2. Elijah

T hankfully, this place is stocked with everything we need. Tonight we can relax before the chaos begins tomorrow.

My skin itches with need. It’s been a couple months since everything went down in Blackwood and I need this release.

As Rain unpacks in her walk-in closet—I have my own—she shouts, “Why did I even bring a suitcase? This closet is completely full!”

I don’t respond.

“Eventually you will have to tell me why we are here and what the fuck is going on.”

There she is.

Tired Rain is far too sweet, which is fine once in a while, but I prefer her like this. No bullshit, speaks her mind, my little bat.

As she appears in the entrance way with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised, my phone vibrates in my pant pocket while I am sitting in the lounge chair next to the large window in the bedroom. Pulling it out, I see it’s a text from my dad saying he will be over later tonight.

Placing the phone down on the table next to me, I stand up, walking over to Rain.

Looking down at her, she doesn’t budge, her face still annoyed with her arms crossed over her chest.

Roughly, I brush my thumb across her lips. “On your knees. Your filthy mouth needs to be filled.”

The corner of her lip tries to smirk but she stops it. Not wanting to show the effect this has on her. If there is one thing I know, my little bat loves sucking my cock, and she is going to fucking do it like a champ whether she wants to or not right now.

“My dad’s coming tonight, so you will get your answers then. But right now, I will be coming down your throat. Now, get on your fucking knees,” my voice rasps, mixed with authority and need.

She challenges me, keeping eye contact and raising her brow. It’s all part of our little game with one another.

“I’ll give you a treat after, don’t worry, little bat.”

This has piqued her interest. Rain’s eyes sparkle at the new incentive. Biting her lip, she slowly begins to kneel down before me. Her eyes never leave mine, they become more dilated with each second. As her fingers touch my button and zipper, my cock becomes rock hard, waiting to come out and play.

Popping the button quickly, she makes sure to do my zipper slowly. It takes every ounce of self-restraint to not do it for her and shove my cock into the back of her throat. But I know what she's doing. Punishing me for not giving her any information about why we are really here.

Sometimes it’s easier to see it than hear it.

And if I were to explain that I am also from a corrupt family, who allowed me to embrace my needs, who has had control over the local government and has been the force behind many crime organizations in the area for generations, I’m not sure she would believe me.

Typically, I couldn’t give a fuck if someone believes me or not.

But with her, everything is different.

Chilled hands on my cock send a shiver up my spine. My eyes are still on her, but her eyes are now focused elsewhere.

Licking her lips, her tongue brushes my tip and laps my piercing, toying with me.

A low growl leaves me. “Suck.”

Her lips slide slowly as her tongue continues to tease me, licking the underside as she begins to take me all the way to the back of her mouth.

Reaching down, I gather her loose, dark long hair into my hands, holding it up for her at the back of her head.

“Such a good girl for me, little bat.”

My eyes hood as I watch her, and her lips plump as they wrap around me. I can feel my piercing rub against her throat as she takes me deep. Gagging briefly, some drool drips from her bottom lip onto her chin. Unable to help myself, I take control. The sight of her like this always sends me into a frenzy.

With my hands still tangled in her hair, I hold her head as I begin to rapidly thrust myself into her mouth. Her teeth graze me. She has the power here, not me. One move is all it takes for her to be biting down on me, with blood from my cock spilling out of her mouth with that devious look in her eye, fuck me. The tease is thrilling and she fucking knows it.

Continuing my assault on her mouth, her hands grip my thighs and a stream of tears fall from her eyes.

“I’m almost there, little bat. You are so fucking beautiful like this.”

Looking up at me, Rain lifts her brow slightly, as if to say, is that all you got? Oh, my sweet little bat, as you fucking wish.

The entire length of my cock disappears. My head is well down her throat and I don’t let up, knowing she will be gasping for air any moment now.

As she tries to breathe, her throat contracts around me, which reminds me of how her pussy feels as it milks me dry.

My balls tighten as my heart races, beating against my chest as that familiar feeling takes over. Ropes of warm come begin to coat her throat as she continues to milk me, searching for any bit of air she can get.

Tears continue to stream down her once pale skin, now a beautiful shade of red. Long strings of drool hang from her mouth and chin as I work myself through my release.

“You are so fucking perfect. And all fucking mine. MINE!” I shout as the final bit of release leaves me.

As my movements slow down, I begin to pull out of her, giving her the oxygen her body craves. Breathing through her nose, she releases her hands from my thighs as I pull completely out of her. Rain’s hands go to the ground in front of her as she takes deep gasps of air. Her face is blotchy and a mix of my cum and her saliva coats her lips, leaving them glistening.

Tucking myself back in and pulling up my pants, I give her another minute before reaching my hand out to her.

Tiny fingers touch my palm and wrapping my large fingers over hers, I pull her up to her fuzzy sock-clad feet and kiss her deep.

The taste of my cum touches my taste buds as our tongues dance together, but I don’t fucking care. Devouring her, we go from dancing to battling for dominance. My teeth nip her lip as a tiny moan escapes her.

Rain pulls back, causing us to disconnect, and I hate it. Nostrils flare as I look down at her, smirking.

“I will get you back for that,” she promises. And I don’t doubt it. I hope she does, and it better fucking hurt.

Wiping her chin with my thumb, I place it in my mouth and suck.

Her eyes look at me curiously. “So, are you going to show me or what?”

“Yeah.” Grabbing her hand, I lace our fingers together. “Come with me.”

Pulling her behind me, we walk quickly through the house. No telling when my dad will arrive, but I want to show her this. She fucking deserves to see this.

Cutting through the living space and past the dining table, we walk through the guest side of the house. A few doors line either side, at the end of the hallway is a large window which is as wide and high as the wall it sits in.

It’s dark now, with only a sliver of moonlight sneaking in.

On the left side of the hallway, there is a dark wooden door like the rest, or so it would seem. Next to it is a scanner, which is programmed with my thumbprint. Placing it over the scanner, the device comes to life and a red light beams under the pad of my thumb, then a green light follows, unlocking the secured door. You hear the click of the latch releasing before I reach out with my free hand and turn the brass knob, opening the heavy door. It is lined with wood to appear normal, but underneath it is thick steel to keep out any unwanted guests.

Rain’s fingers squeeze mine tighter. “E, what’s down there?” she asks skeptically.

Flicking the switch, bright fluorescent lights turn on, each one hanging by electrical cords that hide into the ceiling and hover over the long staircase leading to the basement.

The walls are white, which goes with the white heated tile stairs.

“Follow me. And close the door behind you.”

I let go of her hand. The staircase is narrow, and my boots pound against each step as I make my way down. As I reach the bottom, I flip another switch, which lights up the entire space. The floor is the same white tile, that also lines the walls.

Makes it easier to clean.

The space is one thousand square feet, a fraction of the size of my place. When my dad started building this place for me, he put this space in specifically for me and my needs. It is directly under the garage, which can be accessed via another staircase on the other side of the room. This way nothing tracks inside my house. The cleanup crew, when needed, comes in and out through the garage entrance, along with my playthings, victims some may say.

It can easily fit two people comfortably tied up on a chair or table—or hanging with their limbs tied to the ceiling, depending on my mood.

Like Blackwood, cabinets line the area which home my preferred tools. A couple drains are on the floor and a sink is connected. Right now, as it’s not in use, two embalming tables are laid out in the middle. Hanging from all four corners are restraints, each equipped with a rack. When activated, they will pull at the tied-up limbs, stretching them out until I either stop it or they pop out of their sockets and tear off the bodies.

It’s something I had at my dad’s place and fucking loved. I needed it here.

When not in use, they can be raised to the ceiling, so they are out of the way for other fun activities.

A television hangs in one of the corners, CCTV for my security outside. Should someone come by while I am busy, I can see who it is and decide if they are worth stopping my fun for.

This space has yet to be used, and I am itching to break it in. The part of my brain which homes urges and desires, the limbic system, is on fire with need.

I can fucking taste it in my mouth, smell the copper in my nose, and see the pathetic fucker laying lifelessly on the table as their blood drains out of them.

Tomorrow.

I’ll feel fully satisfied again—tomorrow.

Turning around, I look at Rain. Her mouth is closed but her eyes are wide open.

“What do you think?”

Stepping forward, she brushes her hand against the stainless-steel table, taking it all in.

A small whisper leaves her mouth, “It’s perfect.”

Her body jumps as a loud buzz goes off in the quiet space. “What was that?”

Walking over to one of the cabinets, I find the television remote and turn it on.

The doorbell.

Staring back at us is an older man with slightly slicked-back salt-and-pepper hair, circle wire-framed eyeglasses, wearing a navy-blue suit and a white dress shirt with no tie. A white pocket square sticks out of his breast pocket, and his facial features strongly resemble mine: a strong jawline, thick brows, and the same impatient look I get when I am kept waiting.

“You’re about to get all the answers to your questions, little bat. Dad’s here.”