He casually leans back on the counter and waves for me to continue. “Do as you wish, Shara. I have always loved a real to life porn masturbation segment.” Him bringing up other women pisses me off, but makes me that much more determined to remind him of what I can do, that they can’t. He’s shared with me before how boring those women were in the sack, that I’ve always livened up; not portraying a dead fish laying there until he gets his rocks off. I’m a very active participant in the bedroom. When I have someone worth it, I give it my all; and DP, he’s more than earned my attention.
Pyro
I act as if what she’s doing doesn’t affect me in the slightest; that’s a far stretch from the truth, however. Her body calls to mine, my dick stiffens in my boxer briefs as I watch her work her clit. My eyes stay zoned in on her fingers, and I hold back a gasp of intrigue, when she inserts two digits inside of her. Her head lolls back, her breathing picks up in pace and she moans out my name. Not my road name, Pyro. Not the moniker she’s bestowed upon me, DP. But the name my parents gave me when I was born, Asher. No one calls me that, I almost forget that's my name. If it didn’t stare back at me on my driver’s license, I’d forget that man ever existed.
“Asher, I need to come,” she whimpers out. My woman can’t get there by her fingers alone. But I decide after today’s debacle, I’ll let her suffer those consequences.
“Better figure it out, Shara. My dick isn’t entering you until you come at least once,” I inform her as I bring my cock from my confinement and begin to stroke it up and down. I keep pace with her pumping fingers, imagining that was me buried deep into her heated sheath. My shaft burns with need, the tip is bearing a bead of seed from the enjoyment of her actions. Anticipating that he’ll be shooting his load inside of her soon.
“Please,” she begs further, her words are close to my undoing. But I stand strong, refusing to give in to her. She wanted to be a mouthy minx this morning, she can deal with my standoffish attitude. Her ass lifts from the granite countertop as she tries to find a deeper spot to ensure her release. My woman wants me, and she’ll do whatever it takes to have me.
“You better come fast, Shara. Otherwise, my load will be plastered all over the kitchen floor and you’ll miss out on my fucking you.”
“Fuck,” she cries out, laying back and using her other hand to pluck at her nipple. Her inserted fingers pump faster, her nipple tug becomes harsher. She’s working hard to get herself there. Instinctively, I want to rush over and aid my woman, but my word is law; when I say something, I keep it. A man is only as good as his word, and I never break mine. “Damn, I can’t.” Her eyes look over at me, they leave my face and travel down my abs, landing at where my hand is stroking my hard dick. Her eyes cross, and I know she’s close. She’s always had the ability to come from nipple play and watching me masturbate. She’s so in tune with my body that it freaks me the fuck out sometimes. “Yes!” she hollers out as I watch her come squirt out of her pussy opening. It’s leaking down her legs, ensuring my easy entry into her. Her natural lubrication is better than any sexual enhancement lotions I’ve had to use in the past.
Sliding my boxers all the way off, I trudge my way to where her legs are open, displaying the pinkest pussy I’ve ever seen. Usually I’d take my time feasting on her, enjoying the taste of her on my tongue. But today, all I want to do is dominate her, punish her, fuck her pussy raw. I’ll show her who she belongs to… and it sure is fuck ain’t no motherfucker who goes by the name Kajo. “Pull your knees up to your ears, Shara.” She reaches down, places her hands behind her knees and opens herself up further when her knees are up near her head. “You say one fucking word while I’m fucking you, and I’ll stop.” I don’t know why, but I’m worried she’ll call out another man’s name. If that was to happen, I’d have to maim and torture the woman I’ve grown to fiercely love.
“Asher,” she begins.
I slap her pussy and give her a look to let her know her mouth won’t be tolerated. “Not a fucking word, Shara!” She gives me a wide-eyed look that turns from annoyed to hooded. She wants to play, I’m game. I lift my hand and push her legs up further, her backside lifts from the countertop and I slap her ass in five quick successions. A moan escapes her, and my spiked anger resurfaces. “You want to feel pain, Shara? I’ll show you just how painful I can make fucking you. You need a lesson on respect,” I grumble, still pissed off and ready to show her just how hard I can beat her ass. Reaching into the drawer underneath us, I pull out a wooden mixing spoon. The need to punish her comes closer to the surface, and I’m unable to hold back any longer. “Five swats for every time you said that motherfucker's name in your sleep,” I proclaim to her. “In case you don’t know how many times that was, it was six.” The words come out in a seething tone. I’m livid at the remembrance of his name being called out. It should only ever be my name that she hollers out, in sleep and with her eyes wide-open.
“I don’t even know who he is, or why I called out his name.” Her defenses are no excuse. She could’ve been dreaming she was a nun calling out for the pope and I’d still redden her ass.
“Shut the fuck up,” I issue, pulling the wooden spoon back and spanking one cheek and then the other. I go back and forth until both of them are a nice shade of red. Welts are forming, blood has been drawn, and I've never seen such a pretty sight in my life. I’ve lost count, but keep going. She switches between a moan of pleasure, to a hiss of pain. My dick is weeping in protest, so I drop the spoon to the floor, it lands between my splayed feet. Roughly, without warning, I shove my cock balls deep into her pussy’s passage. She shrieks, but I don’t let it deter me from claiming what is mine. After today, no other man’s name will cross her mind, let alone leave her lips. I’m determined to remind her who this pussy belongs to. I slam home, only to pull out enough to where my cock’s head is still remaining; then piston my hips, pushing inside of her so thoroughly, that her body slides up on the counter. Her tits are bouncing with my exuberance, she’s mewling as I keep my punishing pace. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on not blowing my load quickly. My ownership of her body, heart and soul has not been declared in my mind. I could fuck her all day and still never have my fill. My hand reaches up, my fingers tangle in her hair, and I pull her face to mine. “This is the face of the man who fucking owns you. Memorize it, know it well, it’s the only one you’ll ever see of a man who is buried deep in you. I own you; I own your pussy, you are my property. Say it!”
She hesitates at first, not sure if she should actually answer or not. I did tell her not to speak, but I need to hear these words from her. “Yours, your property,” she readily agrees.
“Damn straight you are. Now come all over my cock, mark me as yours, I sure the fuck will be.” My grunts are stronger, my movements are vicious as I take us to heighten pleasures. “Nobody fucks you like I do. No one will ever love you or be as devoted to you as I am.” As the last word leaves my mouth, she clamps down on me, drawing out my cum. I roar as my release controls me. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and my woman has a look of gratification plastered on her face. “Never forget,” I state, grabbing her chin in my fingers, “who you belong to.”
“I’ll never forget, you’re embedded in my soul,” she pants out, still coming down from her explosive orgasm.
3
Shara
I’m still reeling in oblivion as Asher leaves my body and heads over to fill our mugs. His essence is dripping from me, but I have no desire to clean him from my skin. Some would view me as a sick individual, I classify myself as someone who has a kinky fetish. I enjoy receiving and inflicting pain, I have tried to hide that person from the outside world, but with my Dark Prince, I don’t have to. He loves who I am, encourages me to let her out, not pretend to be someone I’m not. I fear what my friends would think if they figured out the depths I go to in order to release the anger residing within me. DP, who figured it out, helped me find an outlet; now he’s mentoring me through proper torture. We only fuck up thos
e who’ve done something so wrong the law can’t touch them. We’re actually hired by outside sources, only Rogue knows who they are. He calls us in, sends us to our warehouse, where we dole out our own brand of justice.
As the day progresses, he claims me whenever and wherever he wants. I’ve been bent over the arm of the couch, bound on the bed by zip ties, and was even tethered to the railing on our front porch. We don’t have close neighbors to catch the act, but we never know if one of the brothers or their old ladies will show. It’s exciting and exhilarating to think about someone witnessing the way he takes me. We’ve fucked in front of prisoners before, so turned on by the upcoming acts, that we can’t seem to hold back on wanting to feel each other before taking a life.
As nighttime falls upon us, I’m physically and emotionally spent. The question that’s been plaguing my mind all day is, who the fuck is this Kajo character and why would I be calling out his name in my sleep? Why would I be asking him to save a woman I’ve never met? None of it makes any sense to me, and since I can’t remember the dream, I try to brush it off… easier said than done. Pyro is right about one thing, if something is bothering me, I easily discard it. Pushing it away until I’m willing to deal with it. Which I hardly ever do. I hate the holes in my memory, but I’ve learned to live with it. Pyro is forever pushing the topic; he wants to know what my mind is hiding from me. If it was something life-altering, I’d prefer to keep it buried deeply. The past is something you should move forward on, not dwell on all of the mistakes and bad things that happen in life. Pyro’s time on this planet isn’t full of fairytales and bright sunshine. He hates the things he remembers… ignorance is bliss as far as I can tell. If I had to live with the thoughts of my family being murdered, I think I’d probably never recover. Hell, I’d probably run, it seems to be my forte. Something gets hard, don’t deal, leave it behind and find a new environment where I can find my happy place. Even if it’s temporary, but I don’t want to run anymore.
My soul has found its mate, and I don’t want to lose that. I finally feel free for the first time in my adult life. I couldn’t leave even if I wanted. Asher, my dark prince, owns a large portion of my heart and soul. Running would only be a temporary solution, because I know without a shadow of a doubt, I will always yearn to be by his side; in this life and beyond.
He’s in our bedroom on an important call, so I amuse myself while I wait. Clicking my way through the channels on the television leads me nowhere, so I grab my e-reader. For fuck’s sake I need the next book in this author’s series and it seems as if it’s taking forever. I don’t have social media. There’s something about it that I never found appealing. So, the only way I have to keep track of this author's releases are through her account on my e-reader. It said in the last book that this next one would be releasing soon. I mean, how fucking long does it take? I need to know what the hell happens with these teens within the MC and their unexpected pregnancy, dammit.
I hear the bedroom door open behind me and turn my head to see my man staring back at me. “Everything okay?”
He proceeds to walk into the kitchen area and grab a bottled water from the refrigerator. Opening it, he takes a swig before replying, “Yup. Come on, Shara. Let’s go to bed and get some actual rest. I think both of our bodies and minds could use it. It’s looking like tomorrow’s gonna be a long night.”
I spring from the sofa all giddy and excited. “Now, that’s what I like to hear,” I let him know as I make my way to him and we walk into our room.
“Not you, though. Just me. Sorry, Rogue’s orders,” he stoically informs me.
I stop in my tracks. “What? Why?”
My eyes follow him as he continues onward and climbs into bed. “Shara, it’s late. Stop with the questions and pouting. Pres’ orders, therefore, not a damn thing I can do to override them.”
Folding my arms across my chest, I can feel my lower lip protrude slightly as I finish making my way to the bed. “All I know is that this better not be the new normal. You can’t give an animal a taste of blood, take it from them without warning, and then expect them not to become unhinged,” I tell him as I crawl underneath the covers and inch my way closer to him until my head is resting on his chest.
He switches off the lamp on the nightstand and begins to comfort me as he strokes my hair. “There, there my little savage. Like I said, there’s no need to have a little tantrum. There are valid reasons and that’s all you need to know. You and your safety are my first priority and always will be.” I can feel the warmth of his breath as he places a kiss on the top of my head. “Just get some rest.”
Pyro
Once I know my woman is fast asleep, my mind begins to wander and replay the lie I just spoke to her. Rogue never said a word about Shara not being able to come with me tomorrow. No, that was all my doing. And honestly I can’t pinpoint the exact reason, but what I do know is that it’s stemming from some weird resentment I’m feeling toward her today. Sure, she swears she doesn’t know who this Kajo fucker is, and a part of me believes her; then there’s the part that has me questioning. I can’t help but feel like somewhere deep down she knows more than she’s telling me. And if I’m right, I can’t let that slide. So, until I know for certain, she’ll sit tomorrow out. Are those moments together something we’ve bonded over? Yes. Do I truly believe that it’s therapeutic for not only myself but her? Absolutely. But I’d rather her feel the slight sting of not being able to participate tomorrow, than the amount of punishment I will dole out if I dare find out she has been lying. In my mind, I’ve justified this and I know myself better than anyone. So, knowing in the back of my mind that I’ve already caused her to suffer a little will benefit her in the long run. If it turns out I was wrong, she’ll never know anyway and nobody was hurt inevitably as we’ll have plenty of other opportunities like this together.
Shara
He believes I’m asleep. I’ve slowed my heart rate down with meditation. It’s a technique I’ve mastered long ago, it’s how I was always able to sneak out of the house. Dad would always bunker down for the night after checking in on me. Only then was I able to escape, and enjoy the mischievous life of a teenager.
My eyes may be closed; but my mind is wide awake. DP is keeping something from me, it pisses me off that he’s taking a dream I have no control over, out on me. But there’s one thing he’s right about, this Kajo guy, whoever he is, has to be someone from my past. The question still remains… who? There are so many unanswered questions from my past that I fear how they will affect my future if I allow myself to remember. I know it’s dark, I can feel it deeply. Every single damn day I fight the demons that place a black mark on my soul. I wish I could talk to Novalee about this, since I obviously can’t with Pyro. He’s already punishing me by pushing me away, how can I trust that if I share these thoughts with him, he won’t give up and leave me for good? It’s a chance I won’t take. My only chance at moving forward is to talk to my dad. He’ll have the answers I seek; I know he does.
Moving to the edge of the bed, my side, I plaster a pillow to my side and use it as my anchor. I need to feel grounded, and using Pyro’s body is out of the question. Instead of seeking him and the warmth of his body out as I have every night that we’ve been together, I stay separated from his side. I know my actions seem childish, that he also doesn’t sleep well unless I’m glued to his side, but this is my way of punishing him for his lies and deception.
It hurts that my Dark Prince is no longer my safety net, that I need distance from him, but my need to protect myself is stronger than seeking him out for comfort. He’s put that distance between us, I’m just obliging by giving him a taste of what he’s dished out.
He doesn’t want to share tomorrow night’s adventure with me, I’ll just have to go find my own. Somewhere I can shed blood and ease the darkness that has to be released. I can’t keep up the charade of good Shara that everyone knows, if I can’t find an outlet for my darkest desires. With that thought in my head, I drift o
ff to sleep.
4
Pyro
I escaped early this morning, before the sun even rose. Shara stayed nestled into her pillow on her side of the bed. I slept like shit; without her sleeping wrapped in my arms, my night was plagued with memories of the past. She’s kept those dreams at bay since we started sleeping in the same bed. She usually blankets me in sleep, so I have a weight to hold me in place. She’s the slayer of all things bad in my life. Which is why I dubbed her with the nickname of my little savage. She’s dynamite in a small package. She has the capability to blow me up, or keep me neatly secured in a tight bundle. Right now, I’m feeling unraveled; it’s something that I haven’t felt in a long damn time. I’m usually in control, I fight hard for it. If I can’t contain the beasts inside of me, everyone pays for the lack of confinement. When I go on a bender of rage, there is no reigning me back in. Which is why Rogue chose me to take over his job when he retired. He trained me, mentored me; now, my anger has a place to let it all out.
None of the fuckers I torture, kill and interrogate are good people. They’re vile and evil, the law can’t touch them. They may be able to evade being punished by other authorities by covering their tracks, but I’m contracted to remove the scum from this earth. Eradicating these individuals, it’s what I live for. The excitement of holding someone’s life in my hands is indescribable. Their fear feeds me, their blood fuels me, ending them enthralls me. The power I hold in my hands fills my body with lustful desires; which is why having Shara with me, joining me in the darkness makes her my perfect match. No one outside of her, holds a candle long enough for my match to strike.
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