by Sam Mariano
Pressing my hand tighter against her mouth, I lean close and demand roughly, “You make enough fucking noise to wake anyone up, I’ll kill everyone in this goddamn house. Do you understand me, Alyssa?”
Her body stills beneath me, whether because of my threat or because I used her name, I’m not sure. She’s quiet enough now that I can hear her labored breathing. She swallows, searching my face. I can see the conflict warring inside her, but after a couple of seconds, she nods her head.
“I’m gonna move my hand,” I tell her before slowly inching it away from her mouth.
She draws a shaky breath when I do, but she doesn’t scream. Maybe she can see the distrust in my eyes as I wait for her to be a reckless little pain in the ass and break the promise I coerced out of her, but she doesn’t do anything to earn it.
There’s a full-grown man on top of her in her bed, and her nubile body is completely vulnerable, covered only by a thin nightgown. Despite my threat, given the position she’s in, it’d be hard to blame her for disregarding the safety of everyone else in the house and trying to fight me off anyway to save herself.
But she doesn’t. My threat is effective, and like Theo led me to believe she would be, the girl is cooperative. She appears to trust that if she does as I say, things won’t end badly for her.
It should alarm her that I’m letting her see my face, ’cause if I just wanted to burgle the place, I wouldn’t want anyone to be able to describe me after the fact. Her gaze darts around, taking in the planes and the look of me. It’s exactly the wrong thing to do, but she doesn’t know that.
A wave of discontent rolls over me, thinking about it. I don’t like it that this girl’s barely had a chance to start her life. She’s clearly in the dawn of those youthful years where she’ll waste time making some truly terrible decisions, but unlike most of us, she’ll never get a chance to do better. She won’t be around long enough to learn all the shit she doesn’t know, all because my brother-in-law couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.
“You know who I am?” I ask her.
Of course she doesn’t. She shakes her head, still holding my gaze.
I have the impulse to touch her, probably because of all the shit Theo told me about her. I keep the gun at her temple, but with my other hand, I reach down and gently run my fingertips down the side of her face.
She makes a noise caught somewhere between a horrified gasp and a fearful squeak. Her whole body stiffens and her eyes go wider again, but she doesn’t make a noise. Her gaze leaves my face for the first time since she saw me and darts to the door.
“You expecting anyone?” I ask idly.
She looks back at me and shakes her head no, but it’s too quick and there’s a look in her eyes like she’s lying.
“You sure? I’m not asking for me—I’m asking for them. Someone comes walking through that door, I’m gonna shoot first and ask questions later.”
That alarms her. I see her debating whether or not she wants to believe me, but she must decide she doesn’t have any better options at the moment, because she finally breaks her silence.
Quietly, not wanting to make much noise and draw anyone to her room since I’ve threatened to kill ’em all, she says, “My older sister.” Her voice is wobbly with fear but sweet. She’s soft-spoken, just like I would’ve envisioned if she’d had a speaking part in my earlier thoughts of her.
“She went on a date tonight?” I question, given how she greeted me.
Alyssa nods her head, looking at the door again. “Sometimes when she comes home after a date, she comes in to talk to me about it.”
Without moving off her, I lean over to grab her phone off the nightstand by her bed. It means moving my gun away from her temple, but she must not have faith in her ability to wrestle it away from me, because she doesn’t try.
She keeps an eye on me as I reach for her phone, and I keep an eye on her, too. I see the flicker of hope in her eyes when she catches sight of it, but then she looks back at me and does a piss-poor job trying to hide it.
“Don’t get too excited,” I tell her. “We’re gonna text your sister and tell her you’re going to sleep and you’ll talk to her tomorrow. What’s her name?”
She hesitates, clearly not wanting to give me her sister’s name.
I’m stunned when I open her phone and I don’t have to put in a passcode or anything to gain access. I go straight to her messages and open them, figuring I might be able to tell which conversation is with her sister by what was said in the last couple of texts. She must not ever delete messages, though, because there’s a shit-ton of them in here. I scroll down and see a fuck-ton more.
“Jesus, you don’t believe in letting go, do you?”
She scowls at me. “Who are you?”
“Name’s Brant.”
Surprise flickers across her face since I actually answered her. “And what are you doing in my house, Brant?”
“Sorry, I guess I should add a little more context than that, huh?”
Confused by my congenial tone, she hesitates before nodding.
“I’ve got a twin sister named Bri,” I tell her. “I think you’re familiar with her, and especially familiar with her husband, Theo.”
Her face falls. I expect it’s because she’s swiftly realizing she’s fucked, but I’m thrown by the next words out of her mouth. “Oh no—Bri knows?”
I frown at her and tilt my head to the side, trying to figure out what to make of her. “You can’t care too awful much,” I remark. “You’ve been fucking her husband behind her back.”
“I know,” she says miserably, bringing her hands up to cover her face. “I didn’t want her to find out. I didn’t want to hurt her, I swear. It was so stupid. It’s completely over with him now, and I hoped Bri would never have to know it happened.”
As I’m scrolling through her old messages, I find a chain of messages to and from Theo. On a whim, I open it to check his story. Much to my surprise, the video she sent him is still right there in the text thread.
Before I can decide against something that will undoubtedly alarm her, my curiosity gets the better of me and I push play.
I can see her all right in this bedroom with the moonlight spilling in the windows, but as the video starts, I get a really good look at her pretty face. The flush in her cheeks, the untarnished twinkle in her eyes—they’re the hue of the ocean, and her golden hair hangs in a side ponytail over one dainty shoulder.
“I’ve never done this before,” she tells Theo with a nervous giggle.
Beneath me, the flesh-and-blood version of her gasps in horror and makes a grab for the phone. “Oh my God, don’t watch that!”
I find it a little funny that she wouldn’t grab for my gun, but the idea of me watching a video of her masturbating is too much for her to bear. I drop the phone anyway, letting her win for a minute—but only so I can turn her over onto her stomach, lock my arm around her neck, and crush her beneath me. She struggles, gasping as she flails and tries unsuccessfully to kick me.
“Knock it off,” I snap.
She keeps fighting me, but she can’t go anywhere. I tighten my arm around her throat until she gets really scared. Her hands fly to my arm and she tries to pry it off.
“You gonna settle down?” I ask her.
She doesn’t nod or even try to, just keeps fighting me.
Ignoring her, I flatten her against the bed with my weight and reach out to touch her phone. It’s lying face up on the mattress now, the screen dark. In the tussle, the program must have closed, so I have to open the message again to get back to the video. Once I push play, she lets out a low whine.
“Quiet,” I tell her, turning my attention to the screen of her phone.
She can’t do a damn thing, now. She doesn’t have use of her hands, I’ve got her neck squeezed tight so she has to arch up just to keep from choking, and I’ve got probably a good 70 or 80 pounds on her tiny little ass.
Even though she clearly objects to my watching th
e video she made for my brother-in-law, she can’t do shit to stop me as it begins to play again.
Even though it’s not a decent thing to do, I watch it. I got too curious while Theo was detailing the times he fucked her. I want to see what she looks like naked and aroused, and considering she’s not much longer for the world, I don’t much care if she doesn’t want me to.
She starts the video wearing this white dress with little pink roses on it. There’s a white cardigan over it, not meant to be sexy at all. She’s the picture of innocence, until she starts stripping.
Even then, she’s playful, revealing just a sliver of shoulder at first and then laughing. She’s clearly shy about it, but she wants to please him. That shouldn’t matter to me beyond the fact that it’s my sister’s husband, but I’m not sure that’s entirely the reason for the rush of displeasure it brings me.
Buried deep, there’s maybe a little bit of jealousy—not because I give a damn about this girl, specifically, but it doesn’t seem right that a shitty fucking man like Theo has two women desperate to please him, and I go home alone every night without so much as a clumsily recorded striptease video to help stave off the loneliness.
As Alyssa peels off her cardigan in the video, I ask her, “Why’d you wanna waste your time with a married man, anyway? Plenty of single ones out there.”
Even if she wanted to answer me, she probably couldn’t in this headlock, but I’m busy watching the video anyway. We can talk after I finish.
In the video, she takes her dress off, then her bra. My cock hardens at the sight of her, at the way she cups a breast in her hand and looks at the camera, running her thumb back and forth over her own nipple and sighing with pleasure.
It’s so easy to imagine this video was meant for my eyes instead of his. She never says his name, so when she looks into the camera and teases, it’s me she’s teasing now.
She shimmies out of her panties next. Once she does, she moves the phone and sits down directly across from it, spreading her legs and showing me her pussy.
The sight of her like that sends a fresh rush of blood to my cock. Since I have myself crushed against her like this, I know she feels my arousal pressing against her. She lets out a whimper, but I ignore her and go back to the video.
Alyssa’s hand drops between her spread thighs and she starts to play with herself. I watch as she presses the tip of her finger inside. I watch the way her whole body arches, her pretty little tits bouncing slightly, making me want them in my mouth.
Theo was right—her tits are fucking perfect.
It’d be an additional sin to kill a woman with tits that perfect, especially without enjoying them first.
My cock is already pressed against her, but now I let my hand slide down her side. She’s wearing some kind of thin nightie, but it’s not too long. I easily reach the bottom and start drawing the fabric up.
I expect to encounter panties, but when I slide up past her hip, it’s all smooth skin. My pulse quickens and I slide my hand over to make sure. Sure enough, I grab a handful of that tight little ass Theo was telling me about.
Fuck.
“You don’t wear panties to bed, huh?” I murmur against her ear.
She tries to wiggle, but she’s still trapped, immobile beneath my weight. She can only lie there while I run my uninvited hand over her bare skin. I give her ass a firm, appreciative squeeze and she goes rigid beneath my body.
Without moving my hand away, I look back at her naughty video. I caress her smooth flesh on this bed while her fingers move in and out of her pussy on the screen. They come out slick with her arousal and my cock swells even more in response.
“Fuck, you make a good dirty video,” I tell her.
She rears back and tries to head butt me. It makes me smile. I watch the rest, letting her helpless little sounds of pleasure get me hotter and hotter. When she comes and cries out in the video, my cock twitches against her, desperately in need of attention.
I tell myself I didn’t come here for this, but I think I might be lying. Theo piqued my interest when he told me about her, and maybe I wanted to see for myself.
Now maybe I want to try her out for myself, too.
Balls-deep inside the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked, he said.
I wonder just how tight she is.
My cock tells me I should find out, but just thinking of that struggle… I want to fuck her, not fight her.
I had to put my gun down on the bed when I was fighting with her before. I look at it now, just past her phone, then I grab it and bring the muzzle back to her temple. I feel her stiffen, and I press my lips to the shell of her ear.
“Let me tell you something, sweetheart. You know much about guns?”
She’s too afraid to turn her head with the gun pressed against it, so she doesn’t shake her head or nod, but I’d put money on her not knowing shit.
“First thing you should know is pretty simple. They’re dangerous, capable of a whole lot of destruction. You shouldn’t rest your muzzle against anything you’re not willing to fucking destroy, and do you know what that is pressed against your temple, baby? It’s my muzzle. That means I’m more than willing to destroy you. Hell, I’m willing to hold a loaded gun on you even when you’re fighting me, escalating the risk that much more, so that tells you I’m really willing to hurt you. In the interest of driving this point home, I’m gonna tell you the truth: I came here tonight to kill you. Theo asked me to after he confessed to this little affair you’ve been having. Told me you’re pregnant and you won’t go away, so he asked if I could handle it before my sister finds out and his whole life goes to shit.”
I was going to pause here anyway, but I momentarily forget where I was going when I feel something wet on my arm. I frown and pull her neck back so I can look down and see what the hell that is.
Her face is wet with tears. That was one of her tears that just hit my arm.
It feels a little like the breath got knocked out of me. I’ve had some knock-down drag-outs in my time, but I’ve never had someone cry on me.
I can’t figure out why she’s crying right away, then I replay what I just said to her. Theo, the bastard she gave her virginity to, sent me here to kill her to save himself the hassle of his wife finding out he fucked her. She matters so little to him that he is willing to sacrifice her life to make his a little easier, and I guess maybe she didn’t know that.
I guess that’s probably hard to hear.
Rather than dwell on it and make her feel worse, I tell her, “Now, I might not go through with it. I haven’t decided yet. It mostly depends on you. I hate to put it all on you like that, but that’s where we are. If you’re worth more to me alive than dead for the time being, well… then maybe we can figure something out.”
She sniffles but doesn’t say a word.
“As you can probably guess from the way my cock’s butting against you, I have some ideas about how you can convince me to let you live to see another morning.”
Another teardrop hits my arm. I don’t know if it’s fresh or it’s just made its way down her cheek from a minute ago. I’m not familiar enough with people crying to have the faintest idea. I guess an old tear probably would have had enough time to cool before it hit my arm and that one was more or less body temperature, so it’s probably fresh.
“Now, I’m not gonna hurt you,” I tell her, trying to set her mind at ease. “Not unless you make me.”
She still makes a little whining noise low in her throat as I work the material up her body.
“I don’t want to fight you,” I tell her again. “I’m gonna release your neck, all right? Don’t make me regret it.”
I let go of her slowly, the same way I moved my hand away from her mouth, so I can react quickly if she does something stupid.
I’m alert, waiting for her to do just such a fucking thing, but she doesn’t move at all. Her body shifts with the labor of breathing through all the emotions she must be processing, but with her tummy down on the
bed the way she is, I don’t have to look into those big eyes and see what kind of feelings they’re full of.
Once I’m reasonably confident she won’t surprise me with some reckless attempt at escape, or some brazen call for help because she didn’t believe my threat—or because she just doesn’t care at this point, and wants to get away more than she wants to buy her family’s safety with her body—I relax a little.
I finally put my gun down on her bedside table since I’ll need both hands for this. I grab her phone and put it there, too, to remove any temptation she might have to grab it. Then I drag her nightie the rest of the way off her body. I’m relieved as hell when instead of fighting me like I was afraid she might, she moves her arms and lifts her upper body so I can pull the garment off her.
I toss it and look down at her bare back. I drag the backs of my fingers across her smooth skin, blocking out the sound of her dismay as I do.
It’s been just long enough since I’ve been with a woman that I don’t especially care about her dismay. It’s been a lot longer since I’ve been with one who wasn’t a straight-up whore, but I’ve never been with anyone like her before, never someone so close to pure, not even when I was her age.
I can’t help running my hands along her soft skin, appreciating the feel of her, the shape of her, the dip along her lower back right before her smooth ass bubbles back out.
Purely on impulse, I scoot back so I can lean down and kiss that spot. She gasps in surprise, and I keep peppering her skin with kisses. I kiss lower and lower until I’m running my lips over the gentle curve of her ass cheeks. I’m tempted to flip her over and get a taste of her pussy, but I get the feeling I wouldn’t like what I see in her eyes if I let her look up at me.
Nah, I’ll keep her on her tummy.
“You got any lube?” I ask her.
“What? No,” she says, like that’s a ridiculous thing to ask.
Maybe it is; I don’t know.
I shrug, even though she can’t see me. At least I tried.
Since I’m aching with need and there’s little point in dragging things out, I unzip my jeans. Just as I’m fixing to take my cock out, her voice wobbles and she tries to ruin my good time.