6

Jack

October 23rd, 2019

I wrapped my hand around my cock tightly, groaning as I imagined her fucking that toy she had been looking at the other day.

I imagined taking it and fucking her ass with it while the ropes spread her cunt wide for me, her cum dripping down her thigh as she writhed and whimpered in need, begging me to touch her.

I groaned, my hand hitting my apadravya piercing with each stroke, causing a sting of pain to shoot through me, my cock twitching in my hand. “Fuck, Rae,” I moaned.

I pictured her wrists tied to her ankles, those ropes tied off to either side of the bed, forcing her body tight, unable to close her legs while she rocked back and forth on that toy she so desperately wanted.

“Jack,” she whimpered, bucking her hips up.

I could see her muscles clenching and I couldn’t help but wonder what that pretty little cunt would feel like wrapped around my cock.

The release wasn’t as satisfying as I would have hoped, leaving me frustrated and angrier now than when I had started.

My eyes lifted to the windows as I cleaned up the mess. I couldn’t see much of anything without the binoculars, but I knew she was in there, probably still cleaning. Hair up, on her hands and knees, scrubbing painstakingly at her already clean home.

Just waiting to be used up, filled, taken advantage of.

My phone interrupted my thoughts, and I jerked it out of my jeans pocket and answered on my way to the laundry room. “What?”

“I just got into the city, where are you staying?”

I tossed the dirty shirt into the hamper and headed for the kitchen to wash up. “Find your own place to stay, Zo.”

“That was a test, I already moved into the apartment below yours.”

Click.

Motherfucker.

I didn’t even have the chance to toss my phone away when it started ringing again.

“What?” I snarled.

“Another meeting,” Everett stated. “You’re on speaker.”

I rolled my eyes but resigned myself. Malachi and his meetings. When he first started the program, he was still in the mess of it. He was going to business deals and doing the dirty work. He was still going out and taking care of these assignments by himself, but I understood his position.

He was higher now. He was too big. That’s why he now had us, the Initiates, and the grunts. I joked about it being a secret society, but at this point, that’s what it was. A society. There were too many of us to be considered anything different. And just like any society, we needed a president to run shit while we did the dirty work.

“Everyone here?” I heard Malachi ask.

“Who is everyone?” I asked, walking to the fridge.

“The sons and daughters,” Everett answered.

I pulled out a water. “Azrael is back?”

“Greyson has him on the phone,” Everett answered.

I rolled my eyes and shut the fridge door. “Does anyone know his location.”

“Now, now, Jack,” came the familiar voice of our youngest brother, “you don’t need my location to have a meeting now, do you?”

“Where is Poppy?” I asked instead. We all felt bad for her, but there was nobody better to handle Azrael than her. She could handle his kind of psychotic without shattering completely, which was saying something. Although there were times when she just let him go, mostly because she had to. When he went AWOL there was no way to track him, he made sure of that, so she let him go and rejoined him when he decided to slide back on grid.

“Sitting by Evie,” she answered.

“Hey, Jack,” Evie greeted.

I ignored her. “Okay, fine, what is it, Malachi?”

“We’ve been running this program for quite some time,” he began evenly, his voice tired. “Growing, spreading around the world. It’s been successful in many ways, unsuccessful in others, and I feel we’ve finally tuned into exactly what we needed it to be, so it’s time for the next step.”

I walked over, dropping onto the couch. The next part. Great. I knew it was coming, I just didn’t realize I would have to be on a call to get the news. Not that I had anything better to do at the moment.

“We’re appointing families around the world to be in charge of certain sections. Families which have been thoroughly vetted.”

Meaning their husbands or their wives have graduated the program, and they told their spouses and kids that this was their life now. Their new legacy.

Whether or not their families were given a choice, I didn’t care, it wasn’t about their families, it was about them. The Initiates that showed such promise, they could be compared to us.

Yet they would never reach our level. Not in their lifetime or the next.

“The Raine’s, Veltic’s, Walker’s, Calson’s, Signant’s, and the Zavir’s,” he listed off. “Their children are to be put through the program, and we’ll begin the next generation of Initiates.”

“This is sounding more and more like a cult every day,” Greyson commented.

I couldn’t argue that. “Six families? Is there a reasoning behind that or did they just show the most promise in being us?” I asked blandly.

“Yes,” Malachi answered. “They will be coming to any of you or me while they get settled in their new roles, but they are on track to taking over soon.”

Fine, great, less for us to do anyway. “Is that all?”

“How is your assignment going?” he asked me in return.

I glanced towards the window, although from where I was sitting, I couldn’t see into her place at all, just a glare on the windows where she lived. “Fine.” I hung up and took a drink of water. The mystery of Rae Bennett grows as does my need for her. The more I watched her, the more I wanted her. I even tried to fuck someone two days ago, and all I could think about was her.

The fucking bitch had weaseled her way into my head without even trying. Perhaps it was the mystery around her that pulled me in, or maybe it was just the way she had looked me in the eyes outside of the police station. Unwavering, almost challenging, I would say. She had been angry, unsteady, but that piece of shit brother of hers had stolen her attention away from me.

What would have happened had he not been on the phone?

Perhaps I would have grabbed her by the neck and fucked her in the alley right then and there despite my trying to avoid it.

Why was I doing that again? Avoiding fucking her? I couldn’t even remember the reason I had come up with. Whatever it was, it was a crock of shit. Maybe that’s what I needed to do. I’ve fucked plenty of targets, she would be no different. One fuck and then back to focusing on the job.

I’d make those pretty amber eyes tear up with need, I’d rip the whimpers from her very throat. I’d punish her for getting into my head like the pretty little parasite she was.

I took another swig of ice-cold water just to calm my rock-hard cock, but it was too late. It was already aching for her again.

I could already see that stupid fucking smile plastered on Azrael’s face as I easily broke into Rae’s apartment.

“You’re turning into me more and more every day, Jacky boy.”

I wasn’t. I was here just to put something under her bed, not to spy on her. Not to watch her sleep, just to deliver something.

I found out a few things this evening while I went back and forth about actually coming here tonight.

Max Justice didn’t exist.

There were too many holes in her mother’s death for it to be real, which was why the police kept stalemating her every time she called or went by their office.

It only left more questions than answers.

I shut the door silently and glanced around her apartment. Large, spacious. Beautiful. She lived clean and had great taste.

She loved to read, but only a certain genre, it looked like.

I walked over to her bookshelf and pulled a single book off the shelf, inspecting it.

The Night my Poltergeist Came.

I couldn’t help but smile. Oh, Rae, if you want horror, I can show you horror.

I slid the book back and looked around again. The coffee table was clear. I wondered what she had done with the files the police had given her. They were in this suite somewhere; she wouldn’t just let those go.

I walked to her room, the door cracked, allowing the moonlight from the balcony doors to stream in, casting a line of pale blue over her bed.

I carefully pushed it open and walked in, my eyes locked on her sleeping form, my heart picking up as I neared her.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

Her hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, but strands had fallen out to cover her face.

One arm was resting above her head, the other spread out to one side. Her mouth was open, a line of drool falling from her pretty pink lips to her pastel green pillowcase.

Her duvet had fallen to her chest, one perfect tit exposed to the world, her nipple hardening as if she could sense me standing above her.

I slid the bag off my shoulders and crouched down, shoving it carefully under her bed, my eyes locked on her.

My cock was pressing painfully against my pants as I watched her breathe softly, her chest expanding and deflating with each breath. I couldn’t help myself. I carefully ran my knuckles down the side of her throat, watching the goosebumps erupt across her skin.

She inhaled deeply and I leaned back, holding my breath as she pulled her hand down, kicking her blankets off, turning away from me.

My eyes fell to her now exposed chest, her stomach. She knew I was here, didn’t she? Some part of her wanted this, wanted me.

“Soon, Princess,” I mumbled, pushing myself to a stand, the friction against my solid cock nearly causing me to cum right then and there. I wanted to grab her breast, flick her hardened nipples, suck on them, make her whine, but that would surely wake her up. I couldn’t take even that small of a chance.

With one last look, I turned away from her and headed back for the door.

“Dad,” her soft voice came.

I froze in the doorway. Dad?

I turned my head back towards her, just enough to look at her.

She was still breathing softly, her head still turned away. Talking in her sleep.

“Dad,” she whimpered, kicking the blankets again. “Please, don’t.” She started to fight the blankets, slowly at first and then more erratically, her feet kicking, her hips bucking.

I slipped out the door, shutting it behind me just as she gasped and jerked up.

Was that Unknown? I hadn’t been able to crack that little phone call this afternoon, but it couldn’t be a coincidence.

“Hello?” she called.

She could sense me. Fuck, I loved that.

I headed for the front door, slipping out before she came out. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to have a single thought without thinking about me, about what my cock felt like inside of her, but for now? “Enjoy your sleep while you can, Princess, soon you won’t be allowed to sleep.”