I hear his pounding footsteps up the stairs. The pounding of his boots match the blood pounding in my ears. He's pissed. Well, furious is probably a better word for it.
This is exactly what I wanted out of him though. Emotion.
Something other than the cool exterior and vague comments of him being a "not so good guy."
He needed to see that even if I knew, I would still want him. Still need him. He had to understand and this was the only way I could think of to get him to realize that I love him.
I hear his footsteps stop outside my bedroom door. There's a light tap on the door, the sound of metal to wood terrifies me, sending shivers down my spine.
"How could you, _?" He whispers through the door, gravel in his voice. There's a thunk on the door and the sound of metal scraping against the wood turns me frantic.
I back away from the side of my bed. My back hitting the curtain and window opposite my bed.
"You needed to see, Rain." Is all I can squeak out.
The doorknob starts to turn slowly. He loves to make me scared. The fear is the best part for him.
The door quietly and slowly starts to open and I can see one boot step into the room. I really should have turned a light on. The darkness engulfs the small space. The only light streaks in through a small slit in the curtain above my head. Casting the only light to his feet. Both standing inside my room now. The air isn't moving anymore, and I'm fairly certain I haven't taken a breath. I don't move as I watch his boots walk across the room to me. I don't dare look anywhere else. Not like I could see his face in this darkness or under that godforsaken hood.
As he stands in front of me now, the heat of his anger curling around me, I finally let out my breath. He inhales deeply.
"You smell terrified, little Lacie." He brings his hand up to slide up my neck and over my jawline, still I don't dare move. His left hand stays by his side and I let out a small whimper imagining what he's holding. My eyes dart to the gun and I swear he sees my eyes move in the darkness. He chuckles, and pauses with his hand under my chin.
"Are you afraid of what I have in my hand?" He asks as his hold on my chin tightens and he leans his face in until our mouths are almost touching.
Against my better judgment I shake my head. His hold tightens and his left hand comes up and he taps the metal against the side of my cheek.
"I'm going to change that." He says over my lips and then all too quickly he grabs ahold of my body and shoves me to the bed. Moving away from the curtains allows a bit more of the light to flow into the room I can see his silhouette looming over me in front of the window. The Gun in his left hand is pointed directly at my chest. I wish he would take the hood off. I want to see his eyes.
"What I don't understand is why?" He shakes his head as the words fall out. His chest is falling up and down swiftly.
He wouldn't actually shoot me would he?
He had just saved me from shooting my self 2 weeks ago.
He wouldn't.
Would he?
"I was tired of waiting around, on the chance that you might let me in." I plead crawling back farther on the bed.
He takes one step toward me and cocks the gun.
"Off. Now." He growls. No love or lust in his words. Only raw anger and hurt.
Grabbing the bottom of my shirt I shakily start to lift it up over my head. He doesn't move or say a word.
"Rain, please don't do this. You're only trying to punish me for wanting to know you. For wanting to love you!" I almost shout the last part as I toss my shirt to the floor, breathing heavily now. My back is pressed against the twisted iron of my headboard, the coolness of the bars smoothing the hot air that's suffocating the room.
"Tsk tsk little bird, such a brave one."
He takes one measured step toward the bed standing only an arms length away from the edge. The gun still cocked and pointed at me. The lights that filter into the room are illuminating him and making the metal of the gun glisten in the moonlight. Something In my core ignites.
"Bra next. Don't make me ask twice." When my hands dont instantly move to my bra he's on me. His rage radiating heat throughout his whole body, engulfing mine and holding me in place. His thighs press on either side of mine and his lips come down to my ear, brushing my earlobe. I want nothing more than to give into what he wants right now. To let him devour me like he's promised from day one. But that's not what any of what's happened in the last 48 hours is about.
"Rain, you weren't letting me in. I don't know you. I've given you everything." I push his shoulders back with all my strength and scramble to get off the bed. He's quick though. He recovers himself and grabs ahold of my wrist right as my feet hit the ground. He tosses he backward leaving me half on and half off the bed. my legs dangling off the side. He straddling me now, his hard length pressed against my core. He stares down at me for a moment before sliding his free hand up my stomach and to the clasp between my breasts that are keeping my bra together. He releases the clasp and my bra falls away, My nipples instantly stiffen being exposed to him.
"Little bird you can't escape this. And you can't escape me. You will be punished for what you did. For asking questions you shouldn't. For knowing what you shouldn't."
Cold metal slides up my stomach and I freeze. I completely forgot about the gun.
The fear slicing through my body holds me in place. The smallest cry escapes my lips and the tears that have been welling in my eyes fall down the side of my face.
"Don't cry, Lacie. You know you want this. The cold metal of my gun is going to feel so good again that hot pussy of yours." The cry that falls from my lips this time is for an entirely different reason. Maybe I do want this. A small part of me knew he would retaliate for what I did and for what I learned. He didn't give me permission to look inside that part of his life. He didn't agree to let me in that way.
"You only want to punish me because you couldn't control me" I try to sound confident and sure of my actions but when the gun grazes the hard peak of my nipple, my resolve falters. My back arches instinctively, making me a traitor to my words.
My body wants this.
I want this.
If only to show him just how much he owns me. I've given him every single part of me. Mind, body and soul. He will give me the same, one way or the other. I can be patient. For now I can give him this.
He's nuzzling my neck, sending his hot delicious breath all around me. He smells divine.
"Mmm, little bird, you smell heavenly when you're scared. I bet you're dripping for me." His tongue darts out and he traces a line down my neck all the way to my collarbone. The gun now dancing around my other nipple.
Suddenly he sits upright, still straddling me, the heat from his thighs heating me to my core.
"I've never lied to you, Lacie. You know that?" The gun gliding down my chest and over my bare stomach seductively.
"Not once." He whispers this time and the guns stops at the top my jeans.
He uses his free hand to loosen the buckle of his belt and pull it from the loops is one fluid motion. He uses the tip of the gun to pull the top of my jeans down the smallest bit so he can slide it into my waste-band. Resting it inside my jeans and against my stomach. ever so slightly touching my pussy. Im paralyzed. My hands don't leave my side. Balled into the blanket that covers my bed. My eyes locked on his every move.
"Don't move." He commands as he leaves the gun in my waste-band and grabs both my wrist and yanks them above my head. He secures them both with his belt swiftly. He leans back looking down at me. He reaches behind into his back pocket and pulls out a knife and flicks it open.
"Rain." I whisper breathlessly. Surely he can't be serious.
Slowly he used the knife to cut upward through my shorts and my panties in one slice, leaving me completely open for him.
"Don't be so relived. My gun can do way more damage that my knife." He grabs ahold of the gun again and this time he brings it to my face and taps my lips.
"Open." And before I can even register what he means, he's pushing the cold metal into my lips forcing them apart. My eyes go wide and my hips thrust up in an attempt to move him off of me but he's so much stronger.
A sob escapes me from around the tip of the gun now invading my mouth.
"Bite down." He growls and I obey. It takes all the muscles in my jaw to keep the gun upright as he lets it stick out of my mouth. Our rapid breaths, and the gentle tap of the over grown tree against the window is all we hear.
I'm still crying, my tears leaving hot trails down my cheeks. My jaw aching from the weight of the gun still in my mouth.
I'm completely soaked and he can see that now.
"Lacie, your pussy is glistening. Waiting for me to fuck it." He's looking down at me, as he lifts his arms to slide his hood back, finally letting me see his face.
My heart stops.
His eyes are pools of black, no indication of where is pupil and iris separate. His wavy black hair rumpled by his hood, sticking up in various directions. His nostrils flaring as he breaths rapidly. I want so badly to touch him. To rest my hand on his cheek and feel the warmth of his skin.
Finally he leans down and removes the gun from my mouth and I lick my dry lips.
"Rain, please." I groan. He only shakes his head at me, letting his hands fall to his side, taking the guns aim off of me.
"Are you begging me to fuck you, or are you begging me to stop?" He asks looking me over with a ravenous glare.
"I…I don't know." I manage to croak out.
"Well, little bird there are no safe words to protect you from me. Or this."
I gasp.
The gun is resting against the slick heat between my legs.
Another sob escapes my lips, more tears stream down my face. My legs fall apart of their own accord causing the gun to sink in between the folds of my pussy. This time it's a moan that falls from my lips.
"You want me to fuck you with my gun, lacie? One wrong move and I could send a bullet flying through your body. Does that scare you?"
Too many questions. To many sensations running through my body. One of his hands is palming one breast as the other holds the gun steady between the wet lips of my pussy.
"Please." I beg softly, giving in to any fight I had. If he wants this so do I. Death looming over me just as hot and heavy as my desire for him to devour me.
He slides the gun further into my hot center edging just inside the tight hole and I completely melt.
Rain —
I have her completely at my mercy. Laid out before me naked and terrified. Just like I like her. Tears streak her perfect cheeks and her legs are spread wide with my gun tucked just inside her little pussy.
"You want more?" I ask and before she can think of answering I push the gun farther inside, now nestled in a few inches. Her head starts to flail side to side. Her chest falling in heavy waves causing those beautiful full tits to bounce with each breath.
She's magnificent. And all mine.
Am I really angry that she went behind my back? Yes. Am I as furious as I'm letting her believe? No. I would have told her everything eventually. I would have given that side of my self to her. But she took what I wasn't completely ready to give. Maybe she is right. I'm just pissed because I lost control. She didn't listen. And that wasn't apart of the rules.
So she has to be punished.
I let my body come to rest over hers, her warms tits pressed firmly against my chest. I take her mouth with mine and thrust my tongue inside. The taste of her mouth is pure heaven. Her tongue dances with mine, finally giving in to me. A small moan escapes her throat as I glide the barrel of my gun slowly in and out of her. The sounds that fill the room are intoxicating. The metal of my gun slicked over with the wetness of her pussy is glorious.
"I knew you wanted this little bird. You're so wet."
I pull the gun all the way out and let the muzzle dance across her abdomen leaving her wetness sprawled across her skin. I bring it up to her mouth. Letting it rest against her lips.
"Suck." I breathe and she opens her sweet lips and takes the barrel into her mouth, hollows out her cheeks and she sucks.
"Fuck, such a good girl." I can still see small tear drops fall from her eyes with them closed. She looks so beautiful with wet eyelashes and a gun in her mouth.
I take the gun from her mouth, and point it directly at her heart. Her eyes fly open and those perfect golden eyes flash with pure terror.
"Do you feel that? Does it feel like violence?" I ask rhetorically, knowing damn well she won't answer me.
But I need her to know how what she did made me feel. I have never had control over my life and those around me who affect it. Not until I took that control back and made every one who wronged me pay with blood.
So she will learn that I control my life and all that it pertains to.
Including her.
And the sooner she realizes that, the better.
Even though I really do enjoy fucking her with my gun.
"Is your body trembling with the fear of dying? With knowing you might not make it out of this alive? Do you feel out of control?" I ask all in one breath. So ready to completely consume her.
She shakes her head up and down, as she bores holes into my eyes, probably searching for any sign of love I have for her.
She won't find any there tonight.
"Little Lacie, that how you made me feel tonight. Completely and utterly out of control." She whimpers as I press the gun harder against her chest, trying to really send the message home.
"I'm sorry, Rain. Please believe me." She mutters quietly. Her face flushed and pussy dripping between my legs.
"I won't believe you until you come all over my gun. I want you on your hands and knees. Now."
Realizing the time for arguing is over, she quickly turns and adjust herself on the bed, leaning on her hands and knees. Her glorious ass and cunt on full display for me.
"God, Lacie. I could fuck all these holes all night."
"Yes. Please." She moans gripping the blanket covering her bed. I use my gun to tap against the wet lips of her pussy, earning a beautiful hum from her.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes. So good."
I waste no time, I plunge the gun in as deep as it will go and she screams out and braces herself against the thrust. My knuckles slap against her cunt as I fuck in and out of her.
"You look so beautiful taking my violence little bird." I praise and she whines pressing her cheek into the mattress and I slam into her.
"Can you come on my gun little Lacie?" I ask as I feel my cock stiffen behind the snug jeans I'm wearing. How I ache to slide my cock in this perfect hole of hers. But not before she comes on my gun.
I pick up the pace of my thrusts and align my thump to connect with her clit as I pull in and out.
She begins to writhe beneath me, whimpering and moaning. I can tell she's close.
"Let it go, give this to me." I coax her and she comes undone. I can only imagine how her pussy tightens around the barrel of my gun, filling it up with the juices of her climax.
I slide the gun out of her and bring it to my mouth. Licking from trigger to tip, I take her delicious wetness into my mouth. So fucking sweet. She tastes like fear and lust and I fucking love it.
She drops all the way onto the mattress and continues to breathe heavily, coming down from her orgasm. Sweat glistens on her back and her hair is scattered across her face and shoulders, my favorites sight to see.
"You did such a good job taking my violence little bird. Such a good girl." I praise, as I back off the bed and drop the gun to the floor.
"Now I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. And even then, I'll keep going until all you know is the pounding of my cock."
"Yes, please Rain." She breathes into the mattress, and flips over onto her back. Her legs fall open, revealing her perfect pink center. Swollen and dripping wet from my gun.
I groan and unzip my jeans, pull them down along with my boxers. My dick springs free and she licks her lips and cups a breast in each hand.
"I'm not holding back anymore. This won't feel like before. I'm not making love to you. I'm fucking you. Owning you and making you mine. I'll ruin you for any other man."
She nods and her eyes darken with lust and need.
"You already own me." She releases one breast and brings her hand down slowly to her pussy and uses her middle finger and index finger to spread her pussy lips and show me her tight wet hole.
"Fuck." My eyes roll back and I breathe in deep.
I roll my shoulders a few times and rock my neck from left to right. Trying to find room in my body for all this desire and rage and absolute need to own every single inch of the woman in front of me.
I do want to let her in and open myself completely. She deserves to know that part of me that I keep locked behind my blackened heart.
I want to give to her what she's given to me.
Everything.
Tomorrow I will.
But tonight I'm going to fucking ruin her.
"Hold that pussy open for me." I walk to the bed and on my knees I position my self at her entrance rubbing the tip of my cock through her slick cunt.
"Mmm." Her head falls to side as she bites at her bottom lip.
In one long thrust I sink into her to the hilt.
She takes every inch of me so gloriously.
"Fucking Christ Lacie. This pussy feels so good." I pull back almost to the tip and thrust back in hard.
"Rain." She breathes still holding her pussy lips apart.
I reach down and grab both her wrist in mine and pull them above her head. I lean down, covering her body with mine. Her warm tits pressed to my chest.
"You take my cock so well. Your pussy was made for me." I whisper into her ear, sending a shiver through her body. I can feel the walls of her hot center grip around my cock pulling me as deep as I can go.
My strokes become harder and wilder. Not letting up for one second. I can feel the sweat forming over my body as I work in and out of her viscously.
I grab both wrists in one hand now and reach down and insert one finger inside her along with my cock. Feeling as I fuck into her.
It feel so fucking good.
"Oh my god, rain please." She begs. Like I knew she would.
"What is it little Lacie. Is this too much?"
I add a second finger. Working my fingers and cock in and out together.
The inside of her pussy is so warm and tight, I could fuck it forever. Live inside her for eternity.
She starts to tremble beneath me, losing herself to feeling of being completely filled up by me.
"Open your legs wider." I command and she obeys. Giving me just enough room to add one more finger. As I do she lets out the most beautiful moan and I feel her pussy clench down on my fingers and cock.
Im so close.
I continue to thrust fast and hard, not holding back my grunts as I lose myself I her.
I release her wrist and bring my hand to her throat.
"Do you know what's funny little Lacie?" I squeeze harder on her throat and her eyes well with tears at the loss of air.
"My gun was never loaded."
And then I fill her up with my cum. I thrust as hard as I can, sending her sliding up the bed.
"Rain. Please!" She wails and shakes beneath me as her second orgasms rocks through her body. Her pussy milks me for everything I've got.
I slow down to slow rhythm and remove my fingers but I continue to move inside her. Her heads flails from side to side. Her body no doubt overcome with the sensation of coming twice. It must be too much to bear now.
"Beg me to stop." My hand is still gripping her throat but I loosen grip slightly so she can speak.
"I can't take it anymore. Please." She whispers, wrapping her hand around the wrist that grips her throat.
I slam into her one last time hard and rough and then slip out of her. I lean back and watch as my cum leaks out of her.
So fucking beautiful.