she would have handled herself tonighteither, but the whole point is she shouldn't have to. That man should have kept his hands to himself, period.

“I'm going to do a restock so be mindful of the cellar door being open,” I say, giving her neck a quick kiss.

Looking out at the room I'm pleased to see things are starting to slow down. Lowering the music volume a little bit and brightening the lights slightly is my soft way of telling people to start packing up for the night and It doesn't take long for a few regulars to take note.

Taking a quick inventory of what bottles need replacing, I head down, gathering what I need and rest my full crate on the old cellar stairs for a second. Looking up I see Charlie near the opening in the floor, giving me a perfect view up that short skirt of hers. The perfect view of her bare pussy.

“Charlie.”

My voice is so abrupt I hear a small squeak come from her as her body jumps in surprise. Turning slightly, she looks down at me as I hold my hand up and gesture for her tocome herewith my index finger.

Walking to the far side of the small space I settle myself on the single chair and wait for her to find me; faintly hearing her call out to Mel that she will be back soon before the creak of the old stairs gives away her location.

Half my body is covered in shadows, the glow of the single lightbulb leaving only space for darkness or light. Dust dances in the air like fireflies, the tiny particles glowing as they move among the few rows of stored alcohol.

“Come to me, baby.”

My voice is soft despite my growing anger and my hardening cock. Tentatively she steps forward, not stopping until she's standing between my spread legs. I reach out, rubbing my hands up and down the backs of her thighs as I rest my headagainst her soft stomach, her hands moving gently across my head.

“Tell me why, when I looked up just before that I saw your sweet pussy underneath your skirt.”

Sighing, she moves one of her hands down my neck and underneath my collar.

“Surprise,” she says with a slight hesitancy in her voice.

Leaning back from her I settle into the chair, keeping my hands on her thighs as I tug her a little closer.

“Unbuckle my belt and take me out,” I order.

Her thighs squeeze together as her soft hands tentatively reach down and pull at my zipper. I can't help the hissing sound from escaping as she reaches inside my pants and frees my hard cock, giving it a light stroke as she does. Pushing her away from me slightly, I bring my legs together allowing her an easier path to sit on me.

“Climb on, baby. We're gonna talk about this, but I want to be deep inside you so there's no doubt who this pussy belongs to.”

My words are gruff, but she lets me move her legs to straddle my hips, placing the head of my cock at her entrance and eases herself down. We’ve had no foreplay, no teasing and my girl is still as wet as the fucking ocean. Both of us let out a small sigh as she slides down my length until she is firmly seated.

Taking her in, she’s breathtaking. Her breasts are in my face begging to be touched and her hips move ever so slightly, seeking friction as I hold her firmly in place.

“It's not you I don't trust. I just need you to know that it's not you. Gods, you’re the first person I've trusted in years.”

Slowly I start to move my hands, rocking her hips against me.

“There are bad people out there and sometimes they try and take things that are not freely given. I don't want someone to do that to you, baby. I get that this might seem a little much because I know,I knowyou can handle yourself. But I can't handle it, okay? It's thewhat if’sthat eat away at me.”

I grasp her hips tighter, rocking her slightly harder against me. Her soft whimpers turn breathy as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back.

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