Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

A very came out of her school building that evening to find her car in the parking lot. She could tell it had been washed. She couldn’t help but smile. Shaking her head, she found a note on the car windshield addressed to her, telling her where to find the keys in science geek references.

As she was getting into her car, her phone beeped with a message from the dating app her mother and sister had talked her into joining. She saw another match and decided to check him out.

Her curiosity is what got her into the mess she found herself in two days later. This time she chose the restaurant in town. Not the one she had her last date in. She was afraid that she would run into Knight, and she already had to get new batteries for her bestie. Plus, it wouldn’t be fair for the guy she was on the date with to be compared to Knight when she really didn’t know anything about the man.

Ten minutes into the date, she was ready to forget dinner and go home. B rated slasher movies were more entertaining than this guy.

She was canceling her subscription to the dating app and removing it from her phone. All she’d gotten, since she’d joined, were unsolicited dick pictures that looked like an ugly naked mole, rude comments about her weight or demands for sex without the wining and dining.

Since they had arrived at the restaurant, the date has done nothing but complain about his mother and ex-girlfriend whom he’d just broken up with a week ago from her conclusion of his comments. When the waitress came to take their order, she started to order her usual until the date interrupted her and told the waitress she would have the grilled chicken caesar salad.

“Um, no. I will have the shepherd’s pie as I requested. If you want salad, then you can have it. Thank you, Lania.” Avery was done with this guy’s shit.

“You shouldn’t be eating a lot of meat. You need chicken and vegetables if you’re going to lose weight. You’re pretty but would be a knockout my dick would get hard for if you were skinny.”

“Seriously? I can see now why your lame ass is single. This date is over. Go fuck yourself!” Avery growled as she threw her wine in the guy’s face.

Storming out of the restaurant, Avery headed to her car and drove off. She stopped and got a burger, and a drink then proceeded to drive around for a solid hour before going home.

Now that she was home, her anger was once again turning into tears. Why she listened to her mother and sister, she’ll never know.

Her own father wanted nothing to do with her according to her mother. Her stepfather ran off when she was seven and her sister was four.

Avery had always been fat as her mother loved to twll her. Her sister called her a fat chucky.

She’s gone on dates now and then. Her focus has always been school and getting out of her mother’s house.

When she went to college, she chose education. She decided to put her love of science and forensics together to teach kids in middle school. She loved teaching the kids she got while teaching seventh grade.

As she was getting out of the shower, she heard the pounding on her door. Putting on her favorite nightie and a robe, she grabbed her phone with 9-1-1 on predial before she headed to the front door.

Swinging open the door, she gasped when she saw Knight standing there, leaning against the door jamb. She quirked an eyebrow at him when he just stood there staring at her.

“Hello Mr. Knight. To what do I owe the pleasure of you glaring at me from my front porch?”

“You answered your door. You have no peephole to see who is on the other side. You obviously have no security cameras. Yet, you answered your door with your hair wet from a shower and a bathrobe, which means you are fresh from a shower. You better have clothes on under that robe, Avery.”

Avery stepped back at the dark warning that was obvious in Knight’s voice. Was he pissed that she had answered her front door in her robe?

“And if I don’t? This is my house. If I want to be buck ass naked under my robe, then I can. I don’t need your permission, Mr. Knight. But, for your information, I have a nightgown on. If that is all, you can now go fuck off over in that direction.” Avery pointed to her neighbor’s house.

Before Avery could slam the door in Knight’s face, his hand smacked against the door, pushing it open as he sauntered his sexy, arrogant ass into her home. Avery shuffled backwards as she gaped at him.

Knight slammed her front door, locking it before turning back to her. She couldn’t help but shiver at the intensity slamming into her as he stalked towards her.

Knight reached out, gripping her by the back of her neck and pulled her towards him. He didn’t give her a chance to protest.

She opened her mouth to ask what the fuck he was doing, but he took advantage by slamming his mouth onto hers and devouring her. He kissed her like a man dying of thirst.

Knight dominated her mouth with his tongue, letting her know exactly how well he could use it. All she could do, once her legs started to quiver, was grip the sleeves of his coat and held on.

Her moan turned into a yelp when he picked her up over his shoulder and started to walk further into her home. When she started to protest his treatment, he smacked her on the ass hard and told her to behave.

When he found her bedroom, Knight set her on her feet. She glared up at him, her hands on her hips.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Avery demanded as she stepped up to him.

“I’m going to eat you, little girl. Make you scream my name.” Knight smirked down at her as he stepped forward, backing her towards the bed.

“What name am I screaming? Jeffery Dahmer or Ted Bundy?”

Knight growled at her as he grips the sash of her robe and shoved it off of her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She shivers when his next step had the back of her knees hit the bed.

“Okay, okay. Freddy Kruger or Michael Myers works too.”

“You will be screaming my name, or I won’t let you come, little mouse.”

Avery shrugged. “I can create my own orgasms. I have bob.”

Knight growled at Avery. “Bob is taking a permanent vacation. Only one person will be making you scream.”

“Spiders make me scream.”

“Not like I’m going to. If you want to keep your pretty nighty and your lacey panties, strip!” Knight ordered her, glaring down at her.

“Not wearing lacy panties. More like grannie panties.”

“Times up!”

Avery yelped when Knight gripped the front of her nighty and ripped it before pushing her onto the bed. He gripped her knees and placed them over his shoulder as soon as his knees hit the floor and bit her inner thigh.

Avery moaned when she felt Knight’s tongue lick from her ass to her pussy. She whimpered when he moved back to grip her thighs to place his forearms against the inside of her thighs, opening her as wide as she could possibly be opened.

She squirmed when his nose teased her core, moving to her clit as he got his first real smell of her. When his tongue stabbed into her pussy, she jumped, causing Knight to growl at her.

When he started to lick, suck, nip, and stab her pussy with his tongue between each, she gripped the sheets of her bed. She panted, pleaded, cried for release, begged for mercy, and cursed his name. As promised, she screamed his name each and every time he let her come.

She realized Knight wasn’t satisfied with her coming just once. He made her come three times before he had mercy on her.

Knight left her sated, exhausted and asleep by the time he slipped out of her front door. She was definitely a satisfied customer.