Knocked Up by the Killer

His fingers slid inside me and I let out a gasp. It was almost pathetic. I moaned his name and rolled my hips.

“Look at you,” he said. “One touch and you’re already throwing yourself at me. Come on, Elise. Stop pretending like you want me to just go away. What you really want is to give yourself to me, every inch of yourself, for as long as I want it.”

“Tanner,” I said. “You have no clue what you’re saying. You have no clue what it means to be a part of my life right now.”

“That baby’s mine,” he said. “And you’re mine. This dripping wet little pussy is mine. Your gorgeous body is mine. Those pouty lips? They’re mine too, especially when they’re wrapped around my cock.”

“It’s forever,” I said. “It’s a baby. It’s… it means… oh, fuck… being a father. Being there. Fuck, being there all day long.”

His fingers felt like heaven as they rolled around my clit then slid back inside. He fucked me with them, teased me with them, bit my lower lip.

I tried to argue, tried to get him to see, but I could barely think.

“I don’t care what it means,” he said. “I’ll make the sacrifices I have to make. And I’ll give you what you need.”

“You have to be better,” I moaned as his fingers continued to wreck me. “No more… fuck… killing. No more… hurting people.”

“I can do that.” He circled my clit as my back arched. He kissed my neck and teased me faster. “I can give you what you need. I can give you a man and a father for the baby. Give yourself over, stop pretending, stop denying, let me have it all.”

“Shit,” I moaned. “Tanner.” His fingers felt like heaven as he went faster and faster.

There was a sound inside the house.

I thought he’d stop. But instead, he kissed me deeper, pressed me harder against the wall, flattening us both into the darkness, and kept going. His finger rolled around my clit faster, faster, faster. I moaned and he covered my mouth with his hand.

My father was in the kitchen. I heard him cleaning up after my dinner. He was at the sink, maybe ten feet away at most.

Tanner kept going, finger rolling around my clit. I was pinned to the wall, my mouth covered by his hand, and I couldn’t take it anymore. His words rolled through my mind in echoes and fits and starts and, fuck, it was pure pleasure, it was too much. He wanted to be the father to my baby, he wanted to give me whatever I needed, and all I had to do was submit, give myself to him, and oh, god, it’s what I wanted more than anything.

I came like lightning and thunder on his fingers. I bit his palm and he let out a soft growl of pain but didn’t move. I bit down and came so hard I nearly blacked out. I released my teeth and he kept his hand there, covering my mouth.

I thought I tasted blood on my tongue.

I drooped against the wall. I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. The water at the sink stopped and the light in the kitchen snapped off as my father walked away.

Tanner waited, didn’t move. Then he pulled back and dropped his hand away. He smiled at me as he rubbed his palm.

“You bite like a demon,” he said.

“Sorry.” I leaned my head against the wall. “I just came so hard I think I blacked out.”

He laughed gently then ran a hand down my cheek. “Think about what I said.”

“Okay.” I chewed my lip as he turned and began to walk toward the back fence. “Wait.”

He paused and looked at me, head tilted. “Yeah?”

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve got some shit that needs to get done,” he said. “If you want me out of the game, then I’m going to get out. But first I need to make sure this situation resolves itself.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ve been talking to the wrong people,” he said. “It took me all this time to realize it. I kept thinking I could stay in their good graces if I didn’t go too far, but that was fucking dumb. It’s time to finish things.”

“Be careful,” I said. I felt stupid but the words meant something.

“I will.” He smiled at me then turned and jogged to the back fence. He jumped over it like it was nothing and disappeared into the night.

I lingered there for a while longer, getting myself together. His glass sat on the back table. I walked over and sat down. I thought about finishing the drink, thought about how good it would feel. But instead I just put my hand on my stomach and stared at it.

I opened the back door and went inside.