by Lily White
His hand was in my hair before I’d even noticed he’d moved. Pain shot along my scalp as he twisted his fingers into the strands, damn near pulling them from my head. Pinning me backwards down to the mattress with my knees bent and my legs trapped beneath me, he hovered above me, his face only inches from mine. Pain burned in my muscles, but I didn’t cry out in complaint, doing so would only excite him more.
I didn’t understand his mood swings, even though I now recognized the monster that lurked inside him.
“Jude,” I pled, “You’re scaring me.”
He grinned, the expression more scornful than friendly. With a controlled voice he asked, “What makes you think you have the right to let me do anything. I fucking own you, Pet. Haven’t you figured that out by now? If I wanted to slice off your fucking ears and feed them to you for breakfast, I’ll do so regardless of whether you have a problem with it or not.”
His hand released my hair, but only so he could run his palm down my body and squeeze my thighs where the muscles still burned from the position of my legs. I yelped in response, causing his smile to broaden.
His voice so low it was barely a whisper, he lowered his face more until his mouth brushed against mine as he asked, “Are you letting me hurt you now?”
I knew better than to respond. When Jude was in this mood, it was best to remain silent and allow him to work himself out of it without interruption.
Releasing my thigh with one hand, he traced a fingertip up my skirt, pulling the material away from the burning tight skin of my thighs. With his other hand, he reached up to grip my hair, lighter than before, but still hard enough to keep my head pinned to the mattress.
The fingertip he ran along my leg finally pushed up against my panties, not enough pressure to intrude, but enough to cause my heart to hammer in my chest.
An amused expression tightened his lips, his eyes sparkling in response to the fear that was obvious in mine.
“You’re wet. Even in pain, even though you’re frightened, you still respond to me, ready and willing to let me take you wherever I want to go.” His lips trailed over my cheek until they rested against my ear. On a whisper he teased, “You’re so weak, Pet. Even after everything you’ve done, the death you’ve caused, the nightmare you’ve become, you’re still so very weak.”
Daring to speak, I answered, “I’m yours. That’s the only thing that matters.”
His fingers let go of my hair as he pushed up above me, my legs still pinned, his hand still pressed up between my legs – his finger running over the sensitive flesh that was soaking with invitation for only him.
“If you’re mine, then I do as I please. You don’t let me do anything. Are we clear?”
Nodding my head once, I watched him, prey trapped beneath the dangerous and agitated predator.
His eyes locked to mine. “Never believe you’re my equal. The assumption will only get you killed.”
A knot of panic choked me, but I forced my throat to swallow it down. He would never hurt me – would never extinguish the life he helped build for me – but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be creative in the punishments he used to torment me.
Breaking his gaze from mine, he leaned down to nudge my shirt up my body with his nose, his lips trailing over my skin until my breasts were exposed to the heat of his breath.
“Have you ever wondered what my victims feel at the moment they meet their end?”
Clenching my eyes shut, I didn’t answer, knew better than to feed the monster that was slowly crawling beneath his skin.
Sharp pain burst across the skin of my breast when he teeth latched onto the tight nipple. I cried out, my voice slicing the silence within the room as fear blossomed that he’d punctured and torn the delicate skin. This was his trademark, the trophy he kept in a plastic bag that reminded him of each woman he’d owned before me…during me…and would continue to own until his beast was once again calm.
As my body shook with fear and pain he ripped the panties from my body, two fingers shoved inside me as he released my nipple only to bite the fullness of my breast. I cried out again, but pleasure was mixed with the fear and pain that filled the sound of my voice.
Seven…eight…nine more bites, the marks branding my skin before he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you, Pet, whether you let me or not.”
Pulling his hand from my body, he unbuttoned his pants, releasing his cock and pushing my legs apart without allowing me to unfold them from beneath the weight of our bodies.
Positioning the tip of his cock at my opening, he locked his eyes to mine, but the sound of the doorbell broke the rage in his concentration.
His head fell forward, his teeth gnashing together so hard that his jaw ticked with agitation. “Who the fuck could that be?”
Pushing away from me, he glared in my direction, making it clear that I wasn’t to move away from the position I held on the mattress. Jude grabbed the tablet from the pillow where he’d left it, sliding his finger across the screen to open the app connected to the security system in the house.
His lips pulled into a feral grin. “It appears we have company, Pet.” He turned the tablet to me so that I could see who stood at the door. “It appears your boyfriend has come to join the party. How wonderful.”
My eyes connected to the screen and I swallowed again when I saw Donovan’s face staring straight into the camera.
10 Jude
Pet had pissed me off but in turn that had made me want her even more. It was a sick kind of love we had, these similarities in our make-up seeming to lead to the friction that made me want to wrap my hand around her throat and choke the life out of her.
Or caress her and lick her cunt until she came on my face screaming my name. It could go either way really.
I was so full of need, that red angry need that was only satiated by death. The homeless guy at the warehouse hadn’t even come close to filling it, it had only triggered my longing for blood and destruction.
I was about to plunge into my Pet to keep myself from wrapping my fingers around her tender throat and filling that need when the doorbell chimed.
I checked the security camera at the front door and found Agent Blake standing there managing to appear smug and awkward at the same time, like a spoilt child. How fortuitous.
I leapt to my feet, smirked at Pet and told her to sit still.
She dropped back to her haunches like a faithful dog and my heart swelled with pride for her. She was getting so well trained in spite of her occasional push back and reminder that she wasn’t going to ever be on my level. She hadn’t been born into my money and would always maintain that edge of desperate poverty.
I slipped my shirt and pants back on and smoothed them down. The door buzzer went again and I felt a slice of irritation cut through my cool exterior.
Why was Agent Blake being so fucking pushy? Did he still smell Pet’s cunt on the wind? Was he scenting her out like a hound dog?
I watched the monitor and made Blake wait until he appeared ready to turn and leave. I needed to teach him a lesson, a man like me didn’t jump up and react every time a man like him needed to talk.
As he turned and took two steps off my front door I opened it and stood there waiting for him to clue in.
He paused, tensed and turned back, a defiant look on his face. “Mister Hollister,” he said through gritted teeth. “Are you home alone?”
“Why? Are you here to ask my Pet out on a date?”
“No, I mean if she’s here I’d like to see her, but no.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“You should have called me into the station,” I said and narrowed my eyes, observing him carefully. He seemed nervous, there was a vein throbbing in his neck, his pupils were dilated and his mouth seemed dry.
“This isn’t something we can talk about in front of anyone else,” he said and his eyes shifted nervously towards the back of the apartment. He knew where the master be
droom was, he assumed correctly that Pet was back there.
“Pet!” I called out without taking my eyes off him. “Come out here!”
I heard the quiet whisper of her footsteps on my marble hallway floor and she joined me obediently.
“Good girl,” I said without looking down at her. “It seems your boyfriend here is after a little more of your sweet pussy.”
“There’s no need to be vulgar,” Blake said, wincing.
“Sorry, would you prefer I called it a cunt?”
“Please, she’s a lady.”
I scoffed at that. “My Pet might be many, many things but none of them is a lady.”
She pouted at that, but what did she expect when she dressed herself like a cheap whore and used her pussy as her weapon?
“It makes me uncomfortable to have you treating her like that,” Blake mumbled and looked to Pet to reassure her. She visibly brightened under his support and it angered me.
“Does it?” I asked with my brow arched. “Does it make you uncomfortable when I do this?”
I grabbed Pet’s hair and jerked her towards me. She gasped and winced, but fell against me in submission. I tugged at the little lacey negligee she had worn to greet Agent Blake and cupped her bare, smooth ass.
“Do this make you uncomfortable?” I asked, staring straight at him as I pulled Pet to stand in front of me, facing him. I ran my hand along her gorgeous ass cheek, slid it between her thighs and found her sopping wet pussy. I slipped a finger inside her and fucked her slowly, deliberately without breaking eye contact.
He swallowed hard and whispered, “No. Not at all.”
As if on cue, Pet moaned and her head lolled on her neck as she began to go limp with pleasure.
“Are you uncomfortable now?” I asked and unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and slipped it between Pet’s thighs, along her soaked cleft, and paused at her entrance. I stared at Agent Blake and thrust forward, impaling Pet on me. “How about now?” I asked evenly.
“No,” he exhaled and his eyes darted down to Pet’s perfect breasts, he watched them bounce as I thrust inside of her, one short, hard motion after another.
“Get down,” I ordered and he stepped towards us, a question on his face as if he was struggling with the command. “On your knees, taste her cunt,” I said, my voice rasping slightly as I fucked her harder.
He hesitated for half a heartbeat, and I thought he might balk at my demand, but he sunk slowly in front of Pet and looked up at us.
“Taste her,” I ordered. “Eat her pussy.”
He dipped his face towards her smooth, shaved cunt. He paused again in front, inhaled deeply, and dove in, slurping and licking like a starving man at his last meal.
I fucked her hard and with each movement it drove her clit against him, slamming into his face and making her groan with pleasure.
I reached around and grabbed him by the back of the head so he couldn’t pull away and plunged deeper inside of her.
He struggled against the pussy grinding against his mouth and I pushed deeper, harder, forcing her body against him.
I could hear him grunting and fighting me, but if he wanted gone, he would have gotten free. He wanted this as much as I did, which made him a sick fuck.
I spasmed and thrust one last time, emptying my aching balls inside my Pet. I felt her cunt flutter and clench around me as she screamed her orgasm, screamed my name and his.
He relaxed at that, her acceptance…and mine. It didn’t bother me that Pet would want him around or that she was so aroused by him. It amused me, most people had more than one dog after all, Pet needed companionship.
She leaned back against me and I felt her body go boneless as she often did after she came. I caught her in my arms and freed Agent Blake at the same time.
He pulled back, inhaled a huge breath and jumped to his feet.
I lifted Pet and cradled her, kissed her and spoke softly to her, let her come down from the intensity before I fucked her again.
“So what were you wanting to talk about?” I asked Agent Blake as I set Pet down onto her feet. I tucked my cock back into my pants and raised an eyebrow.
“I need to talk to you about the murders,” Blake said in a rush of words, as if he’d been holding them all in. “I need to be in on this.”
11 Jude
“In on what? You liked our three way?” I asked with a bemused tone. Pet stepped back, pulled her nightie down and stood against me. I placed my arm around her to keep her close.
“Not the threesome, not the sex. I want to be involved. I know you’re the Cascades Killer and I want in.”
“For what?” I asked. “What’s the point?”
“The point is that I’m sick of what’s happening. I want to break free and find my true place in the world.”
“On your knees in front of me?”
“If that’s what it takes. Listen, my partner doesn’t believe the last victim was one of the CK’s. She thinks he must have had help.” With that his eyes darted to Pet. “I think I know who did it, and it wasn’t you, Jude.”
“So we’re pals now are we, Donovan?”
“Not pals, I don’t know. I just know I don’t want you to go down. I want to see this through.”
“How would I go down?” I asked with a chuckle. “I was locked up during the last murder. Besides I read in the paper today that you already caught the girl who did it.”
“That’s my point, Agent Chase doesn’t believe that Patricia had anything to do with it. She’s an excellent agent and she thinks it’s you. She’s not going to stop until she proves it.”
I inhaled slowly, almost tasted the scent of Pet’s cunt on the air and looked Blake up and down. “So you want to help us? The two of us? What’s in it for you?”
“Freedom. Simple freedom.”
“We’ll need you to commit to us,” I said, stroking my chin. “That is if any of this were true, and if Pet or myself were actually involved in any murders.”
“What do you need from me?” he asked, his voice tinged with desperation.
I thought for a moment and an idea sprung forth. One that would prove his loyalty and offer me an escape from the torments that were haunting my head. An outlet for my demonic desires.
“I need your partner. Agent Chase. She’s that lovely little one you were fucking, isn’t she?”
“She is,” Blake said, narrowing his eyes in thought. “I don’t know if I can do that though…I was thinking we could maybe run off together or something.”
“No, we need a blood commitment,” I insisted. “Bring her to me and we will discuss the nature of our relationship after that.”
He considered my proposal for such a short amount of time, I knew he’d had it in the back of his head before he’d even gotten here. He’d wanted to bring me Agent Chase from the beginning.
“Okay,” he said and held out his hand. I shook it and he grinned. “I guess this means I’m officially on board.”
“You’re on the team,” Pet said with breathy excitement.
“Yes, yes, you’re one of us. If you pull through.”
Doubt flickered across his face and was gone in an instant as he once again resolved himself to his task. To bringing me his desirable little partner so I could slake my thirst and bind him to us with her blood and destruction.
He left the apartment and it was silent for a few moments afterwards as Pet and I listened to the sounds of his footsteps down the hall outside.
“Is this a good idea?” she asked. “Can we trust him?”
“I suppose we’ll find out,” I said and kissed the top of her head. “All of life is really just a glorious wait and see, right Pet? You never know what it’s going to bring.”
I kissed her neck and couldn’t help myself, I nipped at her flesh and heard her yelp in pain.
I bit harder and tasted blood, felt her struggle against me but I held her tight. She would never get away and she knew it, she accepted it.
She went limp i
n my arms again and I carried her back to our bedroom to fuck her again until she recognized my dominion over her and stopped struggling all together.
* * *
The itch was back and I could no longer ignore it.
I needed to kill. I needed to kill somebody I knew, somebody I wanted…maybe even somebody I loved.
It was a deep sensation, layers under my skin, bound in muscle and bone and untouchable until I slaked my thirst for blood.
We were driving out to my old stomping ground to meet up with Agents Chase and Blake, Pet in the passenger seat talking incessantly in her little sing-song voice about the most mundane topics.
I could barely stand it.
We’d wanted to run away together but I wondered if that had been my intention all along. Had I meant to run away with her or had I been planning to get her alone and destroy her to quench my unending need?
Love was so irritatingly complicated, but it was even more tangled when you wanted to murder what you fucked.
“Don’t you think so, Jude? Sweetie?”
Pet’s voice broke through into my private thoughts. It seemed like I only had one place to get away from her these days, and even then she managed to burst through like an intrusive neighbor.
“What?”
I snapped and had to look away when her face dropped into a rejected pout.
“I was just saying it’s so handy to have Agent Blake on our side. My god, imagine the things we could do with a real FBI cop working for us.”
I sighed and gripped the wheel, tapped the brakes to slow down with traffic and carefully planned my words. I wanted her to shut the fuck up but I didn’t want to upset her.
If her emotions were triggered, she would never stop yapping.
“You’re so very right,” I replied, not looking at her. I clicked the volume control on the steering wheel and brought the music up to a crashing level to drown her out.
If she knew what I was doing, she was dancing along a dangerous line by singing loudly to the songs she recognized. It grated my nerves and I felt the tension in my shoulders as they tightened up in irritation.
