Page 69 of Slaughtered Firefly
“Oh shit,” he grunted as he continued to move within my quivering walls. I was putty in his hands. The euphoric smile that crossed my face as my cum dripped on the floor. The high was one of the best distractions from reality. It coaxed me into its embrace like an old friend and just as quickly dropped me back into the present. Dustin slammed into me erratically as I let my head bang against the brick. My mind swam with fuzz as his thrusts extended the pleasure I felt. His cock throbbed to my erratic heartbeat as it sputtered and he came with a grunt, “Fuck Summer.” He stilled within me as my pussy gripped around him.
We were both shocked, panting from the high. It was a fever-filled lust that held us together. His cock went soft as he held me against the wall. My legs were shaking as I calmed myself. Neither of us was ready to part.
“That was — ”
“Yeah,” I breathed. His cock twitched as he withdrew himself. The moment went too soon, and my pussy wept his absence.
41
PRETEND
Present day
She slid down the wall as my cum leaked out of her. Both of us dripped in sweat as we came down from the lustful high. I picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.
“What — ”
“Shh, just let me take care of you for right now. Just let me pretend if only for this moment.”
She didn’t protest as I made it to the bathroom. I set her on the toilet as I fumbled with the bathtub knobs. A second later, the shower pounded against the tub as the water heated. Summer watched me with guarded eyes. I checked the water and helped her into the tub when the water was warm. A squeak of protest left her as the water cascaded against the wall scrapes I had given her. I grimaced at my carelessness, but she just stood there in the shower and watched me as I stepped into the shower behind her. Her arms wrapped around herself as the water slid off her shoulders and back. I didn’t talk as I grabbed the bottle of shampoo from the built-in shelf. I turned her to face the oncoming stream as I lathered her hair with the liquid. My hands massaged and pulled grunts and moans out of her as I cleaned her hair. My cock stirred again, but I didn’t stop until I had scrubbed her hair clean. When I was done with the lather and her hair was rinsed, I was rock hard and needed to taste her.
I kneeled in front of her, my hands gripped her hips as I buried my face between her unsteady legs. My lips coated in our combined release, and I groaned. Her hands threaded into my hair as I licked and brushed my tongue against her labia. Her taste was so addicting it was like a salty watermelon with a twist. It didn’t satisfy the craving as I plunged my tongue into her. The delicious taste combined with her moans was my own personal buffet with a choir of music. I pumped a finger into her as I focused on her clitoris, suctioning it between my lips. Water ran down my face as I caught her in that sultry, seductive stare. Her mouth ajar, frozen in a moan as her chest heaved. Her nipplesglistened against the water, and she looked divine. My goddess, my vengeance, my life. Maybe she was right; we had something more. She was mine.
I didn’t take my eyes off her as I continued to ruin her. Her eyes snapped closed as I added another digit to her thrusting in at the same brutal pace. “Look at me,” I ground out. Her eyes rolled open, and I groaned. My jaw ticked as I ran my tongue against her bud. It was a never-ending game of chase, my tongue pinned her clit to the side, caressing it, and when I thought it would submit to my will, it slipped between and started all over again. She struggled to stand, but I held her firm against the shower wall. Pinned in place by my mouth and unable to escape the pending orgasm. Her face tightened, and she went to close her eyes again, but I bit down on her clitoris, forcing her attention back towards me. Her eyes were so expressive in the battle between her body and mind. I spun her clit in my mouth, urging her closer to her release as I added another finger into her heat. She wailed as her inner walls clamped against me, shattering against my face. I slowed my fingers working her through the high and lapping up all her sweet release.
When I was confident that I had gotten all I gently set her feet back on the ground, and held her while I soaped the rest of her body. We stood in comfortable silence. She was too tired to argue when I dried us off and didn’t complain when her head hit my soft pillow. I pulled the sheets around her and left when her breaths evened out and slumber had taken her.
42
STALLING
Present day
Shaw had a way of easing you into the worst kind of situation. He would completely disarm you with his easy chatter and relaxed demeanor. He went from a casual football score to the last dude that he tortured had stolen a few thousand. After separating the skull and mounting it on the plate for presentation to April, he had drawn a cartoonish dick on the forehead and thrown stale chips at it. As he chatted with the disembodied head for an hour in front of his coconspirator. The dude was batshit crazy, but I already knew that. The stairwell was dimly lit, and the temperature dropped as we got closer to the door. The last time I was down here was shortly after I paralyzed Uncle. The small glimpse I had was enough to tell myself I never wanted to be back here. Anxiety curled in my stomach as Shaw started speaking again.
“So you know your going to be staying until its done right? I don’t need to remind you of that, but it is best you get used to it. Personally I would just drug you and get it over with, but it’s something about alcohol and drugs aren’t the best in cases like this. Maybe if we diluted the dose, but again Mrs. Blackett doesn’t want to risk anything. Too bad we can’t starve you either, that really gets the brain on board. If you ask me she is a bit old fashioned with having it done naturally, with all the technology they have now. It would be just as easy to set something like that up. But ya know. Ah I know torture. That is a great way to train your senses. So I’ll give you an option. Torture now or later?” He asked so casually while I was scrambling to get caught up with the rest of his word vomit. It was like you gave an ADHD kid a fidget spinner and they still managed to sidetrack themselves. Nauseating and tiresome. The dude never shut the fuck up.
“What?” I blinked back against the harsh fluorescent lights as he smashed buttons on the panel next to the door.
“Torture, yes no?” Irritation crept into his voice having to repeat himself.
“You just sent the doctor away, are you sure you want him back here so soon, even I could admit Melody had chemistry with him,” I chuckled a little nervously. Hell with his face, I was surprised she stayed with me as long as she did. The nervous smile disappeared from my face when I realized it was never real. Dread seeped into me with the question unanswered. Shaw couldn’t kill me. At least not until I had knocked her up. Even the thought of betraying Summer like that had me clutching my stomach. I did not want to be used as a breeding mutt and then discarded after the job had finished. Shaw just stared at me like I had slapped him. The door hadn’t released the latch, and I found myself at the sharp point of his knife again.
“If you ever mention that again I will gut you where you stand,” His voice was eerily calm, and the seriousness with which he held the knife left no room for debate. I swallowed the words I had just been about to say, and blood beaded on the tip of his blade. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” I whispered barely audible. He tapped my cheek with the flat side of the knife, that vicious smile on his lips.
“Great now that’s settled, here are your quarters for the next eh nine months or so,” He pushed the door open, and I heaved a sigh.
“What are you going to do to me?” There was a steel chair bolted to the floor and a small steel table bolted opposite it. The fluorescent light swung on chains from above, and there was a constant sound of something dripping. I looked towards the sound only to see a musty corner and water leaking down on the floor, almost purposeful . Fear sank into my skin as I moved further into the room. I didn’t want to be here. When I turned towards Shaw, he was closing the door, and it locked behind him.
“I don’t plan to touch you, at least not yet, be a good dog and do as your told and this will be a smooth ride.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
“I am counting on that.” A twisted grin crossed his face as he set down the blade he had threatened me with earlier. I glanced at it, judging whether I could reach it in time as he stalked towards me. Think clearly; you’re already down an arm—that’s it. Realization hit me about the item the doctor slipped into my cast. It was as if all my attention focused on it while I struggled to keep my emotions in check. My steps measured as I backed away from Shaw. I needed to convince him I wasn’t a threat, but how? He just continued forward, laughing slightly. It was one of those slow, manic laughs that dripped with the irony of the situation.
“Tell me, did she ever love me or was it all just a ruse? Did she do it only to keep an eye on me? Did April set this all up from the beginning?”
