I push her naked, cum-covered body to the floor, and use my bare foot on the middle of her back to force her to her hands and knees. Fuck, I wish I had had the foresight to buy her an actual leash so I could walk her around like the bitch she is, not that I think for one second that would humble her, but it would've been a great visual. "You know, Joss, none of this would've needed to happen, if you had just obeyed me, and left Cordelie alone." I yank on her blonde hair, and her body tenses in pain, as tears stream from the corners of her eyes down her face. "But you couldn't, could you, baby? You saw an opening to hurt her, and you took it." I slap her asscheek harshly, and the instant red imprint of my fingerprints brings a morsel of pleasure to my dark soul, but it's not enough. Josslyn has to pay for disregarding my demands, and it's the only way she'll learnto leave Cordelie alone. Consequences must be paid in pain and blood.
I lean over her back, pressing my naked, hot flesh into hers and whispering into her ear, my voice frigid and filled with malice, "What was it you were saying to her, Joss? Something about how I was so happy that I wasn't with her anymore, and that I was sick of her whiny bullshit?" I yank her hair once more, forcing her face to turn in my direction as my glance bores into hers, and a tear slips down from the corner of her eye, disappearing into the gag strap. "We both know that isn't true, don't we, baby?" I wrap my fingers around her delicate neck and squeeze. "You know very well that I never had any intention of leaving her for you, and that's why you left the door open. You were always hoping she would catch us in the act, weren't you, slut?" The sound of her panicked gasps behind the gag makes me smile. She really thought I hadn't realized what she did.
She tries to rise off the floor with panic, but my grip on her neck and my heavy weight keep her exactly where I want her. "She's nothing like you, Joss. I wouldn't dream of sharing her with anyone else. In fact, I would kill any man who dared to touch her, but you, you're different, baby. I don't feel that way about you." I release my grip on her neck, and she siphons air through her nose as I move around her and crouch so that we're at eye level. "See, baby, I like sharing you. I like knowing that other men know that you're a whore that can be used, and you like it too, don't you, Joss?" I cradle her face in my palm tenderly, probably the only instance of kindness she's going to receive tonight. "You'll take your punishment tonight, Josslyn, and you'll do it with humility, and the knowledge that I could always make it worse. I'm choosing pleasure, baby, don't make me choose pain to teach you a lesson, you might not survive it if I do."
I see the fear, bright and present, in her eyes, along with the hint of anticipation. Honestly, it's too bad I fell in love with Cordelie first and am obsessed with her, otherwise this farce of a relationship with Josslyn could have worked, at least until I was utterly sick of her. Her depravity calls to my own like a siren's song. "You're going to accept everything I have planned for you tonight, and grin and bear it, baby, or I'm going to leave your skanky ass and ruin your life." I squeeze her face, allowing my fingers to mark her skin. "Do you understand me, Josslyn? Am I making myself perfectly clear? I want to make sure we don't have a misunderstanding like last time, baby. That's how we got here, after all, isn't it?"
She nods her head as more tears pour down her face, and her skin pales even further until it's almost ashen. If I had even a smidgen of respect for her, or a moral compass, I would feel sorry for her right now. I might even have changed my mind and allowed her off with just a warning, but I keep replaying all the pained looks I've seen on Cordelie's face since the two of us destroyed her world. I get up and grab the syringe from the breakfast counter, pumping a little out and flicking it, to ensure there are no air bubbles trapped. I would hate to kill her; that won't help me achieve anything, and it would prematurely end our fun.
I bend down, catching her frightened glance as I position the needle point at her neck. "This will help take the edge off, baby, so you can enjoy yourself tonight." I press the sharp point into her neck as she winces. "Just a little bee sting, then you'll feel all better." I depress the plunger and pull it away, and her body tenses. I pet the side of her head, pleased with her cooperation. Honestly, I thought she might grow a backbone and fight me, after I fucked her so violently when we first arrived from the party, but I should have known better. Asmuch as Josslyn likes to run her mouth about Cordelie, she's weaker than her. Cordelie left me, but Josslyn never will.
"That's my good girl, Josslyn. Now spread those legs wide, baby, and get ready to have your holes used." I rise to my feet and open the door for the three guys from the party that I invited back to her apartment. Two of them are pretty shit faced, and I know them from football, but the third is a guy I met tonight from a different campus. He was eyeing Josslyn all night like she was a ripe piece of fruit he wanted to bite into. I'm about to make their night, and all their depraved fantasies come true, while also teaching my errant girlfriend a much-needed lesson.
"Welcome, fellas, Josslyn's all set up and waiting for you. You can use any of her holes, one at a time or all at once, she doesn't mind, isn't that right, baby?" I question with sarcasm and watch as Josslyn nods once, her pupils blown, before hanging her head. "You all need to wrap it up. None of you can come in her bareback unless it's her mouth, but you're welcome to come on her. She can take a bit of damage, but none of you are allowed to fucking break her, and make her excessively bleed. She belongs to me. Don't even think of recording any of this shit, or I'll gut you. She needs to still be breathing at the end of this night, am I fucking clear?"
All three readily agree, and the real party gets started as one of them plays music on his phone, and I throw on some porn on her television to encourage the mood. I decide I'll stick around for a bit while they gangbang her, shoving their cocks into all of her holes, one at a time, and then double penetrating her when they find their rhythm. The drug is doing its job, ensuring she's compliant, and the guys aren't being complete asses, making sure she's orgasmed a few times. I even joined back in on the sausage fest for a bit, but after a while, it gotboring watching her be used, so I decided to message Cordelie on the Anti-Valentine's app.
Imagine my shock and pleasure as I open the app to find a picture of my sweet baby girl's pretty pussy on display for me. I can't believe she actually complied with my request. My mouth waters as I stare at her little patch of neatly trimmed dark hair and her slick, swollen pussy lips. In the photo, she's still wearing a white silky panty, but she's pulled it to the side with her finger. I wonder if she got herself off to thoughts of me fucking her and filling her with my cum, or if just taking the naughty picture was enough to get her slick. Fuck, she's so sexy. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking and twisting as the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and deep groans, become background noise.
That's one pretty pussy, Red. Are you all wet and waiting for me? Don't worry, baby, I plan to fill you up and make you come so many times you're going to beg me to stop, and I won't listen. Look at what you do to me, baby. Valentine's can't come soon enough, so I can be inside of you.
Tell me, Red, have you ever had your ass fucked, and if you have, did you enjoy it?
I include a quick pic of my hard, weeping cock standing at attention for her, ensuring that I blur out the background so she can't recognize that it's me at Josslyn's apartment. We never had anal when we were together, so I'm interested to see what she replies with. A part of me hopes that's one of her fantasies. I always wanted to fuck her ripe ass and fill it with my cum, but she always seemed so timid, and I didn't want to push her past her comfort limits.
I'm so distracted in my memories that I don't realize that Cordelie is no longer at the bar with the prick, and panic soars through me. Where the fuck did she go? I quickly scan the dance floor, but all I see are her friends still dancing and having a great time. There's no sign of my sweet baby girl. My eyes slide across the main floor of the club, around the walls, and to the other bar, but there's still no sign of her. Fuck, fuck, fuck, where the hell is she? Rage is filling my veins, and it's as if my blood is heating to lava, as a boulder lands in the pit of my stomach. Could she be in the washroom? Is there a chance the guy managed to get her out of the club?
A jolt of electricity runs through me, and not the good and pleasant kind. No, it's the type that threatens to end my world in terror, and spurs me to find Cordelie quicker before something happens that neither of us can ever take back. I quickly dart down the stairs after haphazardly throwing my beer bottle at Will. My throat feels like it's closing up, and I can't seem to get a steady breath past it as terror overrides my critical thinking. I shove drunken clubbers out of my way, my eyes desperately searching for anyone in a little black and aqua lace dress, but I don't even catch a glimpse of the color. Fuck, where is she?!
No, this can't be happening. No one is allowed to touch what is mine. Cordelie Wynyard is mine; she has always belonged to me, and she always will. I'll kill anyone who touches her, or attempts to take her away from me. This fucking asshole's already dead, he just doesn't know it yet.
I'm coming, sweet baby girl, just hold on for me.
CHAPTER 14
CORDELIE
The bass of the music is pumping through my veins, and it feels so freeing and good. It's almost as if I can forget all the shitty things that have happened in the last forty-eight hours.You let him die, you failed. You're worthless.I grab the shot glass in Faye's hand and gulp it down, trying desperately to drown out the voice inside my head that's been berating me incessantly since Tyler died at that party. I've tried to reason with myself that I couldn't have done anything more to save him, but even I know that's a lie. I didn't try hard enough. I could have done more, but as usual, I was too stuck in my head and panicked.You killed him. It's your fault he's dead.
"Girl, are you okay?" Faye leans in and yells to be heard over the club music, and I can tell by the look she's giving me that she's once again worried. Lately, she's always concerned about me, everyone is. That's what I do, though, I cause other people stress until they eventually get sick of me and leave, like Noah, Josslyn, and even Sly. No one sticks around long, and I can't even blame them.They see right through you. They can see the weakness deep inside of you.
I force a smile onto my face, not wanting to ruin her night. "I'm fine!" A muscular arm wraps around my waist from behind, and the smell of masculine cologne mixed with sweat assaults my senses. At first, I panic, thinking it might be Noah, but the arm is bare, and there are no tattoos. I don't know why that thought fixates in my inebriated mind, but it does, and I instantly picture Noah's full sleeves of demon and monster tattoos. The ones I used to joke about when we were together, that one day I would color in while he was sleeping.
"Hey, pretty girl, you having a good night?" A husky male voice rasps in my ear, causing a shiver to sprint down my spine as he uses his forearm to push my body into his while we dance. The rough texture of his skin against mine, combined with the scents of the club, onslaughts my senses. My ass rubs against his pelvis, and even in my slightly dazed condition, I can feel his arousal pressing into me. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him to back off and leave me alone. I just want to dance and let loose with my friends tonight, but then I glance up at the upper balcony and catch Noah Tisdale watching me with a scowl, and my anxiety rises even more. Why won't he leave me the fuck alone?
"I'm hot!" I yell back, forcing my glance away from Noah, and attempting to put a little distance between the mystery man and me. I twirl around, shaking my ass, and get a look at him. He's good-looking, with dark, messy, curly hair, and eyes that I think might be a shade of green or blue; it's hard to tell with the neon lights. He's sporting an eyebrow piercing and a lip piercing that gleams in the light. He's tall and slim, his body built like a swimmer. I could do worse than him to help me forget my existence for the night. Plus, if it helps me hurt Noah the way he hurt me, it's well worth it.You're not hurting anyone but yourself, fool. No one cares that much about you.
"Yeah, baby, you are." He winks, and a goofy smile crosses his lips, bringing my attention back to the piercing that I suddenly want to bite and yank on. "Want to get a drink from the bar?" He yells, and I nod, needing a break from the dancing and my aching feet. I'm regretting letting Faye talk me into these shoes and this tiny dress, which I feel like my ass is hanging out of.
I look back at Faye and catch her questioning look. I mouth "I'll be fine" and wink at her, or at least I think I do, but now that I've stopped dancing, I'm feeling all the drinks catching up with me as I stumble in Faye's borrowed heels. Why the fuck did I wear these? I'm like a baby giraffe stumbling about. Mr. Piercing doesn't seem to mind, as he grabs my hand tightly and drags me toward the bar, the neon lights making my head swim.
Two drinks, he motions to the bartender, and I want to ask for water, but before I get to, the bartender turns away from us.Shit.I probably shouldn't have any more tonight. I'm not really great with large consumptions of alcohol, and I know I'm going to regret it in the morning. "Here you go, pretty girl." My mind tries to play catch-up to the fact that he's handed me something pink. In the back of my mind, a warning is going off, but I can't make out what it is. I look over my shoulder and spot Noah again. Goddammit, he’s becoming a stalker.
"Drink up, pretty girl, it will make you feel better. It's hot as the devil's balls in here tonight." He downs his drink in one gulp and leans closer, and I take a stumbling step back into the bar counter. The room spins, and my stomach lurches with discomfort. I press the cold glass against my forehead, feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable as a wave of dizziness assails me. His arms cage me in, and I hesitate before taking a sip of my drink, feeling the cold, refreshing liquid slide down my throat, and a strange mix of relief and dread. I feel instantly parched, so I drink more, until there's nothing left in the plastic cup.Yet I can't shake the warning growing louder, and sounding like blaring sirens in my mind. I question my choices, and the danger lurking behind this guy's smile, with Noah's watchful gaze haunting me from a distance. "Want to go outside and get some air?"
Air?Do I want to get some air? My body says yes, it's too hot in here, and I can feel the sweat trickling down my back, but my mind is resistant. Mr. Piercing leans forward, his face so close to mine that it makes me squint up at him. His lips briefly touch mine, and I feel his piercing press against my lower lip, and I can taste his fruity drink on them. He licks at mine, and I gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to lean closer and slip his tongue in my mouth. At first, I think I'm going to gag, but after a few strokes of his tongue against mine, it feels nice. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer as my chest brushes against his. He deepens the kiss, and I start to get lightheaded from the lack of air, pushing against his arms with my hands. "You okay?" He watches me intently, but my mind seems to be wading through quicksand.
"Bathroom! I need to go." That's what I think I say, but based on his smirk, I'm not sure. He nods his head and threads our fingers together, moving through the thick crowd toward one of the walls and then down a corridor. All I can focus on is how clammy our hands are, and how I want to let go. The music is not as loud where we are, and my thoughts become less jumbled as I look around. "Where... where are we?" I question when I don't see a lineup for the women's washroom.
