"Who said I was going to kill you?" I reached for her chin, but she pulled back in time. I raised the knife to the sky and waved it vicariously as I laughed. "Oh, because of this?"
She turned and sprinted into the woods.
I turned back and grabbed her keys off the ground. I got both our cars parked to avoid any accidents. Then I stretched my neck, took out my knife, and started into the woods after her.That was a good enough head start.
With every step I took, I was looking around, expecting to find her collapsed on the ground or against a tree. I spotted her within a few minutes but continued my slow trek toward the Church.
A large crack of thunder elicited a scream from her. I paused as the lightning came down and struck a tree. It splintered and fell at her feet.I jerked forward to run to her, but I stopped myself. She was unfazed by the smoking tree and kept moving. Slowly, I was catching up to her, and for my own amusement, I ducked behind a thick tree.She searched for me, then sighing, she fell back against her own tree a few feet ahead of me.
What a fucking tease.
Using the heavy rain to cover the sound of my feet, I walked right up to her tree and yanked her into my arms. She tried to scream, but I quickly shoved two fingers into her mouth.
"You've been a bad girl, Eisley," I whispered in her ear as I pushed her to her knees. I moved with her, keeping my fingers buried in her throat. "You know what happens to bad girls?" My other hand, still grasping the knife, went to her thigh, tugging up her battered gown. The blade slid up her skin, sending cold shivers through her body and, with it pressed against mine, through me as well.
She began to choke on my fingers, which only made me dig further in. Her tongue darted around them, sending my cock into delirious excitement. As I traced the knife around to her backside, I pushed her forward, letting her hands catch her, and reached for her panties.
"I don't like being the bad guy, Eisley." I slid her panties to the ground and pulled my fingers from her mouth, bringing them right to her exposed folds. "But I will if I need to get my point across." My fingers probed her little pussy, spreading her lips and slipping between the wetness that had pooled there.
She cried and gagged, trying to hold things together.
"Tell me, wife." I pulled my fingers from her body and replaced it with the hilt of my knife. She froze and then realizing what it was, she tried to bolt. I snatched her by the hair and pulled her back. I pressed the hilt into her wet and wanting pussy. "Were you running because you were really scared I'd kill you? Or were you running because you like it when I chase you?"
Her breathing hitched as I slowly pulled back the knife and then thrust it back into her. She cried out but didn’t plead for me to stop. Small moans escaped her lips, accompanied by tiny movements in her hips.
I reached around, wrapping my hand around her neck, and tugged her up, keeping the knife firmly inside her. I brought my lips down onto her needy ones. Our tongues danced, and she lifted herself and slid back down, fucking herself with the knife. My hand slid back to her neck and tightened again. A low chuckle escaped my lips as I kissed her shoulder and whispered, “If this is what gets you off, Eisley, then we're in trouble."
Rule 72 - Constantine
The reveal is the best part.
Iwaited until she was right on the edge of coming before removing the knife and my hands from her body. I pushed her away, and she fell into the wet mud with a cry of anguish. I pulled her up by her arm and she spun around, glaring daggers at me.
Keeping my grin and eyes locked on her beautifully frustrated face, I raised the knife to my lips and slid the hilt into my mouth, tasting her. Her eyes went wide, and she shivered. I removed the knife and flicked it around so I could grip it. I pointed forward with it.
"Come on," I growled. Gripping her forearm tightly, I dragged her forward.
"Slow down!" she yelled, stumbling. "I'm barefoot!"
When the Church came into view, she let out a small gasp and started fighting my grip. "No. Please don't take me there. Not again."
"You've already been there," I argued, not stopping.
"Yes, and I don't need to go again." She dug her heels into the ground and finally tore herself from me. "No."
I took a deep breath and then snatched her around the waist, tossing her over my shoulder. Eisley pounded her fists on my back, but I ignored it, striding right through the main floor and down the stairs of the Church. As we started down, she calmed down.
"You cleaned it up."
"I did. Some of it. I wanted it to be livable while I do what I have to do here."
I had picked up all the forest debris and garbage from the shitty teens over the last ten years. I'd also swept up the glass and boarded up windows. It wasn't great, and after we left Shelley Vale, I hoped to never see this fucking place again. My father's legacy would die here.
I set her down and waited for her to bolt, but she didn't. She looked up at the stairs, but her expression was so transparent, I could almost hear her thoughts. If she left now, she'd have to battle the storm again; and I had her car keys.
"Do you want a towel?" I asked, stepping deeper into the room. I shed my jacket and peeled the shirt off. I unbuckled my belt and tugged it out of the loops of my pants.
"Yes, please." Her voice came out so soft, I almost didn't hear it. "Constantine, what is that?"I turned curiously and followed her gaze to the table in the center of the room.
