18. Rain

A drenaline courses through my veins. It’s warm and electric. My fingers are tingling with anticipation. Biting my lip, my mouth waters as I watch him.

This isn’t like the others.

E is in his element here. Finally back home.

“Back on your knees, little bat. And take my cock out,” E instructs while walking over. I have never found him as attractive as I do right now.

Absolute power and dominance.

As I lower myself back to the ground before E, he points his bat at his cousin. “If you stop looking or move your head, I will take out your eyes with a melon scooper, then shove them up your own asshole. But it wouldn’t stop there. While you are still bent over, I would hot-brand your ass shut. And you wonder why I would do this? Because I fucking can.” He slams his bat down on the table behind her. The loud bang causes her body to jolt.

My pussy drips. Spit flies out of his mouth onto her face with each clear, distinct word. They are spoken with intention, not threats.

That’s my man. My psychopath.

My knees hit the cold, tiled floor. Looking up at him, his strong jawline and face are decorated with beautiful black ink. I just want to reach up under his shirt and rub his soft skin while sucking on his cock.

His head turns, catching me admiring him. His demeanor changes, and his face becomes softer.

“Lift your skirt up, little bat. Show me my pussy.”

I need him inside of me.

Taking the thin white fabric between my fingers, I lift my skirt up, tucking the hem into my high waistband and putting myself on display.

Stepping in front of me, he turns to the tool chest, rummaging through the drawers until he finds what he needs. I can tell when he has found it. The bat drops, bouncing off the floor before rolling next to me. The contact causes my skin to chill. Goosebumps rise as my lips continue to throb between my legs.

E’s fist is clenched, while his other hand touches my chin, raising my face to look up at him. Opening his closed hand, a thin gold chain falls. “Clip it to your clit.”

My eyes stay on his as my hand finds the cool metal. Pinching the clasp open between my fingers, my hand moves to my heat. Two of my fingers spread me open, exposing my new piece of shiny jewelry attached to my swollen clit. It’s been painful but also so fucking good.

What they say is true, beauty is pain and pain is pleasure.

Sliding the edge of the clasp opening under my gold ring, it hooks on effortlessly as I release my hold. E still holds the other end.

“Collared and leashed. My beautiful little bat,” his voice rasps, lust falling from his lips as he admires his pet.

Our guest gags.

My face goes from soft to furious, turning my neck, I’m shocked I don’t give myself whiplash from it. “Shut the fuck up! Elijah has been generous with you. I have been more than fucking fair. You decided not to join the family. There are consequences to your actions. Not even your daddy wants to save you. You are going to die. How painfully it ends is up to you. Now, do you fucking mind, my man is trying to be romantic!”

How fucking dare she judge? Be rude? My blood is boiling, I can feel my face radiating heat. My cheeks are flushed.

His large hand grips my face, bringing my focus back to him.

“You kissed what’s mine. I had to watch that. Now you get to watch this.” As the last word leaves him, he begins to undo his zipper. My body has been craving this since we left the house. My bottom wiggles, moving the plug still inside of me around.

“Don’t move. I know what you’re doing. Take me out.”

My fingers rush for his button, undoing it then pulling his pants down to his knees. E isn’t wearing underwear. His large, pierced cock springs out, hard. His head is dripping with delicious precum. His dark shirt hangs low, but I desperately need to see more of his inked skin. To touch and feel it against my fingertips.

The light bounces off his silver piercing, captivating me.

“Little bat, on all fours.” My eyes look back at his. I nod once, acknowledging him. Keeping my focus on him, leaning forward, I place both palms to the ground while perking my ass up behind me, which is exposed.

With raised brows and a stone face, he gives me what my body craves. “One lick only.”

Bastard is still edging me.

As I stick my tongue out, I reach his swollen head but he steps back. A whimper leaves me. Fucker.

Moving on my hands and knees, I inch forward and try again.

Please let me have you.

He knows I am desperate, my face surely isn’t hiding anything, but that doesn’t stop him from taking one more step. I follow again. This time as my tongue goes to graze him, he stays in place. My taste buds ignite at the contact. The saltiness of his precum is everything I’ve been yearning for.

My peripheral catches his hand moving. Softly he rests it on top of my head, petting and praising me, “Such a good little bat. Do you like when I make you crawl? Tease you with my cock?”

I go in for one more lick, but he scolds me, “Tsk, tsk, little bat. I said just one lick.”

My mouth waters, but I swallow in defeat.

E’s knees bend, and his cock hits the side of my face. The contact sends my body into an internal frenzy, begging to be released.

He clasps the end of the leash to my collar, which contains his blood. E’s lips brush against my cheek as he whispers softly against my skin, “I’ll be coming first.”

My face drops, this is going to be excruciating. Even my breasts are throbbing. My nipples are hard and starting to ache.

As painful as this is, it was worth kissing her to see him destroy that boy on the streets. To have his hands stained in beautiful crimson. To be played with and worshiped while being punished perfectly.