The Games We Play

28. Twenty-Seven - Tess

Twenty-Seven - Tess

Beady-Eyed-Brady’s pleas for mercy were music to my ears until X’s moans interlaced to make the most beautiful sonnet ever to exist. I salivate as I watch the pre-cum bead at the tip of his dick through my phone.

Standing at Professor Brady’s back, I widen my stance and lean forward to run my fingers across the blood smearing his chest as it drips from his now missing eye. Well, not missing per se, just gouged and beyond use. He’s had the audacity to pass out already, and the fun is just beginning. I hover my lips just outside his ear as X’s hand wraps around his cock and moves in slow, tantalizing motions from base to tip. My pussy clenches, pissed that his hand is getting the action it so desperately wants.

After his text, I decided to make the most of having his attention. I’ll be damned if he thinks I’ll be easy to forget.

“It’s fucking delicious, isn’t it?” I whisper and Brady mewls something I can’t make out. “I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say? ”

“P—please, Tess. I w—won’t touch anyone else. I’ll quit. J—just let me g—go.”

I sigh deeply and drop my hand between my thighs and rub my clit through my thin leggings.

“What if I asked you to touch me?” I inquire and X’s motions stop.

“I don’t—” I cut off Brady’s words with my knife to his lips.

“Am I not attractive enough to get an A in your class?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “No—I mean, you’re exquisite—I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Puppet…” X says with death in his tone. “If he touches you…”

I flick my hair over my shoulder and glance at my phone.

“What if I asked you to kiss me, Professor Brady ?”

X growls his disapproval, which only eggs me on. I spin and drop to my knees in front of Brady. He shakes as he gazes down at me with his one good eye.

“Kiss me,” I point to my cheek. “Right here.”

A commotion comes from my phone and I imagine X is adjusting it for a better view. Unsteadily, with his hands still bound behind his back, Brady presses his vile and cold lips to my cheek. I suppress the shudder that itches under my skin, and he leans back in a defeated slump of flesh and bones.

“And here,” I say, pointing to the hollow of my neck. His blood, sweat, and tears of pain and begging glisten against my skin.

“How does it feel to have all your power taken away?” I ask as I grip his limp cock in my hand and squeeze. Brady squirms, but his fight is useless. He has nowhere to run.

“What do you want from me?” He purses his lips and tightly closes his eyes, avoiding looking at me .

“I just want to pass your class,” I pout in a whiny girl accent. “Please Professor, I’ll do whatever you want.” I slide my hand up and down his shaft, and his body shudders as he hardens. “You like that, Professor?” I coo and squeeze at the base, forcing him to moan. His body betrays him as it responds to my touch. Pre-cum beads at the tip as he hardens under my hand and I quicken my pace.

“No, stop. Please,” he says, but it comes out breathy and he bites on his lip as I keep going, stripping him of his desires and pleasure, ripping them from his soul like Seth did mine. There’s no place in this world for men like him. After tonight, there will be one less monster.

I keep pumping my hand, and with my knife, I leave lines of blood across his pecs and chest. Brady screams in pain, but the sound morphs to pleasure. He begs me to stop to the point he’s sobbing as cum shoots from his dick. I smear it across his body to wipe my hand clean and laugh at his pathetic state.

“All those girls who felt like they didn’t have a choice or the ability to say no… This is for them.”

I let go of his dick and grab my blade with both hands and sink into his thigh. I remove it before he can register what happened, only to sink it into his opposite leg.

Throwing my head back at his pain, I twist to see my phone screen, to make sure X is still watching. He’s working his dick at a quickened pace, and I want to hump the pillow just to get friction against my aching clit and throbbing pussy.

“Imagine it’s my pussy tightening around your cock and my lips that your mouth is devouring,” I say while stabbing Brady’s stomach and carving his chest. The fucker has passed out again, but I don’t stop .

“Fuck, Puppet. Don’t make me come looking at your back,” X says from behind me and my cheeks heat with equal amounts of pleasure and satisfaction.

I got to him. I fucking got to him and it’s exhilarating.

Pushing to my feet, I drag my knife across Brady’s rising and falling chest, leaving a red line of blood in my path. I fist his thin hair and pull his head back, exposing this neck.

“Die, you sack of shit,” I spit and drag my blade clear across his throat. Blood spurts and sprays across the floor in front of him, and I let his sagging body fall to the floor with a thud.

I pant and adrenaline pumps through every cell of my body. My attention flicks to my phone and X squeezes the base of his shaft just as his cock jumps and cum shoots from the tip and drips down his erection.

“I want to lick you clean,” I mewl, wishing he was in this room.

“I want your hot mouth wrapped around my cock as I shove it down your throat,” he moans, and I squeeze my thighs together.

“So greedy,” I tease and pick up my phone to make my escape. “Too bad you aren’t here.”

Smiling, I look around at the blood bath I’ve created. The rest of the house didn’t fare much better because, in his defense, he put up a hell of a fight, even drunk.

“You don’t need to linger. I’ll make a call for a clean-up. Go home, Puppet.”

“Merry Christmas X,” I say with a saccharine tone and hang up.

I slip out the back door where I came in, a shadow into the night with no trace that I was me.