by Lexxi Chase
“Clean yourself up,” Jake ordered resolutely. “In the bathroom here. You’re not leavin’ this room.”
In the bathroom, washing her face with a warm, wet washcloth, she thought of finding a way to lock and barricade the door. But even if that were possible, Jake leaned on the door frame closely watching her, it would only delay the inevitable and wouldn’t do much good. He’d kick the door in within minutes, and he still had the gun. Best or worst case scenario, depending on how she looked at it, he could leave her behind in the bathroom and run to the tiger house. Even 911 first responders would be too late.
“Good enough,” Jake sneered as she wiped the last of the blood from her cheek and finger combed her hair.
“Back on the bed, in front ‘a the laptop,” he ordered and she had no choice but to obey.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed a few feet from the computer, she listened carefully to Jake’s instructions as he readied the livestream. He moved the curser on the monitor. One click and they’d begin.
“Don’t even think ‘a gettin’ too creative,” he warned, began streaming and strolled over to the bed and curled up behind her.
His arm encircled her shoulder and wound oppressively around her neck.
“Here we are, boys and girls,” he smiled triumphantly at the camera. “Amanda’s been tellin’ me she’s got a whole lotta shit she wants to say.”
He tightened his arm around her and pressed into her more urgently, even as the knot churned in the pit of her stomach and raw panic tightened her throat. I’m a star set to debut my new cat show in Vegas, she reminded herself, and managed, by sheer determination, to put a look of amiability and a smile on her face.
“I’m sure by now most of you have heard about or even seen the result of my requested showdown,” she said, “and it’s kinda what I and all of you out there expected. But the truth is, I never really wanted...or needed a showdown. There’s no contest necessary for me to know that the only man I’ve ever wanted, or truly loved with all my heart, is Jake.”
She felt him stir restlessly behind her and nearly jolted from his heated, heavy breath on the side of her face as he leaned forward into her, silently tightening his grip. Jesus, she struggled to keep her thoughts from racing. What more does he want me to say? Then dolefully remembered her fiasco with Zack.
“The one thing I feel so, so horrendously bad about,” she continued shakily, “is effecting Steel Demon. I was upset and hurt and really pissed at Jake in Portland, but I’ve never, ever, had so much as a minute attraction to Zack.”
Jake’s knee banged forcefully into her, out of view of the camera, and she struggled to come up with better, more convincing words to say.
“I wanna say I’m sorry to all of you that loved Steel Demon’s original lineup, to all of you that were fans of Zack’s. I’ve already apologized to Jake, although I know apologies don’t cut it, although I can’t begin to diminish or erase the pain and turmoil I’ve caused. But...” she stammered for a moment, struggling to find something good out of the chaos she’d created, “at least, even if I’ve done so inadvertently, I’ve forced Zack to show his true colors. I hope even Jake,” she turned to face him apologetically as he leaned over her shoulder, “can find it in his heart to forgive me and at least be grateful for that.”
Jake lifted his arm from around her neck and playfully ruffled her hair.
“So there ya have it, kiddies,” he smirked. “Totally predictable words from an incurable tramp and consummate liar. Wouldn’t ya say it’s way too little and much too late?”
Even as she gasped, turning to face him, he uncurled from behind her, slithered off the bed and cut the stream. She stared at him horrified as he picked up the gun.
“What more did you want me to say?”
“Nothin’,” he sneered. “Did ya really think some nice words would make all ‘a this shit go away?”
For a few blessed minutes she had and it made her feel so stupid. So naive and foolish and even more vulnerable in the wake of Jake’s unfurling retribution. She just had to think of something, anything, to try and alter the circumstances, to mitigate and dull Jake’s pain and fury, and to make sure that, above all else, Morocco and the rest of her cats remained safe. She took a deep, rejuvenating breath and leaned back on the bed.
“No Jake,” she sighed, “I didn’t think words could fix this, in front of the camera or anywhere else. Nothing I can say, nothing I can do, can undo everything that’s already happened. But I’ll do anything,” she did her best to smile sweetly and look innocent, “to make things a whole hell of a lot better, in any way you want me to, from this second on.”
She held her breath. Jake stared at her for a few moments and said nothing. Then, raising his gun, he moved slowly towards her and crawled up behind her on the bed. Curling up in a ball, she began sobbing. Too exhausted to argue anymore, too defeated to beg.
“Relax Amanda,” he crooned softly. “I’m gonna give you what you want.”
She raised her head.
“Just maybe not exactly how ya want it.”
He smashed her hard across the face. Diving on her before she could recover, he pinned her down on her stomach, tangling his hands roughly in her hair. The Ruger lay by his side but she had no chance to reach it. In her panic and pain she didn’t even know it was there.
“What’s the fuckin’ problem?” he screamed as she struggled.
He tore at her chemise and matching panties, ripping and sliding them off her as she thrashed and gasped for air. Pulling her up to her hands and knees violently, he kneed her legs apart and leaned over her back, yanking her head sideways so they were face to face. She shivered at the feel of his hair cascading across her shoulders and brushing sensuously against her sweating face.
“What’s the matter Amanda?” Jake gloated. “Would ya rather be here wrestling with Wade? Think the fuckin’ cocksucker’ll do ya nicer? I should get ‘im so he can watch me do ya. Show ‘im it takes a real man to satisfy ya. What d’ya think?”
She shook her head vigorously, as much as his manic grip on her hair allowed.
“No? Really?” he laughed.
His face was inches from hers and he leaned closer. She was impaled by his hot, rabid breath in her face.
“I don’t give two shits about Wade,” she hissed. “I only want you Jake. I only wanna find a way to make things right.”
He laughed bitterly and sat back up behind her, releasing her hair.
“Gimme one good reason why I shouldn’t just kill ya.”
“Because I love you,” she looked back at him. “Because...” she ignored the tight twinge in her chest and swallowed hard, “because you love me too.”
“Yeah right,” he snickered. “That’s two reasons but you’re wrong on both counts. If you loved me you never woulda fucked around.”
He leaned back on his knees and she spun to face him.
“I could say the same for you,” she scowled.
They stared at each other in silence for a few moments. His deep green eyes flared brighter for a second.
“I don’t love you,” he said.
She was surprised his words still cut into her so deeply. She’d lived with his denials for four years, during their much less turbulent times before their final incident, let alone now when things were irreparably shattered and gone to hell. But even so, somehow she’d hoped for a miracle, some shot at divine intervention, a slim, even miniscule chance that recent events would jar Jake to his senses and the momentous revelation that despite his humiliation and rage and their retaliations and battles, he loved her now and always did.
“Fine Jake, whatever. Don’t admit it then. Be too afraid to even think it. But I do love you, no matter what you fuckin’ think.”
“We’ll see,” he sighed grudgingly, sat up and forced her back down on her hands and knees. “We’ll see how much you really fuckin’ love me.”
He leaned over her slowly, gently this time, smoothing her long blonde hair away
from her neck. She gasped quietly as he gently kissed her there, groaning softly as he ran his tongue all the way down to her shoulder, lightly sucking, then biting on her sensitized, heated skin. Jesus, she thought, this can’t be really happening. Ignoring all the preceding blatant signs of continuing trouble. Even forgetting about the gun.
“This what ya want?” Jake crooned seductively, sliding his palms slowly up her stomach, cupping her breasts in his strong, capable hands.
She moaned deliciously, carelessly, giving him his answer so he continued with his erotic, skillful seduction. Pressing forward with his plan. His nipple ring brushed gently against her back as he writhed and slid his hardened body downwards. Kneeling behind her, he expertly massaged her ass. When she moaned loudly in anticipation, he spread her cheeks and blew gently in between them. She shivered and groaned just like he knew she would.
He lowered his body to get better aim at her pussy. This bitch is gonna beg for it by the time I’m finished, he thought. Her breath hitched and quickened as he slowly began to massage her pussy, rubbing his skilled, adept fingers in a circular motion as he worked them deeper and deeper inside.
“Oh my God,” Amanda groaned gratefully. “Holy fuck that feels so good.”
Jake smiled. And inserted his fingers deeper. He explored her feverishly as she pumped and writhed. When he suddenly removed them she groaned with displeasure, until he leaned forward again, gently tickling and pulling on the moistened, heated lips of her pussy. She became even wetter, eagerly grinding her hips against his expert touch.
It was time to taste her and he hesitated for a second, involuntarily picturing Wade doing the same thing. He shuddered and sickened at the disgusting image, grabbed her thighs and dove in for the kill. She moaned so loudly he was sure everyone in the house heard her. All the better, he thought, not realizing Wade was brooding outside.
“Feel good?” he crooned softly, sucking gently, then harder on the lips of her pussy before finally twisting his tongue along its length on the outside. She shivered and groaned in appreciation, then gasped in ecstasy when he massaged her clit with his fingers. She was soaking wet, hot and swollen with the heaviness of passion, when he finally slid his tongue inside.
“Ready for me baby?” he whispered, his face still pressed against her pussy.
“Always Jake,” she moaned but suddenly realized she wasn’t.
She wanted him to kiss her first, the way he’d kissed Misty, but she didn’t dare ask him for anything. Didn’t dare balk or ruin the mood. He rose up on his knees behind her, squirmed out of his underwear quickly and rubbed his throbbing hard cock against the cheeks of her ass.
“Take me Jake,” she pleaded, wanting him more than life itself.
Not knowing that in a second she’d have to prove it. He grabbed the gun and pressed the barrel against the side of her head.
“Jake, no!” she gasped just as he rammed his cock deep inside her, then groaned breathlessly as he began to pump.
“How much do you love me Amanda?” he raged.
His thrusts grew harder and deeper as he leaned into her more heavily. Braced on his left hand because the gun remained firmly clutched in his right.
“Answer me, ya fuckin’ cunt!” he screamed, pulling his dick out of her pussy and ramming it into her asshole with one expert thrust.
Moaning in ecstasy as he fucked her and paralyzed by the Ruger’s cold metal sliding back and forth against her temple as Jake rocked her, Amanda struggled to speak and make any sense. The double-edged mixture of euphoria and terror, beyond even the realms of their final incident, far surpassed Jake’s usual glorious cocktail of unbridled pleasure and driving, unrelenting pain.
“I love you Jake, more than anything,” she screamed.
He grabbed her hair with his left hand, no longer bracing himself on the mattress and forcing her to support his full weight.
“Yeah bitch?” he gasped. “Ya love me enough to die for me?”
He cocked the hammer and her heart raced. The warm, electrical sensations of lust and terror surged through her like lightning. Pulsing a familiar, urgent heaviness to her pussy. Making it more wet. Jake’s long, sensuous hair slapped against her neck and back as he rode her. He moved from anal and mounted her pussy. His heavy, labored breathing was paradise, heavenly music to her ears.
“Yes,” she murmured recklessly. “Yes...yes,” she screamed as familiar waves of oncoming orgasm engulfed her.
“Say it,” he groaned. “Say it all.”
Enmeshed in the sounds of hard, slippery pounding and savage, unrestrained groans, Amanda struggled to focus on the moment, on Jake’s latest request. God help me, she thought, because he’s finally gone crazy. And I’m even more insane for wanting and loving him this much.
“I love you Jake,” she gasped, “I love you enough to die for you.”
As his sticky-sweet, hot cum instantly filled her, she reeled from her own gush of orgasmic wetness. She flexed and tightened the throbbing muscles of her pussy just as he frantically, finally, pulled the trigger of the gun.
***
Tyler leapt out of bed when he heard the gunshot, ran to his suitcase and grabbed his own weapon. The Smith and Wesson was clutched firmly in his hand when, seconds later, he bashed and kicked at Amanda’s bedroom door. Katelyn and Rachel, terrified by the commotion, rushed into the hallway and to his side. Doubly alarmed at the sight of the revolver, Katelyn screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Fuck Tyler, what are you doing?! Have you lost your goddamn fuckin’ mind?”
“I heard a gunshot,” he screamed frantically and Rachel screamed too at this horrifying news.
Then suddenly, their panic was subverted. Amanda opened the bedroom door.
“What the hell’s wrong with you people?” she yelled angrily. “Have all of you lost your fuckin’ minds?”
She looked exhausted and defeated. Her makeup was worn and smudged from her almost relentless crying and her usually radiant long blonde hair was tangled and disarrayed, caked to the sides of her sweating face. It was obvious she’d thrown on her blue robe in a hurry. Its belt wasn’t looped correctly and was haphazardly tied.
“What the hell’s goin’ on in here?” Tyler rushed past her.
Jake stood by the bed, knotting the sheet around his waist.
“Gimme the gun Jake,” Tyler ordered.
Jake just laughed.
“What d’ya need mine for, dipshit? Ya obviously got yours right there in your hand.”
Tyler had the Smith and Wesson leveled at his head.
“I’m not fucking around. Hand it over.”
Jake glared at Amanda still standing by the doorway. Usually quick to defend him and take his side, this time she just froze. Another thing this cunt’s gotta pay for, he thought, as he turned back to face Tyler again.
“Or what? Ya shoot me?”
He could see Rachel and Katelyn fidgeting just outside the door.
“Where’s your fuckin’ sidekick?” Jake laughed.
“That’s the least ‘a your worries, pal. I heard him go outside a while ago.”
“See that,” Jake sneered at Amanda. “Your cavalry’s thinning. Guess your backwoods hump got sick ‘a waitin’ for ya to spread your legs again.”
“Shut up Jake,” Tyler hissed. “Just gimme your gun.”
“Now if I do that, what are me and Amanda gonna do for fun?”
“Hand it over,” Tyler took a step forward, still aiming the revolver at his head.
No one moved or barely took a breath for a full minute while Jake stood silently making up his mind. Would this cocksucker really shoot me, he wondered, but finally convinced himself that in his anger and pathetic jealousy he just might. He cocked his head innocently and raised his arms in surrender before casually leaning over the bed and sliding the Ruger to the footboard. Tyler scooped it up quickly before lowering his own gun.
“What the hell’s been goin’ on in here?” he asked.
“Now just wha
t d’ya think?” Jake smiled.
It was painfully obvious they’d been doing more than fighting. Jake’s face still glistened with the afterglow of decadent orgasm and his long, shiny hair was damp with sweat, caked sensually to the sides of his face and down his chest. The bedsheets were rumpled and twisted, including the one Jake was using to cover himself.
“Please everyone, can we just get some rest now?” Amanda moved to the door and opened it wider, in invitation for Tyler to leave.
She blatantly ignored Katelyn and her sister.
“Guess you’re not wanted here,” Jake snickered.
Tyler huffed and walked towards the door, stopping suddenly when he reached Amanda. He grabbed her chin and ran his fingers lightly over her bruised and swollen lip.
“This your idea of a party?” he scowled and glared at Jake.
“It was an accident,” Amanda finally came to his aid.
“Yeah?” Tyler hissed. “Let me guess, you walked into a door?”
Before she could answer, Jake moved forward, strolling up seductively behind her and wrapping his arm possessively around her shoulders and neck.
“Yeah, big boy,” Jake snarled, his eyes wicked fire, “a nasty accident just like the bullet hole in the wall.”
“Jesus...” Katelyn muttered just outside the doorway but everyone ignored her.
“I’m fine Tyler,” Amanda insisted.
“She’s more than fine,” Jake snickered. “Trust me, I took real good care ‘a her just before ya barged in.”
Tyler snorted and took a step backward, glaring at Amanda before walking out the door. I don’t even know her anymore, he thought dismally as he shut the door to his guestroom, laying the guns on the dresser before locking the door.
“Happy now?” Amanda asked Jake as she peeled off her robe.
He stood staring at her for a minute before speaking, long enough for her stomach to roll.
“That was my goddamn favorite gun.”
She sighed and re-arranged the crumpled bedsheets, flicking on the light on the nightstand when she was done. She looked up to see Jake still watching her intently. He flicked off the main light and they both crawled into bed.