by Lana Hartley
Jeremy yanks my head back so I am face to face with the head of his massive cock. He grips my hair tight, holding me there as he releases another wave of cum. I can feel it as it hits my face and starts to roll down my cheeks, dripping off of me as it keeps coming.
Once his cock calms down from shooting gallons of cum, Jeremy takes me by my arms, standing me back up in front of him.
We stare at each other as his eyes move over my face intensely as I bring the tips of my fingers up to my cheek first, smearing and marking my face with his creamy goodness before I place it on my waiting tongue.
Jeremy’s hands capture my hair again as he takes me back towards the table. His lips are so close to my neck I just want to feel him on me, in me. As he moves his tongue up and down my bare skin, I feel my body becoming overwhelmed with the feeling of intense lust. Only Jeremy brings these feelings out of me. My hands fall to my sides as I play with his shaft; it is still hard but I know I can make it harder. My fingers wrap around it. I start at the head and massage, the tips of my fingers dancing and tumbling over it. As I tighten my grip on it, moving my hands up and down, jerking it slowly as Jeremy moves down my neck, his lips landing on my breasts. I can’t take it. I speed up my stroke as he blows and kisses on my breasts before making his way to my nipples.
His shaft is rock hard now, pressing into my fingers and causing a tingling sensation that moves through my body. Jeremy takes his mouth and pulls my nipple in between his teeth, grinding it on the roof of his mouth. He releases my nipple with a wet popping sound.
Jeremy moves his hands down my back, gripping my ass as he lifts me up. My feet leave the floor, dangling as Jeremy thrusts his hips. The head of his cock slides through my slippery pussy folds before he presses into my entrance and starts filling me up so deliciously with that perfect cock. My entire body tenses up I arch my back hard, throwing my legs around his waist as I try to catch his rhythm. We stay, our bodies wrapped up in each other, for what seems like an eternity. He pushes deeper as I wiggle and writhe on his cock letting it explore every inch of me, stretching and marking every spot in me that we both know utterly belongs to him.
I let out a moan as I throw my head back, whipping my hair from side to side. I wrap my arms around his neck, gaining purchase and getting closer to him. I can't keep control of the lustful passion that is surging through my body right now. I start to squeeze as I pull my pussy muscles tight around his thick, rock hard shaft, and Jeremy lets out a deep groan. He slows down just as I feel his cock twitch inside me. He loves to tease, knowing we're both on the edge of orgasm.
Jeremy takes his shaft and pulls it out all except that massive head. And then he thrusts it wildly it in and out of my pussy to make the pressure all that more intense. I can feel that orgasmic wave crashing hard into my walls.
“OH GOD!” I scream as a river of cum flows from my pussy. Jeremy brings his mouth to mine and bites down on my lip as he pulls it into his mouth. Jeremy groans into my mouth and I taste our shared pleasure, and I'm so satisfied that my eyes roll back in their orbits for a moment and I'm having an almost mystical experience.
He takes my hand and pulls me down onto the floor with him. Jeremy takes his time, sliding under me he grips my ass and pulls my cheeks apart. He takes his time flicking his tongue across my slick lips, up to my asshole he moves his tongue back and forth across it as he adds pressure to my ass. My hands go out in front of me as he is teasing my ass, and I dip my fingers into the sticky blood puddle that has been created by Carter’s lifeless body. I wiggle my fingers in it, covering them with it before I look over my shoulder, staring directly into Jeremy's eyes as I smack my ass, splattering blood all over my lower back. Jeremy moves his lips to my ass and bites down on it. I throw my head back as he slowly releases the hold he has on my cheek. Using his hands, he grabs hold of my neck bringing me up to meet his chest. My body is pressed into his as he pushes his huge cock inside my ass.
My fingers make their way to my nipples, rolling them back and forth between the tips of my fingers, and I start to tug on them as Jeremy speeds up his thrusts that fill up my ass. His cock is stuffing my ass, leaving nothing unexplored or unclaimed by his 12 inches. I finish playing with my nipples as Jeremy starts squeezing my neck, applying enough pressure to make me dizzy with lust. I let my fingers slide down to my pussy and I squeeze my thighs tight around them, increasing more pleasure and pressure around me. My fingers part my pussy lips, pulling my stiff clit in between them as I start twisting it, sending me to the moon with rocketing orgasmic bliss.
Jeremy pulls his shaft free of my ass and I gasp as he shoves his cock deep into my pussy and he comes so hard and so much that I damn near blackout at the intensity. He lets me fall forward, and my hands splash back into the sticky crimson pool that seems to shimmer under the light of the basement lights. I can feel the waves of my orgasm surging through my entire body.
I curl my toes hard, making them tingle as I shiver hard. Jeremy's grip on my neck tightens. It only makes the wave that much more intense as my eyes roll back into my head. My eyelids flutter as my pussy juices squirt out with such pressure that it feels like liquid heat is erupting from my body. I cry out with raw need and passion.
“We’re not done yet,” Jeremy says, and he holds up a finger. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” he says, turning to go up the stairs. I open and close my eyes a few times and let my heart rate attempt to get back to normal, but it is no use. When I see Jeremy return, he’s not empty handed. He grabs a chair and places me in it like I’m more of an object than a person, I’m so light for him to lift and then to bind. He’s got handcuffs, and some other things I didn’t quite catch sight of when Jeremy carried me off to the chair.
The cold steel from the handcuffs that are holding my wrists to the arm of the chair is biting into my skin but it doesn’t bother me…it excites me.
Jeremy has his back to me right now so I can only imagine what other toys we are playing with. I have a perfect view of Carter's bloody corpse from the way the chair is angled. I can look right into his lifeless eyes. I can't help but smile; I am still wearing that smile when Jeremy turns around and starts to walk back over to me. In his hand, I can see a dildo and a blindfold. My thoughts of what he is about to do excite me to no end.
He leans over me as I wiggle and writhe in my seat, my eyes dancing with a lustful passion that only he understands and knows how to satisfy. I arch my back as he slides the blindfold down over my eyes and watch as everything goes dark in front of me. I listen as he moves around the back of the chair, throwing his arms over my shoulders. I can feel that head of the dildo resting on my stomach and I gladly part my thighs and let some of the trapped heat and wetness that he’s building inside me escape. I know he can feel it as he moves closer to my lips. His mouth rests on my neck as he starts to plant kisses on it.
When his mouth leaves me, I shiver, wanting so much more of him. I feel him start to slide the dildo inside of me, filling me and stretching me because it is just as huge as he is. The faster he pumps, the less I can contain my breathing. I’m lost in a flurry of lust, and I don’t even realize how hard I am straining against the handcuffs until I feel him undo them. When he does, he pulls me down and rams his cock right up my ass.
“Jeremy!” I cry out.
“Yes, Carrie?” I can hear the amusement in his voice at my reaction.
“Mmm, so…full,” I manage to moan out. He’s holding me over him and pulling me down on his cock, impaling my ass so completely while the dildo keeps my pussy full to the hilt as well.
The blindfold adds an interesting dimension to this sensation. It is almost like I feel everything more intensely and I just don’t want this to stop.
Not that Jeremy feels like he’s slowing down. He’s slamming harder and harder into me and I can hear our skin slapping together. Feel how wet my pussy is. I am aching for release and as full as I am, I’m already trembling with arousal. I don’t have much more room inside me for the sheer press
ure building up inside me and I don’t even realize the whimpering sound I hear is me until I feel the flood of heat rushing through me. I’m squirting, the pressure built up inside me releasing as I spray cum.
Jeremy’s hands squeeze my breasts before pulling up the blindfold and letting me see just how much cum my pussy is producing. He pulls out the dildo and drops it to the floor, pulling his cock out to slam into my pussy. I’m on all fours, his cock slammed inside of me, as I feel his cock shoot hot jets of cum inside me. We’re a sticky, filthy mess of sex for a long time, shuddering together with the post-orgasm, post-kill haze, and I want to stay in our mess forever, but eventually we have to clean up this mess, and ourselves.
But something has changed between us. Something very good. I needed to be able to share this moment with him…not just the kill, but the fucking. The sex after only made it more clear to me that we need each other on levels that only the other understands. I have this excited feeling about my life, and my future, that I’ve never had before. I have…hope. That’s a powerful thing. I can’t help but hold Jeremy’s hand or look at him adoringly as we clean up the basement, and each other. It may not be everyone’s idea of bonding, but I feel how Jeremy and I are two halves of a very dark whole together.
Carrie
The morning news is playing in the kitchen as we enjoy some espresso over brunch. It was a wild night and now I'm ready to settle in with Jeremy. All the loose strings have been tied and now I am conscious of the fact that I trust him completely and I love every part of him, even the sinister ones. I finally understand the enchantment of death and now that I've experienced it, it’ll will be hard to ever look away again.
The reporters are still covering the mass murder that happened to my classmates and I actually enjoy watching it because now I see Jeremy's point of view. There is a power and fascination in watching death occur. I've never been afraid to die and being with Jeremy certainly cements that. I can't believe the news is still covering this story like some big giant thing. I no longer feel that way. I feel the opposite where murder is just a thing that happens, almost essential to life. I look at Jeremy, who's preparing my eggs.
"I finally get it," I say to him. "The allure of death. It's magical and I can see how you'd be obsessed with it."
He looks at me fiercely and comes over for a kiss. I taste his succulent lips on mine and pull his face into my hands. I look directly at him so he knows I mean business. "I want to be like you."
I see something like happiness spread across his face. "You already are like me, you just didn't know it. That's what attracted me to you in the first place."
"Well, you pulled it out of me. It was there all along and I couldn't name it, but because of you, I can. I feel like my true self."
The expression on his face is priceless as he knows that it's true. "Such a compliment, my love."
He kisses me again and then I sip my espresso thoughtfully.
"No, I don't think you get it. I want to experience it with you. I want to know exactly what it's like."
His eyes turn dark and I know he's considering what I mean.
"Tell me about your first kill."
He looks at me cautiously, determining if I really want to know. "Okay, it was with Carter. We were in college and we were out one night drinking, walking the streets at a late hour. We came across some frat boys who had dragged a girl into the bushes, they raped her. We showed up too late to do anything, they were leaving her when we saw them. We called the cops for her, made sure they took her.”
I'm looking at him with my breath held, waiting to hear the rest of the story. I am trying not to shake myself as I empathize with the poor girl's plight.
He sees my fear. "You sure you want me to continue?"
"Yes," I practically whisper. "I have to know what happened."
"So we, Carter and I, determined that we had to do something. An excessively malevolent feeling came over us. We had never been so close to a crime of this magnitude. They used her body and left her like garbage. Those assholes had to pay, otherwise, no one would ever find out. We stole into each of their bedrooms separately and just killed them off, one by one so that they were dead in their beds. Before we did it though, we said to each one, 'This is for what you did to that girl. You are paying for it.' As the terror crept across their faces and they realized that they had made a huge mistake not only in raping her but in crossing us, well, we got off on it. We left them dripping with blood, to bleed out in their beds till morning when the other frat guys would find them. We even left a note saying that if there was ever another rape coming from that house then the same would follow. It was all over the news but we never got caught. We did it right. And we left a note for the girl too. All it said was, 'For you.' We assumed she'd know what it meant in some way; even if she couldn't remember the details, she knew she had been violated and by our actions we confirmed for her exactly who it was."
My mouth is agape. "Oh my God."
"I know," he says. "I've been going on killing sprees ever since. The rush and the adrenaline of it, and knowing that I am achieving some kind of due justice, well, it makes it all worth it. There is nothing like seeing someone realize that their evil mistake has been caught. Their web of deceit is coming undone. It's the same look we saw on Carter's face. God knows I never thought he'd betray me. But he did, so he paid. He should've known."
I am absolutely enraptured by this man. He's a good person in the most twisted way and he fights for me like no one else ever has or would. It makes me fall deeper in love with him.
I have one question to ask him though. "You said you would never hurt me even if I betray you but how could that be when you're out for vengeance? What if I really hurt you? What if I turned you in or cheated on you?"
His words are secure, "Not you Carrie. Not you. You could even kill me and I wouldn't fight back. I love you like you are a piece of my soul. I would never hurt you no matter how bad things got. There's nothing you could do to make me think otherwise. I promise."
I am moved to tears in knowing that I am the one and only person who could ever fight back or hurt him or hurt somebody else and he would still be with me, fighting my cause. It's fucking romantic and I finally feel treasured and secure in my future. I finally feel happy about my future and as though there is actually something to live for...him.
"I want you to show me," I tell him. "Show me how it's done."
Jeremy
I am surprised by Carrie's revelation at breakfast that she'd like to be a killer too. It is unthought-of of really because I never considered she’d actually do it. I had secretly been seeing her change before my eyes as I hoped she would. I considered that maybe she'd accompany me on my murderous rounds, or at least support me from a distance, or turn a blind eye, but instead, she has defied all my expectations. She has decided to come into the notion fully and she is determined to more than accompany me, but to be my partner in crime. It is my truest desire, to have someone to share this strange, twisted life with. I dared not to even hope that somebody like Carrie was out there, a person for me, someone who would understand all that I have gone through. I dared not hope for such a dream to come true, but in my heart, I always had an inkling that this dream would come to fruition. It felt like a part of my soul was out there, disconnected from me and that we just had to rejoin in order to feel whole again. Well, I feel whole with her. She is my everything, my diamond, my inspiration. When I'm not with her I'm wondering about what she's doing, seeing, and thinking. To my total surprise and shock, she is more than just this innocent girl that I seek to have control of, she is an absolute vision, awakening to her power so grandly. I couldn't be more proud and so I'm happy to grant Carrie's request. I'm glad she's taken a true interest in what I do, and in what drives me forward.
I'm leading her by the hand now down the long hallway of my palace. There are old paintings of my family dynasty and I can see her eyeing them cautiously. That's the thing with her, she has blossomed from an
innocent ingénue into a powerful woman who no longer takes things at face value. She is looking for the darker meanings, the subtle undertones of truth in every situation. I lead her, my diamond, through the hall and into my study, the library lined with books. Of course, I have a secret door here, what billionaire doesn't? But the question is where to find it.
"Do you know where the mystery lies, my love? The secret to my dungeon of pleasure?"
"Um, in a book? A button under the desk?"
"Too obvious." I pull the marble head of an ancient Grecian statue back and the books slide away in the corner to reveal my passage. It is truly where all my secrets are. I've never shown it to anyone, I never expected to. But with Carrie here I am revealing my all to her.
"This place is where all the evidence lies. With one look you could convict me of everything I've ever done and seal my fate forever. I'm trusting you to have me, to join me, or to ruin me. The choice is yours."
We walk into the entrance and she sees every weapon that lies therein carefully placed on tables and along the wall.
"Have your pick," I say, gesturing to the room.
My love takes her time, pondering each weapon of choice, mostly knifes, but some other things as well.
"Crossbow?" She questions me.
"You never know." I wink at her.
She finally chooses an exquisite dagger. It's the William Henry Monarch Lapis.
"This," I say carefully taking it off the shelf and placing it in her hands. "Is essentially an exquisite piece and I can see why you chose it."
She turns it over in her hands.
"Gently," I say, helping her to achieve the proper grip. "It is inlaid with lapis lazuli and blue gemstones, as you see. Quite stunning. And the blade is hand forged. It's the perfect weapon to conceal, and its beauty goes unmatched."
"It's beautiful," she says as entranced with its beauty as I am with her.
"The knife," I continue. "Is my weapon of choice...because it's so intimate."
