by Emma Luna
Ollie wastes no time. He takes hold of my hips in a tight grip that will most likely bruise in the morning and he pushes his big, hard cock deep into my pussy, hitting that sweet spot as he does. I see stars and I can hear my breath coming out in pants in between my moans and whimperings. Ollie doesn’t take things slow this time. Before was for teasing, this is the real deal. Every time he impales himself deep inside me, I feel as though I’m falling apart. I am sweating, my breathing is erratic, and I’m clawing at the bed sheets, gripping them just for something to hold onto. My moans have become frantic and I lower my head to the bed and bite the bed sheets in an attempt to muffle the noise.
CRACK! Out of the blue, I feel a hard slap against the swell of my arse cheek as Ollie’s hand makes contact. Instinctively, I let out a guttural groan, loving the sting against my tender flesh. Ollie has never spanked me before, and I never would have let him do that to me. But fuck, does it feel good and now I know that I don’t think I want to stop him. He obviously likes my response to his spank because his low-pitched moan matches mine.
“Fuck, baby. You liked it when I spanked your arse, didn’t you?” he asks as he continues to pound my pussy ruthlessly. I can’t think straight. My mind feels as though it’s floating away and every nerve ending in my body is on fire. I can feel the pressure between my legs building even higher with every thrust of his dick into me.
“Yes,” I scream at the top of my voice, giving Ollie a small piece of me that I never intended to give away. A small piece of trust that I’m not sure he should have. But right now, all that matters is I chase the ending I am desperately craving.
“Do you know, Piper, that when I spank that delicious curvy arse of yours, your pussy clenches down on my cock like a vice? And fuck me, does it feel good.” Before I have time to reply to him, he proves his point with another spank to the opposite arse cheek. This time, I can feel the way my pussy clenches and then gushes slightly, clearly aroused by the pain. Ollie groans loudly this time and slows down his rhythm, just a little. But I don’t want things to slow down, so I back my arse up hard and start to ride his cock, impaling myself on it as hard as I can. The hiss from Ollie at my unexpected maneuver delights me and I continue backing my arse up and grinding along on his dick. Ollie holds my hips and guides me. I can hear his breathing become erratic and he’s starting to lose control too. That's when he starts to take over. Speeding up his movements until he’s pounding in me, hard, vigorous thrusts that hit deep inside. The crescendo starts to build and I feel as though I’m losing control. Even though it's something I never do, right now, I’m doing it willingly, for Ollie. My body ripples like electricity runs through my veins and every part of me is on fire. My breathing is unsteady and my pulse is racing. Sweat is pouring down my face and my hair is sticking all over the place, but I don’t care. The delicious clench in my stomach begins and I start to see stars behind my eyes as I reach the cliff edge.
“I’m… fuck… I’m going to… fuck me… I’m going to cum!” My screams fill the room as my whole body starts to shake. I can feel the walls of my pussy start to clench and I know I am milking Ollie’s cock at the same time. His moans match my own and he continues with his thrusts as I fall apart in his arms. His rhythm that has never faltered before, now starts to become uneven, just like his breathing. Ollie slams into me hard and the sound of our flesh connecting echoes around the room along with our cries of happiness. My pussy gushes around his cock as I cum hard. This is all it takes to push Ollie over the edge and with a gruff moan, his dick stills before exploding. He fills me completely and I feel my pussy tightening and spasming around his cock, milking it dry, desperate for every last drop of his cum.
Once we both come down from our incredible high, I flop down onto the bed so I’m lying on my stomach and Ollie collapses onto my back. He uses his arms to hold his weight off me, but I like the feeling of being enveloped by the heat from his body. As we fall into the new position, his cock slides out of my very sated pussy and it feels empty. It feels as though the piece I never even knew was missing just left and I want it back. I want him back inside me already.
“Fuck, Piper, that was amazing,” Ollie says as he rolls off my back and to the side of me. He’s laying on his side, as close to my body as he can get without fucking me or squashing me. I like the warmth of his skin against mine. This is a new sensation for me. I don’t know what it is that changed, but I’ve never allowed myself to feel this way before. I don’t do emotions and I certainly don’t trust other people with mine. Nobody has ever given a shit about them before, so I stopped trying. Yet I think with Ollie, I may not want to give him that piece of me, but he’s taken it anyway. I do feel something for Ollie. I have no idea what it is or what fucking use it is to me. But I will need to think this through because I had a plan. One that did not involve Ollie.
Ollie kisses and suckles on my neck as we lie together peacefully. The only noise we both hear is the scurrying of my rats as they burrow their way around Chance’s body. He remains unconscious and I see blood dripping down his body into little pools on the floor. He hasn’t lost a great deal of blood, but I doubt, with the level of pain he has endured and is still to experience, his body will be able to tolerate more. He is out for good now. I have done this enough times to recognise the patterns and Chance is done for.
Laying here, surrounded by my rats' noises and wrapped tightly in Ollie’s arms, I feel a strange sense of home. I’ve never associated anything with home before. I never needed to. But right now, I feel a warm feeling in my chest that has nothing to do with the afterglow of the orgasm. I am happy. This is a big fucking problem because I wan’t supposed to get attached to Ollie. He is temporary; they always are. Granted, he’s lasted longer than all the others, but that doesn’t mean I was keeping him. My mischief is complete, we don’t need any more.
I feel Ollie lightly tracing his finger over my skin and he looks up at me, smiling with his big blue eyes boring a hole into my soul. He looks like I light up his world and I think he might do the same for me, except he can’t. The next stage of my plan has already been put in motion, I am moving on from this shitty town. Having left behind five bodies, I have decided that I need to move on. Normally, I would take Ollie with me. Fake names and details are all arranged for me to use when I’m ready to go, but I only had one made. The fact I want Ollie to come with me is the exact reason he can’t. He makes me feel and I can’t let that keep happening, I need to be strong and independent. The only family I need is myself and my rats. I give Ollie a small smile in return. Just enough of a smile to pass off as being normal, when really there is nothing behind it. I know what I have to do and just the thought of it is ruining the glorious afterglow that’s flooding my body.
Ollie continues to stroke over my skin with the pad of his finger, sending tingles all over as he peppers little kisses to my cheek, chin, and neck. I can’t hold back the little shiver that runs down my back and I hear a little chuckle leave Ollie’s lips. He’s leaning right over now as he breathes right next to my ear, waiting for something. Personally, I’m hoping for round two. Instead, Ollie whispers into my ear gently.
“I know you will hate me for saying this, but I have to. You have to know how I feel. I love you, Piper.” His words ring out around my brain and I feel like I have been hit with a stun gun. Nobody has ever said those words to me before, not a single person and hearing it from Ollie’s voice is the most confusing thing in the world. There is a part of me that would love to continue as we’ve been doing; me, Ollie, and the rats living as one big happy mischief. But I know that isn’t the life for me. I am never meant to have my happily ever after, I’m sure. No matter how much I want it. So, now it’s time for me to put my mask back on and turn into the fake version of Piper. Someone who is only too happy to be alone and not give a shit about anyone else. For the first time in my life, I know I’m going to struggle to pull off my next plan. Because next time my rats get hungry and they’re due another play time, I hav
e my next victim all lined up. He knows too much and he can’t move on with us, no matter how much I want him to. Ollie has to die. So, for now, I have to pretend like nothing has changed and then when the time comes, he will be the one strapped to the table begging for death.
Epilogue
Ollie
“I know you will hate me for saying this, but I have to. You know how I feel. I love you, Piper!” I say the words that have been dancing around my brain for the last week at least. I know how I feel, but I have to know if she feels the same way. I am filled with confusion and torment over it and I need answers.
I never let my eyes stray from Piper’s because those first couple of seconds will give me her most genuine reaction, before she has a chance to put her mask in place and give me the reaction she thinks I will want to see. Her violet eyes flash, and at first, I think it is just the residual lust left over from our orgasm, but I don’t think it is. It seems like there is genuine shock on her face, like she can’t quite believe that I could possibly be in love with her. That, I do believe, is an honest reaction.
You see, Piper spends her whole life making sure that everybody loves her. She changes who she is, how she dresses, how she behaves, to fit in with the people around her. She is determined to fit in, but what she doesn’t realise is that she was born to stand out. She is more beautiful than any other woman in the room, her confidence gives her that extra level of swagger that most women lack, and there really is no denying that a confident woman is sexy. So, no matter how much she tries to fit in, she will always be more. That is why men flock to her and, with the flutter of her eyelids, she has them falling for her, but they are all part of the act. Those men all fall for Piper the living doll, the version that is presented to the world. I, on the other hand, have seen the real side of Piper, including when she is at her most vulnerable. That's why there is shock on her face for a fraction of a second because she cannot believe that I am capable of truly loving her when I know everything about her.
So, I let her assess me. Her now clouded eyes stare into mine and I watch as she tries to look for any sign that I don’t mean what I said. I hold firm, keeping my chin up, and the cocky grin on my face.
I see the moment she realises it is true because she starts to panic, her eyes darting around fiercely, looking for a way out like she is a caged animal. She starts trying to sit up, and looks around, considering what her next move is going to be. I should feel proud that I have actually managed to fluster Piper. Normally, she is two steps ahead and has a plan for every scenario, but not this one. That makes me sad. Although, I knew how this was going to go down, I’m not going to deny that my heart is hurting right now.
I just told the girl that I am in love with how I really feel and she is behaving like a caged animal, like she needs to get away. Not exactly like the romance you see on the TV where the couple declare their love for each other, share a kiss, and run off into the sunset together. Fuck, that is definitly not happening here. Trying to hide that my pride and my heart have both been wounded by my silence, I go to stand, leaving Piper scrambling in the bed.
“I’m gonna make a start on getting this all sorted. You can go up to bed,” I say quietly, effectively dismissing her. I don’t want to look at her right now, the pain is too much. She has been my lifeline for such a long time, I didn’t want to believe that she didn’t feel the same way about me as I did about her. I knew that she needed me to help her with feeding the boys, and keeping the mischief safe, but I had no idea that was why I was recruited. I wish I had never found those notes, my heart truly did break that day.
Piper and I were planning another job. She had her target location all picked out and had been scouting the location several times over the last few weeks. We had been talking, just in general, about how many times she had done this before and how she gets prepared, but also if she ever needs to adapt her plan or change anything. She made a strange comment about always needing to replace her pets when they become too settled or difficult to manage. I know she was making it sound like she was talking about her rats and anyone else wouldn’t have questioned it. But I am not just anyone. I know Piper, I know all of her tells and her lies. She thinks of her rats as her babies, she would never refer to them as pets. That means she sees something else in her operation as being replaceable, and deep down, I know that something is me.
Desperate for proof, I did one thing that I vowed I would never do, I spied on Piper. I read her texts, her emails, followed her around. I know she knew what I was doing, but she never questioned it. She thought I was just doing what I had to in preparation for the final job, but she is wrong. Not getting anywhere, I realised that the only place she keeps completely secret is her patient files.
Piper sees her patients in town but she has an office in a little annex attached to the house. She used to do some of my sessions in that office. I remember walking up and thinking how completely normal this place looked the first time she brought me here. I couldn’t possibly understand why a judge thought I would be able to relate to someone who lived like this, but, of course, he was right. Me and Piper clicked instantly, but it took several sessions before she trusted me enough to bring me into her life. Thinking about her locked cabinet in the annex, full of her handwritten patient notes, made me curious about what was written about me. How did she know I was the right person to choose? Am I just a pet?
Waiting until Piper went out to town, I broke into her annex and, using the key I stole from Piper, I was easily able to access her records. There were loads of them, all in alphabetical order, but I couldn’t see my name anywhere.
I rummaged frantically through the paperwork, hating that I am breaking Piper's trust and worried that the longer I am in here, the more chance I have of being caught. It’s not until I get right to the back of the middle filing cabinet draw that I see a bunch of files all held together with an elastic band. They aren’t in alphabetical order or labelled like the others, but they do have a post-it note attached to them with the word ‘pets’ written on it.
I pull the files out and quickly scan through them. There are six files here and it’s not until I get to the last one that I see my name. There in black and white is the court referral form, sending me to Piper for therapy and on the top of that referral in her swirly handwriting is the word ‘PET?’, the question standing bold and clear. Before she had even met me, she knew that I would be perfect for this role. A role that apparently five other men had played before me.
Looking through their files as quickly as I could, I was horrified to discover that Piper had the same process every time. She selected a man who she thought would be perfect, she worked with him, built up his trust, and made him need her. She took him into her life and moulded him into exactly what she needed him to be, which is essentially just a fucking assistant who disposes of the body and evidence for her.
She kept detailed notes on all of the men, even after they finished therapy. Notes of how she felt they were fitting into the mischief and generally how they were getting on with life. To an outsider reading these notes, they look like a psychiatrist checking in on their patient and noting that they seem to be doing ok for themselves, but I can read between the lines. Piper is noticing all the little details, like when she suspected the first guy of talking to the police, or if they didn’t enjoy the games night in a way that she would expect them to. She is making note of all the times that they aren’t conforming to her way of living, analysing how much of a risk they are to her and her lifestyle.
I don’t know why, but the first emotion I feel after betrayal is jealousy. The thought that she has the kind of relationship with five other men that she has with me makes my blood boil. I can feel the grip on the folders tighten and the pages begin to ruffle, I quickly snap myself out of it. Piper can’t know I was here.
The more I look through the files, the more I see that she didn’t have the same relationship with them as she did with me. In fact, I am the longest running ‘pet’ by s
everal months. From what I can tell, once Piper stops trusting them, she decides to move town and start anew. I always knew this would be a necessity because if we stay in the same place for too long, the bodies will start to pile up, whereas if we move around, we can scatter them. Piper has been talking about moving recently and I had been encouraging her. We talked about where we would move to, the type of house we would get together, but it was all just bullshit to her. It’s obvious from reading this file that this is what she does. When the guy stops being of value for her, he becomes her final victim and then she moves on. She is already planning to move on, but I can assure you that I do not plan on being anyone’s victim. I need to come up with my own plan, and fast.
Thinking back on that moment still hurts me. Part of me wanted to believe that Piper kept me around for so long because she had feelings for me too, that she actually meant what she said about us moving on together. Looking into her eyes now, seeing her inability to even look at me after I opened up my heart to her, leaves me feeling deflated. I truly felt that Piper was my family. She replaced the family I had lost and became my everything. Now I have to get away. If I don’t I will always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for my turn to wake up strapped to the table. I can’t let that happen, but I am guessing walking away from Piper is not going to be easy. Not just because I love her, but because she controls the narrative. This is her show and we are all just actors, playing a role in the Piper show. We do as she says and when she no longer needs us anymore, we are disposable. That is how she likes it. Puppets don’t talk back and they certainly don’t go off script, which is exactly what I am doing right now.
