The Dark Knight [Part One]

by L. F. Piper

  “You heard, didn't you?” Oh boy, I did more than hear.

  “Kaydee, I felt like I was in there with you.” Oh, fuck. “Ellis nearly forced you through the wall a couple of times. I think it's safe to say that the whole street heard you screaming. I told the cops they could leave at one point, that everything was smashing.” She looks up at me wide eyed and I can’t help bursting into laughter at her face.

  “You… Please, tell me… Crap, Emilia,” she gulps a few times while wringing her slender fingers, turning them a ghostly white.

  Okay, so I kind of feel a little bit guilty for freaking her out this bad. “I’m only messing, Kaydee. Well, only about the cops coming,” I wink, and she starts breathing again. “But there was a lot of smashing, crashing and moaning. I’m also pretty confident you did nearly land in bed with me at least two times,” I hold my hand up, making the peace sign with my fingers. I've never spoken to her like this before, but I feel like we've bonded now. I’ve more than bonded with her. I heard her moaning and groaning – saw more than I bargained for too – and she certainly heard my screams.

  “Jeez, Emilia. I honestly thought I was going to be in so much trouble. That was super mean! For the record, you're not exactly quiet either. Fuck, Caleb!” She whines, pretending to be me, I assume. It sounded nothing like me, but I'm literally speechless. Kaydee swore at me and gave me sass. I feel weirdly proud of her, she didn't even blush whilst laying my shit at my feet. She smiles at me as I pour fresh coffee into two mugs and we sit together at the breakfast bar, sipping our steaming goodness in silence.

  Ten minutes later and my ass is completely numb. “Want to go sit in the lounge?” Kaydee nods and we waddle through. If it wasn’t before, it's one-hundred percent clear to me now that both of our vaginas took a beating all night. “Your first time?” I whisper. I don't know if boys are like girls and hide around corners listening when they think someone is talking about them. She nods. “Well? Don't leave me hanging,” I nudge her until she spills.

  “It hurt. Real bad, Emilia. I always imagined my first time to be like a fairy tale. My Prince Charming taking me to dinner, the bed covered in rose petals. God I'm so naive. Ellis was so rough and mean. He pushed and pulled me around all night I think I might have some bald patches. I went to the bathroom first thing this morning; there was a lot of blood. Crap! I hope Caleb doesn't kill me for ruining his bedsheets. I'm covered head to toe in bruises as well,” she lifts the hem of Ellis' shirt and I can see deep purple patterns that look distinctly like fingers spanning her hip. “I hope to God my mom doesn't see any of them. She'll have me in bubble wrap for the rest of my life!” She pauses, shaking her head before her eyes nearly fall from their sockets and jumps right back in. “Shit, Emilia. His... Thing!” She points downstairs.

  “Penis?” I offer, arching my eyebrow at her and she nods frantically.

  “It was like something out of Jurassic Park!” She hisses. I can't help it, I'm laughing so hard that tears are streaming down my cheeks. She giggles and once I've calmed down, we start to compare notes. We use our hands to describe to the other how big the boys are. We conclude that Caleb is longer, but Ellis is thicker, and he doesn't have a piercing like Caleb does. You’d think I would already know all about Ellis’ penis, but I was far too rapt with Kaydee’s body parts than his.

  Kaydee told me she hadn't experienced anything other than a kiss before and she told Ellis the same thing. He went to town on the poor girl by making her come every which way. He showed her how to touch him and talked her through how to suck him off. As much as I don't care to hear every single one of the details, I'm just amazed that Kaydee hasn't blushed once while reliving her evening.

  ***

  I'm sat on a cushion I put on the windowsill, cupping my second cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette when the boys enter the living room. We stopped talking about them about twenty minutes ago and since, the conversation has been focused on clothes.

  “Miss Clancy pretty much told me that I have to be in the fashion show next month at school. She just needs someone that can fit into all the clothes.” I would totally do that. I love clothes and fashion, but I think Miss Clancy would have a nightmare of a time trying to fit me into the outfits she already has. “I can't do it, standing in front of all those people. I'll fall over for sure and have to move to Canada from the embarrassment.” I laugh at Kaydee and her dramatic ways. She wouldn't stand a chance in front of a crowd.

  “The fuck did you just say?” I thought Ellis would be nice and chirpy this morning after all the activities he took part in last night. Kaydee looks petrified and she's pulling a fish face. Her mouth keeps opening and closing, but nothing is coming out. “Like hell you're parading around in front of everyone at school. I'll find some skank to take your place. Don't worry about Miss Clancy.” Ellis grabbed Kaydee's chin mid-way through his rant. He looks mad as fuck and Kaydee looks like she might pass out at any second. The caveman is back in the building. He’s the last person I want Kaydee to fall for, but it's not like it’s any of my business. He drags her back towards the bedroom and that's probably the last I'll see of her for a good few hours.

  I take the smoke Caleb lights for me and start to puff on it. The burn in my lungs feels so good, almost as good as Caleb's hand feels rubbing my naked pussy lips. Now is my chance. I should tell him to keep his hands off me, to stay away from me and never touch me again. Just as he slips his middle finger inside my wet walls, I lose my train of thought. I could always just imagine he’s someone else.

  “You're always so fucking wet for me, Emilia. You like me inside you?” Fat chance of pretending he is someone else. Only Caleb Knight could make those words sound all dark and sexy, instead of creepy and disgusting. I moan, and he removes his hands from my body all together. My eyes fly open, but before I can say anything, I'm being pushed to my knees. “Suck me, Doll.” Ever the gentleman. Jerk. The only thing Caleb is wearing is his boxers, so I pull them down with me on my way to my knees. His cock springs free and my mouth instantly waters. It's the stupidest thing, but when Kaydee was telling me that she'd had Ellis in her mouth, I was jealous that I hadn't yet had Caleb in mine. I'm aware I’m a walking contradiction. I grasp his length in my hand and pump a few times, warming both of us up, before sliding him as far as I can into my mouth. There's no way I'll get all of him in, but I personally think I've done quite well to get this far.

  Caleb feels like expensive silk against my tongue, but he's as hard as a rock. I move my head forwards and backwards, while swirling my pierced tongue around his tip and using my teeth lightly when I pull back. His deep moans sound so sexy, it's making me dripping wet. He tastes musky and that's when I realise that he hasn't showered since fucking me last night. The fact that I could be tasting a part of myself on him doesn't faze me at all, so I keep going, gagging when his tip hits the back of my throat and jolts.

  “Fuck yeah, Emilia. Suck it harder... Oh yeah, just like that, Doll.” I'm really getting into it, when suddenly, Caleb groans out and it feels like he's taking a piss in my mouth. I realise that he's coming. A little heads up would've been fucking nice, dick. I swallow everything I can, but some of the white creaminess falls past my lips and dribbles down my chin. “That looks so fucking hot.” Apparently, girls that dribble are hot. Who'd have known? Caleb sweeps me up, takes a few steps and shoves me so I’m perched on the edge of the breakfast bar. Before I know it, he's ramming into me and I'm screaming for more. This feels different. Maybe I'm used to sex now? I don't know, but I want Caleb to go even harder, deeper.

  “More, Caleb. More!” His thrusting becomes frantic and I feel like a ticking time bomb, about to explode at any second.

  “Touch yourself. Rub your clit for me.” Now, I've only done this a few times, alone in my bedroom and never before in front of someone. Until last night. I start to feel shy and I don't release my hands from the tight grip I have on Caleb's hair. Last night was a completely different vibe, and mostly dark. “I need both my hands to
hold you, otherwise you'll slide off the bar. Do it now, Emilia” Jeez. Alright, Mr Angry-Pants.

  I drop my right hand and find my clit with my pointer finger. It's swollen and super sensitive. “That's it, baby. Rub it in nice, slow circles.” Caleb has slowed his thrusting down so it’s more like a steady crawl, but he’s still hitting deep inside me. I notice he’s virtually stopped to watch me touch myself, so I go all out and make a show of it now I’ve finally found my guts. It feels too good to ignore the opportunity.

  “Like this?” I whisper. Go big or go home, I guess. I lean my body away from his and with my spare hand, untangle it from his messy sex hair and pull his sweater up my body, exposing my chest for him. He sucks in a deep breath through his teeth and I throw my hair over my shoulders. I have no idea what comes over me when I grab his chin between my fingers. I don't have a strong grasp on him and he could break away easily, but he doesn't. His eyes are so dark, they look black when they lock onto mine. I force his head to lean forward and hold him still, so he has a clear view of his dick sliding in and out of my pussy, and my fingers frantically strumming my clit.

  “Faster. You need to come. Now,” he growls, and I do as he says. My body is burning up and my legs, currently wrapped around his waist, are shaking like crazy. I make myself come and Caleb quickly pulls out of me, making me wince, and bathes my chest with his release. “Fuck me,” he mumbles, just staring at the mess he’s made, breathing deeply. I turn my head, my hair making a curtain to hide my smiling face. That was so fucking good, and I think he thinks so too.

  ***

  Kaydee and Ellis finally emerge from the bedroom they spent the last two hours mating in. It's now twelve and Caleb has just informed us that we need to hurry up and get ready because he is finally taking us home.

  I'm standing in Caleb's bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body and another wrapped around my wet hair. I've been stood here for about ten minutes trying to decide what to do. I can't put any of his clothes on, not that he would let me leave wearing them anyway. The problem is my mum is far from an idiot. If I rock up wearing guy clothes, she'll know I didn't spend the night at Kaydee's house. Caleb ripped my thong straight from my body last night and I really don’t want my jeans rubbing against my already raw bits.

  Fuck sake.

  I put my bra and top on first and then start rummaging through Caleb's drawers until I find some boxers. I pull up the too big Calvin Klein's, knot them at the side and then squeeze into my black skinny jeans. He won't know I'm wearing his underwear and he'll think I'm in tonnes of pain with my jeans chaffing. Emilia: one, Caleb: nil. I pin my now damp hair into a messy bun on top of my head and exit the bedroom.

  ***

  “We'll be on this street corner at two-thirty. Make sure you're here. Don't make me have to come get you, Doll.”

  “What are you talking about?” I have homework that I need to do, and I haven't seen my dad all week. I'm not coming back out.

  “Caleb is having a party tonight and you two will be there. Kaydee, what do you think your mom will say if I bang on your door looking for you later?” Ellis asks in a harsh tone. I know full well that Kaydee's mum will ground her, like mine would, for a fucking decade. “That's what I thought, baby. You've already wasted ten minutes sat here. Move.” Ellis continues when neither me nor Kaydee reply.

  “God, you're a twat,” I say under my breath as I'm half way out of the car, but I realise I didn’t say it quietly enough when I catch Caleb glaring at me.

  Once we're out of the car and Caleb's tires have screamed down the normally peaceful street, Kaydee and I take a slow stroll towards my house. She looks even worse now than she did this morning, before Ellis took her for rounds ten, eleven and twelve.

  “What do you think we should do? Just hide out at home or sneak out before they get back?” I ask her. I don't think she particularly wants to go back to Caleb's and I certainly don't.

  “I can't risk Ellis going to my house, Emilia. My mom will murder me. Why do you think I'm the way I am? She's smothered me my whole life. I’ll be locked in the basement if she finds about Ellis and that can never happen.” So, she does want to go?

  “You like him, don't you?” I ask gently. I can imagine she is scared shitless of him because the way he and Caleb used to treat her.

  “What if he is just playing me, Em? What if this is just another game to hurt and embarrass me at school? I'm going to have to move to another state if it is.” I laugh lightly, and she smiles but it's strained.

  “How about we go with them today and do what they say tonight, just wait to see what happens at school on Monday? If it is a game, like you say, I'll move with you.” She passes me her pinky finger and we promise.

  Damn, I'm really going to miss my family when we move.

  ***

  Kaydee got straight in her car and drove home after we decided to tell our parents we were getting ready and spending the day shopping, before staying at each other's houses again. My mum didn't question it, but Kaydee text me saying her mum took a little more work to agree, but eventually did. Apparently, she wants to meet me and that makes me think. It's a good job my mum didn't ask me anything about Kaydee's family or home because I've never actually been there. We are going to get into so much trouble over this.

  Before I get ready, I grab the left-over pizza from last night. I take it into the garden and sit at the patio table before digging in. I haven't had anything to eat since lunchtime at school yesterday and I'm starving. I'm quite lucky because I don't ever seem to gain any weight and I eat all the wrong things in giant portions. I take that last statement back; everything I eat goes straight to my chest and ass.

  But carbs.

  Dylan is playing on his trampoline with a kid I recognise from down the street. He smiles and waves at me when he notices me. “Emilia! Want to play?” I laugh quietly and call over to tell him I can't because I have plans, but I'll be around tomorrow. That seems to satisfy him, and he goes back to ignoring me again. I wash my pizza down with a can of diet coke and have a quick smoke. Mum doesn't like me smoking around Dylan, but he's nowhere near me and the breeze is blowing away from him. He probably can't even smell it from the other side of the garden. I stub it out, put my plate by the sink and go upstairs. I stop by my dad's office and catch up with him few a few minutes. I've hardly seen him this week and that sucks. He’s been busy too, so I don’t feel overly guilty about not being around.

  I've showered, shaved and moisturised, now I'm debating on what I should wear. A couple of texts with Kaydee and we both decide to pack an outfit for tonight and wear something as casual as possible for now to save any unwanted attention from our parents.

  It's lovely outside so I put some frayed Daisy Dukes on – not quite as short as the stripper kind – with a black belt, an off the shoulder black tank and match it with black Vans. I pack an overnight bag with some clean clothes for tomorrow, makeup, toiletries and a little black dress with some killer black heels for the party. I’m in mourning of my old life today. I still want to look cute, though. I’m not actually dead!

  By the time I've done my makeup and brushed my hair, it's two-ten and Kaydee should be here soon. Ten minutes later and she walks into my bedroom. She's wearing a thigh length pale pink playsuit with matching ballet flats on her feet. It looks innocent enough, but I know that’s not the case anymore. She doesn't have an overnight bag, though. “Where is your stuff?” I whisper.

  “Well I couldn't just walk into your house with my bag when you're supposed to be staying at mine,” she whispers back. She has a point, but I raise my eyebrow at her and she goes on. “I hid it behind your mom's car before I got to the front door.” I nod, slip my own bag on my shoulder then grab my phone and purse.

  “Ready?” Kaydee takes a deep breath and nods. Let's do this.

  ***

  When we get the corner, Caleb's car is already idling by the pavement. “You need to go home and get changed. Right now.” He jumps out of his car when
he sees me.

  I frown. “Why? It's nice out and I'm hot.” He grumbles, 'that you are,' under his breath, but I choose to ignore him.

  “People are staring at you, Emilia. Your whole ass is hanging out the bottom.” His arms are waving around my body, indicating all the parts of my outfit he disagrees with. All of it, apparently. He has a vein popping out of his neck and his jaw is locked tight. “Did your dad okay this outfit?” Is he for real?

  “Fuck you, Caleb. My dad bought me this outfit,” I shout at him, my hands planted firmly on my hips and chest forced out slightly. I watch as his eyes stare at my tits for longer than is socially acceptable, so I cross my arms over them and huff. “Are we going or what?” I raise a perfectly arched brow at him. He growls, gets into his car and slams the door so hard, the windows shake. Ellis doesn't say anything to Kaydee, although his eye is twitching. He continues to eye fuck her from the passenger seat, licking his lips every so often. To my surprise, she doesn't blush at all.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Emilia

  I don't want to be dismembered all because he can’t control himself

  We've been driving for about thirty minutes, cool air from the rolled down windows caressing the skin of my face. Heavy rock music has been blaring from the fancy built in speakers since the second we piled into the backseats and squealed away from the kerb. The bass is so heavy, it’s vibrating through the back seats, flowing all around my blood stream. I quickly grab my phone from the bag at my feet to search the lyrics I’ve picked up on to find the name of the track. My bag has been squashed against my ankle the whole time because it’s so cramped back here – damn these guys and their long bodies. A few taps and some scrolls and eventually I have found it, Knuckle Puck – Want Me Around. I feel like it’s given me a little glimpse of the Dark Knight, who not so subtly, keeps sending his glaring gaze at me through the interior mirror; I’m not entirely sure why.