by Lana Hartley
Jeremy pulls his shaft free of my ass and I gasp as he shoves his cock deep into my pussy and he comes so hard and so much that I damn near blackout at the intensity. He lets me fall forward, and my hands splash back into the sticky crimson pool that seems to shimmer under the light of the basement lights. I can feel the waves of my orgasm surging through my entire body.
I curl my toes hard, making them tingle as I shiver hard. Jeremy's grip on my neck tightens. It only makes the wave that much more intense as my eyes roll back into my head. My eyelids flutter as my pussy juices squirt out with such pressure that it feels like liquid heat is erupting from my body. I cry out with raw need and passion.
“We’re not done yet,” Jeremy says, and he holds up a finger. “Stay here, I’ll be right back,” he says, turning to go up the stairs. I open and close my eyes a few times and let my heart rate attempt to get back to normal, but it is no use. When I see Jeremy return, he’s not empty handed. He grabs a chair and places me in it like I’m more of an object than a person, I’m so light for him to lift and then to bind. He’s got handcuffs, and some other things I didn’t quite catch sight of when Jeremy carried me off to the chair.
The cold steel from the handcuffs that are holding my wrists to the arm of the chair is biting into my skin but it doesn’t bother me…it excites me.
Jeremy has his back to me right now so I can only imagine what other toys we are playing with. I have a perfect view of Carter's bloody corpse from the way the chair is angled. I can look right into his lifeless eyes. I can't help but smile; I am still wearing that smile when Jeremy turns around and starts to walk back over to me. In his hand, I can see a dildo and a blindfold. My thoughts of what he is about to do excite me to no end.
He leans over me as I wiggle and writhe in my seat, my eyes dancing with a lustful passion that only he understands and knows how to satisfy. I arch my back as he slides the blindfold down over my eyes and watch as everything goes dark in front of me. I listen as he moves around the back of the chair, throwing his arms over my shoulders. I can feel that head of the dildo resting on my stomach and I gladly part my thighs and let some of the trapped heat and wetness that he’s building inside me escape. I know he can feel it as he moves closer to my lips. His mouth rests on my neck as he starts to plant kisses on it.
When his mouth leaves me, I shiver, wanting so much more of him. I feel him start to slide the dildo inside of me, filling me and stretching me because it is just as huge as he is. The faster he pumps, the less I can contain my breathing. I’m lost in a flurry of lust, and I don’t even realize how hard I am straining against the handcuffs until I feel him undo them. When he does, he pulls me down and rams his cock right up my ass.
“Jeremy!” I cry out.
“Yes, Carrie?” I can hear the amusement in his voice at my reaction.
“Mmm, so…full,” I manage to moan out. He’s holding me over him and pulling me down on his cock, impaling my ass so completely while the dildo keeps my pussy full to the hilt as well.
The blindfold adds an interesting dimension to this sensation. It is almost like I feel everything more intensely and I just don’t want this to stop.
Not that Jeremy feels like he’s slowing down. He’s slamming harder and harder into me and I can hear our skin slapping together. Feel how wet my pussy is. I am aching for release and as full as I am, I’m already trembling with arousal. I don’t have much more room inside me for the sheer pressure building up inside me and I don’t even realize the whimpering sound I hear is me until I feel the flood of heat rushing through me. I’m squirting, the pressure built up inside me releasing as I spray cum.
Jeremy’s hands squeeze my breasts before pulling up the blindfold and letting me see just how much cum my pussy is producing. He pulls out the dildo and drops it to the floor, pulling his cock out to slam into my pussy. I’m on all fours, his cock slammed inside of me, as I feel his cock shoot hot jets of cum inside me. We’re a sticky, filthy mess of sex for a long time, shuddering together with the post-orgasm, post-kill haze, and I want to stay in our mess forever, but eventually we have to clean up this mess, and ourselves.
But something has changed between us. Something very good. I needed to be able to share this moment with him…not just the kill, but the fucking. The sex after only made it more clear to me that we need each other on levels that only the other understands. I have this excited feeling about my life, and my future, that I’ve never had before. I have…hope. That’s a powerful thing. I can’t help but hold Jeremy’s hand or look at him adoringly as we clean up the basement, and each other. It may not be everyone’s idea of bonding, but I feel how Jeremy and I are two halves of a very dark whole together.
Carrie
The morning news is playing in the kitchen as we enjoy some espresso over brunch. It was a wild night and now I'm ready to settle in with Jeremy. All the loose strings have been tied and now I am conscious of the fact that I trust him completely and I love every part of him, even the sinister ones. I finally understand the enchantment of death and now that I've experienced it, it’ll will be hard to ever look away again.
The reporters are still covering the mass murder that happened to my classmates and I actually enjoy watching it because now I see Jeremy's point of view. There is a power and fascination in watching death occur. I've never been afraid to die and being with Jeremy certainly cements that. I can't believe the news is still covering this story like some big giant thing. I no longer feel that way. I feel the opposite where murder is just a thing that happens, almost essential to life. I look at Jeremy, who's preparing my eggs.
"I finally get it," I say to him. "The allure of death. It's magical and I can see how you'd be obsessed with it."
He looks at me fiercely and comes over for a kiss. I taste his succulent lips on mine and pull his face into my hands. I look directly at him so he knows I mean business. "I want to be like you."
I see something like happiness spread across his face. "You already are like me, you just didn't know it. That's what attracted me to you in the first place."
"Well, you pulled it out of me. It was there all along and I couldn't name it, but because of you, I can. I feel like my true self."
The expression on his face is priceless as he knows that it's true. "Such a compliment, my love."
He kisses me again and then I sip my espresso thoughtfully.
"No, I don't think you get it. I want to experience it with you. I want to know exactly what it's like."
His eyes turn dark and I know he's considering what I mean.
"Tell me about your first kill."
He looks at me cautiously, determining if I really want to know. "Okay, it was with Carter. We were in college and we were out one night drinking, walking the streets at a late hour. We came across some frat boys who had dragged a girl into the bushes, they raped her. We showed up too late to do anything, they were leaving her when we saw them. We called the cops for her, made sure they took her.”
I'm looking at him with my breath held, waiting to hear the rest of the story. I am trying not to shake myself as I empathize with the poor girl's plight.
He sees my fear. "You sure you want me to continue?"
"Yes," I practically whisper. "I have to know what happened."
"So we, Carter and I, determined that we had to do something. An excessively malevolent feeling came over us. We had never been so close to a crime of this magnitude. They used her body and left her like garbage. Those assholes had to pay, otherwise, no one would ever find out. We stole into each of their bedrooms separately and just killed them off, one by one so that they were dead in their beds. Before we did it though, we said to each one, 'This is for what you did to that girl. You are paying for it.' As the terror crept across their faces and they realized that they had made a huge mistake not only in raping her but in crossing us, well, we got off on it. We left them dripping with blood, to bleed out in their beds till morning when the other frat guys would find them. We even
left a note saying that if there was ever another rape coming from that house then the same would follow. It was all over the news but we never got caught. We did it right. And we left a note for the girl too. All it said was, 'For you.' We assumed she'd know what it meant in some way; even if she couldn't remember the details, she knew she had been violated and by our actions we confirmed for her exactly who it was."
My mouth is agape. "Oh my God."
"I know," he says. "I've been going on killing sprees ever since. The rush and the adrenaline of it, and knowing that I am achieving some kind of due justice, well, it makes it all worth it. There is nothing like seeing someone realize that their evil mistake has been caught. Their web of deceit is coming undone. It's the same look we saw on Carter's face. God knows I never thought he'd betray me. But he did, so he paid. He should've known."
I am absolutely enraptured by this man. He's a good person in the most twisted way and he fights for me like no one else ever has or would. It makes me fall deeper in love with him.
I have one question to ask him though. "You said you would never hurt me even if I betray you but how could that be when you're out for vengeance? What if I really hurt you? What if I turned you in or cheated on you?"
His words are secure, "Not you Carrie. Not you. You could even kill me and I wouldn't fight back. I love you like you are a piece of my soul. I would never hurt you no matter how bad things got. There's nothing you could do to make me think otherwise. I promise."
I am moved to tears in knowing that I am the one and only person who could ever fight back or hurt him or hurt somebody else and he would still be with me, fighting my cause. It's fucking romantic and I finally feel treasured and secure in my future. I finally feel happy about my future and as though there is actually something to live for...him.
"I want you to show me," I tell him. "Show me how it's done."
Jeremy
I am surprised by Carrie's revelation at breakfast that she'd like to be a killer too. It is unthought-of of really because I never considered she’d actually do it. I had secretly been seeing her change before my eyes as I hoped she would. I considered that maybe she'd accompany me on my murderous rounds, or at least support me from a distance, or turn a blind eye, but instead, she has defied all my expectations. She has decided to come into the notion fully and she is determined to more than accompany me, but to be my partner in crime. It is my truest desire, to have someone to share this strange, twisted life with. I dared not to even hope that somebody like Carrie was out there, a person for me, someone who would understand all that I have gone through. I dared not hope for such a dream to come true, but in my heart, I always had an inkling that this dream would come to fruition. It felt like a part of my soul was out there, disconnected from me and that we just had to rejoin in order to feel whole again. Well, I feel whole with her. She is my everything, my diamond, my inspiration. When I'm not with her I'm wondering about what she's doing, seeing, and thinking. To my total surprise and shock, she is more than just this innocent girl that I seek to have control of, she is an absolute vision, awakening to her power so grandly. I couldn't be more proud and so I'm happy to grant Carrie's request. I'm glad she's taken a true interest in what I do, and in what drives me forward.
I'm leading her by the hand now down the long hallway of my palace. There are old paintings of my family dynasty and I can see her eyeing them cautiously. That's the thing with her, she has blossomed from an innocent ingénue into a powerful woman who no longer takes things at face value. She is looking for the darker meanings, the subtle undertones of truth in every situation. I lead her, my diamond, through the hall and into my study, the library lined with books. Of course, I have a secret door here, what billionaire doesn't? But the question is where to find it.
"Do you know where the mystery lies, my love? The secret to my dungeon of pleasure?"
"Um, in a book? A button under the desk?"
"Too obvious." I pull the marble head of an ancient Grecian statue back and the books slide away in the corner to reveal my passage. It is truly where all my secrets are. I've never shown it to anyone, I never expected to. But with Carrie here I am revealing my all to her.
"This place is where all the evidence lies. With one look you could convict me of everything I've ever done and seal my fate forever. I'm trusting you to have me, to join me, or to ruin me. The choice is yours."
We walk into the entrance and she sees every weapon that lies therein carefully placed on tables and along the wall.
"Have your pick," I say, gesturing to the room.
My love takes her time, pondering each weapon of choice, mostly knifes, but some other things as well.
"Crossbow?" She questions me.
"You never know." I wink at her.
She finally chooses an exquisite dagger. It's the William Henry Monarch Lapis.
"This," I say carefully taking it off the shelf and placing it in her hands. "Is essentially an exquisite piece and I can see why you chose it."
She turns it over in her hands.
"Gently," I say, helping her to achieve the proper grip. "It is inlaid with lapis lazuli and blue gemstones, as you see. Quite stunning. And the blade is hand forged. It's the perfect weapon to conceal, and its beauty goes unmatched."
"It's beautiful," she says as entranced with its beauty as I am with her.
"The knife," I continue. "Is my weapon of choice...because it's so intimate."
I take it from her hands and carefully give her a lesson on anatomy. I glide the blade over her skin ever so gently and she is as unmoving as stone. I trace it along her collarbone.
"This is a good line to cut if you want to draw blood, but not kill." I move it down her sternum and her belly inhales sharply as the knife quietly traces her skin. Her inhale has aroused my erection. I take her hand and place it on my manhood. "Do you see why it gets me so hard?"
She nods, a slight wetness is upon her lips as she has very quickly licked them a little. I want to bite at them but I hold back. Her red-stained lips are the color of blood and it gets my juices going.
"The sternum," I continue. "Is an area of contrast where you can navigate safely through without killing, but you have to be careful."
I twist the knife as softly as a butterfly's wings on her skin. "One slip of the hand can be deadly."
My face is close to hers, so close that I can smell her longing for me and I'm so pleased she's enjoying the presentation.
"The limbs are okay but you have to steer clear of all the arteries and you might want to check out a medical book for that. And, the heart, well the heart is a fast but shockingly painful way to go. So, you can always choose that."
I point the knife at her heart, her beautiful heart that I have at last captured. I flip the blade around so that it's pointing at me and I hand it to her.
"Now show me," I say anticipating her turn with the blade.
She adeptly traces all the areas I have shown her. She's quick with it and surprisingly comfortable. She outlines my body.
"Avoid the arteries, the heart for a heavy kill, and there's one thing you forgot…the throat of course." And she slides the blade in one quick sweeping motion across my throat.
"So fast!" I am proud of her.
I hold my hand out to take the blade back. "There's one more thing that you can learn."
I hold the knife, feeling the cool gemstones between my fingers and I begin to cut away at her…clothes. The metal slices through her dress. I take it off in pieces to reveal nothing but the beautiful lingerie I had prepared for her in her closet. Slowly, bit by bit, I tear her clothes off with the weapon she has chosen and soon she's totally bare and my cock rises firmly against my pants. This is gonna be fun. The most fun we've had yet.
Carrie
Jeremy slides the blade of the knife over the swell of my breasts, and my breathing is getting ragged. My eyes follow him; the hilt of the knife looks so amazing in his hand. I move closer to him as he cuts the fabric of my bra
, the sound of it being sliced like butter making me gasp as my it falls to the floor. My gaze goes to the fabric lying there in a heap and then back up to meet Jeremy’s. Our eyes lock on each other and I move my hand, covering his. Together, we move the knife down over my navel. I lick my lips as I start to get all worked up. Jeremy smiles at me, and it makes my clit twitch just looking at him. He pulls me in closer, his hand on the small of my back. The knife is sandwiched in between our bodies now. He covers my mouth with his. His lips are so soft that I can’t resist and I bite down on his lower lip and pull it into my mouth, sucking his lower lip and tasting our lust and the faintest taste of his blood in me. My tongue gets pushed to the side as Jeremy invades my mouth and takes over my kiss. I melt into his mouth and let his lust take over my own. I hear the knife fall to the floor next to the bed and I think about how much I want to shove him on the bed and ride his cock. Right now, Jeremy is taking charge…but my time is coming, too. I’m not suffering.
His hand moves down to my ass, and gripping it he pulls me even closer to him. I go up on the tips of my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck. I start to claw at his back, moving my nails over his bare skin. The groan that escapes his throat gets stuck between our mouths. His hands move, taking hold of the fabric of my panties on each side of my hips and ripping them from my body. The sound of the fabric ripping seems to echo loudly even though it is only in my head because the passion between us compounds every sensation.
My nipples are rock hard as they press into his chiseled, eight-pack torso. Jeremy moves his hands over my thighs and I spread them, angling my pussy toward him and begging for his touch. Playing right inside of my pussy lips, he rubs his fingers across my clit. It flutters hard and my tongue pushes back into Jeremy's mouth, desperate to cling to him as the lust overtakes us both.
His fingers finally dip inside my pussy, and he crooks them to stroke my G-spot. He pulls them out and presses them into my mouth, letting me taste my pussy's wetness on his fingers. My juice tastes so good on his fingers, I am lost in a moment of pure erotic bliss when I feel the head of his massive shaft pressing against my pussy lips. Jeremy shifts it the side so it is stroking my thigh, but his fingers pop out of my mouth and I want his cock there.