Chapter 9

ChapterNine

Blake

What He Don’t Know - Anarbor

Silly, sinfully beautiful, shit out of luck woman of mine.

She thought this would stop.

That I would stop.

I’m only just getting started in showing her what it was like to be without your inhibitions.

To be free of the ever-growing burdens of humanity.

The utter lack of fucks to give about what society thought.

Her place was definitely a home for the creative. There were notes about ideas for stories and character arcs all over the place. Whatever the fuck a character arc was, I didn’t know. I fingered the corner of a note on a doe-eyed woman summoning an alpha-hole demon on All Hallows’ Eve and had to hold my stomach as I laughed.

Well, she may not have gotten her demon but she most certainly got her monster.

I threw myself onto the couch and kicked my feet up on the coffee table, upheaving more crap that she had left on there. I placed my head back, staring up at the ceiling. I couldn’t say being brought back from the dead was a normal occurrence, but it was definitely an interesting one. It was fun corrupting my Soul Raiser. Watching the innocence war with her depravity. It was a form of fucking art, honestly, I’d have that dodgy cop flay me a million times over if we ended back up here.

She was my new little toy and I was having way too much fun to give it all up now.

I hadn’t felt this alive since my last kill, the one where I took out my murderer’s crooked partner. He was next on my list, but hey, ho.

He got to me before I got to him.

That wouldn’t happen twice.

I grin cruelly just thinking about it.

About all the sick and vile things I would do to him.

All of the sick and vile things that fucking cunt did to me.

I couldn’t say anger was an emotion I had much of. I was more familiar with ‘it is what it is’ type of emotion.

I was that kind of guy.

And what it was for me, what it’d always been for me was… excitement.

Jubilation. Passion.

A job I fucking loved doing.

Making the world a better place, one twisted fuck at a time.

After I rested, my thoughts spiraled and my excitement grew.

I wanted this to be as good for Ophelia as it would be for me. So I got my ass up and stalked back toward her desk and grabbed her laptop.

Fuck sitting there though, even the office seat had clutter. I headed back to the couch, threw myself onto it, and kicked my feet back up on the coffee table before I opened the laptop. Naturally, it was password protected, but dead guys don’t need to worry about that shit. I placed my finger over the scanner and overrode the electrical crap and then I was in. Opening the web browser, I puckered my lips as the anticipation grew.

Oh, this was going to be good, I could feel it.

Local Arrests.

The search engine brought up pages of results from my request and I idly scrolled through them as I tried to pinpoint the best victim. The list of charges were endless. Theft is petty but didn’t warrant the urges I needed to purge.

Rape. Hmm, I guessed I could butcher a penis or two. I mean, if you couldn’t handle the gift of a cock, then you didn’t really deserve one in my humble opinion.

I mean, life without a good fuck?

Kill me twice.

I was looking for something a little more interesting though.

Something a little more creative than the standard shit.

There were all kinds of fucked up people in this world, I wanted to show Ophelia the worst of them. After all, the worse the crime, the more euphoric the punishment for the ones who had the privilege to dish it out.

Bingo.

That case would be perfect.

I tucked that little nugget away for later and kept scrolling.

Oh shit, I chuckled as I turned my head to gaze out of the huge bay windows in Ophelia’s living room. Out into the quiet street where unsuspecting neighbors slept through the witching hour without a clue as to what severe turpitude surrounded them.

I mean, I knew bad guys were a stone’s throw away, but even I was surprised that this case is so local.

This dude was a killer alright. A killer with a fetish for eating his victims.

The news report even quoted him as saying he couldn’t eat one of his victim’s pussy because it was too chewy.

I mean…

Now I was insulted.

Another prick who didn’t appreciate the fine, fine aspects of a human body.

He was definitely next on my hit list. But first, I had to get my head in the game and get rid of this irritation for the fuckers who got away with murder.

And by got away with it, I meant got to live with air still in their lungs behind bars for the rest of their lives.

As I closed the laptop, I placed it beside me and stood to my feet, stalking through the living room and out into the hall. The house was quirky, cluttered, but homey. Nothing worth noting. Once you had seen one home, you had seen them all. Although this one belonged to my woman, so I found myself gazing around as I hunted her.

The walls were a light gray, but most of the place was a darker, sleet-gray brick. It was a house built on cozy, grounded aesthetics and I kind of dug that.

As I reached the doors, I pushed them open with the toe of my bare feet and peered inside, stopping once I found her bedroom.

She lay there, sprawled across the bed in absolutely nothing. In a heap of limbs tangled within the sheets, she looked as if she had just gotten home from a night on the town and stripped herself naked, unaware of her surroundings.

Alpha pride burned in my chest knowing I showed her that good of a time in the confessional. I quivered, a low growl slipped free as the taste of her began to taunt my senses once again.

I wasn’t complaining.

She was right where I needed her.

By the light of the moon to guide me through the darkness of the shadows.

I prowled toward the foot of the bed and stopped, just gazing down at her and appreciating every fine and delicate curve of her creamy flesh. Two dimples sat low in her back, the rounded globes of her ass sat plump and protruded and I itched to squeeze them. Slow and methodically, I lowered, like a king in the jungle that artfully stalked its prey, I crawled toward her. My hand was imprinted into the mattress but I remained silent. I dropped my head, placed it between her thighs, then inhaled deeply. Drawing her sweetness into the dead lungs that thrived for such a treat. I groaned lowly, a shudder skated through me as I fought back the urge to pounce. Slowly, I palmed the cheeks of her ass and moved my face upward, smashing my face in between her cheeks and dispelling the breath I had held within my burning chest. The small gush of air tickled her and she mewled, eyes closed as she remained in a peaceful slumber. I blew once more, allowing her to feel the sensations in her soul before I jutted out my tongue and licked her beckoning star.

Once, twice, three times until she purred.

Then I moved lower once more as I circled her opening in a tease her sleep-ridden brain couldn’t quite work out before I speared her with it. Licking, sucking, and penetrating her from behind.

Fuck me,she tasted so fucking good.

Sweeter than sin.

The definition in fact.

She was everything and I was a withering man under the wickedness of her glory.

I growled and the sound vibrated through me and into her, a shared connection that had her squirming. I pulled away slowly, wanting to play with her more than I had ever wanted to play with anyone.

I wanted to torture her as much as I pleased her.

I wanted her tears and I wanted her praise.

I wanted her body coated in a sheen of sweat, reeking of our entwined scents.

I wanted it all.

Her pain and her satisfaction.

For a chick that was out summoning the dead, she must have a few candles laying around here. I rummaged through her drawers, moving from dresser to dresser until I hit the jackpot.

Yes.

It was perfect.

I had a lighter in my leather jacket, so I was good to get this party started.I pulled it from the inner pocket and walked back toward the bed. Her ass was stuck out more now, her knees almost to her chest as she hugged her pillow and sighed softly.

She’d hate me for this when she woke up.

She’d love me for it too.

I leaned over, plastered my front to her back, and whispered in her ear, “Wakey wakey, Soul Raiser. The night is still young.”

She groaned and burrowed closer to the pillow, sticking her ass into my groin and grinding against me. I snarled in restraint and she whispered sleepily, “I thought you’d be gone.”

“Not likely, love. The man of death himself would have to come and take me from you.”

“You are dead,” she deadpanned.

“Yet, here I am… With you,” I answered. “Do you trust me? Trust me to make you feel good?” The husk in my tone was a caress to the side of her face.

“That’s about all I trust you with,” She replied and I knew she was awake enough, giving me consent to do this with her.

Toher.

“Good, now hold still because this will be a shock to that sleepy mind of yours, sugar.” The smug sound in my voice made me preen even more with pride. I massaged the cheeks of her ass before I parted them. Then I sucked my fingers and made sure her ass was nice and wet. Although something told me my woman would love the feel of the burn that was about to come next.

Slowly, experimentally, I placed the end of the candle stick into her ass and she gasped, her body reacted trying to shoot forward, but I held her steady with my weight.

“What the fuck?” she cried, then panted and a small moan of enjoyment slipped out.

“Trust me,” I rasped, thick and heavy with lust. “Just trust me.”

I could feel it as her toes curled and her legs strained. As her breathing grew sensual and she relaxed back into the bed. I saw it as her back arched and her slender fingers fisted the sheets and her head rolled to the side, her eyes closed in pleasure as she ground against the bed.

Fuck, my woman is dirty.

“Can you feel that, baby?”

“Hmm-mm,” she hummed. “What is it?”

Sleep was the best fucking time to show a woman how to feel everything sexuality had to offer. It was the only time their minds were so fully relaxed she’d be willing to try anything. When her head told her she could conquer the world and nothing could ever hurt her.

The fear was gone.

The lust was immense and my cock ached to sink balls deep in that ready and waiting pussy.

“It’s a candle. I’m going to light the end, and no matter what I do to you, you can’t come until the flame burns out,” I said as I licked the back of her shoulder and she shivered in shock, eyes flew open and sought me out.

“What?” She was more alert now, but still thick with the haze I’d get to play with. “Jesus,” she rushed out, and her breathing was heavy and raw as it sounded rough as it was dispelled from her throat.

“He isn’t with us, love. But the devil sure as fuck is.”

“You’re sick,” she breathes with raspy arousal. “So sick. So why does it feel so fucking good?”

“Because you’re letting go. Are you ready, Soul Raiser?” I stoked a finger down her spine and she bucked, ass out in the air as she pulled herself higher onto her knees.

Perfect.

I gripped her hips and held her so tightly that I knew my bruises would show. The thought of her covered in my marks made my cock impossibly hard. “Stay on your knees, baby, I need to get to the main course.”

Then I twisted, laid down on my back, and shimmied myself between her silken thighs. “This right here, this is love. And I’m about to drown in it,” I growled, right before I blindly lit the candle’s wick then looked back up at Ophelia who was now above me, doggy style and with a look of lust blowing her eyes so wide, I wondered how they would ever un-dilate. “Remember, no coming until you can feel the burn, sweetheart. Be my good girl and do as you are told and you might just be rewarded.”

Then I attacked. I licked and I teased, all until she was screaming and writhing above me. Riding my face and cutting off my air supply. She was shameless in taking what she needed and I was brutal in keeping it from her. I drew back and pinched her clit, she screamed into the room and slammed her hands down beside my head in frustration. Then I started all over again, circling where she needed me most with my index, working her into a state without sense, thick with confusion as to what she needed the most.

As to where she needed me the most.

The flat side of my tongue caressed her, lapping over her clit hidden between her folds, and only gave her enough to scream again, begging, screaming that she was needing more. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can’t! I need more, I need more! Deeper baby, I need you deeper!” Her head was thrown back, face contorted in ecstasy, back arched and not an ounce of worry about how she may appear to me as my eyes burned into every part of her that I could see. I savored it, allowed it to slither beneath this strange skin of mine as I used her in a way which pushed her to lose full control and toe the lines of her limits.

“You turn me into such a dirty slut, Blake. You make me need it!” she cried in a high-pitched tone that came out breathless. The rhythm changed and she tried to bounce on my face instead, searching for the fingers that tormented her.

Naughty girl.

I stopped, pulled my tongue and my fingers away before I pinched her clit and spanked her ass, making her hiss. I could feel the burn run through her and straight into me. “Do you want me to beg?” she moaned. “Want me to be your good girl? Anything, I’d do anything. Just let me finish, Blake, please, just let me finish!” The neediness inside of her was like a dick pump and I grew in inches at the sound of her desperation.

I needed her.

I needed to torment her as much as I needed to be deep inside her.

I needed her beside me though more than I needed anything else. At this moment, I realized that I needed her more than I needed anything else.

“Do you think you could handle being my good girl and my filthy little slut, Ophelia? Do you think you can handle me at my worst, with whatever dark side of myself I wanted to show you?” I rasped, my breath cool against her hot, weeping core.

“Yes!” she exclaimed.

“Will you be standing beside me when I take another life, Soul Raiser? With your own freewill?”

“Yes! Yes, Blake. Fuck, yes. Okay? I promise. I’ll be there. I’ll see it all. I’ll be your good, filthy little slut if you just make me come!”

Now she was frantic, so close to the edge of a crash so brutal from her high, she’d end up back in slumber before I was ready. I persisted forward and latched onto her core as I sank three fingers inside of her tight cunt without warning. A raw scream tore from her throat as a lone tear dropped onto my cheek with a splatter of her depraved satisfaction.

“Blake!” she chanted, the sound fucking musical as she found her comfort and began to bounce again. “I’m so full, it burns! Baby, it burns. It feels so good, so wrong. Why does it feel so fucking good when this is so fucking filthy and wrong?” she mumbled incoherently, an utter mess in her pleasure and I thrived on the state she was in. I pulled out at the exact same time I pulled the candle from her ass, lifted my shoulders and turned us.

She landed with a thud onto the mattress and in one swift move the candle was across the room, my position more accurate as I devoured her core and made her come all simultaneously with my actions. She was at mid-gasp when it hit her. When her body betrayed her and locked up so tightly, I thought she’d crack a bone. Solid as a rock, she convulsed as the wave of arousal coursed through her like an unrelenting wave of a tsunami.

At the peak of her high, I moved up her body and shucked off my jeans with one thought on my mind. In one savage hammer of my hips, I was inside of her. My head hung heavy as I groaned into her shoulder. Tingles consumed my entire body as I had to take a moment to settle. To breathe and not lose full control of the tender moment.

I had never felt anything so instantly euphoric.

Like ink in water, it sprawled through me quicker than thought as I was so close to the edge, the precipice was sticking its obnoxious tongue out at me. I flipped it off, then drew back, rutting into her with abandon.

Savage, brutal, fucking blissfully raw. I gave her my everything. I gave her my worst. I wrapped my hand around her throat until her eyes rolled back into her skull. The milky whites of elation stared back up at me as I pulled her seizing body into another orgasm and threw us both over the edge. “Good girls that follow orders get rewarded with the dick, Soul Raiser,” I whispered into her ear as I filled her so wholly, I was writing my name on her womb.

This time, she bellowed.

Our shared release rollicked through her entire neighborhood.

Hell, I think we may have even woken the dead.

“Good girl, sweetheart. That’s my good, good dirty fucking girl for coming for me like my good little whore.”