Page 11 of Don't Look Back
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, AllieCat. What did I say about using your words?”
There's a stubborn defiance in her eyes as she wriggles beneath me. Instead of answering my question, she lifts her hips and rocks into me. Oh, so she wants to play then? Naughty little thing. Okay, we can play. I love to play.
Using my free hand, I pin her hips to the mattress and move up her body until my legs straddle her thighs. Removing my hand from her hip, I go to grab one of the supermarket plastic bags. Inside it there’s a variety of chains. Most are larger, with heavy links meant to subdue and contain the two men whoseexecutions we have in mind. The one I lift out, however, is thinner. Still sturdy on all accounts, but the links on this one are smaller and more compressed. I purchased this one specifically for a different purpose.
Weaving the chain between and around Allie’s delicate wrists, I use the carabiner clip on her keychain to secure the chain restraints to one of the grocery bag hooks along the van siding. I give her a moment to struggle against the restraints and adjust to the feel of the chains. Constantly gauging her reaction to make sure I haven't pushed her too far.Not yet, anyway. Yet again, my little kitten does not disappoint, and instead of uncertainty or hesitation, there’s a renewed sense of confidence in her. She’senjoyingthis. I can't contain the knowing smirk or the slight dark chuckle that escapes. She’s so damn perfect for me, and we’re both completely fucked because of it.
“Since you don’t seem to know how to use your words to tell me what you want, how about I tell you what I want?” Leaning over her, I run the tip of my nose along her jawline. “First, I’m going to trace every outline and curve of your body. I’ll take my time, AllieCat. Then I’m going to lick and taste every single inch of delicious flesh. Every flaw. Every imperfection. Every - last - bit. And then… Then I’m going to make you scream over and over again, until the only name you remember is mine.”
Her eyes go wide, pupils blow, and it takes everything in me not to pull out my knife and slice her clothes off this instant.
Though it’s an idea for another time.
Slowly scrunching up the shirt Allie is wearing, I lift it to cover her eyes and use it as a makeshift blindfold. Reaching behind her back, I undo each clasp of her bra one by one. For a moment, I hold the fabric in my hands before realizing I’m anidiot and can’t remove it due to the chains still binding Allie’s wrists.Looks like I get to bring out the knife after all.My AllieCat lets out a littlehumphin protest before I bring the tip of my pocketknife to her lips, effectively shutting her up. I’m so tired of clothes coming between us. I'm losing my patience. Enough is enough. Fuck it. Dragging the knife from her lips, I bring it downward over her throat, between her breasts, over her stomach, to her abdomen, leaving a light red trail all the way to her thin sweatpants. The chains rattle slightly as my kitten wiggles and squirms, trying to seek out whatever friction she can, wordlessly pleading for more.She likes this.
In one swift motion, I tug down her pants and cheeky polka-dotted underwear, quickly stuffing the undergarments into my bag, still sitting in the front seat. With her body now completely bare to me, I proceed to do exactly what I promised. I run my hands up her body from her ankles all the way up to her wrists and back down again, memorizing every single curve and freckle along the way. Teasing a light circle around one nipple, I watch as goosebumps light up her flesh. Moans turn to pants as I begin licking and sucking a line along her collarbone to her breast before sinking my teeth into the tender swell just below her heart.
“Please,” my AllieCat begs.
“Now, kitten, what have I told you about using your words? What do you want?” I ask, momentarily stilling my movements.
“I want… I want you to touch me,” she breathes out, that pink hue I adore so much making its way across her cheeks.
“Oh? And where exactly would you like me to touch you?”
“Here?” I ask, slowly trailing a hand to her hip.
“What about here?”
My hand makes its way to her thigh, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
“Perhaps…. Here?”
A frustrated growl leaves her throat, and the chains clash once more.
“You know goddamn well where I want you to touch me, Avery. Stop fucking teasing me and –”
I cut her sentence off short as I plunge two fingers deep into her core. She arches her back in a scream, and I allow it. I want the whole damn lake to hear her. Unhooking her wrists from the restraints, I go to flip her over, only to freeze as my hand finds something very interesting by the edge of the mattress.
“Oh, AllieCat, is this what I think it is, my naughty girl?”
I pull out the object and confirm it is exactly what it felt like. A large double-ended dildo sword. Pastel rainbow. With sparkles. For a moment, I’m not sure whether I should laugh at the absurdity or be impressed that even her sex toys are modeled after weapons. Be still, my heart.
Bringing the dick-sword up to her opening, I slap the tip of it against her clit, dragging out a startled gasp. Fuck, I like that sound coming from her lips. I do it twice more, each time bringing out a sound more intense than the last. Using the wetness gathered between her legs, I cover the tip before easing it inside of her. Sliding the toy in and out, I spread her legs a little more and lick and suck at her clit. My little AllieCat’s orgasm crashes over her in waves, cresting over and over again. True tomy word, I spend the next several hours making her scream in pleasure until the only name she remembers is mine.
Pulling some baby wipes from the middle console, I gently clean up a very blissed out kitten before tucking her in among the soft blankets once more. Curling up beside her, we snuggle close and drift off to sleep. It may seem foolish given the hell we were both in the midst of, and what I know is still to come, but at this moment, I can't help but feel like this is the happiest I will ever be.
Sleep was anything but restful, though. Somewhere between my nightmare and subconscious, I think I saidyes. Little do I know, the real nightmare is just beginning.
10
EDITH
It’s showtime! The birds are singing. The sun is shining. And it’s my time to play, bitch. Oh, this is all going to be so much fun. And the best part is – no one can do a damn thing to stop me! We’re going to have so much fun, the three of us. Killing all those terrible males. They deserve it after what they did. I’m going to take such joy in their screams! Especially from the big fat one my girl calls ‘father’.
Savannah made me different from the others. I think she and Stella knew I would need to protect Avery. The child wouldn’t have made it to her eighteenth birthday otherwise. That would have ruined all their carefully laid plans. We couldn’t have that, now could we? No – they knew. The other dolls all had to wait until their child became of age and turned eighteen before they could play. Not me, though! Stella and Savannah knew thatAvery was all bright light and happiness, just like her mother. She’s nothing like that cruel bastard.
So, they made me special.
