by Tia Wilson
He spun once more, hearing the whisper of her feet on the grass. The sheets gave way to the open lawn and she was standing there. A smile on her face and the sun behind her making her hair look like it was spun from copper.
“You like to play?” he said.
“Depends who with,” she said, a slight drawl to her voice. A softening of the ends of words and an elongation of the vowels was present.
“What about me then?”
“You look like the kind of man my Daddy warned me about”.
“What kind would that be then?”
“The dangerous kind,” she said lowering her eyes shyly as she said it.
This girl was enticing. There was something about her he couldn’t put his finger on. She seemed completely innocent, but there was a devious spark to her. It made it seem like she was planning something as she spoke to you, a slight flick of the eyes as she talked. He felt like she could see exactly who he was, see past his limp and see the true man. The idea of opening up to this woman and telling her about the secrets contained in his notebook excited him. He had never shown anyone his work before.
“Maybe you shouldn’t listen to your Daddy, maybe you should listen to me. How old are you?” he said taking a step towards her.
She stayed rooted to the spot and said, “I turned twenty yesterday.”
He grinned broadly and hooked his fingers into his belt. His stiff cock was visible and he had seen her glancing down a few times at the bulge. She was his the second he got off his bike he thought to himself. Even that didn't feel right to him, it felt more like he was hers as soon as he approached. Instead of unsettling him this excited him even more.
“I could give you a gift if you want,” Darian said.
He walked another step closer to her. She wasn’t exactly a beauty but there was a simple charm to her. The splash of freckles across her nose, her long gangly limbs and her half mocking half serious tone was intoxicating to him. His skin was prickling, as he got closer to her. Is this what it felt like when sailors of legend heard the sirens call and crashed their ships on the rocks trying to reach them? He felt powerless already, under her spell.
She leaned in close to him to whisper in his ear. A lock of her hair fell across his face, the clean scent filling his nose. His cock throbbed, as she grew closer.
Her lips brushed against his ear as she spoke, the hairs on his neck bristled at her closeness. He was in her net trapped and wriggling.
“My Daddy is in the house. He’s a real bad man. If he was gone, you could…” she said trailing off.
He had been right; his gut never let him down. She was not some sort of innocent waif flitting about the garden with a head full of moonbeams. She was like him, cold and hard inside and ready to do what needed to be done. She had seen him for what he was, a tool to be used for a job she couldn’t do. This thrilled him and the throbbing of his cock intensified.
He didn’t need to know what terrible things her father had done. He just needed to deal with him and then she could be his. Violence always aroused him. The great cosmic clockwork machine was whirring to life and offering this opportunity to Darian if he was willing to take it. Today was turning out to be one hell of a day.
She bit her lip coquettishly as she pulled away from him. He could see it in her eyes, the animal fierceness. He could see that if he didn’t help her then she would rope in some other poor sap. A fool that probably doesn’t have the skill set that he has and would somehow botch up the job. He knew he was perfect for her.
“Where is he?”
“He’s passed out on the couch in the front room. Drunk.”
He looked around and the streets where empty.
“You stay here,” he said.
The front door of the house was propped open with a rock with strands of yellow wool for hair and two large googly eyes glued to it. He went inside and stood in the hall getting a sense of the house. The air hung heavy and stunk of stale beer and cigar smoke.
A loud snore emanated from a room at the end of the hall and the couch creaked as its occupant shifted weight. He sounded like he was in a deep drunken stupor. Darian stood in the open doorway to the room letting his eyes adjust to the gloom.
Lying prostrate and prone on a faded brown couch was the father. He wore a pair of loose fitting jogging pants and a saggy white t-shirt yellowed at the armpits. His head was tilted back and his mouth hung agape and it emanated long nasally snores. On the floor beside him lay a half dozen empty beer cans.
Darian stood watching this heap of stinking human garbage on the couch and imagined the kinds of abuse he was laying upon his daughter. He knew that this drunken slob was the worst kind of human sheep. His time was up.
Darian reached behind him and pulled out a single curved blade from the hidden sheath on his back. He approached the drunken man and stood over him. He observed the rise and fall of his chest, the flicker of his eyeballs behind his papery eyelids. Those eyes would never look upon his daughter again. He felt an extreme sense of calm as he observed this drunken oaf, knowing that his end was near. Darian's lips moved as he silently counted down from ten.
A floorboard creaked behind him and he turned. The daughter stood there chewing on her lip, eyes wide and expectant.
With a flash of the blade as it arched through the air he drew it quickly across the fathers neck. With his other hand he pressed an ugly brown cushion over the fathers open wound as the blood began to spray and then knelt on his chest with his full weight.
The father feebly thrashed about. Within seconds he had stopped moving as his blood soaked into the cushion and the couch. One second he was alive and then I took it away from him Darian thought and this made him feel more powerful. He could feel his chest puff out at this display for the watching daughter.
He wiped his blade on the fathers fat leg and sheathed it, as he turned to face the daughter. She had stopped chewing her lips and had a slight crooked smile. A devilish fire danced in her eyes and her nipples were visibly erect under the light material of her dress.
Darian strode across the room with only the faintest trace of his limp and swept her up in his arms. She was his prize and he would now take her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself close as he ascended the stairs. His legs felt powerful and strong as he kicked open the first door he came across.
The door swung open to a room that was obviously hers. A dream catcher hung from the ceiling and wind chimes melodically tinkled from the open window.
He let her down gently and she stood before him. He could feel a fierce heat radiating off her. Her skin was flushed and he imagined he could see the very blood coursing beneath her pale and freckled skin.
He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her roughly against him. His cock throbbed painfully against her body. He slid his hand down and cupped her ass and she squirmed against him.
He locked eyes with her, trying to figure her out as best as he could. Could she contain the same black heart as he? Had he found his match, a woman who possessed the same dark desires that drove him to complete his list. Only time would tell. He knew that he would be taking her with him. They had a bond forged in murder.
Her eyes dared him to take her, to own and possess her. He bent in towards her and they began to kiss. Her tongue hungrily darted into his mouth and she tasted of peppermint candies. He ran his hand along her back feeling the notches in her spine and then tangling his fingers in her spun copper hair.
She moaned as his fingers brushed the back of her neck and stroked the delicate skin in the folds behind her ears.
He hooked his arm under her ass and easily lifted her as she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her over to the small single bed.
His shins hit the corner of the bed and they fell in a tangle of limbs onto the soft covers. She was on top of him and grinding hard against his swollen cock. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t get it out of his trousers quickly.
She kissed his face
and neck, raining down kiss after sweet kiss on his skin. She moved down his body and pulled up his t-shirt and kissed his thin chest and stomach. She ran her fingers along the spider webs of scars that crisscrossed his body. The scars came after his rebirth and every one told it’s own tale, every scar brought him one step closer to Blackjack. She ran her finger and lips along a scar that ran from his left nipple down to the waist of his pants.
“I was protecting someone I once loved,” he said, only half lying.
She murmured against him as she continued to work downwards. That was enough of a reason for her now.
Her delicate and fine boned fingers worked at his chunky belt buckle and opened his pants. He was breathing deeply in anticipation of her touch. He kicked off his boots and wriggled out of his jeans.
His cock stood proudly to attention amidst a tight patch of pubic hair. The girl ran her warm hands over his balls and circled the base of his cock with her fingers.
She ran her hand along the length of it, appreciating its girth. It throbbed within her grasp.
He bucked his hips forward as she lowered her head towards his quivering cock. She parted her red and swollen lips and the head of his cock slipped easily into the warm wetness of her mouth. Her tongue moved in waves against the head of his cock and he let out a loud satisfied grunt.
She cupped his balls as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft making it slick as it slid in and out of her. He could already feel himself close to peaking as she skilfully sucked and kissed him. He pulled out of her and rolled her over on the bed so she was on her back.
He grabbed the seam of her gauzy dress and ripped it open exposing her body. Her small breasts stood pert and were topped with chocolate brown nipples, which stood fully erect. Her stomach was flat and as pale as the rest of her translucent skin. Between her legs she had a small patch of copper coloured pubic hair.
He cupped her breasts with his rough and hardened hands. For a moment he felt as if someone as beaten up and calloused as him shouldn’t be touching something as delicate and soft as her. Then he remembered the smile on her face after he dispatched her father. She was as twisted as him.
He drew the nipple of her breast into his mouth, greedily sucking and licking at it. His other hand circled and flicked at the other one causing her to moan and arch her back.
He moved his lips down her body, breathing her scent in deep. Her skin was soft beneath his lips and dusted with the lightest fuzz of hair as he moved down her belly.
The pale skin of her thighs prickled as he ran his tongue along them leaving a trail of bites and kisses down her legs.
She moaned and ran her hands through his hair as he moved along her body. The deep musk of her scent filled his senses and he hooked his hands under her supple ass cheeks and pulled her towards him. He parted the lips of her silken pussy with his broad flat tongue and the girl bucked her hips forward spearing herself on his rigid tongue. Her fingers thrummed on his head as she pushed him deeper into her.
His mouth was flooded with her taste as he ran his tongue in broad strokes across her swollen clit. Her breath hitched as his tongue sent electric waves pulsing through her body with each skilful and playful flick of his tongue.
Darian's world narrowed down to the sensation of his tongue fluidly sliding in and out of her pussy. All thoughts of the bank robbery and the list were momentarily blasted from his skull as he tongue fucked her.
He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh of her ass as he pulled her as close to him as possible. Every swish of his tongue caused her to buck hard against him. He could feel her passion rise and his cock twitched and ached as she grew more excited.
The girls breathing came in ragged gasps and sharp inhalations, speeding up, as she was about to peak. He opened his mouth wide and gently sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and moved his tongue in waves of pleasure across it.
The girl let out aloud and long guttural yelp as her body was racked by an orgasm. Her pussy throbbed and quivered against his face as she trashed her head back and forward.
Whilst the super nova of pleasure was still coursing through her he pulled away and like a hungry animal he was on top of her.
His cock slid easily into her quivering pussy and her velvet insides shuddered and contracted around him as her orgasm continued to rock her. He slid all the way into her and she threw her head back in extreme ecstasy.
Her pussy gripped tightly around him and his balls tingled at the sensation. He could feel he was close to coming already.
He wrapped his thin arms around her pulling her close to him. He buried his head in her neck, licking and kissing the tender skin. The girl wrapped her legs tightly around him as he fucked her deeply. Her hands moved down his back and gripped his muscular ass pushing every inch of him into her. She is greedy for him, forcing him in deeper and deeper so that they can become one.
He can feel the tightness in his balls grow, he cannot hold on for much longer. He trusts forward as her moaning reaches another crescendo and she is coming again. Trembling waves course through her pussy as he fucks her. He is at the point of no return.
He thrusts forward and lets out a loud animalistic grunt as he comes inside her. Each surge of his hips pumping more and more of his seed into her as her pussy hungrily undulates around his cock. With one last thrust he is done and pulls out of her and flops beside her on the bed.
He feels spent. There is something different about this girl. Usually after fucking any of the women he paid for he would be up and out of the bed as quickly as possible. Once he came the woman’s purpose was over. This time was different. He was happy to lie there beside her feeling the warmth of her body next to him.
They both gently dozed off.
He awoke to the noise of the bed creaking as she was getting up. She slipped on another gauzy dress and stood over him, looking at him with a smile.
He groggily arose and returned her smile. He was going to ask her to come with him. He didn’t have to.
“Can I come with you? I want to be yours,” she said.
He lay on the bed looking up at her and could feel his cock start to harden again.
“Kiss me,” he said.
She bent towards him, her lips parting as she got closer.
“Not there, here.” He said motioning towards his cock.
She knelt between his legs and took his stiffening cock in her hand.
“No hands,” he said.
She let go of it and bent and kissed the tip. Her lips where full and soft against the head of his cock. It twitched at her touch. She ran her tongue from the base of his balls up along his shaft, never taking her eyes off him. She had a defiant and playful look in her eyes that really turned him on.
He reached down and pulled her hair away from her face so that he had a clear view of everything. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. He man ran his cock over her lips and tongue appreciating this gesture of submission.
“Open wider,” he said.
She obeyed and he slipped the head of his cock into her wet mouth. She moaned around him as he slipped in deeper.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he said.
She obeyed and he held her head almost tenderly as he thrust his hips forward, his cock slipping easily into her mouth. They never lost eye contact, locked onto each other as the layers slipped away and they revealed each other’s true self. She could see into his soul and he could see her truest form, she was no different than him.
