by Ker Dukey
Pressure burns my throat with the lack of oxygen, my brain unable to concentrate on anything but him, his adoration, his violence, his complete commitment to me right now. He’s everything I imagined, and more. The feel of him inside me brings tears to my eyes, makes my heart beat harder.
His hand leaves my neck and twists into my hair. I gasp for breath as he slams me harder into the wall and releases a torrent of fucks so brutal that I swear my pussy is bleeding around him. The cuffs around my wrists burn, chafing at my skin. The wall bruises my back, the harsh thuds slicing pain up my spine. His hands tear at my hair, scorching my hair follicles. His cock pounds at me mercilessly. And his eyes love me.
“You’re so hot,” he growls, “So fucking tight.”
“Cole…”
Every muscle in my body is screaming in pain. My bones are shattering inside me with the pleasure and my veins struggle to cope with the burst of adrenaline that powers through them. Yet he doesn’t relent. He fucks me harder, deeper, taking me to new heights that I am sure I’ll never recover from.
“Come on!” he roars. “Don’t be fucking greedy. Come. Let my cock feel your cum, sugar!”
I tighten my legs around him when he drives so deep inside me I can’t help but allow my climax liberation. I scream so loud I know the spectators can hear me. Ecstasy storms me, breaking me in pieces around him. He follows me over, hissing and growling as he pumps hard into me. His hand grips my hair stricter, the pain prolonging my orgasm as he fights with his own, his body trembling around me as his forehead drops to my shoulder and he moans with every fierce pulse inside me.
My body is still humming when Cole pulls out of me. He looks angry, furious even, and I blink at him. Without saying a word, he reaches up, snaps open the cuffs then tucks himself away.
“We’re going!” he barks as he flips the knife in his fingers and passes it back to me.
“Cole?”
He shakes his head, his throat bobbing up and down as he swallows harshly. “I said we’re going!”
Hurt creeps in as I watch him turn his back on me and leave the room. Frank stares in shock as he also watches Cole storm from the room.
“What’s got up his ass?” he asks as he ambles over to me.
My mind won’t work quick enough, the bliss still riding me making everything about me lazy. “He doesn’t like voyeurs.”
Frank quirks a brow. “Well it’s a bit late for that.”
I nod, “Yeah, he loves me and knows how I like it though. Just figure he’s not too happy with me for pushing him.”
Frank nods. I can’t help but feel slightly relieved that our act worked, gaining Frank’s trust.
He turns then stops and looks back at me. “Obsidian wants to meet you.”
I stall, stunned. “Really?”
“Mmm, I informed him he had a fan. Come find me when you’re done and I’ll introduce you.”
“Thank you.” I can’t hold back the grin. Take that Cole Jennings!
The dark temptress stared right at me. But she had been so focussed on her scene partner that she hadn’t even seen me. She was smart, I knew that from her finding the website and actually getting further into finding a lead in the Angel killings than any authorities.
She was special and would make an incredible detective if the darkness inside her didn’t sit so close to the surface. He wouldn’t like her getting this close and would soon have her on his radar now she got to the club. But what he doesn’t know is she’s already on mine.
Watching her, knowing she was looking for me was a turn on, not in a sexual manner, it fed my ego that she was so close, yet was still the mouse being preyed on by the superior predator.
She is quite the dirty angel, bathed in sin and coated in beauty. I’m not sure why I was surprised at that fact she appeared to take such pleasure in pain but I was a little taken back by the pure euphoria on her face as he delivered her form of kink. Her pain tolerance didn’t surprise me though; she had proven herself durable when Jimmy ended up dead instead of successful when I paid him to attack her. I needed to test her, see what she was made of.
The fact she was even out and not emotionally traumatized by the attack only made her darkness show itself to me more. Did she know how well matched we were?
Not much got my cock hard in Crimson Apple these days, not the shows open to all clientele anyway. But watching her gave my mind stimulation as well as made my cock stiff. Watching the blood trickle between her ample breasts, the thick red nectar tauntingly travel across the paleness of her skin had made me hungry, greedy for the only stimulant that could ever arouse me.
We both had a taste for pain and blood, connected in ways she would never comprehend, along with the game we played together. She was changing me, molding me into something new. She enticed me with a new craving… a craving to own her.
This detective she had clinging to her like a guard dog was irritating me now, I didn’t like him bringing out such pleasure in her. I wanted to peel his cock like a banana and staple it to his hips before pouring acid over it to wash away any trace that he took her in front of me.
Learning all I can about him and limiting him from play is the next move in our little game… A game I planned on winning, and she was the prize.
Obsidian is nothing at all what I had expected. He’s tall, thin and gaunt, I would even go as far to say he looks skeletal, his scrawny body surprising me.
His eyes lift to mine and then slowly rake over me when Frank leads me into a side room. A shiver breaks my spine with the intensity of his striking blue eyes. They are almost too extreme, bordering on extraordinary, so much so that I wonder if he wears contacts to obtain that much vividness. His hair is jet black, slicked back on his head and I only just stop myself from curling my lip at how greasy it appears.
“Miss Connor,” he greets me with an obvious lisp, the pronunciation of Miss sounding like Mith. He opens an arm, gesturing to a chair one side of the table he is occupying with a variety of women. “Leave us,” he orders. Immediately the four women that had been draped over him slip from his side and stroll away.
I take the seat he offered and sit nervously. I have to play the part so I make myself stare at him with awe on my face, my eyes wide as if I’m star struck. “Thank you so much for this.” I giggle like a schoolgirl. “I’m a huge fan of yours.”
Sighing loudly, he regards me. “Cut the shit. Tell me why you’re really here.”
I tense, trying and failing to hide the shock on my face. “I’m sorry, I don’t…”
Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on the table and stares at me. “I know who you are. It appears you’re quite the popular subject.”
Narrowing my eyes, I tilt my head. “You seem to have misinterpreted my…”
“Winter Kelly.”
I gulp. Cole had been led away somewhere, and now I was deep in the shit. Panic hits me and I consider how fast I can bolt. But then, unexpectedly, Obsidian places his hand on my forearm. His touch is soft, light and there’s a sadness in his eyes that startles me. “You’re looking for your sister.”
All I can do is nod, dazed and mute.
He nods slowly. “I’m not sure how you think I can help. Did you think you would find her here?”
It doesn’t make sense. I swallow and shake the shock away. “No, but I was hoping someone here would have some information.”
He frowns, “And why is that?”
“Well I have a source that tells me you frequent a chatroom that my sister used.”
He blinks, stunned by my revelation. “So you think I have something to do with taking your sister?”
“No,” I answer quickly. “I think I know who has her, I just thought… hoped that someone would know something.”
Sighing heavily, he looks down at his hands as he taps his fingers on the table. “Miss Kelly, I don’t want to… alarm you, but I think we both know who has her, and if that’s the case then…”
I shake my head quickly. “No,
don’t say it. I won’t give up. I am going to find her and I’m going to find her alive. Angel is toying with me, playing silly games. I just need to get a step ahead.”
Obsidian sucks air through his teeth and leans back in his seat. “Angel?”
“Yes, the serial killer all over the news.”
Narrowing his eyes on me, he looks like he’s contemplating something. Abruptly, he snaps his fingers and Frank comes running across the room. I had forgotten he was even there. It appears that Frank isn’t actually the manager of the club, the way Obsidian barks orders at him makes it obvious. “Find me some paper!”
Frank nods quickly and runs off, quickly returning with a pad of paper and a pen.
“You need to speak with Marlon French,” Obsidian mutters as he writes something down on some paper. “But I give caution, Miss Kelly, French isn’t one for games, or judgement. He…” He twists his lips as if considering how to word something. “He’s as dark and sick as they come. You judge him and what he is and he won’t think twice about slitting your elegant neck before you can catch your breath.”
My eyes widen.
“However,” he continues, “I feel he may be able to help you find your sister. He deals in the more sinister… virgin auctions, slave trade, that kind of thing.”
Stiffening, my whole body tenses when I hear those words and Summer together in the same sentence. I try to keep my face casual, as indifferent as how Obsidian speaks about such atrocities. How could someone know about and deal with these awful things on a day to day basis and not report them to the authorities? Yet, I know I’m naïve to all this, and there are things in this world that go on right under our noses – sadly.
“He will have nothing to do with your sister’s disappearance, but if anyone has heard something, it will be him.” Obsidian expresses. “Although I urge you not to go alone. Take someone who… can handle themselves.”
I nod quickly as he passes me the piece of paper. “Thank you so much.”
He nods once. “Make sure you mention my name, otherwise he will kill you before you get through his front door.” That makes my heart rate ramp higher. “And be aware, he charges a hefty sum for information.”
“That’s fine.”
Frank awaits me but before I leave the room, I stop and turn. Obsidian looks back at me and as if knowing what my question is before it leaves my mouth, a sadness descends in his eyes and he licks his lips. “My baby sister went missing four years ago.”
Heaviness swallows my heart. “I’m so sorry.” It makes sense now why he is in the chatroom, maybe he’s still looking for her. I’ll never give up either.
He nods again.
Leaving him to his sorrow, I turn back to Frank.
“Miss Kelly,” Obsidian calls as I step through the door.
I look over my shoulder to him.
“Be luckier than I was.”
My heart breaks a little when the pain that dulls his vivid blue eyes consumes the air in the room. Without speaking, I nod and give him a soft smile of thanks.
Cole is sat at the bar when Frank escorts me back to the main club area. He narrows his eyes on me and I can see he’s still angry. I have no idea why, and quickly my own temper rises when he slides off his stool and walks towards the exit without even speaking to me.
“What the hell is your problem?” I hiss, trying to catch up with his swift and long steps as he storms from the club into the parking lot.
I can feel the fury radiating from him as he climbs into his car and acknowledges my question with more silence. In fact, as he tears away at a speed that sends me hurtling back into my seat - and most of the way home - all he acknowledges me with is silence, a dark, brooding quiet that is making my teeth vibrate. I can tell by the tightness of his jaw and the way his cheek keeps twitching that he’s furious, but it’s the way he completely ignores me that causes an unpleasant taste start to coat the inside of my mouth.
When he finally pulls up to the sidewalk outside my house, I finally give in to my rage and swivel in the seat to glare at him. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
He thumps the car into park and then slams the same fist into the steering wheel, making me jump. “What’s wrong with me?” he suddenly shouts. “Me? You could have got killed in there! Or worse,” he spits as his face snaps around to mine, “raped!”
“Cole…”
He’s so angry that I can actually see a vein throb in his temple, even in the darkness of the car.
“That was so wrong! So fucking wrong. Why can’t you see that? Are you so blinded by your stupidity…?”
He gasps with shock when I slap his cheek hard, his face snapping to the right with the force of my anger. “Blinded by stupidity? Stupidity?” I rage back. I’m so fuelled that tears of adrenaline force free and dash down my flushed cheeks. “I’m not stupid! It’s not stupidity. It’s called unconditional love, Cole! I’m doing this for Summer, for my little sister. Yet you seem to have forgotten that!”
He scoffs, shaking his head. “So you will just fuck anyone to get her back? Degrade yourself like that? Become what they are?”
Hurt slaps at me and I rear back, blinking at him.
Realizing what he said, he hisses out a ‘fuck’ and reaches for me. “Shit, Win, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know exactly how you meant it, Cole.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “You don’t.”
Pulling open the car door, I turn back to him before I get out. “Oh, believe me, yes I do. I’m sorry you had to fuck me, Cole. I’m sorry you had to degrade yourself. I’m sorry I put you in that position. But you needn’t worry, I won’t be doing it again.”
“Win!” he shouts as I clamber out and race up the path to my house. “WIN!”
I slam the door shut behind me and house every bolt into its slot before I allow the tears to finally take me under. The pain in my chest cripples me as I wrap my arms around myself and slide down the door, my back squeaking against the smooth polished wood.
It’s all a mess. And although I feel I’m a little closer to finding Summer, a conscious part of me agrees with Cole. Tonight was stupid, reckless. But I’d been running on adrenaline and desperation. The sickening thought that she could have been in that club, with some filthy bastard who was forcing her to do things that she shouldn’t even have nightmares about, had given me a strength to do anything, anything, to get her back. And that anything had taken me to a level that was shameful.
It’s that shame, that self-disgust, that brings me to my side on the floor, my arms still hugging my body as I rock back and forth, horrendous wails of grief and hopelessness tearing from me.
Where the hell is she? Where the fuck is my baby sister? What the fuck is he doing to her?
Obsidian had given me a lead I hadn’t expected. Yet, there’s a depth to my worry that hadn’t been there before. Before, I still had hope that Summer could just be a runaway, a statistic within many of the missing people, or she had just fell in love with someone she shouldn’t, maybe her teacher or her doctor, and had fled to be with him. But it is being surrounded by those lowest of the low, the sickest fucks in the criminal world, and being given leads towards more sickening fucks, that finally makes me recognize that Summer is in the hands of someone who will hurt her. Someone who has a vile and tainted taste for the macabre. Because there are people like that out there, no matter how much we don’t want to see it, or believe it. Our minds are very good at blanking out what we don’t want to accept. We subconsciously filter out all the disgusting wrongs in the world, and we think because we don’t give them thought that they can’t touch us or our loved ones. But it’s because we don’t want to admit to it that we are made to horrifyingly witness it. To feel it. To touch it.
And as it finally sinks in, as my mind finally accepts it, and my soul finally sees it, I can’t do anything but allow my brain to crumble under the truth that my sister may already be gone to
me. Who knows what Angel does to them before he finally allows them some peace. He has her… I know it.
A loud knock at my door causes it to vibrate. I get to my feet and wipe away the tears before opening it. “Cole just give me some space…” My sentence falls short when it’s Jake standing there and not Cole.
“Who’s Cole?”
“None of your business, Jake. What do you want?”
“To talk, to sort things out. I assumed when you hadn’t been by to pick up your stuff that there was still a chance you wanted to work things out?”
“Well I don’t.”
“You’ve been crying, Snowflake, let me make you feel better?” His hand reaches out to my face but I pull back.
“This isn’t tears for you, Jake. I haven’t even thought about your cheating ass since the day I dumped you.”
“Don’t be a bratty, little bitch, Snowflake, I wasn’t cheating.”
“Just fuck off, Jake.”
His foot stops my plan of slamming the door and instead he pushes his way inside. “Don’t talk to me like that, you’re being ridiculous.”
“Get out!” I shout, pointing to the door behind his approaching form.
“Not until you accept you’re not ending things.”
Who the hell does he think he is? I don’t have the energy for this.
“Don’t come any closer to me, Jake, I mean it.”
“Why, what are going to do about it, bad girl?” He smirks. He seriously thinks this is some sort of role play.
Moving towards him I bring my palm up with force to his nose, making him screech and stumble back. Blood burst from his nose like a broken dam. “You crazy fucking bitch, you’re going to pay for that!”
Before he can take another step Cole appears behind him and grabs his arm, twisting it up his back and shoving him against the wall.
“Who the hell are you? Win, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I quickly assure him.
“Snowflake?” Jake squeaks and it reminds me of how pathetic he is. Why was I ever with him? Because you thought he could give you what you needed…until Cole enlightened you.
