Positioning the bulbous head at Glen’s entrance, I exclaim, “Remember to scream my name,” as I shove past any resistance his muscles would bring. The wail of his screams cause my dick, the real one, to pulse in my jeans, making me groan. The mixture of screams and my moans cause it to jerk against my thigh.
Pulling the dildo from his ass, I watch as crimson liquid covers the fake phallus. The sight of his blood has me reaching to grip the head of my dick and squeeze.
“Glen,” I grunt, “all you had to do was answer,” as I shove the dick to the base then grab my knife and slash the underside of his buttcheek.
His raspy voice croaks in response, “We-we met last month. T-to discuss his plans to run for President.”
I ease the force of my thrusts, but don’t slow the pace. Continuing to impale him, I glare up and wait for him to continue. He takes too long so I ram it back inside, relishing in his choked sobs. Pulling it out, allowing for just the tip to stay in, and shoving it back in.
“Pl-please st-stop,” he begs and I stand, leaving the dick protruding from his ass.
Walking to his side, I yank his head back and whisper, “Then answer my fucking questions.”
Then I push the tip of my blade into his flesh, right in between the second and third row of ribs. Screams in alto hit my chest, instantly causing the blood to pump straight to my dick.
I almost forget myself and grip the organ.
Luckily he answers before I do. “He-he-he wants to run and wants to see what could be done to sway the Fraternitas to support his efforts.”
Liam comes over and stands in front of Glen’s snot-covered face before speaking. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now continue, because we all know there’s more to it than that. There’s no way your uncle would sanction this for that drivel of a conversation.”
Turning his head in my direction, in hopes of what I can only imagine is a reprieve. Glen’s eyes leak tears, making the blood mix with the rest of the mess on his face.
“Don’t look to me for absolution. You won’t find it here. Answer the man,” I command.
Realizing there is no solace in this space for him, he hangs his head and finally gives us what we need. “The Senator has some connections with a counter-organization and he was hoping I would join his side. He recognizes that we will never support his bid for the presidency so he’s making moves of his own to ensure he wins.”
Peering around the room I notice Rowan’s eyebrows nearly reach his hairline. Wy’s jaw is clenched so tight you can nearly see the outline of his molars, and Liam’s pupils are blown in such shock that you can barely see the brownish-green ring around his pupils. That’s not what we were expecting him to say.
We collectively curse.
This can’t be a coincidence, all of this shit happening during a selection year. First, Emma and her family move into town. Second, the Council wants us to keep an eye on this Senator, and third, news of another organization trying to potentially encroach on our territory.
I ruminate on whether Rowan was right to suspect Emma’s sudden arrival.
Liam is the first to speak after what feels like a year of silence, “Let’s finish with him before we discuss anything further.”
Subtle dips of our heads confirm our agreement. The guys leave the room, knowing that I will take my time to wrap things up here.
A full set of teeth show as I stand in front of Glen and say, “Now our time together can really begin.”
Echoes of his screams will be the beat that I use to fuck the life out of some poor woman. Not to kill her but she might wish she was dead with the mood that I’m in.
I have thoughts of Emma on her knees trying to breathe with drool running down the sides of her face as I fuck it sore. I can almost picture the beautiful mess her face would be. Her wild black hair mixing with my cum. Her pouty full lips, swollen from my constant pounding.
If she’s part of what is happening with the Senator it will be my blade fucking her throat.
My dick hardens at that thought, to the point it’s almost painful.
A choking cry interrupts my wayward thoughts.
I shake my head, “Apologies, I didn’t mean to not give you my undivided attention. Rest assured you have it now.”
EMMA
“I still can’t believe you slapped her,” Shay says, laughing.
She’s recounting every detail of what happened in the parking lot with Sam after school, yesterday. We’re making our way down the hall to my locker, before heading to first period.
“I don’t think you truly understand the enormity of what you’ve done. No one stands up to them. Ever.”
Shrugging, I say back, “Well, a hard head makes for a soft ass and that bitch’s head is harder than concrete.”
I know it was truly wishful thinking hoping that everything would be forgotten by this morning. A girl can have a pipe dream every once in a while.
“Emma, you have no idea how many times I watched the video. I mean the damn thing was made into a gif and a meme. Look!” She puts the phone in my face in time for me to see the scene unfold and sure enough there’s me smacking the banshee.
The gif cuts to that scene in Friday where Chris Tucker says, ‘you just got knocked the fuck out,’ and I can’t help but holler. I wasn’t expecting that at all.
“Seriously Shay, I just want her and her pod people to leave me alone. I’m not someone who can be pushed around and walked all over. I might not be from here or come from money, but that doesn’t mean I’m an easy target.”
“That’s obvious,” she replies. “Just be prepared. You know she’s going to retaliate. Especially, because she thinks the guys want you.”
Rolling my eyes in her direction, we approach my locker. “Look she’s already made it well known this is her town and blah blah blah, like we’re in a nineties teen drama. Seriously, this isn’t
Never Been Kissed and I am not Josie Geller. If anything, I’m Kat Stratford.”
Confused eyes are aimed back at me like I have two heads and I’m speaking a foreign language. Ughh, sometimes I wish I was born in a different era.
“Bish, don’t even tell me you’ve never watched nineties teen movies?” I stare at her in utter befuddlement.
“What, that shit my parents grew up on? Not me,” she says back.
Grabbing my chest, I bend over in mocking dismay, “You wound me. And here I thought we were on the precipice of a budding best friendship. Now I don’t know if we can continue.”
Laughing at our stupidity, I raise my thumbprint to my locker in order to disengage the lock. As I go to open it, a litany of condoms comes pouring out, landing at my feet.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.