After Dark

by Olson, Yolanda

  The pain …

  They’ll both taste that next.

  Chapter 13

  I pull up to the warehouse a couple of hours later. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I left Jessa; the longest that I’ve been away from her so far. I feel incredibly guilty for leaving her at all; what a waste it was, too.

  After I left the diner, much earlier this morning, I drove through the city for a long time with no destination in mind. I didn’t want to go to Bodhi’s apartment; I wouldn’t have been able to bear the sight of two extra shadows dancing across the shade covering his window. I didn’t want to drive straight to the warehouse either, but I also didn’t want to sit at home, alone. So, I just drove.

  As the sky continued to lighten, midnight blue to navy to cobalt, I decided to go back to my apartment. I needed a shower and I had to grab the food and supplies to take to Jessa. It didn’t occur to me until then that she hadn’t been bathed since I took her. I left her with a bucket and toilet paper, but nothing to clean her body with.

  See, it’s all because I was focused on him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

  I grabbed a couple pairs of clean sweat pants and some t-shirts for her, and headed out. On my way to the warehouse, I stopped by Walgreens to see if they had anything to use as a splint for Jessa’s fingers. I lucked out and found some popsicle sticks for her in their craft area. I also grabbed some gauze, baby wipes, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, a few one-time use icepacks, a couple of gallons of water, and a pack of dish towels.

  It should be all we really need in order for her to get by for a little while.

  Jessa is asleep on her mat when I walk into the warehouse. I wonder if she ever woke up or if she’s still passed out from the meds. I place my bags on the ground and pick up the tape recorder, curious to see what she was up to yesterday. Starting from the beginning, I skip forward a half an hour at a time, and let it play for a few seconds. I listen for any noises that she might have made.

  About fifteen hours in, I finally hear something, and let it play. I hear a little rustling and she cries out in pain, but it’s only for a second and then it gets quiet again. I press the forward button again, taking me thirty minutes ahead. I listen for a couple of seconds, but I don’t hear anything. I skip forward a few more times, but the device remains silent.

  I’m starting to get worried that something bad happened to her. Could she really have been out for the entire twenty-four hours that I’ve been gone? I look over at her. I can see the rise and fall of her chest, so I know she’s still breathing. Maybe I should have only given her one pill? But then, she may have woken up and been in pain. No, it was good that I gave her both.

  But, now that I know she’s been asleep the whole time, it’s time for her to wake up.

  I crouch down beside her and run my hand through her hair gently. I tuck some of it behind her ear, so it doesn’t hide her beautiful face. I notice that each of her index and middle fingers are swollen and black-and-blue. They look pretty nasty; I’m glad I’ll be able to fix them up for her now.

  “Jessa,” I say softly. “It’s time to wake up.”

  “Mmm…” she groans.

  I nudge her shoulder lightly, almost enough for her to fall over onto her back, but not quite.

  I nudge her again, a little harder this time, and gravity pulls her body down onto the mat beneath her. She wakes with a start, her eyes wide. I can tell that she’s still loopy though, because as she looks up at me, her eyes start to roll into the back of her head before she closes them again.

  “Come on,” I place a hand under her arm and pull her into a sitting position next to the mat.

  I raise my hand to her cheek and I smack it a few times, trying to snap her out of it. I’m not too rough about it, but I am definitely not gentle either. She opens her eyes once more and I can tell she is fighting to focus on me.

  “Come to me. Focus on me, Jessa,” I say as I smack her cheek a few more times. “There you go.”

  She blinks her eyes until she is finally able to focus enough to pay attention to me.

  “Hey there beautiful,” I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear again and place a soft kiss to her forehead.

  Her lips form the faintest hint of a smile and it fills me with pride. I begin to tell her about all of the goodies I brought for her, when suddenly her upper body lurches forward a little. She squeezes her eyes shut. Her torso moves forward again, as if someone pushed her from behind. A second later, vomit comes pouring out of her mouth, covering her chest and legs. Quickly, I stand and lift her off of the ground. I fist her hair in one hand to keep it out of her face. My opposite arm holds her tight at the waist so she can bend over and get everything out without falling.

  Her body expels the acidic contents from her stomach a few more times, and she fights to draw air back into her lungs between each heave.

  I can tell that she’s gotten it all out when the sobbing begins, but I don’t loosen my grip around her body or her hair. I want to hold her close to me for a little bit longer. At some point during all of this, she covered my arm with both of hers, almost as if she was giving it a hug. A smile forms on my face when the realization hits me. I try holding her as still as possible. I don’t want to do anything that will result in her removing her touch, or getting sick again.

  “Are you okay?” I ask when her breathing begins to even out a little.

  Suddenly, she notices that she is touching me of her own free will. She inhales a sharp breath of air and quickly removes her hands from my arm. My smile fades away as rejection sinks in twice in a twenty-four-hour period.

  Chapter 14

  It’s my turn to watch.

  I’m standing at the head of the bed, naked, hard, and stroking my cock.

  Daisy is on top of Sid, riding him like it’s the last dick on earth, because in a way, it is. Neither of them knows that part of the show yet, but we’ll get there when the time comes.

  I grunt slightly as I continue to tug on my cock. The sensation is pleasurable only because of the small pieces of glass I palmed in my hand before I joined them. I went into the bathroom, looked at the monster that watches me on a day to day basis, smashed the fucking mirror, then picked up the smallest of fragments to use.

  Sid slaps Daisy’s ass and she dutifully climbs off of him, propping herself up on all fours. He gives her a shove to get her closer to where I’ve been standing and watching, both of them oblivious to the small tracks of blood that have been coating my shaft.

  Daisy reaches for my dick and I let go, placing a gentle hand on top of her head and turning my eyes up to meet Sid’s. He grins because I’m watching him and that’s what he wants.

  He spits into the palm of his hand, reaches down and slips his dick roughly into the petite girl who lets out a muffled squeal. She’s busy sucking my dick already so she knows that if she stops now, he’ll make it worse for her than he already is.

  I tear my eyes away from him long enough to reach down and lift Daisy’s chin slightly. She looks up with those wide, doe eyes of hers and I can see the pain he’s causing her.

  Girls like her live to please the men in their lives with no regard for themselves and I think it will be a mercy to put her down.

  But you first, I think as I run a finger affectionately down the side of her face and look up at Sid again.

  His body is tensing and I can tell he’s ready to reach his climax.

  Daisy forces herself to take in the length of my cock, gagging and salivating on my shaft because she’s turning into the sloppy little mess that she was at the diner earlier. And the longer I look into Sid’s eyes, the more I start to see Knox’s face.

  I wonder if he’s thinking about me.

  If he’s fucking someone else wishing it was me.

  If I’ll see him again soon.

  Sid snaps me out of my wandering thoughts by groaning loudly then pitching forward onto Daisy’s back, sending her tumbling hard against me, and gagging her again. I grit my teeth because
that hurt more than it should have, but that’s part of the dance and I know it well.

  “Good girl,” I tell her with a small smile.

  I reach down for her and bring her to her feet, kiss her deeply, then run the tips of my fingers down her back. She looks into my eyes for approval, however, that’s something she needs to earn.

  “Are you okay to keep going?” I ask, letting my fingertips rest on the small of her back. She shivers slightly and I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy that reaction. She nods, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and begins to lower herself onto her knees, but I stop her.

  “Tsk, tsk,” I admonish her as I shake a warning finger. “That’s enough of that.”

  I take Daisy by the hand and walk her around the side of the bed. I can feel her companion’s eyes on us, and I know the only way to keep him from unnecessarily hurting her further, is to do it together.

  I sit on the bed and Daisy lowers herself next to me on her knees. I palm my dick and begin to stroke it again, turning my attention to Sid who’s propped up on his elbows watching.

  “Come closer,” I command him in a soft tone.

  He quirks an eyebrow but shakes his head and does as he’s told.

  He’s on the other side of me on his knees now, yet this isn’t what I want. I’ve had enough of my dick getting sucked, and now it’s time to fuck.

  I spread my legs, motion for him to sit in front of me. When he does, I sigh as I sit up and grab his thighs, pulling him almost directly on top of me. He looks surprised, probably unaware of how strong I happen to be, but that’s always been a little advantage I have over the unsuspecting.

  I only choose to use it when the moments arise and never before.

  “Move your legs onto my thighs,” I instruct him, and smirk when he does as he’s told. If only Daisy knew that this brute of a man needed to be dominated every once in a while instead of being dominant, she would have had an easier life with him.

  Once we’re properly positioned, I lean my head back and smile at the curious young woman who’s standing idly by.

  “Sit.”

  Her eyes widen.

  I can taste her fear and it makes my dick pulsate.

  “I don’t know if I can—”

  “Shut your fucking mouth and sit down,” Sid barks at her as he begins to stroke his dick.

  “Be nice to her, or you don’t get to play anymore,” I warn him softly. He looks outraged for a moment, a prominent who the fuck do you think you are burning in his eyes, but he shuts his fucking mouth and continues to tug on his dick with one hand, while resting back on the palm of the other.

  “It’ll be okay,” I lie to her, holding out a hand.

  Daisy bites her lower lip nervously before she relents and lets me help her onto the bed. She puts a hand on my chest as Sid scoots closer to us and then begins to lower herself as best as she can.

  I grip her hips, close my eyes, and lean my head back. The feeling of her warm, used, soaking wet pussy starting to slide gently down on our cocks. Once she’s halfway, she lets out a whimper and pitches forward, pressing her forehead against mine. I kiss the tip of her nose gently, tell her to take her time, and assure her that it will be okay.

  It takes her another five minutes to be able to comfortably sit down on our cocks, and when I open my eyes at her, I can see the tears streaming down her face.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask her softly.

  Daisy grits her teeth and nods slightly.

  I smile at her, then lean slightly to the left to look at Sid who looks like he’s ready to blow another load right now just from both of us being inside of her at the same time.

  “Are you ready?” I ask him.

  He sits up, grips Daisy around her waist, kisses her back, then nods at me.

  “Together,” I tell him.

  In almost perfect unison, we begin to piston our hips upward. Daisy’s fingers turn into claws digging into the flesh of my chest and I grunt at the feeling of his cock against mine burrowing deep into her pussy.

  It’s fucking amazing and I think he’s enjoying it almost as much as I am.

  I watch as her perky little tits begin to bounce viciously the harder we fuck her. I watch as her face begins to turn red with the effort of trying not to tell us to stop.

  “Faster,” I tell Sid.

  I dig my fingers into her hips and fuck her harder as he does the same. She’s going to have one loose fucking hole by the time we’re done with her, but it’s nothing that will be of consequence.

  I grit my teeth and inhale sharply as Daisy begins to fuck us back.

  For each thrust up into her cunt, she pushes down and it’s a beautiful melody that I can only hope to experience again one day.

  “More,” she manages to groan out.

  I chuckle slightly as I lean back on the bed, still fucking her with her piece of shit boyfriend, and ready for the charade to come to an end.

  Reaching under my pillow, my fingers graze the handle of the paring knife I keep under there. Mostly it’s for when I spend time alone here in this dangerous neighborhood, but it’s also my favorite toy to play with.

  Daisy’s moans are becoming louder.

  I can feel the flesh of her walls starting to tear and I know she’s in more pain than she’s willing to admit. She’s been conditioned to be used and she’s adjusted.

  Pity.

  Sid is starting to grunt again, and I’ve already learned that’s his signal.

  Daisy arches her back toward him and I can hear his sloppy kisses on her back as she continues to bounce on our cocks, and that’s when I pull the blade out. With a grunt, I swing it as violently as I can, embedding it in her throat and pushing her body off us.

  “Ow! What the fuck?! Daisy?”

  Sid goes from pain, to rage, to confusion, before the terror sets in.

  I move quickly, using my strength to pin him against the bed as I reach over and pull the blade from her throat. His eyes tell me the one thing that I’ve wanted to see from him the moment I saw him using the dying little whore on the bed next to us.

  He’s afraid.

  He finally knows what it feels like to be honestly afraid for once in his life.

  I lean my face down toward his, tilt my head to the side, then lick his lips one last time as I bring the knife up over my head and slam it into the side of his neck.

  The sounds of them gurgling will die soon, as will they.

  For now, I think I’ll lean back on the bed and finally get myself off to the blood and death sounds that I’ve waited hours to hear. I’ve done my job here and now it’s time for the reward.

  Chapter 15

  “It’s okay, you can touch me if you want,” I tell Jessa.

  She doesn’t move or say anything in response.

  I move her hair to one side, leaving her neck exposed. I dip my head and run my nose from the base of her neck to her hairline.

  “Will you be able to stand if I let go of you?”

  “Yes,” she says quietly.

  I reach under her long t-shirt and place my hand against her stomach lightly. I drag my fingers along her smooth skin until I reach her hip. I rest my other hand on the opposite hip. My heart twinges as I feel her body tense. It reminds me of when Bodhi ran from the alley.

  I squeeze my eyes together tightly, pushing Bodhi, the alley, and the sight of him leaving the diner earlier out of my mind. For the first time in almost two weeks, I don’t want to think about him.

  One of my hands traces a path up the side of her rib cage until I reach her breast. I grip it in my hand and massage it gently, taking her nipple in between two of my fingers and pinching it. My other hand glides over her hip bone and inward toward her pussy. The nail of my index finger and my ring finger scrape against her lips as my middle finger slides through her slit.

  “Mmmm…” I sigh, gathering what little moisture she has there and sliding my finger up to her clit. I press down on it as I squeeze her nipple repeatedly.
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br />   Circle, circle, pinch. Circle, circle, pinch.

  I can feel her body twitch and, even though she is trying to hide it from me, I know that it feels good.

  “Let yourself go, Jessa. I know this feels good to you. You can’t play piano right now, so instead I’m going to make you sing.”

  I place my lips to her ear and whisper, “I want to hear your pleasure.”

  I grab her earlobe in between my teeth and nibble on it, adding it to the rhythm of circling her clit and pinching her nipple.

  I can almost hear her inner turmoil; I know she wants this.

  “Don’t feel ashamed. It’s okay if you enjoy it.”

  I can feel a small fraction of her body relax.

  “That’s it,” I encourage her.

  I dip my fingers back into her slit again and I can feel more moisture building. I push past her opening and my fingers dive inside of her.

  I can hear her moan very lightly.

  “That’s a good girl. More now. I need to hear so much more.”

  I speed my motion up a bit, pushing a little harder than before. I can hear her inhale at the change of pace and I can feel her moisture begin to drip slightly.

  “You’re getting wetter for me, Jessa. Tell me how good this feels. I need to hear you.”

  She closes her eyes and I know she doesn’t want to admit it out loud. I speed up more and her eyes fly open. I can hear the noise her juices make as my fingers swim through them.

  “I can make it feel better for you, all you have to do is tell me.”

  “Please don’t make me do this,” she whispers, pleading with me.

  “Jessa, I can make you do anything I want. I know you want to tell me that it feels good. That this feels good.”

  I speed up some more and pinch her nipple a little harder at the word “this”.

  “Oh, God!” she says.

  “That’s a start, but that’s not what I want to hear. Say it!”