"they have to cool" she told him as he pushed her aside to get to the pan. "or, actually, go ahead and burn yourself"
He made a face as though she'd hurt his feelings, putting both hands over his heart and twisting in mock pain. Truth was he had a great idea what they could do while they waited, and she must have seen it written all over his face because she avoided him when he reached for her, ducking past him and racing towards the bathroom.
It made him laugh, her thinking a plywood door was any kind of protection from him, but he let her lock it before he followed after her. Then he stood right outside of it and jiggled the door handle as hard as he could, just to fuck with her, before banging on it with a closed fist. If he put his shoulder into it he knew he could knock the lock free, but he wasn't too thrilled about the idea of replacing the door jamb. He also wasn't really in any hurry to get her out. She could stay in there all night for as much as he cared, as long as she didn't leave the house.
"Edddddie" he said in a sing song voice
"fuck off Mac!" she hollered back
He snickered and walked away. The full meal he had just eaten had made him feel great, and he was having way too much fun to actually get mad at her little display of defiance. Usually it was all fast food and empty calories, so the fact that the girl had cut real vegetables and disguised them in a way that he would eat was making his body hum in gratitude. Mac found a fork in the drawer, and then grabbed the tray of brownies with the hem of his shirt. She hadn't been lying, they were still hot as fuck, but his hands only had about 25% of feeling left in them. Snickering as he stepped over the mess she had made, her clothes littering the floor of his kitchen, he went into the living room and flopped onto the couch.
"im watching the next episode of mindhunter without you if you dont come out!" he called over his shoulder in the direction of the hall. "going once, going twice -"
He heard the door creak open and he smiled to himself, not bothering to hide it because there was no one around to see it. She slunk up to the couch, eyeing him suspiciously.
"is it safe to sit down?" she asked.
"not in the slightest" he grinned up at her, forgetting to mask his happiness. "these brownies are awesome by the way. If ya wanted me ta turn ya loose ya shouldn't have made such good food. now yer guna hafta stay forever"
She rolled her eyes but his mood was too contagious; soon she was smiling right along with him despite the pain it caused her. Mac couldn't remember the last time he had been this well fed. He had already internally decided that the girl would have to stay. He didn't care if she didn't want to fuck him either. Mostly because he could make her, but also because, for the moment at least, he was somehow more interested in her domestic abilities. He could fuck anyone he wanted, pretty much anytime he wanted, but this willingness to cook for him was knew.
That didn't mean he didn't pounce on her as soon as she sat down though.
"Mac!" she exclaimed, trying to shove his hands off of her and get back to her feet. "let go"
"aww c'mon" he practically purred, pretending that he would be coaxing even while he dug his hand, uninvited, into the pajamas she was wearing. "be sweet to me"
"eat yer damn brownies and leave me be!" she insisted, laughing even while she tried to maintain her scowl.
"i'd rather eat you"
He was up on his hands now, having crawled over her and trapped her with his weight. What he really wanted was to shove his dick down her throat, regardless if she could breathe or not, but he knew if he did that she would bite him. Instead he settled for forcing his hand between her legs, groaning into her neck when he discovered how wet she was there.
"get off Mac!"
"yeah, im fuckin' trying"
Edith put her hand on Mac's chest and tried half-heartedly to push him off. He already had his face buried in her neck, licking and sucking it in a way that was impossible to resist. While she was distracted, turning her head to give him greater access to the area he was devouring with his tongue, Mac grabbed her wrist. Once he had control of that, it was easy to force her arm and make her grope his dick, and even when she tried to pull back, Mac kept control of her.
"c'mon, just touch it"
She felt like she was back in highschool and just discovering sex, almost like Mac was the upperclassmen who was trying to convince her to open her legs up beneath the bleachers. 'fuck it' she thought to herself, finally turning her face to catch his determined lips with hers. 'one more time won't kill me'.
As soon as she complied he got rougher though, abandoning the attention he was giving her clit and instead forcing his fingers inside her. She gasped and he hunched his back, getting up on his knees and hastily undoing his belt, all the while keeping his mouth attached to hers. Even if she had wanted to stop him now Edith wouldn't have been able to. He turned into a different animal when he was fucking, one with very, very selective hearing. She knew she could be anyone to him now; this was a compulsory act, this wasn't about her.
"beg me for it" he rasped, his mouth wet and trailing down her collarbone. "tell me how much you need it."
When she stayed silent, Mac bit down hard on the bone there, making Eddie scream and her body convulse. His body shuddered at the sound of it, a tremor that started with a tick of his neck and raced all the way down each side of his back.
"close enough"
He pressed himself into her, ignoring the way she beat at his back and sinking all the way in. a noise of frustration came from her chest but it was a tiny, far off sound, and Mac was already lost to her protests. Instead he held himself there for a moment, feeling how her body tried to compensate for him, moving his hips slowly to go as deep as he possibly could. When she finally yelped, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders for purchase, he drew back and began the relentless pace that he was famous for.
The muscles of his stomach were like rock as he slammed his hips as hard as he could into her, holding her down by her wrists and attacking her neck again. She whimpered at the bruising force of him, and he finished quick afterwards, egged on by the sound. He knew she secretly loved it, the abuse he inflicted on her, and he didn't care why. They had both had shitty lives, and she was like him in the fact that it took that much for her to even feel anything at all. She still acted like she hated it though, something he guessed she did so she could save face, and Mac wasn't surprised when she kicked him off of her the first chance she got. He had come inside her, something he knew she hated. Oh well.
"goddamnit Mac!" She yelled.
Edith didn't cry or wail though, there wasn't any pity for herself, she was just pissed off.
"yer like a goddamn dog who won't quit humping my fucking leg" she spat, punching his chest as hard as she could and getting off the couch. "what is wrong with you"
She didn't stick around for an answer, knowing there was no logical explanation for him, at least not one that she was willing to hear . Instead she left him there, lighting his post-sex cigarette, and retreated to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
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Edith took a shower, waiting for the rest of him to drain out of her. She hated him. He was the only one in the town who mattered to her, but she still couldn't stand him. There was no halfway with Mac, she knew that, but would it kill him to just be nice for once? The closest he ever got to it was either teasing her or forcing her to orgasm, and neither of those could be very fulfilling for long. That was why she had to get out of here; that was why she had dosed the brownies with a lion's share of medicated butter.
She found him comatose on the couch. He had eaten nearly half the tray brownies, and in doing so had consumed enough THC to fell an elephant. She poked him and he hardly moved, as if rigor mortis were already setting in. There was no mistaking that he still had a pulse with the sound of his snoring though, so Eddie knew he'd eventually snap out of it. Shame.
"take that you fucking prick" she boasted. "i'll see you in hell"
She went into the kitchen and picked up the few pieces of clothing she actually cared about, layering them over her body and deciding to abandon the majority of them. It was a long walk and she wasn't about to carry two garbage bags full of clothes all the way back to the motel. Once she had draped herself in as much as she could she went towards the front door, checking her pockets out of habit to make sure she had her phone.
Which of course she didn't.
She went back to the kitchen, knowing she had left it on the counter but not at all surprised when she couldn't find it. She dropped her shoulders and pointed her face towards the ceiling, completely exasperated by the situation.
"fuck it" she said finally, hearing Mac's snores all the way from the couch. He had obviously hidden it, but it was her fault for giving him the chance.
After that she went to the front door, pausing for a full minute at the threshold while she contemplated her options. It was full dark now, and even while the light from the stars and rising moon would ensure she'd be able to keep to the road, it was still scary to think about what might be out there. For one brief second she thought about maybe waiting for daylight, but after remembering how the morning had gone, she decided to take her chance against the evils of the night. She was confident that if any harm did stumble upon her, it couldn't be worse than what this guy had planned. She took off into the darkness.
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When Mac did wake up, late the next afternoon, he immediately fell back asleep. Thirty minutes later he was finally able to fight his way up through the fog, rolling off the couch with a loud thud and then clumsily getting to his feet. Driven by his most basic needs, he staggered into the kitchen.
He ate the meatloaf right out of the pan. No one had put it in the fridge so it was a room temperature, congealed mass but he didn't care. He ate it with his hands, then went to work on the mashed potatoes crusted in the adjacent pot. Finally, only after his intense munchies were satiated, he wiped his hands on his jeans and pulled his cell phone free. He made a call to one of his guys, telling him to tell the others, and then went out back to piss for what felt like eternity and smoke a cigarette. Then, after heading back inside to shovel another handful of rock hard brownie into his mouth, he promptly fell back asleep on the couch for the rest of the day.