Cellar Door (25 page)

Liam

I don’t say a word as I lead her over to the wall. I take my time, leisurely tucking her hair behind her ear and tugging softly on her ear lobe as I whisper instructions. “Keep your back straight and that gorgeous head of yours held high. Don’t speak. Don’t move. Just give yourself over to me.”

I pull her arms behind her back, gently bending them at the elbow so that each hand is clasped on the opposite forearm. “There’s a reason why I place you in positions that go against your body’s natural alignment, why I stripped your clothes as soon as I closed the front door. These things force you to concentrate, to put your mental focus where I want it to be—on
me
. For example, right now, you’re paying attention to every move I make. You’re listening, your body is trembling, and you have no idea what’s coming next. It’s all about mindfulness, Madonna.”

I close my eyes, breathing in as I savor the delicious sensation of the blood rushing to my cock. My hands slide up and down her upper arms, stroking and soothing. “Do you know what a master is, Madonna? No? Well, a master owns his woman, a master controls his slave. The concept sounds demeaning to those who don’t understand the beautiful simplicity of dominance and submission.”

I slowly trace my fingertips down her backbone to stroke the two sexy dimples on her lower back. It’s one of my favorite parts of a woman’s body. My fingers travel lightly down her side to her lower abdomen and beyond, where I slide my fingertips slowly through her slit.

“Now, the real question is…why does it make you so wet? I have the answers to all your questions about what’s going inside of you—why your body reacts to the things I do to you, why you want the dirty, filthy things you don’t think you should want. Simple, really. You’re perfect; you were made for me.

“You could go to the ends of earth and I’d still be inside your head. I love having you at my mercy. There is no other intoxication quite like absolute control. I’m going to tap into your innermost darkness, and that is how I’ll set you free.”

“Liam?” she asks in a questioning tone.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” She shakes her head. “I didn’t think so. You’ve assumed a classic submissive stance. You didn’t even know that and yet your body responds perfectly. You’re mine, Madonna, and I don’t mean just your body, you’re mine here--” I murmur as I nuzzle her hair and breathe her in, “yes, here in your mind. You’ll think about me whether you want to or not because I’ve tapped into your darkest desires. What my brother said? It’s true, you could be living with a killer. Would you stay if you found out I was a serial killer?”

“I don’t believe that about you, Liam. You’re not a monster.”

“That’s it… Lie to yourself but it won’t stop that nagging fear in the back of your mind. It’s true, what he says about me having twisted sexual needs. I guess you could say he and I do have a love-hate relationship. You can’t grow in the same womb of a woman and not be connected. Perhaps that’s the reason we both harbor such dark secrets.

“I won’t defend myself from what Lance said. I will, however, feed on your fear, your doubts, and I’ll prey on your vulnerabilities.”

I smile as I stroke her clit in deep, smooth glides of my finger and reach up with my free hand to palm a breast, smirking as a fresh surge of her arousal flows over my fingertips. “But while I feed off that fear, I’ll be fucking you senseless. I’m sure you won’t mind…”

Madonna

It’s never the same with him, the sex. When he brings me to this sensuous, erotic place in my mind, this subspace where the only thing that’s real is his touch, only one thing is ever predictable: Liam’s need for control. I am more than willing to fulfill that need in him because I have become addicted to the submission that fuels his sexual appetites.

“Where are you, off in your head somewhere? Tsk, tsk.” He pulls my arms up by my crossed elbows just enough to cause me to cry out in a mixture of fear and pain.

“Why does rough sex turn you on, Liam?” I can hear my own breathing and it’s heavy with need—need for him.

“The same reason being dominated by me turns you on. We’re wired differently than most – but perfectly for each other. Vanilla sex just isn’t enough. We crave the darkness, you and I.”

He fists a handful of my hair, wrapping it around his wrist and pulling my head back so that I’m forced to look at him. More of my arousal seeps down my inner thigh.

“What do you want from me, Liam?”

“Everything. I want your body, your mind, your pleasure, your pain, your fear, every-fucking-thing. That’s what I want and you’ll give it to me or I’m going to take it. I’m going to enjoy peeling back your layers one by one until all is revealed.”

“My arms are so heavy, Liam. I am concentrating but my arms are so tired in this position. Please, let me put them on the wall.”

“Mmmm, so very nice of you to say please.” His taunts only add to my arousal. “Palm the wall, then – but no matter what, don’t move your hands or that last spanking will seem like child’s play.”

He helps me straighten my arms and begins rubbing them to stimulate blood flow. When he’s satisfied that he’s kneaded my flesh back to life, he places my palms flat against the wall. His fingers trail over my body, lighting flash fires over every inch of me.

“I knew you’d be wet but, baby, you are soaked. Always so wet for me.” He taps my inner thigh and I know to spread my feet wider. He kneels behind me and caresses my ass, stroking the skin and squeezing the firm flesh, all the while humming his approval. He spreads my cheeks apart with his thumbs, leaving me utterly exposed and vulnerable in a way I have never experienced before – and yet I’ve never felt safer. His tongue circling my most intimate, taboo flesh sends a jolt of electricity through me. In the next instant, I think I hear him laugh softly as the puckered ring of muscle contracts and releases from his touch.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” he purrs with male satisfaction as he slides his tongue across the sensitive flesh.

It’s all I can do to stand as my legs begin to tremble. He runs his tongue painstakingly slowly between the lips of my sex, rolling the tip of his tongue around my clit before sliding back to tongue-fuck me and drink from my quivering, soft, slick heat.

My breathing becomes audible as I fight for control, and he can tell I’m only moments away from coming. Suddenly like he’s a man possessed, bringing tongue and lips and teeth to bear in a carnal onslaught of my senses. He kisses and sucks and nibbles my swollen lower lips just as passionately and expertly as he ever has my mouth.

“I’ll do anything you want, just please let me come. Oh, fuck, baby,” I moan, my voice sounding strained as the orgasm begins to pulse through my core, “you make me feel so good…”

His lips lock onto my clit, softly sucking as he simultaneously flicks his tongue over it. Liam sliding a thick, curved finger into my drenched opening is all it takes to make me come apart in earnest.

In the distance I hear the nearly unrecognizable voice of a woman crying out for mercy from a man who has none. While I ride out the receding waves of pleasure, he straightens behind me. After stepping out of his pants, he carries me to the bed, tossing me onto the center of the mattress. His eyes rove over me hungrily as he strips out of his shirt and tosses it on the floor. Slow, predatory steps bring him to the side of the bed. He stares down at me, unspoken demands simmering behind his eyes.

Any façade of civility I possess in my day-to-day existence has been shattered by this man, leaving only this wanton, insatiable creature he’s created. I roll onto my stomach and press my chest into the mattress and arch my back to push my ass up toward him, legs spread wide. It’s obvious what I want. I want to be fucked.

Liam thrusts that gorgeous cock deep inside me with no warning, moving relentlessly forward until he is fully seated from root to tip, his balls pressing up against my sensitive clit.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans as he begins to move inside me. “
Shit
. It feels like there’s a velvet fist clenching around my cock.”

His physical presence is rough and demanding, his movements brutal and raw, lacking his usual finesse. And I love it, meeting him thrust for thrust. I want him to hurt me with his thick, heavily veined cock. I want him to turn me inside out. I want him to
make
me his.

He’s fucking me like a vicious, feral animal, taking what he wants with single-minded intent. He pumps his hips hard against me over and over, his stamina seemingly inexhaustible. Suddenly, his rhythm becomes choppy and irregular as his cock surges inside me, jetting thick streams of semen against my womb and sending me over the edge into the abyss.

He collapses on top of me, covering me with his body like a blanket. Our fingers are entwined and his legs straddle my hips. Our sweat-slicked skin slides against each other as we murmur hushed words of praise and satisfaction.

“I fucking love to hear you scream,” he rasps in my ear. “I know I’ve pushed you past your limits but it had to be done. You needed to be claimed, to be reminded of who you belong to.”

I laugh softly, observing, “You’re unbelievable, you know that? You’re like the Marquis De Sade, you’ve turned me into a wanton, feral whore.”

He dips his head and grazes his teeth lightly across the nape of my neck before nibbling along the tendon leading down to my shoulder. “The more I hear about that guy, the more I like him. You’re
my
wanton, feral whore, Madonna. And you’ve never been more beautiful to me than you are right now.”

His Destruction

They’re all the same, the way they strut up and down the sidewalk like they own the goddamn place, eyeing every approaching car like it could be the pot of gold at the end of their fucked-up rainbow.

Don’t they know there are sick fucks like me roaming the streets, looking for their next victim? Before this night is over, one of these whores will wish they had listened to their gut instincts. I just haven’t decided yet which one it’s going to be.

I don’t really have a preference; for me, it’s more about the game, the chase. My purpose is to prove my worth and to be elusive enough, unpredictable enough, that law enforcement can’t profile me. No, they’ve never seen the likes of me before.

My attention is drawn to a girl standing on a street corner. She seems out of place. Unsure of herself. The other women radiate confidence like it ain’t no big deal to sell their bodies or suck a stranger’s dick for ten or twenty bucks -- but not her. This one’s different.

She stands on the corner, biting a fingernail as she looks around anxiously, obviously out of her element. And not particularly concerned about her personal safety either, for a young woman alone after dark on a hooker-infested street corner. She’s focused on texting or whatever it is she’s doing on her phone. Her backpack leads me to believe she’s a college student and not a hooker at all. She’s perfect for what I have in mind so I pull up alongside her and make my play.

“Good evening. Where ya headed?”

Her gaze jumps furtively back and forth between my face and my vehicle as she tentatively approaches my passenger window. She scowls down at her phone and glances back up at me, asking, “So, um, are you my Uber?”

I smile benignly and silently give thanks for the random good fortune that has dropped into my lap.

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Great! Yeah, I missed my bus and…wow, that was super fast! I submitted my Uber request, like, maybe a minute ago and here you are already? I haven’t even gotten your driver information back yet. Can you give me a ride back to the university?” she asks, already reaching for the door handle to get in.

“Sure thing. Hop in.”

“Great, thanks!” she giggles as she gets settled in the passenger seat. “This is my first time using Uber so I wasn’t sure what to expect, but you’ve really wowed me!”

“We aim to please.”

“Well, thank you for showing up so fast. A couple of pimps had already offered me a ride but I’m not stupid enough to fall for
that
.”

Perfect
. I was right, she’s not a hooker; she’s a college student.
Damn I’m getting good at this whole serial killing thing.
She is completely unaware of her plight. I have to say… I do love a woman who’s in the wrong place at the right time.

“I’m glad to hear that; you can never be too careful. But, really, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself so late. Let’s get you home.”

And with that, we drive off in the direction of the university, with her prattling on endlessly about nothing in particular.

I discreetly slide the drug-filled syringe from my jacket pocket. I’ll need a compliant victim. We’ll save the fight for later.