Come To Me (Owned 3)

Lenny had a problem with swallowing, so I didn't force my come down her throat. I probably should have. Maybe the pain from swallowing would have finally etched it into her fucking head that she couldn’t do shit like this, but I pulled out just as I was about come. My cock twitched in my hand and I watched as my semen spurted all over her lips, her skin, her closed lids.

When it was over she lay gasping, eyes still closed as my come covered her mouth, her throat. For that moment it was perfect.

So I shattered it.

I spun her over, shoving my still hard cock into her cunt before she could respond. I groaned the minute my cock felt her wet pussy. She was always wet, always wanting, like a perfect fucking fit. Lenny tried to look back at me but I grabbed her by the neck and shoved her face forward again.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked here on the ground like some fucking animal?”—For someone else to find you?—“I can do that Lenny.” I grunted, pushing my cock deeper into her. “I can fuck you hard. I can make you bleed for me. I can take you so hard you won’t know if you’re crying from pleasure or pain.”

The sound of Lenny’s nails scratching on the concrete echoed in the room. Her small, breathless pants let me know I was getting her worked up. Lenny was a screamer, though. If it didn’t sound like I was murdering her, I wasn’t doing my job. I ripped her up against me, pulling at her neck and hair until she was flush against my chest.

Her face was now covered in dirt and semen.

“Say you want it like this. Say you want to be fucked like a whore.”

“I want to be fucked like a whore,” Lennox breathed.

“Scream it,” I demanded.

“I want to be fucked like a whore!” she screamed and her voice pitched. I let go of her and she fell back down to the concrete, then I slapped her ass and pulled her close. I could have come right then, to the sound of her small, pitiful scratching and the look of her ass, red and round against my cock. I could have come again, but I wanted to feel her twitching and moaning and whimpering.

I wanted her useless.

So I could use her more.

“Come,” I demanded. Lennox whimpered in response. “I said come!” I slapped her ass again before snaking a hand around to her clit. I pressed my finger against it before drawing it down. She shook against me.

Overcome. That’s the word I would use to describe that moment. Overcome with rage, with lust, with anger, with fear. I was overcome with myself, then later I would be overcome with the need to forget it.

I carried Lenny out of the now burning building behind me. Maybe you’re thinking it was a little unnecessary to burn the whole fucking thing, but fire is used to cleanse. That building needed to be cleansed, for Lenny and my’s sake.

Thinking back, it was always for our sake, and maybe that was the problem. The minute we came together, we disregarded everything else. Even then, I disregarded the effect a massive burning effigy might have, just because I wanted to feel some sort of catharsis. Of course the fire wasn’t what caused it all; it wasn’t like Alice saw the fire and declared what was to be right then. In the end, the fire would be a harbinger.

I opened the car door, careful not to bump Lenny’s head, and placed her inside. She looked peaceful, and for a moment I contemplated driving off and setting her someplace where she would never see me again. Maybe a beach, or maybe that purple painted house.

Everything was so fucked.

Behind me a building raged in hues of tangerine and vermillion; before me a woman slept. Even though she seemed calm, I knew the fire inside her was so much deadlier. I shut the passenger door, getting one last look at the lusty fire consuming everything in its wake. It would burn up and out soon, leaving nothing but ash. I doubted the fire department would do anything save make sure it didn’t spread.

The smoke now grew thick in the air as I walked to the driver’s side and hopped in. Lenny was somehow sound asleep. I sighed and turned on the ignition. It wasn’t beyond me that Lenny was passed out not because of my amazing skills in the sack, but because she had taken some kind of drug again.

As I pulled away, I reached over and felt below her jaw. Her skin was clammy but her pulse was strong. Sighing again, I shook my head and drove toward our apartment.

I wasn’t sure when the tail started, but you could be sure that was what it was. One way to identify a tail is to drive a very obscure route. Well, I started going down weird streets, turning into odd neighborhoods, all that shit. The red car followed me.

Don’t even get me started on the fact that this asshole was driving a red car.

He must have been an amateur.

I turned into a parking lot, expecting the guy to drive past. Even the dumbest follow knows not to continue their tail into a parking lot. So when he followed me, I knew he was either looking to give me some information or kill me.

Lucky him, I was in the mood to take a few punches.

I got out of the car at the same time as the asshole. Wearing a s

et of inconspicuous khakis, a green sweater, and a red beanie, he approached like fucking Christmas.

“What the fuck do you want?” I growled, shoving him against the car.