by Melody Adams
"So fucking perfect," I mumble before I bury my face in her wet flesh. Her scent drives me crazy. Her taste explodes on my tongue as I lick through her dripping folds. "Fuck, kitten, you taste so good. I could eat you all night long. You’re my most fucking favorite meal any time of the day."
My hard dick presses against the fabric of my pants, and my balls are so full that it hurts. There is nothing I want more than to slam my cock into Heather's hot cunt, but I resist the urge. I want to lick her to orgasm first. I want to prove to her that I will provide for her needs. For the rest of our lives.
Heather writhes beneath me with a moan. I attack her clit at a relentless pace, sending my kitten towards the peak at breakneck speed. I push two fingers into her hungry hole and aim for her G-spot. Then I finger her hard. Heather's screams turn into sobs. Her pussy contracts and she screams my name. Fuck! I’ll never tire of hearing my name off her lips when she comes. It proves she's mine. She wants to be mine. She's just having trouble processing the circumstances.
My fingers are slipping from her still twitching pussy and I'm fumbling with my fly. When I have freed my cock, I pull Heather a little closer to the edge of the table and with a hard push I am inside her. Heaven! That's what her pussy is to me. Heaven on earth, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Heather
After Alic carries me upstairs to the bedroom, he fucks me again before I finally fall asleep in his arms, exhausted. When I wake up, it's still dark. I don’t know what time it is. Alic is not in bed. The loss of his warmth was probably what woke me up. I fumble for the place where he was lying, but his warmth no longer lingers in the sheet. He must have gotten up a while ago. I'll sit up and look around. The bathroom is dark, so he's not on the toilet. I get up and grab my robe off the hook by the door to slip it over. Then I go looking for Alic. I find him in the living room with a glass of whisky in his hand. He hears me coming and turns to me.
"Hey," he says with a tortured smile.
"Hey."
"Come here!"
I obey and go to him. He pulls me onto his lap and kisses my neck.
"Can’t sleep?" I ask.
"No, I couldn't sleep. There are so many things on my mind."
"What tings?"
"I don't want to lose you," he admits roughly. "But I don't want you to hate me either."
"I... don't hate you," I say gently. It’s the truth. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point my hatred for him vanished. It is only now that I am realizing it. Instead of hatred, I feel ... something that’s far too much like love. Is that possible? Did I fall in love with a serial killer?
"You will, if I force you to stay with me." He sighs. "Tell me what I have to do to get you to stay with me willingly."
I rest my head on his shoulder and breathe in his scent. When I'm lying in his arms like this, it’s like I belong right here. In moments like this, I forget all the women he's killed. Does that make me a horrible person? Is it wrong to think about a life as a – couple – with a sociopathic killer? To want it?
"Part of me wants to stay here with you," I finally say with a sigh. I snuggle closer to him and he buries his hands in my hair.
"And the other part?" He asks so softly that I can hardly hear the words.
"Well, for one thing, there's my sister. I..."
"What if you could talk to her on the phone?" Alic interrupts me. "Would that help? – Of course you can never tell her where you are or who I am. Tell her that you're safe and happy."
"That would be wonderful, but... Can't the police trace the call?"
"A friend of mine is a tech geek who developed an app that makes it impossible to trace the connection. There's even a video option in it, so you would be able to see each other. I got the app on my laptop. If you want, you can call her tomorrow."
I move away from him and stare at him.
"Really?"
"Yes, kitten. Really," Alic replies with a gentle smile.
"That would be... I'd like to talk to Susan. She must be terribly worried. I'm sure she thinks I'm..."
I stop when I'm overwhelmed with emotion. Alic rocks me like a baby and murmurs soft, soothing words into my ear.
"What else stops you from wanting to stay with me? I... can't undo what I've done. I am aware, what I am. Until now, I've never worried about what's right or wrong. Not that I haven't been aware of it, but..."
"I understand that you can't undo it," I interrupt him. "The question is, what will you do from now on?"
"I got you now, kitten. I don’t need other women. And so I don’t have to kill any more women. That’s all behind me. Since you came into my life, my demons are silent. I am not sure how that's possible, because I shouldn't be capable of such emotions, but I – I think I love you, kitten."
His words bring tears to my eyes. I sob.
"Ssshhh, don't cry, kitten. Please. I... What do I have to do to...?"
"I cry because I'm happy, Alic. Because... I... I love you too."
"Fuck, kitten, I am lost for words," Alic replies, pressing me firmly against herself. "I don't deserve love, kitten. Especially not from an angel like you. But damn, to hear the words coming out of your mouth..."
He moves away from me and takes my face in his hands, as he looks into my eyes with so much emotion, that my heart threatens to explode with love. There is tenderness in his gaze; such as I have never seen in him before, but also agony. He is struggling with his past as much as I am; only that he would never admit it. I bet that if he got the chance, he would actually undo the things he's done. Can a man like Alic be forgiven for the sins that he committed? I don't know how others would feel, but in that moment I forgive him. For everything. Alic is a changed man and if I can help him from now on to turn away from the path he has been on, I will do anything. No matter how hard it might be sometimes. What we have is worth fighting for.
“I forgive you, Alic,” I say softly, taking his face between my hands. “I forgive you for what you have done to me.”
“Kitten,” he rasps, his voice thick with emotion. “Fuck, kitten!”
Then his mouth is on mine and he kisses me hard. His hands cup my breasts, kneading them. I moan into his mouth and grind on his thick erection that presses against my butt. He groans, and with one sweeping movement I am beneath him. I watch him as he hastily removes his tee shirt and boxers, drink in his beautiful physique. I grab his hard erection and give it a squeeze. He groans and the hunger in his eyes intensifies.
“Spread those legs for your Master, pet!”
I obey and open my legs wide. His dark eyes take me in. He devours me with his gaze and my pussy pulsates with need.
“Look at you,” he growls darkly. “What a needy cunt. So eager to be filled. Used. Fucked. – You need to be fucked hard, don’t you, kitten?”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’m going to give it to you,” he promises with a cruel smile. “I will make you scream and beg for mercy.”
“Yes, Master, please.”
“As you wish, my pet.”
He grabs me and turns me around until I am on my hands and knees. Grabbing me by my hips, he enters me in one hard thrust that seems to split me in two. I scream.
“Yes, kitten, scream for me!”
He fucks me hard and fast. One hand buries in my hair and pulls on it. I close my eyes and moan as pleasure pain curses through my system. Alic’s finger dig hard into my flesh and I will have bruises tomorrow, but it doesn’t bother me. I’ve come to love his marks of ownership on my body. I am his. Heart, body and soul.
“Come for me!” Alic demands.
The next few thrusts push me over the edge. I scream out his name and my orgasm blind me. When my pussy grips his shaft tightly, he roars, before I feel his cock twitch and his hot cum floods my cunt.
Slick with sweat and other bodily fluids, we lay in each other’s arms on the couch. Alic lazily strokes my back, while each of us is lost in thoughts. I try to figure out how the same man that kille
d nearly a dozen women, can be so tender and passionate. What made him into the Gentleman Killer?
"Are you ever gonna tell me how... how you got into killing these women...?" I ask softly.
"I will try," Alic answers with a sigh.
"Okay. Then... then I'm happy. Now, everything's okay."
"I will do everything to make you happy from now on," Alic promises, and presses his lips to mine.
Epilogue
Heather
Two years later
I'm so giddy with excitement. Today, after two years, I finally get to see Susan again. And I'm so nervous to hear what she has to say about our sweet little surprise. I hope she'll finally get over the fact that Alic and I are together. I love him more every day. So much has happened in the two years since he kidnapped me. We have talked a lot about his childhood. Even though I am not a psychiatrist – and Alic refuses to talk to one – I am pretty sure that the cause of Alic's disorder lies in his childhood. His mother was a crack whore and his father an alcoholic. After his mother ran away when Alic was only two years old, Alic lived with his father in a trailer park. Alic's father was violent and hardly cared about his son at all. When Alic told me how he ate the moldy carpet out of hunger, I’d burst into tears. At that time, Alic was only three years old. Nobody had ever shown him what love is, or how to empathize with someone. It is possible that the drugs his mother took during pregnancy had also affected Alic's brain. At fourteen, Alic left home, and at fifteen, he caught up on his schooling. It had been an easy exercise for him due to his above average intelligence. He started killing after an accidental kill. He’d choked one of the whores he had sex with a little too much, and she died during the act. It had aroused Alic and after trying for several months to fight the urge to do it again, he finally gave in to his dark fantasies.
"What are you thinking about, kitten?" Alic rips me out of my thoughts.
"About Susan and everything that's happened in the last two years. I'm so happy, and I hope so much that Susan... can manage to be happy for me, for us."
Alic put his arm around my shoulder.
"I'm sure she will, eventually. Even though it may not be today."
"You think so?"
"Yes. Now come. Let’s go inside. Your sister's waiting for us."
Susan
The hood is ripped off my head, and I blink into the sudden brightness. The man who kidnapped me stands before me, but he is still wearing a mask. I glare at him. Tied to the chair, I can't do anything but run my mouth, and so I do.
"You son of a bitch," I spit at him. "If you think you're getting away with kidnapping an FBI agent, you've got another thing coming."
"Funny. The first thing that others in your situation utter is the question 'What do you want from me?'" The man replies, amused.
"Fuck you!"
"Your language really leaves something to be desired. If you were mine, I'd put you over my knee for it, before I wash out your mouth with soap."
"But I'm not YOURS," I hiss.
He sighs.
"I'm afraid so. I would really enjoy turning your sweet ass red. Tell me, has any man ever spanked your ass? Does it turn you on? If I put you over my knee, would you get wet for me, huh?"
"In your dreams – asshole!" I growl. "And if you dare even try, then say goodbye to your balls!"
The masked man laughs.
"I like your fire, baby. I really wish we could get to know each other more – intimately. But unfortunately, you're not here for me."
"For whom am I here?"
The masked man looks at his cell phone.
"You'll find out in a few minutes. They're on their way."
I have no clue who might be behind my abduction. Sure, I must have made some enemies through my work with the FBI, but kidnapping me doesn't make sense. I could understand someone trying to put a bullet in my head. But I don't get the feeling that whoever is behind my kidnapping wants to kill me. It's probably about information. But what kind of information? I can't give away anything about my cases. That would be bad. I can only hope that I can stay strong. Resisting torture is not something I was trained to do. That would be more in the realm of the CIA.
Footsteps approach the room, and my heart pounds restlessly. Sweat forms on my forehead. I hope my fear is not showing. As two people enter the room, my eyes widen in surprise.
"Heather!"
My sister frowns disapprovingly, before turning to the masked man who brought me here.
"Why is she tied up?" She barks at him, upset.
"Because I'm quite fond of my balls?" The masked man interjects helpfully.
"That's my sister, damn it! Untie her!"
"She may be your sister," the man at Heather's side, who also wears a mask, throws in, laughing. "... but she really seems to have it in for the poor devil. I can understand him not wanting to have her on the loose."
"You're impossible," Heather snarls with an eye roll. "Leave us alone and you'll be out of danger when I untie her."
The man next to Heather must be the Gentleman Killer. The man who took my sister two years ago. He slaps my kidnapper on the shoulder with a laugh.
"Come, let's do what my kitten says before she claws at us."
The men leave the room and close the door behind them. Heather sighs and then hurries towards me.
"Sorry about those idiots. I didn't think the jerk would treat you like a prisoner." She releases the ropes. "Didn't that idiot tell you, you were here for me?"
"No," I reply. "Thank you," I say as the ropes are finally off. "I can't believe you're here. What if you get caught?"
"Don't worry," Heather assures me as we hug. "Come on, let's go over to the couch. We can talk more comfortably there."
She helps me get up, and we go together to the sitting area on the other side of the room.
"I'll get us a drink," Heather says, after I sit down on the couch.
A little later she comes back with two glasses and a bottle of water. She pours us a drink and hands me a glass before she sits down next to me.
"I'm so glad I can finally see you again. I missed you so much," she says and squeezes my hand.
"I've missed you too. And I've been so worried."
"You don't need that. Alic is good to me."
"Alic? Is that his name?"
"Yes, but if you use this to hunt him down, you'll never see me again. We have enough aliases to start over somewhere else, but then I would never contact you again."
"You really love him?"
"Of course I love him! I've told you on the phone so many times."
"I thought maybe he was forcing you to say something like that."
Heather sighs.
"I know it's hard to understand, but Alic and I are happy. And we got a surprise for you."
"What a surprise?"
"Wait a minute."
She fishes her cell phone out of her pocket and dials a number.
"Can you bring her, please? Yes... Okay... Thanks."
She ends the conversation, and I can't help noticing the glow in her eyes as she beams at me. I still find it hard to believe that my little sister is in love with a serial killer. Even if I didn't work for the law enforcement, this would be a hard thing to digest. I'm afraid she suffers from Stockholm Syndrome. Or he's putting some kind of pressure on her and she's lying to me. I dismiss the idea immediately. My sister is not a good actress. The happiness she radiates is not acted out. – Doesn't mean it's real, though. The psychological reactions to imprisonment and the fact that the Gentleman Killer obviously has a special talent in bed, may feel to her like she is really happy with him. Even if I could trust her feelings, I definitely know that I don't trust HIS. Right now he may be attracted to her, but when the attraction wears off? Who can guarantee that he won't kill her at a later time?
The door opens, and a man enters the room with a baby in his arms. Judging by his outfit, it's the same man who was with Heather. Only this time he's not wearing a mask. I would notice how
extremely handsome the bastard is, if I wasn't so shocked at the sight of the child. My gaze goes from the man with the child to Heather, who is beaming happily, reaching out for the baby. The killer, Alic, comes closer and gives the baby a kiss on the cheek before passing it on to Heather. He stands behind my sister, hands on her shoulders. Heather, the killer and the baby. I'm having trouble processing what I'm seeing. The three of them look like a normal, young family. But I know they're not. I know that the happy father is an unscrupulous serial killer.
"Susan. This is Paige. Our daughter. I wanted to vivit earlier, but she wasn't old enough to fly. She's six months now, and..."
"A baby," I say, shaking my head in disbelief. "You... You have a... a baby."
"Yes," Heather beams. "Isn't she wonderful? Would you like to hold her? She's a very easygoing girl. Except she didn't like the mask, which is why Alic had to take it off. I urge you once again not to try to track us down. If you want contact with your niece and me, it'll be on our terms. We're a family now, and I'll do everything I can to protect them. Even if it means I never see you again."
"Heather..." I begin, unable to organize my thoughts. I shake my head, and then my eyes go to Alic. A clear warning is written on his face. He won't hesitate to hurt me if I endanger his little family. "May I?" I finally say, reaching out to the child.
Heather is radiant with happiness and hands me the child. A warm feeling spreads in my chest as I hold my niece in my arms. I love her already. If only she didn't have a serial killer for a father.
"I'll leave you two alone again. Anything else you need, kitten?" Alic says.
Heather looks up at him with stars in her eyes.
"No, I don't think so."
"Okay, kitten. See you later," Alic says goodbye and bends over my sister to give her a kiss on the cheek. He is gentle and loving to her, but I simply cannot trust him. He's not only a psychopath and sociopath, he's a killer, too. People like him don't just change overnight.