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That fucking brute was a corrupt evil. Bex had been so obedient and quiet. When he started fucking her, she started changing. I was in danger of losing her forever.
I saw them. The Polaroid printer I had on my desk finished the last photo I sent to it earlier. The library, thefuckinglibrary. He took her like an uncivilized pig out in the open for anyone to see. And I saw.
I picked up the photo. Bex was crying out behind his hand. Her face was twisted in pleasure, and it made me sick. I crumpled the picture and threw it in my waste bin. She hadn’t noticed my gifts.
There was no choice at this point. He had buried himself so deep in her mind that he had to be cut out.
I took my knife out and stabbed the picture of his face repeatedly.
If she wasn’t going to leave him, then I’d just kill him.
Simple enough.
Happy Halloween, Jaiden.
Chapter 16
October 31, 2020
Jai
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around my waist, I walked out into the hallway. There was a chill and my nipples hardened around the silver barbells. I reached my room and pushed the door open, peeking around the edge. Bexley sat in my office chair in front of the guitar. Practically. Fucking. Naked.
She wore lingerie, but my heart stopped all the same. All sense and reason rushed to my cock. I stepped in, and when I closed the door, I thought I saw movement out the window. The latch clicked and she looked up. She swiveled to face me as I walked up to her. Her face was sweet, but my intentions were sinister.
I gripped the front of her thong, giving a gentle tug until it rubbed against her. She writhed against the pressure.
“Off,” I ordered. I looked her over once more. “Leave the garter belt.” Taking a few steps back, she shimmied the lace off and I released my towel.
“You could be chiseled into marble, and it still wouldn’t capture your immensity,” she praised as she looked over every inch. I stepped closer and her chest rose faster. I dropped on one knee in front of her. She sat up straighter as I moved her legs and they fell to the sides of my shoulders. I watched her pussy anticipate my touch. She dripped onto the cushion.
“There are three rules for what I’m about to put you through.” I traced a line down the inside of her thigh. She whimpered when my hand stopped short. “Rule one,” I said, drawing the same line on her other leg. “You better be loud. You feel it,” I growled as I pushed three fingers through her arousal, moving them in and out as her hips twitched for more. She moaned, her face twisted in pleasure and anguish. She was too tight for that much at once, but Dirty Swallow liked to be stretched. “You fucking scream it.”
“Yes, sir,” she panted as I withdrew.
“Rule two,” I said, holding her gaze. “If you’re screaming—” I traced my fingers through the sweet liquid. “You’re screaming my name.” I pushed back into her harder and deeper.
“Jaiden!” she wailed as I leaned forward and pushed her legs open with my shoulders.
“You’re so fucking good at listening, baby.” I pumped my fingers harder. “Rule three is that it’s not over until you’re passed out on my cock.” I curled my fingers, and she tightened around me. I moved my thumb over her clit, and with little stimulation, she soaked my hand as I expected. My cocky grin took over. These walls were so shitty everyone would be woken up by her at the end of this.
“Why?” she panted. I palmed the underside of her thighs and pushed them back. I licked up what had pooled and shoved my tongue down her throat. She moaned at the mix of tastes.
“Your pleasure is my priority.” I kissed her sweetly, relaxing the hold on her legs. “I’ll never be on my knees for anyone other than you. Sequel, that’s the safeword. Whisper it even, and I’ll stop.”
I followed a path back down to her center. I worked my tongue over her slowly. Bex responded so well to this attention. I swirled, licked, and suckled. Her vocalizations made my cock throb. She pulsed, and the moans started sounding more like sobs.
“That’s two, you're doing beautifully.” I repeated this internal and external cycle until the count was five. She was hardly in the chair anymore. Hooking my arms under her body, I moved her to the bed. “You look spent, Dirty Swallow. Are you with me?”
I kissed up her arm and over her shoulder. She made pathetic whimpers that stirred the degenerate inside me who wanted to own her.
“Jaiden,” she pleaded.
“Yes, baby?” I moved her hair away from her neck. “Do you need water?” She shook her head no.You’re definitely getting water after this.
“Could you,” she hesitated, bringing her hand to her mouth, “get the mask?”
“You want me to wear the mask?” I chuckled. I slid off the bed and walked over to the laundry basket. I dusted off the hooded Halloween mask and slipped it on.
