Warning/TW: Please do not read this chapter if you are bothered or offended by non-con/dub-con.
Tate was sitting on the couch, staring at Violet's sleeping form, listening to her even breathing. Violet looked so small laying on the bed. She was on her back, her head was turned to the side, and one of her legs was slightly raised. They had been talking about their childhoods before she fell asleep, and now Tate felt guilty. The childhood Violet described was one that Tate envied, though, her teenage years sounded lonely. Something that Tate could relate to. But he felt guilty because Violet had a pretty decent life, and he was going to change that.
He was contemplating the best way to do this, when Violet let out a breathy moan. What is she dreaming about? Tate wondered. When she let out another low moan, Tate got up from the couch and approached the bed. He stood over her, watching her face in the darkened room. Damn, she's beautiful, Tate thought again for probably the 100th time since he met her.
Violet's breathing started getting slower, which caused Tate to stare intently at her chest as it rose and fell. He passed a hand over his face and swallowed hard as he traced the outline of her breasts with his hungry eyes. Soon his body was reacting to the visual stimulation and the front of his jeans became uncomfortably tight.
Tate's own breathing became shallower and the thoughts that went through his mind were anything but pure. He wondered how deeply Violet slept. Would she wake up if he touched her?
Fuck it, I'm going to hell anyway, Tate thought, making his decision.
He slowly pulled the sheet away from Violet's body. She was wearing a thin, white t-shirt, and Tate could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples stood at attention, and Tate could almost see the color of her areolas through her shirt. His gaze then swept down the rest of her body, down over the flare of her hips, taking in the shape of her legs underneath her flannel pajama bottoms, and stopping at her dainty feet.
Tate sat on the bed, next to Violet, and again studied her face to gauge how deep she was asleep. Her breathing remained slow and steady. He slowly ran his hand down her side, feeling the warmth of her skin seep through the fabric of her shirt. Wanting to feel her skin, he slowly lifted her shirt until her tits were exposed. He ran his hand down her side again and then his hand ended up running beneath her until he reached the curve of her ass.
God Damn, her ass feels good! Tate mentally groaned as he squeezed Violet's ass cheek gently. He quickly looked at Violet's face to see if his touch awakened her, and Tate noticed she was still deeply asleep, though her mouth had opened slightly, giving her lips a damp, shiny look.
Seeing that Violet was not going to wake up anytime soon, Tate continued his exploration. He brought his hand over her hip, feeling the firmness of her thigh, before bringing his hand in between her slightly opened legs. He swallowed hard again as his hand crept up Violet's inner thigh and he could feel the almost damp warmth of her pussy through the flannel of her pajamas.
He put his other hand down his pants to stroke his raging hard-on, and then Tate began to slowly rub Violet's pussy over the fabric of her pajama bottoms with the hand that was between her thighs. As he stroked her pussy, the urge to feel her skin on his lips overwhelmed him. Without thinking, he stopped masturbating, and he lowered his head to kiss her hip.
Slowly he pulled her underwear and pajama bottoms down until they were around her knees. Tate stared at Violet's little pussy and he licked his lips when the scent of her hit him. She was irresistible. Suddenly, he was overcome by the urge to lick her. Violet just looked so inviting, and so far, she was still in deep sleep.
Tate's head began swimming as he moved onto the bed and carefully placed himself between Violet's legs. It was tricky since her pajama bottoms kept her legs together for the most part, but he managed to get past that obstacle without removing her pants completely.
He inched slowly forward, little by little, until his lips brushed against her tender slit. He froze as Violet shifted slightly on the bed. She tried to close her legs, but Tate's head was in the way. Violet's soft thighs squeezed Tate's head for a moment before her body gave up and she continued to sleep soundly.
Tate waited for a few moments before finally extending his tongue, tasting Violet's sweet juices for the first time as it ran up the length of her moist pussy lips. Violet didn't move and her breathing remained even, so he began licking her with more boldness. His tongue slurped at Violet's tight slit with growing excitement.
Somewhere deep down, Tate knew he shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so natural, and the dark side of him didn't give a fuck if what he was doing was right or wrong. Especially when his cock was throbbing and straining to break out of the front of his jeans, and the front of his boxers was wet with pre-cum.
It didn't take long for Violet's body to begin responding to Tate's enthusiastic sucking and licking. Her pussy lips swelled, filling with blood, and her juices started to flow into his open mouth, splashing on his tongue. Tate's tongue pushed deep inside her, slurping eagerly at her swollen labia for a moment. Then he placed his index finger at her opening and pushed gently. Violet's slick hole almost sucked it all the way inside her. Her pussy felt so tight, but was also unbelievably hot and slick. Tate ached to find out what her tight cunt would feel like around his throbbing cock.
Suddenly, Violet sat up, and Tate scrambled backward, his mind racing to come up with a reasonable excuse for why he was violating her as she slept.
"Violet . . . I can explain," Tate said quietly as he stood up from the bed and slowly backed away.
Violet stared unblinkingly at him, slowly pulling down her shirt. Without breaking eye contact, she swung her legs over the bed, stood up, and calmly pulled her underwear and pajama bottoms back up over her hips.
"Umm . . . you see . . . ah," Tate stammered, thinking furiously of what to say. His mind was still in a sexual haze and he couldn't think with his straining cock demanding attention.
Violet started walking slowly towards him with an eerie smile on her face, and he continued to back away from her. The back of his legs hit the couch and he abruptly sat down.
To Tate's surprise, when Violet reached him, she straddled him, grinding herself onto his erection. Tate slowly smiled at her, brought his hands up to her face, and pulled her down to kiss her.
He had been wanting to kiss her ever since he met her, and the taste of her lips instantly became addictive to him. He licked at the seam of lips, noticing the plump fullness of her bottom lip, before plunging his tongue inside her mouth. He groaned in the back of his throat when Violet's little tongue dueled with his.
Tate brought his hands down to her hips and forced her to move on his cock. She feels so fucking good, Tate thought and groaned into Violet's mouth.
Suddenly, Violet pulled away from their kiss, and looked at him. Tate was breathing harshly and stared back at Violet with hooded eyes.
"Violet?" Tate whispered.
Violet closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and screamed.
"Violet! Violet! What's wrong?!" Tate exclaimed, grabbing her upper arms as he shook her.
Violet stopped screaming as suddenly as she started.
"Wha-? You're not dead?" Violet whispered as she looked at him.
Tate froze. Dead? He thought in a panic.
Trying to remain calm, he relaxed his body and said, "Nope, still here."
He brushed aside some of her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He noticed tears in her eyes, and he wiped one away with his thumb when it fell onto her cheek. He noticed Violet's gaze drawn to his lips when he brought his thumb to his mouth to lick the tear away.
Smirking a little, he asked, "Are you okay?"
Violet shook her head, and then she let out a deep breath. Tate sensed the moment that Violet became aware of her position on his lap, and sure enough, she gasped and started to move off of him.
Tate wasn't going to let that happen, so he wrapped his arms around her to keep her on his lap.
"Stay. I like the weight of you on me," Tate murmured. He also really liked the way she felt wiggling on his lap.
He began rubbing her lower back and he was thinking of ways to get them back to what they were doing before Violet screamed. In fact, he wanted to make Violet scream again, but this time he wanted to hear her scream his name as he pounded his cock into her tight pussy.
Violet stopped trying to get off his lap, but now she was looking frantically around the room.
"Where is she? Where'd she go?" Violet asked in a panic-stricken voice.
Oh Fuck NO! Fuck! She wants her! Tate thought in impotent anger. He knew that whatever she wanted she got. He knew it was possible that she would want Violet, but he was too focused on his own agenda to think about anything else. It's not too late. I can still get this done, Tate thought, resolved to do what he had to do to ensure he got what he wanted.
Again, forcing himself to remain calm, Tate said in a reassuring voice, "Who are you talking about? It's just us".
He continued to rub her lower back and he knew the exact moment when Violet became aware of his erection.
"Um, how did I get on your lap? The last thing I remember was falling asleep in the bed," she asked, biting her bottom lip.
Tate looked intently into her eyes, trying to see if she had any idea that he had molested her as she slept. Feeling pretty sure that she had no clue, he quickly made up a story to explain their current position.
"I'm an insomniac. So, when you fell asleep I played some games on my phone. You must have been asleep for an hour and then you woke up. I was kind of glad that you couldn't sleep either because I like talking to you. You got out of bed and walked over to me. I asked you if you had a bad dream, and you just smiled and shook your head no, then you climbed onto the couch and straddled me. To be honest, I was surprised, but I'm not gonna lie, I was hoping things would go this way between us, so I kissed you. Things were getting heated but then you broke away from the kiss and started screaming like someone was trying to kill you. Now I see you were sleepwalking or something," Tate said, though in the back of his mind something was bothering him. It really did seem like Violet had been sleepwalking when she came to him, but now he was starting to think that she had gotten into Violet to mess with him.
Tate knew Violet bought his story when her eyes softened towards him. The next thing he knew, Violet cupped his face and kissed him. He held his breath and closed his eyes, afraid that any sudden movement on his part would cause Violet to stop. She pulled away from the kiss and he slowly opened his eyes to look at her.
She looked back at him with her dark hazel doe-like eyes, and it was like a punch to the gut. She looked like she trusted him, and if he was a better person he would let her go. Tell her to get the hell away from the hotel and never look back.
But he wasn't a better person. He knew he was a selfish bastard because even though he felt that he could already be in love with Violet, and if he really loved her he wouldn't condemn her to this, he knew he wasn't going to let her go.
Tate closed the distance between them, crushing her body against his, and swung them around so that he could lay her down onto the couch, reversing their positions so now he was on top of her.
He devoured her lips, mouth, and tongue, as he made a place for himself between her thighs. She was so hot and soft in all the right places, and he groaned in the back of his throat and grinded his erection harder into her when she began to gyrate her hips rhythmically up and down.
Tate cupped her breasts, rubbing the hardened nubs of her nipples through her thin shirt with his thumbs. He couldn't wait to see what they felt like against his tongue. She was pulling his hair and the added pain excited him even more.
When she pulled away from their kiss, he took the opportunity to kiss along her neck, stopping below her left ear to suck at the pulse point there.
"More. I want to . . ." Violet whispered heatedly into his ear.
Tate pulled back a little to look into her eyes. This is it. If you're going to do this, there'll be no turning back. Do you really want to hurt her? a conscience he thought he no longer had whispered to him.
"Are you sure? It's been a while for me and I don't want to hurt you," Tate said quietly to Violet.
His body shook with the primal need to fuck this beautiful girl underneath him, yet he held back. No, he didn't want to hurt her.
But he did have to kill her.
Violet gave him a shy smile and nodded her head. "I'm clean and I'm on the pill," she said.
Tate gave Violet a wide smile, thinking she would never have to worry about diseases or getting pregnant ever again. He was doing her a favor!
He leaned down and kissed her, before gathering her up in his arms and walking over to the bed.
After placing her on the bed, he sat her up, and pulled her t-shirt off. Then before she could move, Tate swiftly pulled off her flannel pajama bottoms along with her underwear. She's fucking beautiful, Tate thought again as his gaze roamed over her body.
Tate smiled at her shyness when Violet tried to cover herself up with her arms, before pulling his own shirt off. When he saw her lick her lips, he gave her a cocky grin, knowing she was checking him out, before shoving down his jeans and boxers and kicking them off.
Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, and Violet lay down. It took all of his willpower to not immediately shove his dick inside of her. Instead he decided to continue where he had left off earlier as he wedged his shoulders between her thighs. This time her legs parted easily, and Tate's mouth watered at the sight before him.
He stared up at Violet for a few seconds before bringing his gaze down to her pussy. Her little pussy was so pink and puffy, and her arousal made her slit glisten. He couldn't wait anymore, having already become addicted to her taste, so he dragged his tongue through her folds.
Tate heard Violet moan and when she brought her hands to his head, gripping his hair to better hold him in place, he groaned and started to lick and suck every part of her hot, juicy cunt.
He felt her soft thighs tremble around his head when he slipped two of his fingers into her pussy. Soon, she started to move her hips as he started to pump his fingers in and out. He lavished her clit with kisses and licks, and he started humping the mattress, as he prayed to a God he no longer believed in to not cum before he got inside her.
Tate started pumping his fingers into her harder and faster, then he sucked her clit into his mouth, and finally he felt the fierce spasms of her orgasm. She screamed out her climax, and Tate could feel her pussy walls squeeze around his fingers.
Tate removed his fingers from her still trembling pussy, and quickly climbed up her body.
"Sorry, this might hurt a little," Tate quietly said before he impaled her pussy with his cock.
He heard her gasp "Oh!" as he closed his eyes, savoring Violet's tight, warm cunt. He couldn't remember feeling anything that felt this good in his entire existence. Soon the urge to move overcame him.
Tate grabbed Violet's hands and brought them above her head. He gripped her hands firmly and began thrusting in and out of her.
"You . . . feel . . . so . . . fucking . . . good," Tate murmured, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.
Do it! Do it NOW! The dark side of him demanded.
Tate let go of Violet's hands, and wrapped his hands around her throat. He slowly started to squeeze as he continued to pound his dick into her.
The pleasure was unbelievable and he squeezed Violet's throat even harder, feeling her pulse beating frantically against his palms. Tate saw Violet's eyes widen and she opened her mouth, trying to scream.
"That's it, Violet, take it. Take all of me," Tate grunted as he drove his dick, balls deep into her.
Tears were running down Violet's checks, her face was turning a deep red, and Tate knew it was going to be soon. He continued to pound into Violet, relishing the gripping tightness of her pussy.
Then Tate felt the strong pulsations of Violet's orgasm, and in one swift movement, he broke her neck, killing her instantly.
Even though his balls ached for release, Tate slowed his thrusting, waiting for Violet to come back. He saw the exact moment she returned, and relaxed the grip he had on her neck. Her pussy had still been throbbing around his dick when she died, and now that she could breathe, she screamed out her pleasure.
Fuck, yeah, Tate thought and began pistoning in and out of her pussy so hard, her body moved up the bed. His balls were boiling with the need to cum, so he finally let himself go.
"Fuck! Fuck! Violet!" Tate yelled out, stiffening his body as he came.
As he pumped his ejaculation deep into her pussy, he was surprised when Violet came again.
He trembled against her, then he relaxed his body and came down to lay on top of her.
You're mine now, Tate thought possessively as he placed a soft kiss on her neck.
He rolled away from her to lay beside her. He grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, and brought her hand to his lips to give it a kiss.
"I didn't scare you, did I?" Tate asked as he turned his head to look at her.
Violet seemed to be in deep thought, then she said, "No. It was intense, but I wasn't scared."
Good, she doesn't realize she's dead, Tate thought a little relieved that everything seemed to go so smoothly.
Tate squeezed her hand and said, "It was intense for me too. I bet I can actually go to sleep now. Are you tired?"
Violet nodded her head, and then turned on her side. Tate took it as an invitation to spoon her. He tucked her against him and drowsily said, "I could get used to this. What time is it anyway?"
"It's 3:33," Violet replied.
Tate smiled against the back of her neck. He got it done within the witching hour, which meant she could never cross over and leave him.
A/N: I don't know what happened to Tate. I didn't mean for him to be so evil & creepy, but this is what came out when I started writing! Sorry! Please read & review! xoxoxo