5. DEAN

Turns out my house isn’t as sound proof as I thought. I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour but all I’ve heard is Willow crying and screaming. She’ll tear her vocal chords if she’s not careful.

She can’t do that. I like the sound of her voice too much, especially when she was coming on my cock. I should have told her my name, then she could have screamed that.

I can’t believe she actually came. I didn’t even touch her clit but she still got off on my cock. I’ve showered since then but my skin is still buzzing from my own release and something else, like a need to touch her again.

Even if she wasn’t taking up all my attention with her constant noise she’d still be occupying my mind tonight. I should really stop myself from obsessing over her. I shouldn’t be thinking about how pretty her name is, or the way she looked sprawled out underneath me or how she gripped me so tight every time I hurt her.

Screams are like a lullaby to me, I should be sleeping like a goddamn baby right now, not lying here listening to her and wondering what this feeling in my gut is.

I could go down and shut her up for good or threaten her with a blade or my cock. But I’m not sure what I’ll actually do if I lay my eyes on her again.

I should never have taken her. Like I told her, I don’t leave witnesses.

I’m so careful with my kills that they’re not a problem but somehow she was just there creeping around the corner watching me and I knew I couldn’t let her go.

Rather than thinking about her tight pussy and how wet she was for me before I’d even touched her I should be planning out how to get rid of her, but for some reason it’s like I have a mental block.

I can’t picture killing her.

It’s easy to imagine choking or cutting her, but every scenario in my head ends with her coming on my cock with her eyes full of life.

Speaking of, the bastard’s not gone down. Even after I fucked her I wanted to take her again but I had to put some distance between us to stop the constant overwhelming urge to clean her up and hold her from taking over.

I don’t do that. I fuck and I leave.

I sigh and get out of bed, pulling on a pair of dark gray sweatpants before going downstairs. I’m not sure what I plan on doing when I see her. Fuck her again? Gag her?

When I open the door down in the basement she hiccups a sob then goes silent when she sees me.

I lean against the doorframe and I don’t miss the way her eyes widen with terror as she looks at the scars on my chest and torso. Plenty of people have made the same face, some just look at me with plain disgust but for some reason I like the way she looks at me. She’s frightened but also curious.

“You’re lucky I don’t have neighbors. Your constant howling is keeping me awake, so I’m going to have to either gag you again or put your mouth to better use until you’re quiet.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet. Just, please don’t…” she trails off and looks down at her lap. She's naked and shivering. Her clothes still a tattered mess on the floor where I left them, like she's not even tried to cover herself up. It’s like she's given up already.

Fuck, why does that make me feel bad?

I squat down in front of her. “Are you in pain?” I imagine her first time being like that has got to hurt. No one wants to lose their virginity in a basement. I should have taken her to my bed as soon as we got here. Maybe she wouldn’t have been so upset if I did.

She scowls at me and snaps, “of course I am! You bit me and you—it all hurts.”

I nod, trying to understand. The bite marks on her breasts do look red and angry, I trail a finger along them but she flinches away. “Will you describe how it feels to me?”

“No! Stop taunting me, you asshole. If you’re going to hurt me again just get it over with. I don’t want to play your sick games.”

She tries to sound strong but her voice is weak. She’s exhausted. I’m surprised she didn’t already pass out from all her crying.

I try to imagine what it felt like for her, to have me tearing her open and making her bleed.

I’ve never actually fucked a virgin before. I’ve heard it’s painful for them. Maybe I should have gone a bit slower? No, what am I thinking? She’s nothing but a bit of fun before I toss her away. Her feelings shouldn’t matter.

I grab her knees and force her legs open, she tries to shut them as she snaps, “don’t touch me!”

I’m so much stronger than she is though and she knows that. Her muscles give and her legs fall apart easily. Her pussy is red and swollen, my come still there in her entrance.

I’m not sure why I get the urge to push it back inside but I find my finger is already there swiping it in.

She winces and says, ”that stings.”

“I see.” My curiosity gets the better of me and I push another finger inside her. She gasps and tries to move away but I grab her hip with my other hand. When I insert a third finger she moans and bites down on her bottom lip. “You like that.”

As my fingers work her, her pussy makes these hot, wet sounds that make my cock stir impatiently. Even after taking me she’s still so fucking tight.

“I hate it,” she says but rather than sounding like she does her voice is breathy and she keeps panting. She’s also not stopping me. Her hands are still tied up but I’m not stopping her from moving them.

It seems that the more I hurt her the more she gets off on it. I thought it might have been a fluke when I fucked her earlier, just an overdose of adrenaline tipping her over the edge but I think she’s really into it. Maybe I should keep her around for longer than I originally planned. Just for some more fun.

She whimpers as I remove my fingers and she can’t help but watch, wide-eyed, as I suck our combined come off them with a low groan. Fuck, that is sweet.

“I’m not getting any sleep with you down here so come on get up,” I say as I stand, but she keeps herself huddled in the corner. “Where are those claws now, little kitten?”

She holds her bound hands up then sticks up her middle fingers. I laugh so loudly that she flinches.

This is so much fun already. Best thing I’ve done in, well, ever!

I pick her up and she flails her legs around but I easily get her over my shoulder. Her bare pussy right next to my face, so close I can smell my come in her. Fuck, I could really get used to that.

Maybe I should put another load in her before I go to sleep, fill her up with so much come it’s leaking from her pores.

The entire way upstairs she struggles against me. All she’s doing is tiring herself out though.

She’s so small I can easily take her weight and none of her hits affect me. Part of me wishes they did.

Twenty six years is a long time to go without experiencing any pain, I’d gotten used to it, accepted it even. At least, I thought I had.

Now that I have her she can teach me what pain actually feels like. Every ounce of hurt I give her she can tell me exactly how it feels and I can experience it myself through her words.

“Just put me down already! I can walk just fine!”

I spank her ass so hard she yelps and the slap echoes around my bedroom.

“Like I said, I can’t sleep with you screaming all night so you can sleep next to me.” I set her down on the bed then lock the door.

“I’m not sleeping with you, you asshole!”

I stroll to my closet and she follows behind me like the curious little kitty she is. “Whatever game this is, just stop it already!”

I ignore her as I reach up to find some spare rope for her ankles. Then she gasps. I freeze for a second knowing exactly what’s got her attention.

There are scars all over my body but the one on my back is the most noticeable, a large patch of burned skin from when I was younger.

It’s the one that gets to me the most, I can still smell the stench of burning flesh when I think about that night and hear the screams that filled the house. But none of them were mine.

Before that night, I tried to fake my way through life, by pretending to hurt but I never got the timing of my false cries right or they would be wrong for the level of pain I should have been feeling.

After being mocked for so long, I stopped trying to blend in and let myself be the weirdo everyone thought I was. Not feeling as my own flesh set on fire was the final nail in my coffin. I told myself I’d never let it bother me again.

When I turn around, she’s facing the other way with her arms wrapped tight around herself. I get the urge to pull her back into my chest and tell her that everything’s okay but that’s a lie.

“Get on the bed,” I say, my patience starting to wear thin. She hesitates for a second, her shoulders bunching up but then she does what she’s told.

The sway of her hips is hypnotic as I watch her perky ass saunter away. It’s pretty much guaranteed that her ass has never been touched before and just like her pussy I’ll take every part of her for myself.

Adjusting my obvious erection in my sweats, I follow her to the bed. I lift her legs onto it where she’s sat on the edge, then she just lies there as I wrap the rope around her ankles. I need it tight enough for her not to struggle out of it but I don’t exactly need to deal with her losing a foot if I accidentally cut her circulation off so I pay close attention to her expression as I bind her.

I’ve never had to worry about taking anything too far on someone else before. The people I usually tie up always end up dead anyway.

I was only planning on having her in here so I could sleep, but now that she’s here, in my bed, I can’t stop myself from slipping out of my sweats and pulling her back against my chest. The feel of her soft, smooth body against my rough skin feels strangely pleasant. It’s something I want to be able to feel more of. As I try to sleep, I can’t help but imagine falling asleep like this every night.

My cock keeps insistently poking into her ass, keeping me awake. I trail my fingers along her side then find her nipple playing with it until it peaks. Then I pinch until she whimpers.

“You can call me Dean rather than asshole.”

She whimpers again and I keep pinching wanting to hear her cry but this time she moans instead.

My cock can’t take any more, I part her thighs from behind, just enough for my cock to slide up against her pussy then I bite down on her shoulder as I thrust inside her.

She tenses up as she gives me a small scream.

“This pussy feels so good so full of my come already. Going to fill you up again and you’re going to take it all.”

I lick the mark I just left on her shoulder and tease her clit with my fingers. She just lies there and takes it, her pussy fluttering around me as I bite and lick every part of her I can reach.

“Please, stop,” she moans.

“Can’t do that, little kitten. Need your pussy so bad.”

I fuck her fast, barely pulling out of her, I need the constant feel of her tightness wrapped around me.

“Can’t come again,” she says quietly to herself.

“Yes, you can. You can come for me.”

I switch from rubbing her clit to pinching it harder and harder until she’s crying out for me to stop but I can’t, not when we’re both this close. I slap the sensitive bud with my fingers and she screams out my fucking name.

“Dean!”

I slam into her once more and growl out my release with a sense of triumph. That was all it took to have her screaming for me.

“Fuck, should have got myself a little sex kitten so much sooner.” I kiss the bite on her shoulder then run my hand up over her breasts to her throat.

She's quiet as we lie there catching our breath, I can feel her pulse calm down beneath my fingers and soon enough her breaths even out as she falls asleep, or passes out more like.

I don’t pull out of her. Instead I let myself drift off into a peaceful sleep rooted deep inside her.