They finally shut their pie holes, and I’m able to talk. Sometimes I feel like a referee. Especially back in the day when Haydes was involved with us more.
“There’s a car that was reported stolen, and I just found it on Dockson Avenue. It hit the traffic light camera. And Haydes is driving.”
“About damn time. So, he’s in Timberland Wolves’ territory.”
“Fuck,” Ayres cusses. Yeah, I feel the same way. We aren’t allowed to touch anything inside of their territory. If we move in without permission, issues are going to start.
“Looks like I’m going to have to put a damn call in. Hypnos, meet me at Sandy’s Bar. The leader of the Wolves is always there.”
“Come pick me up.” I sigh. I hate the idea of going back down to the slums. But it is necessary, and I’m sounding like a little bitch with all this damn sighing.
“I guess you want me to walk home?” Ayres retorts. Kronos laughs.
“No. I’ll pick you up first if you get discharged. Then we all three can go together.”
Great, all three of us are going to the bar. Let’s hope nothing gets blown up again. I wait for them, impatiently twirling a throwing knife. My little warrior needs us. I am almost tempted to tell Kronos to hell with our treaty, but I know better. Shit, I’m already having withdrawals from not having Charlotte. It’s eating at me.
My beautiful littlebird does not know that I am torturing those bastards by sending them video of her. Or that I’m going to lose my mind if she says one fucking word about going back to them. That will never fucking happen. I left her alone to make her see reason. If she’s singing, that means she’s content. That’s what it's always meant in the past.
“Why don’t you slice some zucchini for me?” I ask her instead of demanding. I’m hoping that if I am gentle and not acting like the possessive fucker that I am, she’ll be happy to stay here.
Charlotte is cunning. She always has been. I see the wheels turning in her mind. I rush her, enclosing my arms around her and forcing her to face the counter. She lets out an agonizing whimper, and I'm guessing my chest up against her back is hurting her. I’ve been watching the wounds and they are slowly healing.
“Won’t you be good?” I whisper in her ear. She struggles against me, causing my dick to twitch.
“Let me go, Haydes.” She’s a sexy creature when she’s mad. I sniff her hair and moan as I smell that cinnamon sugar. My eyes close on their own as I think about how much I want to fuck her.
“Oh, little bird, you should know better. Those bastards touched you, and I have to cleanse your mind of them.”
She tries to headbutt me, but she misses. I lay the knife down and pick up the zucchini. It’s a medium size vegetable with a few ridges along its skin. An evil thought passes through me and, before I stop myself, I bend Charlotte over. I must push her head down too hard because there’s a loud thud against the counter. She continues to resist me. Although I’m feeling terrible at having hurt her, I must show her who's boss.
“Hay… Haydes, please stop. You… you aren’t supposed to be like this.” She’s bawling, and it tugs at my heart. Her tears won’t stop me. I shove the zucchini in her mouth to shut her up. She gags, and I smile. Sweet little bird thinks she can charm her way out of this. Not today.
Charlotte surprises me by kicking backward. She contacts my left shin, but I keep a hold of her. I grab the plastic wrap from the counter and roll it around her wrists. She’s moving a lot, but I have a good firm grip on her. Once I’ve used the entire plastic wrap roll, her arms are immobile from her wrists to her elbows.
“We could have had a nice dinner, Charlotte. A very nice dinner. Instead, I’ve had to subdue you. Such a bad little bird.”
I pull her yoga pants down as she frantically tries to move. She’s going nowhere. I have one hand on her face, forcing her to stay bent over, and my free hand grabs another zucchini that’s still on the counter.
“Look how beautiful this cunt is. Fuck Charlotte, had I’d known how sexy you were, I’d have done this sooner.”
She’s talking behind the vegetable in her mouth, but I don’t understand a word she’s saying. I smirk and ram the zucchini into her pussy. She screams, and I chuckle in satisfaction as I watch it disappear into her. I’m not gentle with her. I pull the thing out of her and it’s soaking wet.
“You whore, you are enjoying this.” I snarl at her and ram it back into her. “I’m not letting you go until you have an orgasm for me.”
Charlotte tries her hardest to get away, but I keep an ironclad grip on her. I fist her hair and pull her face around so I can see her.
Her tears are worth everything. I curb the urge to lick them. The look of betrayal reflecting in her misty eyes turns me on. “I know, little bird. Shh..." I coo at her before I ram the zucchini back into her. I push it even further to emphasize the fact that I’m not stopping. Shewillcum for me.
“I feel that tight pussy of yours clenching. They’ve primed you for rough sex. And well, I’m going to enjoy fucking you.” I grunt and I remove the zucchini from her mouth.
“Stop,” she begs. It’s a waste of her time. “Please, Haydes.” The soft way she says my name slaps my mind of the lustful rage.
“Keep your mouth shut.” I look at the vegetable in my hand and think about what it will feel like having my cock in her mouth.
“It hurts.” She whines as she closes her eyes, whimpering with each thrust.
“I’m sure it does. Bad little bird gets punished. If you don’t give me an orgasm, it’s going to be worse. You’ll stay like this, tied up. Easy access for me to do whatever I want with you.”
