The Games We Play

16. Fifteen - X

Fifteen - X

Standing here, naked with blood coating my torso from a mark Puppet carved into my chest, I have never felt more…alive. When I took care of my first target, I didn’t think anything would ever compare to that. Then I took another job and another, and the euphoria grew with each kill until it became something I craved.

All those years of work, the feeling I never thought I could accomplish unless I killed is nothing compared to how my toy looked, straddling me with a knife digging her initial in my skin. Her letter stings with each breath I take, and I marvel at knowing I’ve permanently marked her as well.

It makes it all bittersweet to know I will be the one who ruins her.

She gazes up at me with her body flush against mine. I wonder if, even through the black abyss, she sees me. “Take me,” she begs, but it’s not enough. She hasn’t even felt what I have for her since I first laid eyes on her .

Slowly, I pull my hand from between her thighs and step back, robbing her of the one thing she wants at this moment.

“You’ll have to do better than that, Puppet,” I draw out and back away until the back of my thighs hit the table in the middle of the room. Her footsteps get closer, and her hands find my muscled abdomen. They splay wide as she slides her fingers around to my hips, digging her nails into my skin.

“I want you,” she purrs. “I want you to fill my pussy and show me how I’m yours in every way.”

My dick jumps, and I thread my fingers through her tangled hair and angle her head back. “Puppet,” I moan. I want to see her lust-filled gaze staring up at me, to watch her lips part just before I close the distance between us.

Instead, I rely on my other senses—the heat blazing where her flesh ghosts mine. The tightness in her voice tells me she’s ready to explode at my touch.

“I’m yours, X. Show me what you do to those who belong to you.”

My hand flies to her throat, and I squeeze within an inch of her life. Her hands grip my forearm and dig into my skin. “That’s right, Puppet. You are mine. This cunt,” I say and drop my free hand to her soaked leggings. “Belongs to me. Your orgasms aren’t to be heard by anyone else. Your body is mine to do with what I want, and right now, I want you laid back on this table, legs spread wide, so I can bury my dick into your tight pussy and have you scream my name as your salvation.”

Her hips buck against my hand, and she whimpers. I lift her with nothing more than my hand spread between her legs and the other around her throat. My muscles flex under her weight as I sit her ass on the table and push her back until her head lands on the metal surface. I yank her leggings and underwear down, not caring if I rip them from her body. I have to fucking have her before my next breath, or I might not survive. Right now, I can’t focus on what shifted or when things changed; that’s unimportant.

Lining myself up, I pin her waist with my hand so she can’t move. I buck my hips, forcing her to take all of me in one thrust. Her cry is melodious, and I slide out, only to slam into her again, this time harder. She screams my name as her pussy tightens around my cock. Her inner walls spasm around me, begging my cock to fill her cunt with my cum.

“That’s right, baby,” I moan as she stretches around my shaft. My thumb finds her clit, and she’s writhing on the table, her desire seeping around the base of my cock. “You’re my good fucking girl, squeezing around my cock like that.” I press down on her sensitive bundle of nerves, and her nails rake down my arm, which keeps her hip in place as she whimpers.

“I want it,” she cries out into the darkness. “I want all of you.”

“And you’ll have me,” I state, slipping out of her and bending her legs so I can use her thighs to pull her pussy into me. My balls tighten, and I know I’m on the cusp of filling her cunt. Her fingers graze above my shaft, and my head spins at the vision of her working her clit in time with me, pistoling into her. What I wouldn’t give for the lights to flash just once so I can give my imagination a rest.

“I’m so close, X. Yes. Right there,” she mewls, and a carnal smile stretches my lips because I did it. I showed her what she was capable of. There is nowhere she will go that I won’t find her. Be damned any man who thinks they’re a match for her .

What happened with Seth will never happen again because the harbinger of death will be at her back, calling her home, seated on his dick every night.

I don’t have time to analyze those kinds of thoughts. Not with her writhing under me. Later. I’ll organize my shit and the job later.

Puppet cries out once more, and I roar as my cum shoots from my cock, coating her insides and filling her until it’s sliding down the crack of her tight little ass.

The air around us is still, and our panting breaths fill the room.

I slide my dick free and step out from between her soaked thighs, and lay on my back beside her.

“What now?” she asks, and I scoff, both of us smeared with sweat and blood.

“Are you trying to have the what-are-we speech?” Humor laces my tone, and I wonder if I’ve hit a mark.

“No. We’re past that, don’t you think? I meant we should get out of here before we’re found.”

Good. At least she doesn’t have any doubts. She belongs to me. I push myself up from the table and fumble around until I find my clothes and mask. Her body shuffles behind me, and I slide my mask over my face, flicking the light to help her see to get dressed.

I spot her underwear and lift them to my chest. “I’m keeping these,” I tell her, and she smirks at me.

Her tattered shirt hangs off her body, and she is the image of the goddess of death, full of empowerment and mischief. My puppet has changed tonight, and our fun is just beginning.