Her Knightmare

by Sam Crescent

  He couldn’t help but laugh. “You know what they call me, right?”

  “I know what they call you. I also know what they call me, and it doesn’t make us invincible. We can still take a bullet, a knife, we can still die. Don’t let your reputation go to your head. Always remember, someone will happily take your place and throw you off that throne that you’ve built for yourself.”

  Dwayne took the warning. Over the years he’d been many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. His reputation had been something other people had made around him, not something that he’d willingly done himself.

  “Dwayne,” Hope said, surprising him that she was on the stairs in the hallway. He’d always liked her, not sexually either. She’d been a weirdo, but a nice one, when they were at school.

  “What’s up, Hope?”

  She glanced toward the office, and he nodded. “You heard.”

  “You weren’t exactly being quiet.”

  “I’ll remember to keep my voice down next time.”

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been listening.”

  “It’s completely fine. Just don’t tell anyone, okay? I like to keep my secrets a little while longer.”

  “I won’t say anything. She’s nice though, sweet. You’re good for her.”

  “Thank you.”

  He didn’t linger. He walked out to his car, climbed inside, and took off toward his apartment. He made a pit stop at a coffee shop that he loved, grabbing some cinnamon buns and coffee before heading back home.

  Entering their apartment, he heard Charity in the kitchen.

  Putting the baked goods and coffee onto the counter, he moved up behind her, pulling her against him for a hug.

  “You’re awake,” he said.

  She chuckled. “Well, yeah, I’m not sleepwalking, silly. I was wondering where you were.”

  “Sorry, I had a couple of errands to run, but I stopped off, got us a few things.” He pointed at the coffee and buns. “It’s to make up for not being here this morning.”

  She cupped his face and kissed him hard. “You’re an angel.”

  Sitting opposite her at the kitchen counter, he admired her curves in his long shirt. It looked good on her.

  He liked seeing her in clothes he owned. Her blonde hair tumbled around her, and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as she licked the frosting off her fingers.

  “This is so good.”

  “How are you settling in?” he asked.

  “I put my clothes away in your closet. I hope that’s okay.” She was nibbling her lip, looking a little nervous.

  Her parents hadn’t wanted her to move in with him. He’d sat while they tried to encourage their daughter to stay with them. Her father asked him if he was going to argue, and he shook his head, telling them that as far as he was concerned it was Charity’s decision. When they saw that he wasn’t forcing their daughter to do anything she didn’t want, it seemed to help them relax with her moving out. Of course, they hated that she’d moved in with a man so much older than she was, but parents couldn’t have everything they wanted. Not on his watch.

  Taking a bite of his cinnamon bun, he noticed a couple of buttons of her shirt had slipped open, showing a tempting curve of her breast. He didn’t look away. Every time she moved, the shirt would either open or close, offering him more temptation or shutting him out. Since he’d taken her virginity, he’d not made love to her again. He’d not wanted her to ache when they were together again. Also, work and moving her into his apartment had gotten in the way.

  “Take off the shirt,” he said.

  Her chest was flushed, and her eyes looked so beautiful as her cheeks went red. She didn’t deny him though. She opened the buttons, sliding each one through the tiny slit, spreading the shirt wide as she dropped it from her arms, her tits on glorious display. His cock hardened instantly. He couldn’t deny himself a taste of her for another second. He needed her more than he had ever wanted anything else in his life.

  There would be no holding back, not now, not ever again.

  Charity belonged to him, and he was going to treasure her.

  ****

  Finally!

  Charity had been hoping for more, for Dwayne to take her, to fuck her, to do all the wicked, wonderful things she’d read about in books, and for the past week, it was like they were more friends than anything else. They slept in the same bed, but every time he left early, she was awake. She didn’t want to beg him or anything or appear desperate.

  “I love your tits,” he said. “Lean back a bit in your chair, push them out.”

  Putting her hands behind her, she thrust her chest out, watching him as his gaze moved down her body. She loved his eyes on her, the way he seemed to eat her up just by looking.

  “Have you been thinking about me?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You want me inside you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Touch yourself, Charity. Show me how wet you are?”

  It felt so natural to reach between her thighs, to lift her legs up so that she could spread herself wide for him. Sliding a finger between her slit, she stared at him, watching him, unable to look away as she started to tease herself.

  Stroking her clit, she stared at him. He sat back in his chair, and he could clearly see her as he removed his jacket, then his shirt, before moving around the counter so that he stood in front of her. She’d pushed away from the counter so that he’d been able to see.

  “Put your fingers inside your pussy. Two of them.”

  Plunging two fingers inside herself, she gasped, especially as Dwayne reached out, teasing her clit as she did so.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. It’s going to get even better. I want to taste you.”

  Pulling her fingers out of her pussy, she held them up for him to take. With his other hand, he gripped her wrist and licked her fingers. At the same time, he kept on teasing her clit, stroking her, driving her crazy with need, and she did not want him to stop, not for a single second.

  “I want you, Charity. I want you sliding on my cock, and I want to watch you take me.”

  “I want that too.”

  He stepped away from her, and she watched him remove the last of his clothing until he stood before her completely naked. His cock was out, long, thick, with pre-cum leaking out of the head.

  Before he removed his pants, he’d gotten a condom, and now he tore into it, sliding it over his dick. She was surprised it fit, his cock seemed so big.

  He took hold of her hand, and he moved her toward the dinner table. He sat down in one of the chairs that didn’t have any arms.

  “I want you to sit on my cock. Slowly, I want to watch you take me.”

  She licked her lips and nodded her head, so turned on by what he wanted. As she straddled his thighs, Dwayne held his cock, and she moved so that her pussy was aligned to the tip.

  “Look at me when you do.”

  Gripping his shoulders, she watched him, unable to look away as she slowly sank down on his length. The width of him, everything, took her breath away as she took him into her body.

  “That is so fucking hot.”

  His gaze kept moving from her eyes to between her thighs, watching as she sank down on his cock.

  “Oh, wow,” she said, moaning.

  “That’s right.” His hands were suddenly on her hips, and he pulled her down, making them both cry out as he slammed to the hilt inside her, shocking her with the power of his thrust. “Fuck, yes, that felt so good.” He stroked around her ass, back up, and covered her hips once again.

  Cupping his face, she tilted his head back so that she could kiss him. She couldn’t get enough of this man, not that she wanted to.

  One of his hands caressed up her back, going to her hair, holding her in place as he kissed her lips.

  She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. They both moaned, and he lifted her up, placing her on the edge of the table. He pulle
d out of her so only the tip of him remained and slammed in deep.

  Meeting him thrust for thrust, she took whatever he had to give and gave a part of herself as well, desperate for more. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded away inside her. She loved every second as he took her. She didn’t want it to end, nor for him to stop.

  Touching her clit, she saw and felt his approval as he seemed to go crazy, fucking her hard. Over and over, he slammed in deep, and she screamed his name, wanting more, needing it.

  She’d been a virgin a long time, and that one night, he’d awakened her and now there was no going back, not ever.

  “So fucking good. That’s it, Charity, fuck my cock. I want you to come all over it. I want it, give it to me.”

  She whimpered, moaned, and gasped as the feel of him inside her, along with the pleasure of his touch went into another dimension. Nothing made sense to her, and yet, everything felt clear. Dwayne was hers, all hers, and she was going to do everything to keep him. She loved him more than anything else in the world, and it hadn’t started when he took her virginity, or danced with her beneath the stars. It had happened when he came for her, carried her out from a room known for death and carnage.

  “You feel so good,” he said.

  Teasing her clit, the sweet build of her orgasm started, and as it did, Dwayne fucked her harder. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the air, along with their heavy panting. She couldn’t get enough, and as she came, she screamed his name, wanting more, and he gave it to her.

  “Fuck, yes, that feels so good. Yes, yes, yes!” He pounded inside her, and she felt his cock harden as he tensed up, moaning as he came. The pulse of his release surprised her as she felt every little kick.

  The bite of his fingers in her flesh would leave marks, but she didn’t care. She wanted to wear his marks more than anything else.

  “I only intended to eat breakfast with you,” he said.

  She chuckled. “I don’t mind. You can eat breakfast any way that you want. I’m here no matter what.” She winked at him, and he rolled his eyes.

  “You’re a bad girl.”

  “Ah, but don’t you like that?”

  She ran her fingers down his back.

  “Yeah, I kind of do.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Do you want to come out with me today?”

  “Are we going to kill people?”

  He laughed. “No killing people. Just normal stuff.”

  “Sounds kind of boring, but I like spending time with you. You’ll do.”

  He rolled his eyes.

  He pulled out of her, and she let out a gasp. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, it feels so good. I like you inside me.”

  He kissed her hard. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

  “Admit it, it’ll be a good death.”

  He sank his fingers into her hair, and she held him tightly, not wanting this moment to end, but also wanting to go out with him.

  “I think it’s time to shower first.”

  “Sounds tempting.”

  He kissed her again, and they didn’t make it to the shower for another two hours as they made love once again on the table, and then he couldn’t get enough as he pushed her to her knees on the bed. She wasn’t going to complain as she loved how insatiable he was when it came to her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dwayne closed his eyes as Charity took his cock to the back of her throat and then pulled out until only the tip remained. He didn’t know what to fucking do. He was so close, but he didn’t want to blow just yet. She’d been wanting to suck his cock for a few days now, and he’d been putting her off. Not because he didn’t want her lips around his dick, but because he didn’t know if he’d be able to last with his dick in her mouth.

  She moaned, and he gripped the chair that he sat on as the vibration traveled up his dick. Some program that they’d been watching played in the background, and he didn’t give a shit what was going on. All he cared about was how good her lips felt. He was so close to coming.

  You’re not a damn teenager.

  Running his fingers in her hair, he pumped into her mouth.

  When he heard her gag, he eased back, not wanting her to be put off by his desperate need. Her hand covered his cock, and he watched her build up a pace, working his dick at the same time as sucking on him, her lips taking more and more of his cock, her fingers slick from her own saliva.

  One, two, three, four, five, six.

  Don’t blow.

  Think of something.

  Not her pussy.

  Damn, I want to taste her pussy.

  It was that time of the month, so she wouldn’t let him. She’d started this morning as it had been an interesting trip to the grocery store. He didn’t have a clue what he was looking for, and before he’d allow her to move on, he read every single box to understand what she needed in case she ever needed any. A couple of women had stood and watched him. All the time he asked questions, Charity was so embarrassed, but he didn’t mind. Some men were freaked out by menstruation, but not him. It was natural, like breastfeeding.

  Fuck!

  He shouldn’t think about that. The thought of Charity, pregnant, her tits leaking milk. Yeah, he was seriously fucking disturbed.

  She did that moaning thing again, and he just couldn’t contain himself.

  “I’m going to come,” he said.

  Charity didn’t pull away, and he couldn’t stop it. He came.

  “Charity, fuck, baby.” He closed his eyes, the pleasure gripping him as wave upon wave of his cum filled her mouth.

  He felt her swallow, and as he opened his eyes, he saw her as she took every single drop of his cum. It was so sexy to watch, and when she finished, he was too sensitive for her to touch, and he pulled away, taking hold of her face and kissing her. He didn’t care that he tasted himself.

  He wanted to kiss her.

  “I did it right?” she asked, when he trailed his lips down her neck.

  “Hell, yeah. You did it right. I want to fuck you so bad.”

  “Not long. A couple more days.”

  He groaned but didn’t press the issue. Yes, he was twisted enough to see if they could fuck while she was on her period. They totally could, but some of the boards he’d read were not that promising.

  He wasn’t about to tell Charity all the things he checked since she’d moved in with him. They’d been living together now for about a month now. During that time, she’d gone to visit her parents a couple of times. After the first, not so successful visit, he’d opted to stay at home so she wasn’t embarrassed.

  Dwayne didn’t like her being away from home. He enjoyed having her around the house, watching her cook, smile, and just be herself. There were moments when that happiness would fade, and he knew without a doubt what she was thinking. She would always apologize, which again, he hated. She didn’t need to apologize for anything.

  “I liked that,” she said, sitting in his lap. Her head resting against his chest. “Any news on the missing bodies?”

  Since she moved in with him, he made a vow to never keep anything from her so she was always prepared for the worst. She was now named in his will, and he’d also made both of his uncles agree that she’d be taken care of, no matter what. He wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her, not even for a second.

  Planning for the worst was something he’d gotten into years ago.

  A week ago, there had been another body uncovered not too far from where he used to bury his own. Caleb and Beast wanted him to move the bodies that he killed fifteen years ago, but he refused. Told them they could, by all means, go and do it themselves. Dwayne wasn’t convinced this guy was anything more than an opportunist. The place he put bodies was a really good hiding spot. The guy wasn’t dumping them in the same spot twice, and he was using different forests as Williams, their police informant, had let him know. It was so notorious for animal attacks and hikers getting lost that it had been clo
sed off from the public from entering.

  He’d been there many times himself when he was much younger, and yes, there were wolves, but with a couple of guns, they never attacked, and of course, he sometimes used to feed them. A quality steak per dig kept the wolves at bay.

  “There’s security footage that I went back and set up near the drop zone, and I’ve been able to see his back.” He was not about to tell her that the ink on the guy’s neck was from a notorious gang known on the streets for pimping women, raping them, allowing men to kill them, and recording it. He’d been investigating the gang for some time as a complaint via Williams, who had asked for help.

  Girls as young as fifteen were going missing. Most of them were suspected runaways, but it would seem the woods wasn’t the only place that was getting dead bodies to appear. They were cropping all over the city, women facedown in the water, the marks and abuse on their bodies making clear that they hadn’t been having fun prior to the attack.

  “I hope this matter can be resolved quickly. I don’t like the thought of anyone breaking bodies, or hurting anyone, you know. It scares me.”

  He kissed her lips. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby. I will always take care of you.”

  “I know.” She was about to say something else, he saw it clearly, but then she pressed her lips together and forced a smile, dropping her head back down onto his chest.

  He wanted her to talk to him. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he loved her, but each time, the moment didn’t seem to be fucking right, and it was killing him.

  ****

  Charity stared across the street. The doors in her car were all locked, and she only wished that the windows were bulletproof. This part of the city was never on the brochures. Women walked around semi-naked, men with their dicks hanging out. The scent of sewage backed up heavy in the air, so much so that it turned her stomach.

  It had been several months since Dwayne had come for her. He’d stormed that bar, killed those men, and then taken her home.

  She gripped the steering wheel tightly, hating the sickness that rolled through her. She couldn’t bring herself to drive away.

  In the past few months it had been surreal. She’d graduated and was now living with Dwayne. She had even begun applying for work, which he told her she didn’t need to do, but she didn’t want to spend all the time at home doing nothing. She was a woman who wanted to work, or at least occupy herself while Dwayne was out of the house.