Page 2 of The Order of Disorder
I hear a telltale rustle of sheets.
The girl moans softly. Billy says something low, just a scrape of air against her skin, and she giggles.
I stare harder at the crack in the wall.
Not again.
Soon it’s the wet sounds of kissing. More moans. Another giggle.
“Put your hands behind your back and be a good girl for me,” Billy grumbles.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, Billy—”
“Say it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He makes a satisfied noise. A smug, filthy sound he always makes when he gets his way.
The mattress shifts, and then I hear him spit. The slick sound of skin on skin.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he mutters. “I wanna feel your hot, wet pussy around me.”
She whimpers. “Please…please…”
The headboard slams the wall.
Once.
Twice.
A choked scream tears out of her.
Billy laughs.
“Tight little cunt,” he groans. “Goddamn.”
The slap of hips on flesh fills the room. She squeals, then moans, then sobs something that might be his name.
He fucks her like he’s trying to knock the headboard through the wall.
I just lie there, wishing I could cover my ears. There’s no point, though. It doesn’t help.
He growls something low, and she babblesyesyesyes.
Then there’s a loudsmack. A slap.
Her squeal is half-laugh, half-shock.
“You like that?” he pants.
“Yes! Fuck—do it again…”
“Such a filthy little whore.”
Another slap. Then another.
Her breath hitches. Her cries climb.
