“You’re my beautiful weapon,” I said softly.
Ari turned toward me, brown eyes sparkling in a way I’d never witnessed, and brushed his damp dark hair off his forehead with the back of his hand. His teeth were bright against the death covering his skin. He was so wickedly inspiring.
“You’ve made me very happy.”
My killer sat up taller on his knees and seemed proud, which he should be. He was perfect. He wiped his hand across his eyes.
My stomach dropped. “Next time I’m getting you goggles and a mask. You shouldn’t get blood in your eyes and mouth.”
He dropped the screws he’d been systematically pulling from Donny, and they tinkled as they fell into a flesh-covered pile at his side. He stood, staring me directly in the eye in a way that wasn’t usual for most people. He held all the intensity of a predator in his focused attention. “I like the way it feels on my skin, Master.”
A sensation I’d never experienced for another person smacked me—fondness. I’d felt this way about items I’d owned and loved because of their dependable service, my truck for example, but never another human. It didn’t seem possible, but I was starting to think of Ari in the long-term because he felt trustworthy. I could count on him to love the same fucked-up things I did.
I moved forward and wanted to take his hands, but that meant I would be less helpful in cleaning him up, so I didn’t. “I love that the blood makes you smile. You look adorable this way.”
He scowled as if maybe he wasn’t sure about being calledadorable, but then his smile crept back across his face. “Thank you, Master.”
“Take off all your clothes. We’re going to leave them here for right now.”
He bit his lip and ran his hand down to give his crotch a squeeze. Both of us had been hard for a long time, it was nearly painful, but I shook my head at him.
“Not yet.”
His lips thinned, but he obeyed me and stripped, and my breath left my lungs in a rush as he peeled his shirt up with a squelching sound. The fabric plopped to the tarp at his side, and I couldn’t wait to touch his muscled chest and hard abs. His jeans were tossed next, and I glanced away because I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from touching him if I kept looking. My desire to have him under my body as I drove my cock into him was almost a flavor on my tongue—sweet and tinged with the coppery tang of blood on the air.
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” I raced off to the kitchen sink and took a small bucket and cleaning rag out from the cupboard underneath, then filled the metal bucket with warm water and soap. I went back to our love nest—or should that be murder nest?—and dropped to my knees in a clean spot on the tarp.
“Come here.” A strange solemness worked its way through me as I wrung out the rag and used the soapy cloth to wipe down his feet. I removed the blood so he couldn’t track it around the house, but I also enjoyed following the slight curve of his foot. Every part of his body was shaped in a precise, pleasing way that made me want to stare. I might be his Master, but it felt right to kneel before my bloody angel.
I couldn’t stop thinking back to the intense, nearly maniacal smile he’d worn while he tortured Donny, and I breathed around a surge of lust that twisted knots in my stomach.
Ari’s dick bobbed, hard and needy, and I ignored it while saliva gathered in my mouth. I wanted to suck him, touch him, put my lips all over him. I glanced up into his face, and he was cold, the way I assumed an angel would be in real life. They killed for God; they had to be above mortal constraints. I got to my feet and held out my hand, and he nestled his palm against mine. I guided him along as he gingerly stepped toward the edge of the tarp closer to the door.
“Donny will never touch you again. He’ll never touch anyone ever again.”
Something like panic flashed across Ari’s face before it twisted up with rage. “I followed your orders, Master. I promise. I wouldn’t have let him near me after you told me not to blow him.”
Humming, I threw the rag into the bucket. “I know. You’re my good little killer.”
Some of the anger bled from his face and he nodded at me. I towered over him, especially with him in his bare feet, and it made me feel powerful to have him naked and at my mercy, although I didn’t plan to ever harm him. I glanced at the dead body. No, someone who could do something so pure couldn’t be hurt. In fact, he needed to be cherished. I tugged on his hand and led him out of the room and down the hallway. As we walked, Ari’s hard-on didn’t wilt from the movement, in fact, I swore his cock, as divine as the rest of him, got firmer as it curved up higher to tap against his belly.
He watched me instead of where he was walking, to the point that I had to put both of my hands on his shoulders and move him in front of me to guide him so he wouldn’t stumble and fall as we went up the stairs and on to the bathroom.
“Master, I want you,” he whispered.
I leaned around and planted a kiss on his bloody cheek, and he shuddered under my grip. “I know. That’s good.”
He moaned as we reached the bathroom, and I had him step up inside the spotless white bathtub. I laid towels down on the floor because I knew I would want to wash him, and by the time I was finished with my preparations he had the warm water flowing and steam filled the air. He hadn’t closed the shower curtain, which was fine, and I gathered a few more items and came back. He watched me carefully as I picked up a clean black washcloth and a fresh bar of pristine white soap I’d taken out of a cupboard and started the first scrub down—he would need more than one.
As I worked, his cock strained and his hips shifted restlessly. His gaze stayed glued to me as I smoothed the washcloth over his compact muscles, taking care with his arms and washing the blood from his tiger. I cleaned his cock, and a pleasure so deep and perfect I nearly passed out from it rolled through my body as he whimpered and fucked into my fist. My erection pulsed with need, but I was enjoying scrubbing the grime from him.
“You’re not Ari, the man who kills aimlessly. You’re my little killer. You’ve been baptized in blood.” I felt nearly feverish as I spoke.
“Are you religious, Master?” he asked softly. He pumped his hips, and I loosened my soapy, cloth-covered grip, which had him pouting at me.
I laughed. “No, but I like the idea that this special kill washed away everything that came before it. This was the first time I was ever a part of something so perfect, and it was because of you.”
His cheeks flushed and a bashful smile curved his lips. Steam billowed around him like clouds, and I moved him under the spray to rinse away soap suds. He dropped his gaze to stare at his toes and wriggled them, and I leaned in and stole a kiss, not caring that my clothes got even more soaked than they already were. He whimpered against my mouth, that same needy sound he’d made once already, and I spread his lips with my tongue, chasing after it.
