Into the night, p.3
Into The Night, page 3
“You scared, angel?” His voice is deep and his green eyes show nothing but darkness.
“Just mad,” I say, my eyes now glaring up at him with an intense rage.
He hums, nodding his head as he puts his hands in his pockets. “What do I have to do to make you scared, then?”
What the fuck kind of question is that? Before I can gather up the words I’m wanting to say, he takes a step towards me…then another…and another, until he’s mere inches away from me. His dark green eyes dance with evil. I catch a glimpse of his neck and my heart drops.
“You…”
“I make you sc–”
“No, I saw y-you at the…at Scream Box yesterday looking at masks.” His lips smirk to the side and I run my eyes down to his neck, tracing the creepy woman with my eyes. He takes both of his hands out of his pockets and starts clapping slowly. I can now see a skull tattooed on his left hand and a gothic looking mirror on his right. How did I miss that last night? I try to think about his facial features from yesterday, but everything besides his eyes and tattoo is a blur.
“Good girl. I’m glad we’re starting to figure out the fucking obvious.” He mockingly pats my cheek twice, making my breath still.
“What do you want? I’ve done nothi–”
“You’ve done fucking everything, Winver Sage. I’m in this position because of you,” he hisses out. His response makes my whole body go numb. How does he know my full name?
“I don’t und-understand.” The shakiness of my breath displays the fear that shoots up and down my body.
“You think I need you to understand?” He shakes his head twice, chuckling. “The only thing you need to understand is that the things I have planned for you are anything but sweet.”
I lick my dry lips, watching as his eyes trail down to them then to my bloody hand. He grabs my wrist pulling me forward. The sudden force makes my hand flex out, dropping the derma blade in the process. Inspecting my open wound closely, he swipes some of my blood up with his two fingers then turns to face the mirror. With my blood on his fingers, he begins drawing a backwards cross on the forehead of the mask. My mouth parts in awe at what the fuck I’m seeing. What I’m allowing to happen. As both of us look at each other through the mirror, he glides his thumb over my wound again, lifting it right where my mouth is.
“Pucker up, angel.” My eyebrows spring up, shocked at what he just said to me. He slightly moves his head forward, waiting for me to do as I’ve been told. I’ve made it this far with my heart still beating…I’d like to keep it that way. Letting out a pissed off breath, I pucker my lips as he coats them with my own blood. I look at the dark, crimson red that’s now painted on as the metallic scent hits my senses.
“Good girl. Now kiss me…right here.” He bends down a little bit and points to the left side of the mask, instructing me to kiss his cheek. I keep my eyes open as I inch my lips closer to the mask until they finally hit the cold plastic. Standing tall again, he inspects it through the mirror.
“Is that a good enough job for you? I’d hate to have to redo it,” I say sarcastically with the remnants of blood still on my lips. He sucks off the blood that remained on his two fingers, doing the same with his thumb. The feeling I get from the sight of watching him lick off my blood is one I shouldn’t be getting. My clit starts to tingle while the rest of my body swarms with heat. As I clench my thighs together, he lets out a subtle chuckle, avoiding my question.
“Does my angel like that? You like watching me lick up your blood?” I don’t have to say anything, because my now-red cheeks say it all. He pouts his bottom lip and nods his head, already knowing the answer that I forbid to give. Letting go of my wrist, he turns his whole body facing the mirror, bending down right at my ear. “I promise you’ll have more blood spilling out of you soon,” he whispers. He then storms out, slamming my bathroom door shut behind him. Without hesitating, I bolt for the door and twist the door knob to realize it’s locked from the outside. How is that even possible? I twist and shake the door knob, banging on the door with my bloody hand. A few more violent shakes later, the door swings open to find nobody there.
I sweep through the whole apartment checking every little space I could possibly find, only to remain pissed when I don’t find him. Now back in my room noticing my balcony door unlocked, I check the outside and over the railing to see no one. How could he have gotten up here or escaped? I’m on the second story…
It’s not impossible to get up here or I guess jump down, but how the fuck did he even unlock my door?
I think about the text he sent me earlier this morning.
Maybe he did close my blinds last night…
FIVE
HARLEY
My plan didn’t go exactly how I wanted it to, but I still got our angel scared. Our angel. I saw the rage glistening in her eyes while the rest of her body glowed with trepidation. I might’ve been watching her for six months, but she still remains a mystery. All I know is that whatever she did must’ve been bad enough to send our boss into an even more psychotic state than he already was in.
Now back home in my office, I put together the weekly file of her and prepare to send it to him. You’d think that with how long we’ve been working for him we’d at least know his name. Nope.
All we can assume is that he’s somewhere locked up or hidden all because of Winver Sage. The answer as to why still remains unclear.
Within seconds a blue checkmark pops up next to my notification, letting me know he received it. I fall back into my chair letting my body try to relax, when all of a sudden I get a phone call from the one and fucking only.
“Sir.”
“That’s all you got for me?” Clearing my throat, my body tenses up again. I fucking hate it when he calls me.
“Yes, sir.”
He remains silent, but I can hear his mouse click through what I assume are the pictures of her in the file. Straightening back up, I open the file and click through the photos that me and the guys took. Her waitressing at the pub, walking out of her apartment, with her friends, lounging around her apartment, shopping…you name it, we have a picture of her doing it.
“I see…” a sound of a printer can be heard on his end while he continues clicking through the pictures.
“Well, continue doing what y’all have been doing.” The line cuts off, making me now fall back into my chair letting out a deep sigh. It’s not like we have a fucking choice.
If we stop, we die.
Shutting my laptop, Motley comes and sits down in front of my desk. Judging by the look on his face, it’s obvious he just heard who I was on the phone with. Not even ten seconds later Weston comes walking in, plopping down on the other chair next to Motley.
“Anything?” Motley asks.
“Nope.” I pop the p. Both of their heads fall back in defeat.
“Just give him time. Everything will be over soon,” Weston says, making me grow angry and irritated.
“Give him time? What the fuck do you think we’ve been doing, Wes? All we’ve been doing is giving it time. Both of you can’t tell me that this isn’t eating y’all alive.” Both of them direct their glances to the floor, refusing to look me in the eyes. My patience is growing thin. Motley clears his throat while crossing his arms, landing his blue eyes on me.
“Okay, I’m in.” His response has me by surprise, but it makes it hard for me not to smirk a little. Weston snaps his head to Motley, now looking pissed. Shrugging his shoulders, Motley looks at Weston.
“What? I’ve had time to think about what Harley said last night. She walked into our territory which only makes her fair game. Might as well make her useful.”
Putting my elbows on the desk interlocking my hands, I try to hide my smirk, but it’s now on full display. If Motley was in, Weston definitely was going to be. We’re a team.
“Come on Wes…have some fun,” Motley whispers, reaching over and gently squeezing his thigh. Mumbling something under his breath, Weston combs a hand through his black hair.
“Fuck it, I’m in.”
That’s my good boy.
Despite me and Motley’s look of victory, I can tell that Weston remains in his head. He’s always been the overthinker and I can’t really say I blame him. His parents cut him off once he turned eighteen and hasn’t spoken to them since. Even though we’ve all been best friends since we were ten, neither me nor Motley ever went to his house or met his parents. I understood the moment I saw him walk into school in sixth grade with bruises on his arms and wrists. I never asked nor did he ever bring it up. Weston was also the first one who found out what happened two years ago.
Motley, too, seems to notice the deep, thoughtful gaze that lingers in Weston’s eyes. Now squeezing his thigh tighter, Motley tries to get Weston’s attention. “Weston…” He turns his head towards Motley’s direction, but his eyes don’t follow. His eyes remain locked in, staring at the desk for a few seconds before looking at Motley, letting all of us know he’s finally come out of his deep thoughts.
“It’ll be okay. No matter what happens, we all have each other.”
Nodding to himself a few times, he’s back to the normal Weston. Actually, I don’t really know if normal is what you’d call it. I couldn’t tell you the last time any of us have been “normal”.
Getting up from my chair, I walk around to the front of the desk, now only a couple feet away from them. I know what will ease everyone’s mind and that’s exactly what we’re about to do. You can’t escape reality forever, but it feels fucking amazing when you do.
“Get up, Weston,” I say hungrily, watching as he slowly gets up and takes two steps towards me. Our breaths are now hitting each other's skin. I look into his sapphire eyes then trail down to his lips when he then smashes his onto mine. I needily devour him back. My tongue dances with his as he starts unbuckling my belt while Motley remains seated, watching us.
“On your kne–”
“Not yet.” Weston’s demanding tone catches me off guard. He swiftly turns me, pushing me down on the chair he was just occupying. I look up at him then to Motley, who raises his eyebrows then slightly shrugs. Weston opens up the laptop typing something before moving himself out of the way so that me and Motley can see. The screen shows our security footage of Winver last night entering the haunted house.
“You’re going to watch her while I put your cock in the back of my throat.”
This is a side of Weston I have yet to see in all of our years knowing each other, but it’s a side I’m not complaining about, either. He’s still obeying like a good boy, but he’s testing the waters. If he thinks he can become a switch though, he can think again.
I can feel the blood start to rush to my cock as I watch him undress from the waist down. “And you, Motley, are going to invade my ass until you have nothing left to give.”
Getting on his knees, Weston pushes my chair back making room for Motley who now starts to undo his pants, his cock already hard. I watch as Weston takes off my belt and unzips my jeans. I slightly lift my hips up, helping him take them off as my cock springs out in the process. He looks up at me before he continues to do anything else.
“Watch her, Harley, not me. Imagine I’m her. Imagine this is her taking your cock in the back of her throat like the good little slut she is.”
My gaze now looks at Winver through the screen, watching as she now makes it to the part of the haunted house where she and her friends got separated. I focus in on her, watching as the look of fright draws on her face when she first saw me in the hallway.
A groan escapes my lips, feeling Weston’s tongue circle around my tip while Motley slowly starts to sink into him. I continue watching our scared little angel. Seeing how terrified she was makes me regret not doing anything more. I should’ve at least drawn a knife to her throat. My attention on her is interrupted by Weston who now takes all of me in his mouth. He pushes himself deeper, groaning and gagging as he gets filled from both ends.
“Fuck, Wes. I forgot how much I love your tight ass,” Motley pants.
I slowly start to thrust, matching his rhythm. Looking at the laptop again, I see her against the wall and I feel a sense of regret. I should’ve destroyed her right then. I should’ve destroyed her in her fucking apartment today.
“Imagine I’m her.”
I run my hands up the sides of his head, grabbing his hair and holding him in place as I start thrusting my cock as far down his throat as it can go. His gags fill the room, but all I can think about is her.
Owning her throat.
Owning her pussy.
Owning her body.
Owning her soul.
With each forceful thrust comes a more eager need to release.
“Imagine I’m her.”
Pounding into his throat, I hold his head down as my cum starts to shoot out. I snap my head back groaning, feeling my load continue to unravel down his throat. Taking my hands off of him, he immediately comes up gasping for air and moaning while Motley’s thrusts become slower and deeper.
“Fuckkkk…” Motley groans, now filling Weston up.
We all take a minute to come down from our high, Weston gets up and starts to get dressed when I notice his ecstasy puddled on the floor.
“Hey, Weston.” He looks at me as he zips his jeans back up, tilting his head waiting for a response.
“Next time you try to dominate someone, maybe don’t do exactly what they tell you to.” He scoffs, smiling at me.
“Don’t worry, big boy. I’m still yours and Motley’s.”
SIX
ANONYMOUS
She thought I was gone.
Yet I’ve been watching her every day.
She could try to run all she wants and she did. She ran her little heart far away from Texas. Poor thing got spooked. It was too easy finding her. I always have my ways.
I tape up her most recent photos thanks to my little puppets. I still haven’t decided if I want to kill them alongside her, but I’ll know my decision once I get there. One of those in the moment type things. After all, hiding in the shadows takes a lot of patience and I have all the time in the fucking world. For right now, I just need her calm and relaxed, thinking she’s safe.
Now covering the wall with my newest additions, I take in all her beauty. She’s still the same magnificent woman. Yet now I know she has fire inside of her. She isn’t the same fragile woman anymore. Her resistance will make having her in my grasp that much sweeter.
Good.
I love it when she fights.
Walking into my bedroom, I open up my closet and take out what I need, my cock already swelling. I grab the lube that sits on my nightstand and head into the kitchen where I pour some into a bowl. I heat it up for fifteen seconds exactly, then head back to the bedroom where I pour it inside the toy. I strip all my clothes off and stroke my hard length before entering inside the pocket pussy, the warm lube wetting my cock. As I begin to thrust, I look into her eyes, licking her mouth and face.
“Soon you will be mine. You’ll take every fucking inch of me,” I say, panting as I continue thrusting into the cardboard cutout of my sweet girl. It only takes a minute before I start to come undone. She’s always had that effect on me. I grip the sides of the cardboard cut out, imagining me choking her while I get off. Imagining that she’s on the verge of dying from my own bare hands. Fuck, I can’t wait for that day. Exiting the toy, I take a few steps back, admiring her beauty.
A mixture of my cum and lube drips out of the pocket pussy. I take it out and clean everything up before placing the toy back into the hole I carved out of the cardboard, right where her actual pussy would be. I walk back into my office turning on my array of monitors. I pull up the outside camera that gives me a view from her balcony letting me see inside, but nothing comes up.
“What the fuck?” I mumble, trying to get the damn thing to work. With no success, I grab my phone and send Harley a quick text.
Me
Fix the fucking camera.
Even though I could do it myself, I need them thinking I’m still in Texas.
And I’m not about to make myself known without my grand entrance.
SEVEN
WINVER
1 YEAR AGO
Love is such a simple word. It’s the meaning behind it that makes it powerful. I never thought I could be in love with someone until I met the man that continues proving me wrong every day. Who knew running into someone, literally, could turn into this fairytale I never want to end.
Axel has been my boyfriend for two months now and it truly was love at first sight. I had accidentally bumped into him at our local coffee shop here in San Antonio, Texas. The second our eyes met it was like time had stopped and everything around us became invisible. After patting him down with a million napkins and a thousand apologies, it turned into us talking for two hours. It felt like something you only find in romcoms, but it was all very real. On our third official date those three simple words, I love you, fell out from his lips. It didn’t take me long to say it back, either. In fact, I said it back immediately.
A week later I was moving into his penthouse. Luxury isn’t something I’m new to, though. With my dad being the CEO of the biggest law firm in Texas, I was always well taken care of. My mom stayed home while he brought in all the income, making sure I was being a well-rounded student while she also took care of the house. Thankfully, college was never pushed down my throat.
“Sweetie, you’re a woman. Let the man be the one with a degree and a job.” My mom would always tell me growing up.
