Her light turned green, and I watched the cab cross. I waited a few seconds before following after her, making sure there were only two cars between my bike and her cab.
I glanced in my rearview mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I adjusted myself, my cock still hard. I could definitely feel her cum on my knee now with the wind biting at it. What the fuck was that? I saw fear in her eyes again. It wasn’t me she was scared of though, it was herself.
Why? What w—
I snarled and shook my head. “Fuck!” I snarled through my teeth. It was just some fucking girl. A target. Means to an end.
She could pay me half the debt in good pussy and Steven could figure out how to pay his half in cash or Malachi would just kill him. We’d all be better off if he was six feet under anyway.
The pussy here was dried up, that’s the only reason I was having a difficult time with this. I needed something new, something willing, even if it took her a while to admit she was willing; because she was. She needed some good cock like a starving man needed a fucking steak, and who was I to deny such common pleasantries?
I followed her all the way home, pulling up half a block away on the other side of the street and watching as she paid the driver and got out.
A smile touched my lips when she stumbled, having to regain her footing and glancing around to make sure nobody had seen her little moment. That wasn’t the wine tonight, that was something far more volatile.
I watched her until she walked into her building before leaning back and studying the street around her building. Every car drove by; the people walking around were in couples or groups. Nobody looked suspicious.
After a few more minutes, I pulled out my phone and pulled up the cameras to her living room.
She had already walked in, her shoes off.
She was crouching down in front of Lucy, greeting her, although her eyes were still distant.
Lucy turned towards her bedroom and Olivia looked up, her shoulders tensing. She stood slowly, saying something, her hand flying to that collar.
I quickly flipped to the camera looking at her bedroom doorway. Had the man following her somehow manage to get in?Would I have to go up there and do something about it?
No, it was just Steven. He was standing in the doorway, pointing a finger at her.
My thudding heart fell. Damn, no blood shed tonight then.
I sneered and blacked out the screen. He would erase everything I did to her tonight. She would fall asleep remembering him instead of me and that just didn’t sit right with me.
I revved the engine and sped off down the street. I shouldn’t care. He was her boyfriend, but fuck. Something in my stomach burned at the thought.
I wanted the girls I fucked to never forget me. Call it a pride thing, or ego, I didn’t care, but I wanted to be the one they couldn’t forget no matter how hard they tried.
She was no different.
11
Olivia
April 28th, 2022
It’sbeen five days since that night in the alley and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Even now, I was supposed to be writing, but I found myself just thinking about him. About how he felt pressed against me, the way hetookand gave at the same time. As if my response was something he had owned since long before this world began.
He had tortured me, I was more or less willing to accept that, but what if the alley hadn’t been real? Then the torture hadn’t been real either, right? Because that’s when he had admitted to torturing me.
What if they were both real?
That slap print, in my memory, did seem kind of big for my hand, but by the time I finally got the nerve to check, it had been gone.
My panties, I remember, had been wet when I took them off, but I could have imagined that too. Steven said I make up the craziest things sometimes if I wrote too much. Or not enough. Itcould all be in my head. All of it. Maybe I finally hit a breaking point in my relationship with Steven, and all of this…this…shitabout the ‘masked man’, it was all made up. Something to help me make sense of everything I allowed myself to go through.
