Page 31 of The Blue Rose
“I’m an entrepreneur of sorts. What do you do?”
“That’s an elusive answer, but I’ll let you keep your secrets for now, we all have them. Promise you will elaborate later?” She has secrets, too? Everyone has secrets, but I’d bet she wouldn’t take hers to the grave. They’re probably nowhere near as dark as mine. “I’m an artist, I mostly take commissions, but have my own side projects and gallery pieces.”
“All will be revealed in due time, little lamb, don’t you worry.” I sigh pretending to get emotional. “When my parentspassed away,” I say, knowing my parents are locked up tight in a cell they will never get out of. “They left me a rather large inheritance. I work mostly to keep my hands busy and not get bored with life. After all, idle hands are the devil's playground.”
Her eyes bulged at my statement. “Wow, okay, I was not expecting that, but I understand. My dad comes from money, but the day I take anything from him, will be the day I die.”
“You make an honest living, it sounds like.”
“Yeah, I guess I do, and I am damn proud of how far I’ve come with my work. I never dreamed I’d be able to make enough from my art alone. I feel really lucky”
“Luck has nothing to do with it, talent gets you those orders.” A small blush creeps up her cheeks making her blush look brighter. “You’ll have to show me sometime, or maybe I could commission a piece from you?”
“I do have a long waiting list for my commissions, but I think I couldslipyou in,” she says playfully.
“Is there any way I could convince you?” I ask, my chest rumbling with the desperation I feel for my little lamb.
The feelings she rouses in me are confusing, having me second guess my decision to take her life tonight. She was supposed to lay on my table, after I got to feel what my mouth tasted. She is making my chest tighten along with my jeans. I’ve already killed too many people recently. I need to take my time with her, savor her in every way, and then after my cool down period in a couple months I will give her a blue rose. Everything she’s making me do and feel without even realizing it has me deciding that tonight I will kill her. These feelings need to stop, now.
She places her finger on her chin, tapping it and looking around the room. When her eyes land on me, she says in the most seductive voice, “I can think of a few ways.”
The promise in her voice has me growing harder than I already was. I twist in my seat, trying to adjust myself with little success. Her eyes travel down, and she looks back up with heat in her gaze. “Looks like you’re thinking of a way or two?”
“Oh, little lamb, I don’t know if you could handle what I’m thinking.”
I can’t even handle what I’m thinking.I want to fuck her instead of kill her? What has my little lamb done to me?I’ve broken almost every rule for her, since spotting her in this very bar. I’m starting to learn that my rules don’t apply to this little lamb.
She gets up and comes behind me, reaching her hands over my shoulders and down my chest, far enough she can almost reach my cock. She stretches her fingers across my lap, nipping playfully at my neck, my dick swelling even further. She brings her hands back up, locking them around my chest and surprising me when she says, “I want you to choke me, while you fuck me.” She bites my ear lobe, pulling at the delicate skin with a gentle tug, and walks back to her seat leaving me dazed. “Now that I have your attention again, what do you say we get out of here?”
Nodding my head, we both get up to leave the bar. I take her hand, walking her to my car, when she stops me mid way. “I already called an Uber, I’ll give you my address.”
I grunt in frustration, my fingers tightening around hers. “Cancel it, I’ll drive you back to my place.”
She takes out her phone, a sultry smile on her face. “Done.”
My heart races in my chest, an unfamiliar pang accompanying the usual surge of adrenaline as I continue to walk us to my car. Opening the door for her, I walk over to my side and get in. She looks over at me with her phone in her hands. “What’s your address? I need to text Jessica where I’m going in case you’re a murderer and I go missing.” she says laughing.
Heart racing faster, and hand stopping to click in the seatbelt, I freeze. Is she being serious? Is she joking? Why would she joke about that? Does she know I’m planning on killing her eventually and is trying to get the truth out of me? A thousand thoughts race through my mind in that moment, unsure of what to do I click the seatbelt in place and start the car.
“I’m just kidding, I know you wouldn’t kill me, but I do need to tell her your address.”
She was joking, that’s good. I lean in close, “Now how are you so sure I won’t kill you?”
“Very funny, Aster, now please tell me your address.” She says laughing, but I’m not laughing and the moment Serena realizes I’m serious, her face falls.
I turn away from her and ask, “What’s your address? I’m taking you home.”
“What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice shakes, and I can hear the tears in her eyes.
I take a deep breath. “No, but I’m not in the mood to play anymore, I want to save what I have planned for you for another night.” I get in her face, “I want to have you screaming my name and begging for mercy, but tonight isn’t that night.”
She turns towards the window, mumbling me her address with a sad voice. I punch it into my GPS and drive her home in silence.
No one can have my address, there can’t be a trace of me left behind on any electronic device. It’s why I have a burner phone, why I pick my lambs up, and take them to my home. Her asking for my address startled me, making me rethink my plans for her tonight. I was going back and forth, should I kill her tonight or wait, having decided I needed to feel her blood between my fingers. Now it is all ruined.
The moon hangs dimly in the sky, and the clouds cover the stars, making for a gloomy and dark night. I have the windowsdown, letting the humid air hit my face and blow Serena's hair around, hoping the air will cool some of the tension that has built up. This was not how either of us were expecting tonight to go, with how Serena won’t even look at me, and her eyes facing towards the sky, I know she is just as upset as me.
Once we get to the road to her house, I see it is a long road like mine, except it is all paved. Pulling up to the house it is a two story, it’s teal all the way around and has wood pillars that compliment it outside. She has a two car garage and a little barn to the right side of her house. It’s too dark to see what color it is, but my heart races at the sight.This feels like home.The barn reminds me of the one my parents used to have, but smaller. I park in her driveway, and she goes to leave, but I grab her arm, stopping her. With a defeated sigh, I say, “I’m sorry, Serena.”
