The thought of being controlled should annoy me, but Jules made me want it.Master. The name said everything, and my willingness to call him that said even more. I wanted to learn from him, grow, and let him guide me in the right direction. I was tired of wandering America. Here was a man like me, who wanted me as much as I needed him. Fuck the idea of leaving. I belonged to Jules now because I was his perfect little killer.
I grinned up at the white ceiling and closed my eyes. My chest rose fast and hard and I laid my palm on my belly, tickling my fingers under my—his—T-shirt and caressing the skin there. As tempting as it was to wriggle my hand under the borrowed belt into the baggy jeans and touch myself, I felt compelled to wait for Jules. What he offered was too much already and nothing would compare to his touch, not even my hand. I could tell. No, I wouldn’t give in. I would wait and make it even better with my cop.
I spent the rest of the day either walking through his rooms, not touching anything, or sitting on the couch to watch TV. It’d been a long time since I was able to enjoy myself, with food from his fridge in my stomach; though, I always found simple activities like this to be boring. My brain ran at lightning speed and needed more stimulation—the sensation of a blade in my hand, blood splattering across my face, the sight of the life leaving their eyes. I shuddered in delight.
Perfect.
I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but at some point I did on the couch in the living room. The sound of the front door unlocking woke me. My eyes shot open and I glanced toward the hallway. A few seconds later, Jules stopped just over the threshold, his navy blue cop uniform pulling tight over his strong biceps and chest. His ginger-tinged brown hair gleamed, and his grin was delightful, almost... sinful, like he’d done something bad and wanted to tell me his secret. It was a new look for him, and my cock reacted, twitching in my underwear. Well, the boxers were his, too, but while I wore them, they were mine. Everything that belonged to Jules now belonged to me, he just didn’t know it yet.
“Hi,” I whispered, sitting up. I rose from the couch and walked slowly toward him. I didn’t miss the watchful gaze he swept over me, as though expecting me to kill him, too, and it made my belly warm with exhilaration. I was dangerous, even to him, though I suspected he could handle me. “I didn’t touch anything. I obeyed you.”
“Good,” he breathed out, grinning wider. “You’re a good little killer.”
I puffed up my chest. When was the last time someone had complimented me like this? I couldn’t remember. People always mentioned how sexy and beautiful I was, but they didn’t know me beneath my looks. Not like Jules. He understood me, while also not knowing a thing about me at the same time. “Do I get a reward, Master?”
“You do. I brought your reward to you.” He winked, and I cocked my head curiously. “It’s on the back floor of the truck. Come on, it should be dark enough.” He slid his hand into mine and I paused a moment to appreciate it. His knuckles were red, I assumed from punching someone, and his fingers were thicker and longer than mine, and his palm was larger, too, and it engulfed my hand. I was used to people being bigger than me and I hated it, but not with Jules. His height and width and strength comforted me, like a security blanket.
I let him lead me out the front door and toward his truck, and when he opened the back door, I held in a gasp. The cab’s light switched on, casting shadows across Donny’s unconscious form. I glanced at Jules, a pleasurable electricity zinging through me and landing straight in my balls. My cock throbbed.
“He’s for me, Master? You brought me this gift?”
“He’s forus,” he said, smoothing his hand over my hair. I leaned into his touch. “We’re going to kill him together.”
A shudder went through me, and my fingertips tingled like they always did when I was about to take someone’s life. But this time, it was more exciting. I had Master with me, and after we finally got rid of Donny, he could fuck me.
With the shadows clinging to us, we carefully removed Donny from the truck and carried him through the back door into the rear hallway, and I followed Jules’s lead as he walked backward toward a room to the right. At first I couldn’t see a thing, but he told me to drop Donny and I did what he ordered. When the light blazed to life it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. Inside wasn’t anything fantastic, and I could barely call it a room because it was so tiny, but to one side was a pale wooden workshop bench connected to the wall, which I suspected Jules used for small projects. Nothing like killing someone. Beside the bench was a cupboard.
“Stay here,” Jules said, then walked past me and out the back door. I waited, barely breathing as I stared down at Donny’s still body. Blood stained his lips and chin and nostrils, and if I closed my eyes, I could fantasize about what Jules had done to him—smashing his face with either a fist or against something else hard. My cock stiffened and I rubbed myself through the jeans, huffing slightly. Fuck, I wanted Master to destroy my hole after this.
When Jules returned, he had a rolled-up tarp clutched in his hands, and I watched as he strode in with all the confidence in the world and unwrapped the thick blue plastic. He was meticulous as he pushed the covering to the very edge of the room to protect every square inch of the floorboards, even under the bench.
When he straightened, he winked at me again. “It’ll keep things clean.”
I hummed and glanced around the room. “Do you have more for the walls, Master? We could find ways to hang it up.”
“I should have more in the shed. Give me a sec.” He left again, and I began to inspect the room for ways to hang the tarps, but when Jules came back, he clearly already had a plan. He grabbed a drill and began securing hooks into the corners, where the ceiling met the wall, and I couldn’t help but admire the way he stretched up tall, his hard stomach flashing me where his uniform shirt slipped out of his belt. I reached out to touch but yanked my hand back. Not yet.
Once Jules had hooks in each corner, he dropped to the flat of his boots, then slotted the drill back into the cupboard beside the workbench.
“That should do it.” He stepped away to admire his work, and I sidled up beside him, doing the same. He was handy, I had to give him that, and maybe that would be important for me in the future. He nudged me with his elbow and pointed at the tarps, and together we hung them up on the hooks by the small metal grommets. It took us about twenty minutes to finish the chore, and once Jules checked and made sure the walls were hidden as best as we could get them, he hummed in delight. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I palmed myself again.
He moved to stand at my side, and with a slow, lustful slide of his gaze, he stared at my hard cock trapped in my jeans. “Are they mine?”
I leered at him. “The cock or the clothes?”
He turned toward me, touching his palm to my cheek. My eyes closed unintentionally, but I didn’t care. His skin was warm against mine and his scent tickled my nose. I’d always been oversensitive to certain smells, but his was nice. He caressed his thumb over my cheek. “Your cock already belongs to me, Killer. I meant the clothes.”
I laughed and opened my eyes again to stare into the deep brown depths of his. I leaned a little closer, but he stayed still, not encouraging me but not dissuading me, either. “My cock belongs to you, your clothes belong to me. I claimed ownership of them. Everything that’s yours is mine.”
“How did you come up with that?” he murmured.
“Because, I said so.” I raised my brows at him, daring him to argue. “I get what I want, Master. Always.”
He smoothed his thumb over my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to suck on it, but he pulled it back before I could. “Well, if you want me, then you know what needs to be done.” He waved at Donny’s still body.
My mouth twisted in irritation. Donny had been causing a lot of problems lately and it was time to be done with him. I turned and grabbed his shirt, grunting as I dragged his lifeless body over the tarp until he was in the middle of the room. He wasn’t light, but I’d moved heavier men.
Jules surveyed me, stepping back and crossing his arms as though delighted to watch. If he wanted a show, I’d be happy to give him one. He’d complimented me on my perfection, and Ineededto prove to him I could do it again. Wengrow was a mess, but he didn’t know that yet, right? The way he eyed me made me suspicious of what he knew.
