by Terry Towers
My eyes went wide and my mouth dropped open… How does someone respond to that?
After a moment he rolled onto his back and burst into laughter. I just stared at him. He laughed for a full minute as I watched, flabbergasted, and when he turned back onto his side to face me, he had to wipe a tear from his eye with the back of his hand.
“I’m fucking with you, Emily. That never happened. But everyone needs a story when they come across someone like me. They need a way to justify what I am and how I think, so they assume I must have had some traumatic childhood. I guess it’s easier to accept that I was made this way by society than to think God would create someone like me. But that’s not the case, not at all.”
“Then what? What was your childhood like?”
He shrugged. “It was good. I’m from a wealthy family from San Francisco. My father was a venture capitalist – a real shark. He was like me, but he took out his…tendencies in business. The rush he got from fucking people over in business was much like I get from the abduction and training process.”
I frowned but didn’t say anything.
“My mother was a psychologist.” He gave me a wink. “Believe it or not.”
If he had a reason to lie, I’d have guessed not. But he didn’t and so far he’d never lied to me – aside from the night at the club – so I tended to believe him.
“She knew what I was before I did, although she never said it in so many words. She also knew what my father was and did her best to direct his tendencies into less destructive endeavours. She’d have long conversations with me, digging into my mind and thought processes. She loved experimenting with me – she even took me into a couple of labs and monitored my brain waves as I reacted to situations. Stuff like that.” He shrugged. “My father refused to be treated like a lab rat, but I was fine with it. She’d always offer incentives. After a weekend of tests and experiments I came home on my sixteenth birthday to a car sitting in the driveway.” He smiled, his eyes taking on a far-off look. “A Ford Mustang. I’ve driven a Mustang more or less ever since.”
“That’s horrible.”
He shrugged. “Not really. She’s like everyone else who doesn’t understand people like me. She tried to understand and ‘fix’ me, but Emily, I’m not broken. If anything I’m superior to other people, a brilliant genetic mutation, because I don’t have anything holding me back. I’m not saying this to sound conceited, but everything about me is superior, from my IQ to my ability to charm people into doing what I want, to being able to read people, to not having to be held back by useless emotions.”
“So what are you, some sort of sociopath?”
He frowned, annoyance etched in his expression. “I’m not a sociopath and I resent being called something like that. I’ve told you already what I am. Were you not listening the first time?”
My heart rate accelerated. He was pissed. I had to fix this before our chat session ended and I was thrown back into my room. Because, no matter how much he scared me, I much preferred his company even when he was acting all psychotic than having the shirt taken away from me and being thrown into my cage and left for days.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
He nodded, his expression relaxing. “It was an ignorant assumption, but I realize it’s not your fault.”
I think that was an insult, but I let it go. Not like I could pitch a fit and he’d care either way. “Then I don’t understand.”
He sighed and actually rolled his eyes at me. “A sociopath is a person who is largely a product of their environment, whereas a psychopath is a product of genetics,” he explained as if he were talking to a child. “Sociopaths can feel love, but they’ve just gotten fucked up along the way. They’re impulsive and sloppy. They’re intellectually inferior. Most can’t adapt to normal society like people like me can.”
I didn’t see how one was better than the other. What was even more bemusing was the fact that he seemed to wear the term psychopath like a badge of honour.
“People like me can live normal lives – if we choose. Had I not taken you that night at the club, I could have easily dated you, pretended to fall in love, married you…and you’d never have known what I really thought or felt.” He smiled at me, a cold, callous smile, sending a shiver of fear rushing through me. “If I chose I could be that dream husband. If I chose to be… I can be anything I need to be – they can’t. And just a little factoid for you, sweetie; it’s estimated that roughly three percent of the population are just. Like. Me.”
“Then why don’t you? You know, assimilate…”
“Why should I? So I can work some shit job, hating every second of it, to come home to a nagging wife and maybe some kids, all the while aching to either slit my own throat or butcher my family just for the thrill of it?”
I couldn’t see my face, but by the grin that formed on his lips, apparently the shock of his words was evident on my face as I stared at him.
He gave my shoulder a playful swat. “I’m being melodramatic, Emily. I wouldn’t kill my family, if I had one now. I’m not completely heartless. I was quite fond of my parents and I felt a loss when they died. It wasn’t the heartbreaking loss most people would feel, I imagine, but they served a purpose in my life, and life became uncomfortable for a while when they were gone.”
“Did you…” I couldn’t even end the sentence.
Chapter 12
Tanner
She was so damned cute, the way her face paled and her dark eyes grew wide as she tried to analyze and make sense of what I was telling her. It was priceless. Fucking priceless. I could almost see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of hers as she sorted through the endless number of questions she had for me.
“Did I what, sweetheart?” I reached out and twirled a lock of her hair around my index finger. The satiny strand swirled around my finger and then dropped away. She didn’t move away from my touch. I liked that. I knew what she meant but loved playing with her, seeing if she’d actually have the guts to ask what she was thinking outright.
She was definitely something special and I supposed part of that specialness was how green and naïve she was. Certainly too special to sell off to some asshole who wouldn’t appreciate her. It was like having a bottle of fine unopened aged wine in your possession. You didn’t give that shit away or sell it to just anyone. You stored it, kept it safe and indulged in it when you had an urge…until it no longer satisfied you.
“Kill them.”
Despite being amused by the assumption, I scowled at her just to see her reaction. She cringed and lowered her eyes. “Do you think I’d kill my own parents? I was only seventeen when they died.”
She slowly lifted her gaze, opened her mouth as if to answer and then snapped it shut again. I could see the indecision in her eyes. She thought I would, and she would be right, although I hadn’t.
“If the circumstances suited you, yes.”
I smiled. She was learning. “Well, I didn’t. They were killed in an auto accident.”
“I’m so sorry.”
I shrugged. “People die. It’s life. Just like the man who was in the other car.”
“So everyone died.”
“The other driver didn’t. Right away. It was determined to be an accident with my parents at fault, so the other driver got away with it. Which was perfect for me, because I didn’t want him to rot in jail – he needed to pay for what he’d done, pay for what he’d taken from me. On my eighteenth birthday I went to the man’s house, broke in and slit his throat. He was my first kill. A birthday present to myself.”
I watched her intently, waiting for the gasp and look of disbelief and horror to appear on her face, but it never came. I have to say it was kinda disappointing. Instead she cocked her head to the side and eyed me, taking her lower lip between her teeth and nibbling lightly.
“Why did you kill him? I mean, if you didn’t love your parents. Why seek revenge? Revenge is usually an action brought on by the pain of loss – right?”
“I think you’re reaching with that assumption.”
She shrugged. “If you say so, Master.”
Well, now she’s getting snarky. I clucked my tongue off the roof of my mouth and gave my head a shake.
“I think it’s time for me to ask a question.”
She hesitated. “Okay.”
“Why are you so calm with me right now?” I could see in her eyes that she was considering lying. “Remember, no lying.” I tapped her lightly on the tip of her nose and smiled.
“Because I want to make you happy so you’ll keep me. And if you keep me, you said you wouldn’t take any more girls.” Her eyes lifted and our gazes held.
“Ahh, so you’ve decided to martyr yourself for the future of some random women you’ll never meet and I have yet to decide on.”
“Yes. And I don’t want to be shipped away.”
“I see.” To be honest, I wasn’t really sure what I’d expected to hear. I should have been happy she wasn’t scared of my touch, considering I’d slammed her head into a mirror, threated her family and chased her through the house. That being said, she’d stabbed me, so I’d say we were even. “And it’s God’s plan? Right?” I could hear the sarcasm dripping from my tone and didn’t give a damn.
She nodded, her face flushing She was learning how much I hated talk of religion. She lowered her gaze, her eyes scanning the length of my body. She looked everywhere but directly into my eyes.
The conversation was beginning to bore me. Slipping a hand into her hair, I fisted her locks and gave a rough tug, forcing her eyes to meet mine. She didn’t so much as whimper, but I did detect a soft moan escaping her lips as I forced her onto her back and my lips came crashing down on hers, kissing her hard. She didn’t protest or attempt to fight me. Her lips parted, inviting me in. Her body seemed to melt beneath mine, molding itself against me.
Releasing her hair, I grabbed her hand and lowered it to my crotch. She grasped my hardening shaft and immediately tightened her grip and began to stroke me. My hand slid over to her mound, and for a brief second her body froze, but as I spread her pussy lips and began stroking her clit, her body began to move against me, bucking against my hand as she grew increasingly wet.
For a brief moment I forgot she was a virgin and I was waiting to fuck her. Lifting my lips from hers, I slid onto her, settling between her legs while continuing to tease her, occasionally dipping a finger into her core and being rewarded with a soft whimper from her. She continued to stroke me, turning my cock rock-solid in her inexperienced hand as I knelt between her legs.
I groaned inwardly and lowered my forehead to her shoulder, biting into the soft flesh, not hard enough to break the flesh but enough to cause a dent in her pale skin. She cried out but didn’t move away. I looked up into her eyes. “So you’re really willing to do anything I want, be anything I want, for some stranger?”
“Yes, Master.” I don’t know why her answer angered me, but it did. She’d only been with me for a couple of weeks, hardly enough time to grow a dependence on me, but still… I wanted it. Normally patience was my strong suit, but not at that moment. I wanted her begging me to fuck her or screaming for me to stop, but she was doing neither – she was just going along with it. It pissed me off.
Rolling off her, I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down my body. “Then suck me off, slave. Earn your keep.” Maybe it wasn’t the best way to go about what I wanted to do, but then again I was pretty fucking confused about what I was attempting to do anyhow, so I might as well get some relief until I made up my mind.
“Yes, Master.” I did love how the word ‘Master’ rolled off of her tongue, so soft and sensual even though that surely wasn’t her intention.
I watched as she positioned herself between my legs, her elbows propping her up on either side of my hips, and grasped my cock again. Lacing my hands behind my head, I continued watching her. “Go on. It’s not going to suck itself off, slave.”
“Yes, Sir.” She hesitated for a moment before lowering her lips, daintily kissing the tip. She was no doubt feeling self-conscious with me watching her so intently, but fuck her. There was a big difference between sucking me off while I was watching and while I was occupied eating out her pussy – I got that. She’d have to get used to it.
“This isn’t your first time, love. I expect improvement over last time.” She parted her lips and began to take me in. Way too slowly for my liking, so I bucked my hips and drove my dick deep into her mouth, slamming into the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and I couldn’t help but snicker, although if the fucking bitch puked on me I’d fucking whip her until she begged for mercy.
Grasping the base, she attempted to regain her composure, moving her mouth and hand in unison up and down. And I’ll admit, it was better. I released a low moan, enjoying the sight of her working my dick. Hearing my moan, her eyes opened and she looked up at me, our gazes locking. To my surprise there was desire in her eyes – fear and a little resentment as well, but it was the desire I loved seeing right then.
“Tighten your grip, baby, and swirl your tongue around my cock as you move up and down.” She attempted to answer, but it was muffled, the hum sending vibrations up my shaft and making me groan a second time. She did as told, her dainty hand gripping tighter and her tongue teasing me as she bobbed up and down.
“So much better.” Slipping my hand into her hair, I grabbed the back of her head and began leading her, thrusting up into her mouth each time she took me in. Closing my eyes, I stopped watching her and allowed myself to focus on the waves of pleasure rushing through me. She was a fast learner and she was bringing me to climax at an alarming rate.
She moaned around my cock again and I smiled. As much as she might not have wanted to be doing this, she was beginning to enjoy it. I had no doubt if I put my fingers into her pussy she’d be wet for me, her tight pussy begging to be breached for the first time. The thought of fucking her began to dominate my mind, her tight pussy wrapped around my cock…
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, my little whore, make me come.”
I bucked harder, my hand tightening its grip on her head. She was no longer in control – I was, and I was teetering on the edge, ready to explode. “You’re to swallow every drop and thank me for allowing you to suck me off, are we clear?” I could barely get the words out before my balls began to tighten and the pressure became almost unbearable. With a final thrust, I groaned as a gush of my seed exploded from my cock, filling her mouth. She moaned as she began to drink me, sucking and licking my cock, doing her best to get every drop.
God, I liked how she moaned as she drank me, as if she was enjoying drinking me down as much as I enjoyed unleashing into her. She looked up, letting my depleted cock fall from her lips. “Thank you, Master.”
Holy fuck. Did she have any idea how fucking sexy she looked or how that sounded right then? I doubted it. She sat back on her knees as I sat up. I wanted to see her and wasn’t interested in taking the time to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. Grabbing the lapels of the shirt, I tore it down the front, buttons flying in every direction. She didn’t fight me.
Pushing the shirt off of her shoulders, I grabbed her neck with one hand and pushed her backwards. My hand tightened on her neck. She struggled, fear mixing with the desire in her eyes, her hands gripping my wrist, attempting to pull my hand away. I loosened my grip, allowing her a breath as I settled myself between her legs.
I released her neck and my lips came crashing down onto hers, kissing her violently, as I braced one hand at the side of her head and slid the other between us to cup her mound. She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me down as she moved against my hand. I could feel her responding under me – this wasn’t just her going along with me to make me happy. She wanted it.
Parting her pussy lips, I slipped a finger into her moist core. She trembled under me. I pulled my lips from hers and stared down at her. Her eyes were closed. “Look at me.”
She sw
allowed hard and slowly opened her eyes as I continued to stroke her inner wall. I needed to stop, to pull away before I slammed my already thickening cock into her. Removing my finger from her, I replaced it with the head of my dick. I didn’t breach her entrance, but merely ran the head back and forth along her slit, stroking her clit with each pass. She moaned and bucked against me, her nails digging deep into the flesh of my shoulders.
“Tell me you want it.”
Biting down on her lower lip, Emily shook her head.
She was lying to me. I could see the lust in her eyes. While her mind might still be reluctant, her body was eager. “Don’t lie to me, slave.”
Emily shook her head again. I slipped the head of my cock to her entrance again and gently pushed. I had no intention of taking her today, but wanted to see the alarm in her expression. I wanted to force the truth from her.
“If you continue to lie to me I’ll fuck you right now.”
“No. No, Tanner.” She began to squirm under me, attempting to get away.
“What?”
“Master!” she screamed out, attempting to push me from her. I released her for a moment, sat back on my heels, grabbed her thighs, slipped them over my shoulders and lifted her backside into the air. She stopped attempting to get away and looked up at me, her hands fisting the blanket below her as I lowered my face to the apex between her legs.
Spreading her labia again, I ran my tongue along her wet slit and she moaned. All struggling stopped and her body relaxed. Apparently fucking her was still a no-no, but she had no problem with my tongue licking her. I chuckled softly. All right. I suppose we could consider that progress. I ran my tongue along her a second time and paused at her clit, taking a moment to tease with my tongue and gently nip it. Another moan escaped her and she gently bucked against my mouth.
“Tell me you want it. Ask me to lick your pussy.”
“Master…” Her eyes pled with me to just continue. I wasn’t letting her off the hook.
