by T. L Smith
“Dinner? Is that what people do?”
“Liam, yes… that’s what normal people do. But I guess we’re anything but normal, right?”
“You want normal, Rose?”
“I don’t, Liam Black.”
He grabs my hand, I feel the warmth in it and follow as he leads me up the hill. He comes to a stop at the top, he doesn’t let go of my hand, he squeezes it tighter.
“I think I love him, is that what’s meant to happen?” His question surprises me. Shocks me. “Liam,” he confirms.
“Yes, that’s what is meant to happen. It’s crazy, a love for a kid. It’s different to a love you would share with a partner.”
“It is,” he says turning to me. “Can we put each other back together?”
“I think that’s possible.”
His hand slips into mine and he holds it tightly. “I started working for Sax.” His admission surprises me and makes me happy.
“Can you handle that?”
“Can I handle not doing what I am good at? What I have done for most of my life? I can.” His hand circles around my waist, I cling to him while he looks me in the eyes and smiles as we fall backward. It doesn’t scare me this time, it feels oddly good. We both come up for air once we hit, both still completely dressed, me wrapping myself into him. My head lying on his shoulder as he floats us.
“We can try… we can work.”
“We can,” I say then kiss his lips. They’re soft, he’s being soft. He’s being gentle, so unlike him. I grab his beard, pull on it, and then bite his lip. He smirks against my lips and pulls me to him, then kisses me the way he’s meant to kiss me.
Passion, lust, love, possession. All of what Liam Black is.
She stopped by on her way home from work yesterday, and when we parted, she asked me to come by tomorrow. I couldn’t say no, didn’t say no. When she stopped by she left a present, quickly kissed me, then laughed as she left. When I opened the box, I threw it over my couch and hoped it would catch fire. In the box it had a note, saying ‘Wear me.’ Like fuck I was wearing that.
A pink fucking shirt.
Seriously, pink! Not blue, fucking pink!
She can’t seriously expect me to wear that, can she? I go over to it and pick it up with two fingers because it’s a joke, right? It has to be. I wear black, white, and black. Nothing more. I’m meant to be there soon and I’m dressed in black. What she saw me in, not this thing—this pink thing.
I pace the house, eyeing that shirt, contemplating the sacrifice I will have to make to wear it. Because it would be a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the male race. It’s disgusting, awful.
Her laugh is ringing in my ears. She stands tall to look at me, then snaps a photo, then doubles back over in laughter. I stand there, not very happy, in a pink fucking shirt. Pink.
“Rose,” I say, she wipes away her tears of laughter. Then stands tall again, she eyes me and doubles back over. The anger is wearing off, because of the way she’s reacting, both the smile and the laugh. I forget, for a minute, that I have this hideous thing on. Then I rip it off, throwing it to the ground behind her.
“Never again,” I say. She stops and stands, licks her lips and her eyes roam my chest.
“I didn’t expect you to wear it,” she says talking to my chest. She reaches out and touches my nipple and the piercing. “But it’s nice to know the things you will do for me.” She steps closer and licks my nipple.
“You brought me a pink shirt for me to not wear it?” She isn’t even listening to me, her mouth and eyes are on my chest. I push her chest back and step into the house, looking around. It’s just us, no one is home.
I throw her over my shoulder, she squeals loudly. I walk to the bathroom, grabbing things on my way. She asks me what I’m doing, but I don’t answer. Her shower is old but sturdy. I stand her in front of it, it has a railing up above for the shower curtain. So I grab her wrists one at a time and tie them up, she smiles and tries to bite my chest each time I get too close. When her hands are tied up, I wrap a scarf around her eyes. She moans in disappointment as her eyes are covered.
I then strip her, it’s easy. She hasn’t worn anything under this dress, it falls to the floor lifelessly and she kicks it away then she tries to wiggle closer. I stand back, removing all my clothing and watch her squirm.
“Liam,” she moans in want this time. I place a kiss just behind her ear, she drops her head to the side, exposing it for me, and then I lick all the way down past her breast to her stomach. Her breasts arch as I come back up and glide over one of them. I run my hand over her ass while tasting her with my tongue. Then I slap her, and she cries out in pleasure and starts panting. Her legs open willingly and I dip just down far enough to touch her clit.
“Fucking lick it,” she says.
Dirty. She gets feisty when she’s near me. I like it.
“Beg me,” she pushes further, my breath now on her while she starts to create her own friction until I pull back.
“I’m not begging, I am not a tramp, just do it now then fuck me.”
“Yes ma’am,” I say smiling as I let my tongue glide over her. She starts to bite her lip, arching her chest, she wants to touch her tits, but she can’t because her hands are tied up. She always has to touch, that’s her punishment for the pink shirt.
She positions one leg on my shoulder, and creates her own rhythm, her body is easy to read, she wants attention on her clit, then she wants it further down, then back to her clit, it’s a game of cat and mouse I’m happy to play.
She moans like she’s eating chocolate, the best piece of chocolate the world has created when she comes. I don’t let her fully come down from her high as I pick her legs up and slam into her fast. Her head hangs backward, she doesn’t pick it up as I fuck her, but she bounces on me using her legs as support making us go harder and then come even harder.
I stay for a few seconds after, catching my breath. Then I pull out from her, walking out. I hear her call my name, I don’t answer it.
When I step back, her legs are closed and rubbing together. I sit and watch, mesmerized by her.
“I know you’re there, let me down,” she says, looking in my direction. I turn the shower on behind her, then cover her nipples with chocolate syrup. Her nipples are her weakness, even with everything that’s happened, she always wants them touched, licked, bitten. So I coat them, then I lick them clean, then bite them. Her moans are what I was expecting, she’s sore, tired, but now fully aroused again.
I pull the blindfold off and her eyes are closed, I don’t even think she realizes she can open them. Then when she does, her eyes are glassy, full of emotions, and she looks at me like I just brought her back from hell and I’m the fucking angel.
What a fucked up world we live in for her to look at me like that.
And that’s the sole reason I fuck her again, to be the angel to her devil, the hell to her heaven.
We wake with hands and feet covering us. Two kids in the bed, and a mother looking down at us. Hard on disappearing at that very moment.
She smiles at me and walks over to Rose, who’s fast asleep. She leans down and kisses her cheek then goes to step out, stopping at the door. “You will be right with them?” she asks. I look to them, Liam and Isabelle, snuggled in between both of us watching me, then nod my head. She walks out and I check under the covers to see if I have pants on, I don’t.
“Isabelle, take your brother to the kitchen.” She hops up and grabs his hand, he follows her out and I stand and pull my pants on, following them out.
When I get there, they’re opening and closing the food cupboard.
“There’s nothing to eat.” I walk to the cupboard and open it, it’s full of food, literally full of food.
“Are you kids’ blind?” I ask them seriously and they laugh at me.
“Take us to McDonalds?” Liam says pulling on my pants.
“The house is full of food.”
“Can you cook?” Isabelle asks, so I nod my
head. “I want pancakes,” she says, Liam starts shouting for pancakes.
I end up making them pancakes and they eat them all. Liam asking me one hundred questions of why I’m there, and if I’m staying. I tell them to eat, they don’t listen and ask questions anyway.
Liam ends up going to the toilet after he eats five pancakes, Lord knows where he puts it.
“Mom, I want a chocolate party like you did.” I look to the open bathroom and see Liam standing there staring at the chocolate coated bathroom, then I hear Rose wake up.
“Shit,” and then I laugh.
The sound is so unusual, so unlike what I’ve heard before. I walk straight into the bathroom to find Liam holding little Liam up under the arms, he’s laughing so hard that he looks as if he is about to drop him. Little Liam is covered in chocolate, chocolate that’s covering the floor, and the open bottle is in my child’s hand, is covering him.
Liam hasn’t even noticed I’m standing there, he can’t stop laughing, or stop looking at little Liam.
“The things that does to me,” I say.
He swings his head to me, in complete understanding of what I’m saying. “It was the pink shirt wasn’t it?” he asks making me laugh.
Little Liam turns his head to him. “Ewww, you wear pink?” He spits, and the chocolate that was in his mouth goes down Liam’s leg.
“Kid, no pink, ever. Do you understand me?”
“Black,” he says nodding.
I shake my head, they don’t even know each other, yet so much alike it scares me.
Liam went to work, Sax called him and said it was urgent. I asked him if he needed the gun that’s now locked in my safe. He kissed me and told me no, then proceeded to tell me his sniper rifle is locked in a case in his car. My eyes bulged, he shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing.
He didn’t tell me much about what he’s doing for Sax, but the slight smile on his face when he answered, told me it was something he would enjoy.
It’s not long until he calls me and tells me I need to go see him. His voice is serious and it scares me. He tells me to come to Sax’s work. I’ve never been there before, I don’t even know where it is. When he sends me the address, it doesn’t take me long before I arrive. When I enter, standing next to him is Sax. Both their faces grave hushed in talk.
They stop talking when I walk to them, both of them straightening their stance. It has me on guard and worried straight away.
“Why am I here?” I ask looking around, it’s an industrial area. Steel sheds are surrounding each other, one is open, and it’s full of surveillance footage.
“Something’s happened,” Sax says. Liam hasn’t spoken, he looks lost in thought.
“Liam, what’s happened?”
He looks up at me, his eyes boring into mine. “Jake,” he simply says, looking away.
“What about Jake, Liam, tell me what’s happened?”
“You don’t want me to be that person, do you?” He changes the subject, my mind is confused, I shake my head not understanding what he’s talking about.
“What person, Liam?”
“The blackness, you don’t want me to submit again to it, do you?”
“No, but why are you asking?”
“Because I’m going to have to submit. I’m going to have to, and I’m afraid I would lose you.” I look to Sax, who’s staying quiet.
“Sax, what’s he talking about?”
He nods his head toward the doors of the shed, I follow him in there, leaving Liam standing where he is. Not moving. “I’m sorry,” he says, looking at me before he hits play. That’s when I see him, that’s when I scream.
Jake is on the floor, a ball is in his mouth, duct-tape holding it in. His hands are cable tied above his head, someone stands there, smiling. I hear his scream, it’s muffled behind the ball. The man smiles, then with pliers, he tears his nails off his nail beds. One at a time, not being slow about it—rip, rip. Jake is naked, cuts cover his body, blood soaks the floor. Robbie smiles at the camera while blowing a kiss. Now I wish I said he could kill him, now I wish I killed him.
I walk to Liam, he hasn’t moved. I grab his bearded face, pull his lips to mine, then kiss him hard. It takes him a moment to respond, and he doesn’t disappoint when he does. He loves me, he loves me with a fire so deep that only he can express it, that only I can feel it. He loves me as if I was the first and last person put on this earth and that I was made just for him, created just for him. He loves me like the moon in the night and the stars in the sky. He loves me.
It’s a scary kind of love, it’s his kind of love. It’s a love that I wouldn’t, couldn’t change for the world. Liam Black’s love is scary, crazy, but ultimately consuming.
We break the kiss at the same time, he drops his head back down to mine.
“Let it consume you,” I tell him.
“You get me?” He smiles.
“I get you, baby, I fucking get you,” I tell him.
He picks me up carrying me to the car, away from Sax. “Go to Casey’s, take the kids and stay there.”
I nod my head. “Come back to me, Liam Black,” I say to him.
“Always, Rose Miller.”
He has issued himself a death wish, a death wish once I have him. One that Jake will be inflicting on him, and solely him. And the blackness won’t take hold, I’ll let it fly. Then I will own her. She will be mine, to death even with a pink shirt.
He thinks he can hurt me, he thinks he can destroy me. I should have killed him like I had planned. I should have tortured him longer like I’d planned. Now this, fuck love and fuck everything it involves. Death is the carrier of all, and his death will be delivered by my own hands.
“He will be coming for you,” Robbie says, my hands are pulsing, my blood is rushing to my fingertips. I will kill him, I will deliver him to the hell he once visited. “Then he will die right along with you.” He laughs while watching me waiting for a reaction. He realizes I can’t speak, then removes the duct-tape and I spit the ball from my mouth, then laugh at him.
“Black will destroy you, and you won’t even see it coming.” I laugh, it’s the first real emotion running through me. He slams the tape back across my mouth, then switches on all the lights outside and turns on all the cameras.
That’s when I see him, in the darkness. Stalking his way to the front door, a gun in each hand. He’s come, and it’s not for me. It’s for the man trying to load his guns…
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