by Anna Edwards
“You wanted a monster. Well, now you’ve got one. Remember this. You asked for it, you cunt.”
My erection is hard in my trousers, and I grind it against her bottom. She’s pleading with me to stop but at the same time moaning her urgent need. I use my body weight to hold her in place and allow my rough hands to trace under the hem of her nightdress. I bunch it up around her hips, and she shivers when the cool air of the night hits her sensitive flesh. I don’t give her any warning of my next movement and treat her just like the slut she’s pretending to be. I kick her legs apart and propel three thick fingers into her core. She screams at the violent intrusion.
“No.” Her skin pimples at the cold but also with the sensation of need tumbling through her body. She’s an enigma of contradictions, at the moment. Need, desire, fear, and terror all combined into one yearning vessel.
“You are going to take everything I give you.” I twist my fingers and thrust them in and out of her. She’s dripping wet and coats me in her essence.
Reaching behind herself, she claws at my arm with her perfectly manicured nails.
“Bitch.” I suck in a breath and add a fourth finger to intensify the stretching she feels at her entrance. My movements become faster and faster as I fuck her with my hand. My dick strains against the zipper of my trousers, desperately wanting out. It needs to bury itself balls deep in her tight little pussy.
“Stop,” she cries underneath me, but even I can tell it’s halfhearted. The flush of heat over her skin, and the tightening of the walls of her pussy around my fingers, tell me she’s on the verge of an orgasm. I pull my hand away, and she lets out a long wail at the loss.
Leaning into her, I trail my tongue up the side of her face.
“This isn’t about you getting off. Sluts don’t get to come unless I say so.” I jerk my hips toward her, so my hard shaft pokes her. “Do you know what happens next?”
“Please…” The whimpers are coming thick and fast, now. “Please…please don’t hurt me.”
“Too late, this monster’s never retreating now. It’s all about claiming what’s his. You’re. Mine. Forever.”
I bring the fingers I’ve just had inside her up to her mouth, and I dip one inside. I feel her start to test the power of her teeth against my digit, and in the darkness surrounding us, I give her an ultimatum.
“Bite it, and I’ll take you in the ass.”
Her teeth retract, and I pull my finger out of her mouth. Lowering my hands to my trousers, I unzip them and pull out my hard length. I stroke it a few times, smearing the pre-cum at the head over the entire length. I don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I am right now.
“You know what girls like you get?” I ask.
“No,” she cries.
“Hard and fast.”
Before she has a chance to realize what I’m doing, I’ve thrust forward, bottoming out within her. My dick is now shrouded by her heat, and my mind flips completely as the dark mist clouding my brain, wraps around both of us, entwining us together. Two figures, in the dead of night, taking what they need from each other. My hips buck wildly as I withdraw and slam hard back into her. She’ll feel me there constantly for the next few days.
“Please!” Tamara’s screaming, her voice hoarse with the tears she’s shed and the crying out she’s been doing since I captured her. I know her last vestiges of control are hanging on a knife’s edge. She needs one more thing to send her flying. With my nose, I nudge the material of her nightdress to the side, and as I bite down on her shoulder, her pussy clenches tighter around my dick, and she explodes in my arms. A powerful orgasm causing her body to shudder and shake under me as my own orgasm bursts from my balls and out of my dick to coat her insides.
Eventually, we are both still with me inside her, and my teeth embedded in her shoulder. My dick jerks, occasionally, but we remain silent in the shadows of the trees while far off in the distance, a church clock strikes midnight.
Tamara’s legs give way, and I slip out of her and take her gently down onto the ground to protect her from a bad fall. She turns in my arms to face me. Speckles of moonlight through the branches of the trees illuminate her face.
“Thank you.” She shuts her eyes. All her tears drying up. “This isn’t wrong.” Her eyes open, again, and I see honesty and happiness in them. They are tired and still edged with the grief she feels, but contentment is there. “We both consented, and that is the difference. The darkness is a part of us both, and it won’t ever disappear. We just needed to find the right person to share it with.”
Leaning forward, I press a soft, almost too tender kiss to her lips.
“Monsters together.”
“Forever.”
Chapter Twenty
Tamara
The sheets are twisted around my legs, and I kick out to free them. The friction between my thighs causes me to moan with the pain I feel down there, and I shift carefully, knowing I’m going to feel tender for a few days. The bed next to me dips, and I open my eyes to see William.
“Water and painkillers. You’ll need them.”
I groan and close my eyes again. Memories of the day before flood back: my mother’s death, seeing her body in the morgue so broken and bruised, and being chased and caught by William in the forests of the Oakfield estate. My shoulder hurts from where he sunk his teeth into the flesh there, and I’m not looking forward to peeing because my lady parts are so sore, even the flats of my feet feel torn apart.
“Why do you have to have such a big dick?” I pout, needing to distract myself from my mother’s death. If I let the grief overwhelm me, I won’t be able to channel the anger I have into destroying Viscount Hamilton.
“I was born with it.” William chuckles, and I hear him place the water and tablets down before wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me up in the bed.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch.” I squirm and open my eyes to glare at him.
“Stop being a baby.” He opens my mouth, pops the tablets in, and hands me the water to help swallow.
“A baby!” I cough as one of them gets stuck in my throat. I hate taking medicine.
“Yes.” He raises his eyebrow.
“You want me to tell Victoria you called me that?” I retort with a smug smirk on my face. “I swear she’s going to go after your balls today. I can’t believe she saw you carrying me back to my room!”
William grumbles and gets to his feet to take a sip from a cup of a coffee he must have brought for himself along with the water for me.
“I’ll get Nicholas to give her stronger sedatives next time. I like my balls where they are.”
I laugh and then realize the words he chose.
“There will be a next time?”
William stops drinking midway with his cup to his mouth. He places it down on my bedside table and climbs into the bed with me. He shifts me effortlessly, like a rag doll to his needs, so I’m sitting across his lap. Part of me likes it, but part of me wishes he wasn’t all toned and muscular. I need a softer cushion similar to the memory foam mattress I’ve been sleeping on. He must sense my discomfort and tucks me into his side instead.
“Do you want another time?”
“Not right now, but yes.”
“Ok, we’ll do it again, but no sex for you until your fully healed. I’ll just have to stick my dick in your mouth for now.”
I must stare at him blankly because a mischievous smirk crosses his face.
“Only if we both agree and consent,” I retort as he kisses the tip of my nose and says,
“Always.”
I lean into his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.
“How are you feeling?” William questions and fresh tears prick in my eyes. I shouldn’t be this happy when I have my mother’s funeral to arrange.
“Numb, I think. I’m happy I’m here with you, but I still can’t believe she’s gone. My mother, my beautiful, wonderful, caring Mummy. I’ll never get to speak to her again. Who will I ask for advice?
”
“She’ll still be there for you if you need her.”
“How?”
“Something my brother told me when our mother died. I was upset because I needed her, having fallen over and scraped my knee. I cried for her to help me. My father got frustrated and stormed off, but Nicholas kneeled down next to me and told me that if I ever needed my mother, I just had to talk to her. She was an angel and although I’d never get to see her again, she was always there for me because angels were allowed to walk the Earth to help those they love. I stifled my tears and started talking out loud, asking her to take the pain away. It may have been the wind, but I’m almost certain I felt her blow on my knee, and it immediately stopped hurting.”
“That’s beautiful. I’ve always believed something similar. I’ll miss her every day.” My voice cracks, and William squeezes me a little tighter to him. “But I know she’s here with me.”
“Just not when we’re having sex,” William adds.
I can’t help but let laughter engulf me. It’s needed.
“What?” William huffs, not realizing the bluntness of his words. “That’s just a no-no.”
“I promise. My mother will shut her eyes when we’re having sex.”
I pull myself up from his chest, so I can bring my lips to his.
“Tamara.”
Victoria’s hammering on my bedroom door while at the same time she’s shouting in a shrill voice.
“Are you decent? I’m coming in.”
William jumps up off the bed and stands beside it with his hand cupped hard over his manhood.
“She’s not getting my balls.”
“Victoria, I said you’re not going.” Nicholas’ stern tones come through the door next.
“Fuck you,” Victoria responds and without waiting for me to invite her in, she opens the door and storms in. She grabs my discarded jeans and jumper from the previous day and throws them at me.
“Put them on.”
“Victoria, I said no.” Nicholas grabs her arm while trying to reason with her.
“And I told you to fuck off with the rules and regulations. I don’t give a shit about them, right now. All I care about is seeing him arrested,” Victoria adamantly spits words at her husband.
“She consented,” William mutters from the other side of the bed to the warring husband and wife.
“What?” Victoria turns toward her brother-in-law and screws her tiny little nose up in confusion.
“Tamara consented. It was mutual between us. You can’t have me arrested,” William protests his case, and I open my mouth to agree with him.
Victoria shakes her head, though, “I’m not having you arrested, you great lummox. Whatever you did to Tamara left her with the same goofy look on her face Nicholas gets after I suck his dick. I knew she was happy and had consented. No, this is about my father. Our father.”
I shuffle gingerly forward in the bed.
“What about him?”
“I don’t know all the details, but the police are going to bring him in for questioning.” Victoria makes a hurrying motion with her hands, and I pull my jumper on over the clean nightdress William put me in last night.
“On what charges? My mother’s murder?”
“We don’t know,” Nicholas replies and quickly turns around to give me privacy when Victoria pulls the covers away from the lower half of my body. “All I know is that the police are on the way to bring him in for questioning on a matter of importance. The fact they are going to collect him and not allow him to surrender himself at a police station, suggests it’s likely to be for a criminal offense of a serious nature.”
“Yes, it will be.” I hold my breath, not daring to believe that maybe the Viscount actually made a mistake when he killed my mother and will be charged with her murder.
“Do we have my mother’s letter and DNA evidence? We might need to present it to strengthen the case.”
“It’s in safekeeping. If it comes to it, I’ll make sure it finds its way into police hands,” Nicholas confirms.
“Put some shoes on,” Victoria interrupts. “We don’t have much time, and I don’t want to miss this.”
“Miss what?” William asks the question also on my mind.
“Duh!” Victoria rolls her eyes and throws my trainers at me, narrowly missing my head. “Seeing my father get arrested. We’re going to Hamilton Manor. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
“No, you aren’t,” Nicholas grinds out through clenched teeth.
“Again, husband dearest, fuck you.” Victoria smiles at him, and Nicholas raises an eyebrow at her, daring her to test him further. “I’m not missing this. I deserve it for all the years he closeted me away like a hermit, then sacrificed me without a second thought.”
“He gave you to me?” Nicholas reminds her of how they came to find love.
“No, he gave me away for his advancement in the society.”
“I think we should go,” William adds. He’s already slipping his feet into a pair of socks and shoes. “If Viscount Hamilton’s getting arrested, I want to see it as well.”
“I want to go too.” I say, pulling on my trainers.
Nicholas throws his hands up in the air.
“Am I the only one with any sanity?” He shakes his head and stomps back toward the door. “I’ll call for the car.”
The journey to Victoria’s and my childhood home is completed in tense silence. All of us willing the car to go quicker, so we can witness Viscount Hamilton being arrested. When we pull up the driveway, there are several other cars already parked. Some are marked police cars, and the others, I suspect, are unmarked ones.
William helps me out of the car at the same time as Theodore descends the steps of the manor house with a smartly dressed older man.
“A lawyer, just what my father needs,” Theodore addresses me while shooting daggers toward William and Nicholas.
“Will this be your father’s defense barrister?” The smartly dressed man asks. “I’m Detective Inspector French.”
“No,” I reply instantly. “Prosecution, maybe, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I’ll defend him on any charges.”
“Have they taken him yet?” Victoria asks her brother. I know she’s nervous to see the man who gave her away like a chattel, but she holds herself upright with all the decorum of her new position as the Duchess of Oakfield.
Theodore shakes his head. “I don’t know what hold they have over you, Victoria, and you Tamara, but whatever it is has gone too far. False allegations against our father of tax avoidance. It’s ludicrous.”
“Tax avoidance?” Victoria and I both say at the same time.
“But what about murdering my mother?” I step forward, and the detective motions to some of the uniformed officers to be prepared in case things turn nasty.
“Murder?” Theodore exclaims with utter indignation.
“You want criminals, Detective? Then look no further than the Cavendish brothers. They are guilty of brainwashing, abuse, and god knows what else. They’ve turned perfectly intelligent women into lunatics. My father did not kill your mother. You want a culprit then, maybe, look closer to home.”
“He raped her. I’m your sister,” I spit at him.
“Detective, I want these people off my property.”
“It’s just as much my property as it is yours,” Victoria counters.
“No it’s not, Sister. Our father has more intelligence than the lot of you put together. He knew something like this would happen, so he signed everything over to me. Right before he disappeared.”
“Disappeared?” I feel my legs wobble, and William is there behind me, holding me up.
“Yes. I’ve not seen him since the night your mother was murdered. He’s been threatened by the Cavendish brothers for some time now. I know they killed their own father to take over the title, and I’ll not stop until I see them rotting in jail for what they’ve done. Now, I want you off my property. All of you.”
; Theodore storms back up the steps of Hamilton Manor and slams the front door firmly shut behind him. The police officers give us funny looks and start to mill back toward their cars – all but the senior detective.
“Interesting,” he says, rubbing his beard and resting a hand over his rotund stomach.
“I think I might have a new case to investigate besides the one against Viscount Hamilton.” He bows his head, recognizing Nicholas’ status as the Duke. “Your Grace, Earl Lullington, I’m sure this won’t be the last you’ll see me, assuming Lord Hamilton’s accusations are true. If this young lady is a lawyer, you might want to start working with her on your defenses.”
As the detective walks away, Victoria slides down onto the steps leading up to our hated former home. Defeat is written all over her face.
“He’s got away with it,” I announce– almost in a dreamlike state.
William pulls me into him.
“Not yet. He may have won this round, but I’m not stopping now. That’s one of the good things about autistic people. Once we get a hard-on for something, we don’t give up on it easily.”
Chapter Twenty-One
William
“And now to him who is able to keep us from falling,
and lift us from the dark valley of despair
to the bright mountain of hope,
from the midnight of desperation
to the daybreak of joy;
to him be power and authority, for ever and ever.
Amen.”
Tamara picks up a handful of soil from the ground and follows the priest by throwing it on top of her mother’s coffin. She leans back into me as Victoria does the same with her little piece of earth. We say goodbye one final time and turn away, back to Oakfield Hall. There was, initially, some debate as to where Tamara’s mother should be buried until Nicholas suggested she could have the vacant plot next to our mother – the one my father should’ve had his body buried in when he died. Instead, we’d had his body cremated, and we’d flushed the contents of the urn down the toilet. It seemed a really fitting tribute to the woman who was considered to be not only a surrogate mother to the current Duchess of Oakfield, but also the actual mother of the woman for whom my feelings are increasing in intensity the more time I spend in her company.
