Page 3 of The Order of Disorder
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps. “Oh my god, Billy—don’t stop!”
“Not yet.”
“Please—”
“You come when I say.”
He slows his thrusts and it gets quieter. I hope maybe they’ll finish that way and go to sleep.
“You think you’ve earned it?” Billy growls. “After acting like a fucking brat earlier?”
“Please, Daddy.”
“I want her to hear you come again,” he says, low and dark, and I know he means me.
The girl laughs nervously.
“She doesn’t mind,” Billy says. “Do you, Max?”
But I don’t say anything. I keep staring at the wall.
“Yeah,” he growls. “She’s all wet between the legs listening to you get fucked, baby. Wishes it was her.”
He grunts, the bed creaks. The movements get faster and louder.
She lets out a series of high-pitched gasps all in a row.
He grunts. “Come for me. Come on my cock like the good little slut you are.”
Then she screams. A theatrical imitation of an orgasm, and I think to myself,He doesn’t even know.
Billy lets out a low groan. “Fuuuck—”
The girl cries out.
“Fucking take it,” he growls. “Take every goddamn drop.”
“Yes—yes, Daddy—fuck, I can feel it—”
He roars like the orgasm is tearing him in two, and then his breath punches out of him in ragged bursts as he rides it out.
“Good girl. Fucking perfect pussy. Jesus Christ.”
Finally, there’s stillness.
Panting breaths, but it’s almost over now. I can tell by the sounds that Billy is rolling over and collapsing.
“You’re a fun fuck,” he murmurs. “Next time I’m going to make her watch us.”
I flinch, but I don’t move.
He’s not saying it for her. He’s saying it for me.
To remind me that I’ll always be his, even if he doesn’t want me anymore. Even if I’m lying on the floor like a breathing corpse. That there’s no escape.
Ryder would’ve burned the world down to keep me from ending up here.
But he’s gone. And I, unfortunately, am not.
