“As for Simmons…”
I pause for a moment, then sit up. I’m straddling Arlo’s lap, and his hands are immediately on my hips, stroking the sides with his thumbs in soft circles. “Yes?”
“I want a public execution.”
Arlo’s eyes widen in shock. Or is it amazement? I can’t tell. His head lifts a little, his eyes widening a fraction. It’s barely noticeable to anyone else, but I know everything there is to know about him, and I can see the little signs. He’s listening to me, alright.
“I beg your finest pardon?” he says with a layer of calm, I just know he isn’t feeling.
“A public execution.”
“As in, in public?”
“Yes, that’s what public execution means.” I reply sarcastically.
He takes a deep breath and replies, “I’m sorry, I think my brain just short-circuited for a moment. Go on.”
“I want to lure him to a very public place, like… I don’t know, Times Square and kill him.”
“That’s…” He pauses, swallowing. “Woah. What brought this on?”
“I want the world to see him drop dead, Arlo. I want everyone to know that the world will have one less monster in it.”
“It’s risky, Butterfly. If you choose a location such as Times Square, it will be crowded with people. It’ll be difficult to pull off without anyone else getting hurt.”
“I know,” I sigh. “Which is why I’ll plot and plan this thoroughly before I give you all the details.”
“Alright Butterfly, I trust you.” he smiles.
Without thinking too much about it, I lean in, pressing my lips against his. His response is immediate, his hand finding the back of my head, pulling me closer. Arlo’s lips move against mine in a perfect sync, before his tongue darts to the seam of my mouth, demanding access.
I oblige, moaning into the kiss when his tongue meets mine. His other hand grips my hip tighter, his cock coming to life beneath me. My heart starts beating inside of my chest rapidly, and as though as he can hear it, the little fucker smirks into the kiss.
“Someone’s eager,” he teases, breaking the kiss.
“Shut up,” I mumble, feeling my cheeks heating up. I avert my gaze, embarrassment almost overwhelming me.
“Hey,” his voice softens, and he gently tilts my head back so I’m looking into his eyes. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide yourself from me and don’t hide your needs, Butterfly. I’m here, for you to use however you see fit.”
If possible, my face reddens even more. Arlo chuckles, brushing a stray hair out of my face, pinning it behind my ear. “You look adorable when you blush.”
“Shut up, you’re making it worse.”
Arlo laughs, and everything inside of me flutters. It’s my favorite sound, and it’s rare that he even allows himself to laugh, but when he’s alone with me it comes naturally. It means the world to me, and as selfish as it sounds, I want to keep that something as only mine.
Suddenly, I’m flipped over, lying on my back, with Arlo towering over me. With his knees, he parts my legs, settling between them. He’s looking at me like a feral animal, his pupils dilating, his eyes skimming every inch of my face.
“Fuck, Butterfly,” his voice drops an octave, provoking chills to spread all through my body. “You look so gorgeous right now. A blushing, needy mess just for me.”
“Arlo…”
“Yes, Butterfly?”
“Baby, I need you.” I whimper.
“You have me.”
His head dips down, his lips attacking my throat vigorously. The softness of his lips makes my eyes roll to the back of myhead, and when his teeth graze my sensitive flesh, I don’t stop the moans that slip out.
