Page 4 of Burning Souls

“You better make sure I don't get too carried away, then, Angel. Now take off my belt, or I will do it for you, and I can wrap it around your neck. Walking you like a dog the rest of the day.” I must be sick, because my pussy is pulsing at the thought of becoming his bitch for the day. I drag my hands over the outline of his cock, hard under all this fabric. My hands rest over the metal part of the belt as I undo it, letting it spring off. Jessie gives me a rewarding look.

“Good girl. Now stay kneeling.” I shudder before my airway is cut off as the belt is roughly wrapped around my neck, and he tightens it.

“Jessie, stop, it's too tight,” I beg, still kneeling, practically drooling over this man.

“No, I want it tight. The more you tell me to stop, the tighter it gets. Do you understand?” Oh, I more than understand. As much as I love to be in control sometimes, I will only very rarely let him do something like this.

“Y-y-yes.” I struggle to get out of my body now, sweating, feeling beads of it rolling down my back. Only now do I remember I’m still in my robe, which is half off my body, showing a view of my tits and now hard nipples.

Fuck, if he were to ask me to crawl, I wouldn’t bat an eye to do so.

“Look at you kneeling for me, letting me choke you with my belt. Your pussy is soaking wet for me, I can see it peeking through that robe.” He teases his hands and moves toward my knees, pushing them apart and reaching his thumb toward my pussy to rub my clit.This is what I imagine paradise feels like,or drugs. The only difference is my drug is three men using my body.

I can't help but push my head back, only making Jessie tighten the belt, pushing my head back up.

“You don't get rewards for being rude. You also don’t get to ask to come with me. Be a good girl and go back inside.” He removes his thumb from my pussy as his hands remove the belt from my neck. My hands rub where I was unable to breathe. I watch Jessie get into the driver seat, driving off, leaving me hot and bothered and so fucking turned on.Damn him.

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DADDY ISSUES

Isit at the desk in my room, off-white walls, a black double bed frame coated with white bedding, black and white cushions, and a blanket to top it all off. A white wardrobe sits across the room, and then my desk, which is light grey, holds all my makeup, hair care products, and all the essentials a girl would need.

My Annabelle doll sits looking at me while I dry my hair.

My eyes are fixed on it as I carry on with my hair as quickly as I can, but the memories of the day my mother gave it to me are burned into my brain.

She was never to be seen again. The words she spoke to me play inside my mind, making me leave the hair dryer on the same spot on my scalp, and I scream from the heat burning me.

“Mummy loves you. Sweet dreams. I’m sorry.”

Sometimes, I swear, when I close my eyes, I see her, her long, wavy caramel-like hair swaying in the wind, covering her eyes, laughing. She's happy, but then I'm reminded it's just a dream that never happened.

She was never happy.

The sound of heavy footsteps downstairs brings me back to reality. I pick my gun up, ready to shoot whoever thoughtbreaking into my house was a good idea. I start walking down the stairs, checking every corner until it’s safe to move on. I make it to the kitchen, where a tall figure stands. It takes me less than a second to recognise who it is.

No one broke in. It’s only Tobias, which means Sean must be moving the body. I creep up behind him as he looks out the window, a little sunlight peeping through the half-closed blinds—the light's beam on his side profile.

His jawline takes my focus off what I should be doing. I drool over my lips, catching the saliva on the gun, and pressing the barrel to the back of his head.

“One day, I’m going to shoot you.” My voice is laced with anger as I release the gun, letting him turn around. He smirks back at me. My eyes drop, roaming around him, checking out how good he looks, a short top that clings to his body, his six-pack showing through, His tattoos taking my focus, maybe I can get him to do me one someday. I'd love to have him brand me. Maybe I can ask if he still has all his tattooing kit. I'm not even sure if he still does it, but surely he must do something when he's not with me.

“Angel, are you flirting with me?”

“Stop calling me that. Help your brother with the body.”

He walks toward me, shoving me a little. I walk behind him to where Sean struggles to wrap the body up. Tobias stands there, and I push him, gesturing for him to help.

“I love it when you’re bossy,” Tobias mocks, my eyes darkening around him.

“If you have stopped eye fucking each other, help would be appreciated,” Sean states, looking at Tobias while he huffs, walking over and rolling the body up.

My body slumps against the door while I watch them both roll their bodies. My pussy throbs at the sight.

I don’t get turned on by dead bodies; I get turned on knowing I did my job to rid the world of another evil person.

“By all means, Ash, just drool over us. Don’t worry, we will collect the payment soon enough,” Sean teases, still struggling with the body. Tobias doing a shit job at helping. If you could even call it that.

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