by M J Knight
Walking back to the pathetic blob on the floor, with the crowbar in my hand, I know this is the life I want. I want to be the hand of vengeance. If I’m going to touch the darkness, by God I will bend it to my will. I want to reap bloody pain on every woman and child beater and rapist. I want them to look at me with fear in their eyes as I stand over them and they see death herself. I want to be the last thing they see before their journey to hell to rot forever.
"Anything left to say, Robert?" I ask as politely as possible as I rear back my weapon of justice.
"Fuck you! You crazy bitch!" Ever the poet… Of course, he would make this easy for me.
"Bye Robert." I deadpan. Then I swing with every bit of strength I have in my body. The feeling of metal hitting bone sends vibrations up my arms. I pull back and swing again, but this time it’s softer. I watch as blood pours from his open head wound and I feel nothing but excitement. It’s a complicated feeling, but I crave it. I swing two more times before I turn the crowbar around and use it like a golf club.
"Fore!" I holler, making myself giggle. I swing again, this time my weapon is lodged in his temple behind his eye causing it to bulge out. There ain't no coming back, for Robert, from this anyway. His brain matter and blood are splattered over the floors and walls as well as coating me from head to toe.
I always said I would bathe in his blood and look at me now. I made it. He somehow still has something resembling a breath. I pound a few more times at his neck until I hear the crunch of his spinal column. That's better. I try to stop, but my body is on autopilot as I swing again and again. I don't stop until a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me to a hard body.
"Shhh you did it, Ayida. He's gone. You finished it. You can stop now." The surprise from hearing Holder’s voice breaks me out of my trance.
"I did it. I did it. He's gone. It’s done."
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Holder
Fuck! That was some shit. I was rushing to get to Ayida after I saw that creep grab her, but I got caught up with three other roided out goons. Finally, I made it to the building he had dragged her to. I was crouched down outside the broken window planning my next move when she started taunting and berating him. I almost laughed a few times but didn't want to blow my cover.
When he tried to attack her my first instinct was to jump in to save her, but she gracefully handled him. The idiot got slammed to the ground when he tried again. What I never would have expected was her grabbing a crowbar and going full on Joker on him. It was pretty damn amazing. I didn't realize what she had meant from her earlier statement, but she really does know how to lose control. By the time I made my way over to her there was blood and tissue covering the floor and most of her. After stopping her manic swings, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders to lead her back to the warehouse.
I will call the cleanup crew to deal with what is left of Robert. "You did good Blue. I'm proud of you." I don't have a chance to say anymore.
"Ayida! Ayida! Is she okay? Please tell me that's not all her blood!" Clint reaches us first. Scooping her up into his arms and squeezing, he nuzzles her blood-stained face. "I thought we lost you. I was so stupid! I should have never let you walk out of that door. I didn’t think anyone would get to you with Holder right above us. Are you okay? I'm so sorry." Of course, he would be the one trying to take the blame. It's all our faults really.
"I don't know how they snuck up on me. I didn't hear or see a thing until they were on top of us. It's not just your fault. I was supposed to see them coming and somehow, I missed everything. I'm sorry to y'all and to Ayida." Wiping my face to find more blood splatter. She was swinging harder than I first thought. Even covered in blood she is stunning. Only my own freak brain would think that.
"Y'all stop being sorry. I shouldn't have gone outside, but I'm beyond happy I did."
"Is everyone okay? Whose blood is that and why is there so much?" Fletcher looks a little green as he and Cole are jogging towards us.
"It's Robert’s." She answers gleaning with pride. Yep we are a lot more alike that I originally thought.
"So, he's?" Clint tries to ask while bobbing his shoulders.
"Dead. Finally, dead! This blood? It's all his!" The guys just nod and look at me like I can answer an unknown question. Shrugging my shoulders, I make my way toward the SUV to make some phone calls.
This mess ain't gonna clean itself.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Ayida
I can hear the blood pumping in my ears. My heart is racing. I feel high, but a different kind of high. A power high from taking the life of the person that made my life hell. Watching Holder stroll off with Robert’s blood still fresh on him does something to my insides. I don't know why, but wetness starts building up between my thighs.
"I think I need to talk with Holder. I never got to say what I was going to earlier." Interrupting the guys’ conversation. All heads turn in my direction.
"You want to talk about that now? Here? You don't want to get a shower and something to eat first?" Cole flinches with his questions. Geez. Overprotective alpha males.
"I know what I want and what I need. Thank y'all for looking out for me, but I can handle this." I say ending any argument they might have. Before I can turn to go find Holder, Fletcher puts his hand on my arm stopping my pursuit and pulling me off to the side.
"There's something you need to know before you go waltzing into this situation. Holder might be big, bad, and blood loving’, but he also has his hang ups. He has gone through a lot of bad shit in his life, and cause of that he always has to be in control and take care of everyone now. So, I’m gonna let you in on a secret... The one thing that he doesn't like controlling is sex. If you plan on doing what I think you're gonna do, you need to know he won't initiate anything. He won't take advantage of you or do anything you don't want. If anything, it will have to be you to take control. He just doesn't do well with that pressure on him. Ya catch my drift, Blue?"
I know I'm looking at him like a deer in headlights, slow blinking and all. My mind is trying to wrap around everything he is saying. "Are you saying... I get to be the one in charge? Like he'll do what I say? Are you pranking me, so I end up getting my ass spanked?” Holder looks like the type to smack my ass not the other way around.
Fletcher raises an eyebrow at me grumbling, "Mmmm. I want to spank your ass, but yes that's what I'm saying. He likes to be dominated. I'm not joking. I want y'all to get along and maybe make something of this. We love you Ayida and we love Holder. Y'all are important to us and we want y'all to be happy. If this makes y'all happy then even better," he says while patting my head.
"Sorry Blue. I love you, but I haven't got blood on these clothes yet. I would rather not do it by giving you a hug before you go fuck one of my best friends. Also remember the whole dominant thing only applies to him. Don't come back home thinking you're the boss," he laughs as I slap his arm.
"You're an ass, Fletch, but I still love you."
Walking towards the area I last saw Holder; I feel my nerves bundling up in my stomach. I've only ever listened to someone else “in the bedroom”. How am I gonna tell someone what to do without getting flustered? I've almost talked myself out of everything when I see him standing next to Fletcher’s SUV.
Holder is still splattered with blood and yelling into his phone. Fuck me, this Adonis looks so handsome in his rawness.
"Get here now or your ass is mine! I need this mess cleaned up before anyone calls the heads. If I have to call again, you'll be the one getting cleaned up from the floor." He ends the call throwing his phone into the SUV. Running his hand through his hair, it's easy to see the tension in his shoulders.
I’m beginning to grasp why he needs to be in control all of the time. If you're not in control, bad things can happen. Combine that with his killing tendencies and his parental issues... I can see how he would like to be out of control and dominated through sex. He needs someone confident so that he can enjoy himself and relax.
I'm not against the i
dea of being in control. Especially being in control of a man like Holder. Just the idea is getting me aroused again. The roaring sound is back in my ears as I look down at my blood-soaked clothes and imagine ordering him to undress me. The power high comes back quickly. I want to dominate Holder, but I also want to take care of him. If being controlled is what he needs, then I'm going to give him that. Challenge accepted.
Straightening my back, I stride towards him with purpose. Bringing his head up, he gives me a curious look. "What's up, Ayida? You okay?" Still worrying about me, but not for much longer. Bless his little black heart.
"Get in the SUV." I do my best to sound forceful.
"Excuse me?" He looks a little shocked.
"Get in the fucking SUV. I didn't say it was okay to ask questions."
"Did the guys tell you to do this? You don't have to do this Ayida. We're good as friends. I don't need to bring you into my fucked-up head after everything you've been through." He says looking at his feet. The change in his personality is instant. Like a completely different person. He is ashamed of his needs. I've been there and it's not a good feeling.
"Get in that fucking car now, Holder. Back seat. Floorboard. On your knees." His eyes shift up to mine as he gives a barely perceivable nod. Watching him open the back door and scoot in has my power high coming back full force. It is a major turn on to have a powerful man, a certified killer, do what I say. I slide in on the cool leather bench seat facing him. It's a tight fit, but it'll do.
I can feel his eyes roaming my body. Leaning in, I lick a line of blood from his cut cheek. When I pull back his eyes are wide with shock and arousal. "You're not the only one with bloodlust, Holder.”
Grabbing his messy, blood soaked, blond hair, I crush my mouth to his. Pulling him closer, I run my tongue against his lips, but he doesn't allow me access. He wants to play this game.
Using his hair as leverage, I angle his head to the side and wrap my hand around his throat. Well, what I can grab. Holder isn't a small man. His eyes slide to mine, and the doubt is unmistakable. "If you really don't want me, I'll get out right now and we'll go back to the way it was. Friends only. If you’re just unsure because of the guys, they have already given their blessings. If it's the fact that this is your kink and you're embarrassed, don't be, I want to dominate you. I want to choke you while I ride your cock. I want to make you clean my pussy with your tongue while your pearly white cum is dripping out of me. I'll take care of you. No matter what. This is your choice. Don’t overthink it. Do you want me to get out?"
I wait while he takes in my words. My cunt already wet in anticipation. After a hard shake of his head, I dive back into his mouth with my hand tightening around his throat. This time there is no resistance- no hesitation.
Running one hand to his face to lightly slap him, I gauge his reaction. His little panting moan is all the encouragement I need. Leaning back in the seat and dragging him with me I get comfortable. "Undress me."
His fingers find the edge of my shirt and lift. He starts to reach for my black lacy bra. "Leave it." I command swatting his hand. Dragging my pants off my hips, his eyes widen, and his mouth opens. "Have you been dreaming of fucking my tight little pussy? How many times have you jacked off thinking of me riding your cock?"
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. "Tell me Holder. Now." I order.
"Every single fucking day. At least 3 times a day. I dream of licking up all your cum. Smelling you all day after you have ridden my face until you’re sated. Being tied to my bed and you using a crop on my thighs. Bite marks and bruises littering my body. I want everything you can give. Please."
I didn't know how much I would like this until right now. I would never really hurt him, but a little pain never killed anyone. "You want my handprints on you? My teeth digging in?" He nods slowly. "Then ask the right way."
"Please. Please hurt me." Fuck. Holder needs this. He probably doesn’t even realize yet how badly. Grabbing his hair, I slap him across the face hard, and push him until his mouth is above my panty covered pussy.
"Stick your tongue out. I'm gonna use you as my own personal fuck-toy." Giving him what he wishes, I rub my dripping cunt over his tongue and face. His hair still in one hand, I use the other to grab his neck and pull him even closer. Scratching down his neck and back leaving blood droplets in my wake. His moans against my pussy are almost enough to make me orgasm.
Pulling my panties to the side I use his tongue, grinding into it. Fucking myself with the tip and then rubbing it back over my sensitive nub. It's not long before I feel the familiar tingle, so I push his face flush to my pussy lips holding him in place to smother him in my cunt till I cum. Christ on a cracker, I'm cumming so hard on his tongue my body is spasming. My wetness coating his face and my juices dripping off his chin.
"Undress yourself. You're going to be my good boy, ain't you?" He nods while ripping his shirt off. His skin is damp with sweat and I can't help but lean over and lick around his nipple. He shudders but continues his task. Awkwardly removing his pants, I can see his hard cock straining against his boxers.
When he starts to slip them over his muscular ass, my mouth goes dry. His trouser snake springing free has my pussy dripping like a leaky faucet. Fuck me, his cock is long, thick, and studded with metal barbell piercings on the underside of his shaft with a ring piercing towards his head. "Sit with your hands underneath you. No touching. This is for me." He follows my order without hesitation.
Just seeing him sitting there, hands under his ass, cock hard and laying against his toned stomach is driving me insane. Quickly, I slip my panties and bra off. Climbing on top of him, I grab his cock and tease myself with the head. Rubbing it around my clit and back to my tight ass, before dipping the tip into my core. He doesn't move, but his eyes close and his teeth dig into his bottom lip.
"Does my pussy feel good? Are you gonna let me ride that pierced cock hard for my pleasure? Do you want to feel my tight little cunt wrapped around your cock draining your balls dry?" I tease as I pull back and rub it over my clit again.
"Yes. Please fuck me. Please, I need your pussy." He whispers his plea as if a prayer or maybe a curse. His body tenses under me when I slide his cock in half-way.
"Do you deserve it?" I ask as I slide my bloody hands down his chest leaving handprints. There was something so fucking hot about Robert’s blood on Holder. Just thinking back to ending the piece of shit and his blood showering over me has my libido in overdrive.
"Did you enjoy watching me kill that scum tonight? Did you get hard watching me covered in his blood? Are you like me, Holder? Do you crave the power of killing the evil in this world? Will you help me bring bloody justice to all of them?"
His eyes shoot open and look into mine. I know what he is feeling because I'm feeling the same thing. Acceptance.
"Yes. I don’t need the power- the money- I NEED you. I'll torture and slaughter in your name. Just give the word." His answer has me driving myself down hard on his cock. He sucks in a breath between clenched teeth as I start to work myself faster and faster, chasing my release using his rod.
Grabbing his hair, I pull his head back to gain access to his throat. I run my tongue over his pulse before biting down into his salty skin. His hips jerk up to meet my fast rhythm. I savor the copper and salt taste on my tongue and let it drive me closer to an earth-shattering orgasm. The head of his cock rubbing the sensitive spot inside of my core has me right on the edge.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." When he complies, I rub my hard nipple over his warm tongue. "Suck on my nipples until you feel my cum dripping down your legs." Wrapping his lips around my pierced bud and sucking it into his mouth has me bouncing on his cock even harder. Chasing my orgasm. Damn it, his cock is a work of art and he has mastered his artform.
The little silver balls from his piercings rub my insides sending shivers up my spine. I brace my hands on his muscular shoulders and let my fingernails dig in- marking him- owning him. He moans around
my nipple and the vibration sends shocks to my dripping cunt. I reach down and caress his balls feeling them lift and tighten as his moaning gets louder.
I'm right on the edge. I can feel the pressure building. "Please, mistress, put your hand over my mouth." Holder groans from under me. His eyes pleading. He is close too. Bringing my hand to his face I cover his mouth and press down. I steady myself with my other hand on the window leaving a bloody handprint smeared on the glass.
His hips jump up to meet me and I grind down even harder. His eyes locked with mine. I can feel his cock starting to pulse as his thrusting gets more erratic. The head swelling and massaging my g-spot is the last thing I feel before the world turns white behind my eyelids. My pussy clenches around his thick cock. His cum, hot and thick coats my walls. His moans turn to grunts and growls like a wild animal underneath me. Fuck, the mix of our fluids pooling between my thighs makes me squirm.
Taking my hand off his mouth, I'm not sure what to do. Does the whole Domme thing end when he finishes, or does it keep going? I'll do whatever he needs. Luckily, it doesn't take long to figure out what happens next when he grabs my face and kisses me so hard, I'm going to bruise.
"Thank you Ayida. Thank you for understanding me and not judging my kinks and hang ups. You are incredible. You still have some learning to do, but I'm excited to show you. You were so fucking sexy. You blow my gottdamn mind. You were born to dominate. You were born to rule us all." He groans in my ear as he kisses a trail down my throat.
"I'm glad you feel that way... ‘cause if I remember right, you're supposed to be cleaning me up now." I say arching my eyebrow at him. He grins and rolls me over on my back. Spreading my leg and kneeling back on the floorboard, he licks the trail of cum up my thighs to the junction of my legs. Starting at the curve of my ass and working up to the top of my pussy. He licks and sucks every drop of our combined fluids. Spending plenty of time circling my clit and diving back into my core to lap up everything he can. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming on his face again.
