After Dark

“Maybe it’s time to cut ties with one another.”

“No! I’m—I’m so—sorry. It’s my fault,” she struggles to speak. I loosen my grip slightly but not by much. It’s enough to let her get her next few words out.

“I’ll do better,” she cries as a combination of hope and panic swirls across her features. Her eyes move back and forth between mine, like the pendulum of a metronome. Thinking of the clicking, tick-tock noise that I’ve known ever since I was a young boy helps my body to relax a little bit. She can sense it and her features loosen up slightly as well, hoping that I am not going to hurt her any further than I already have.

The rush I get whenever I come down off of a violent episode always makes me hard; this time is no exception. I lower my head until our noses touch and begin to rub my pelvis against hers.

She can feel my hard cock against her and her eyes grow wide again.

“You want to do better?” I ask her.

She swallows her fear and nods her head.

“Say it.”

“Yes, I want to do better.”

“Don’t move,” I warn her.

I get off of her and press play on the recording device. I press the repeat button so her new melody will play over and over again until I am finished. I kick the bench out of the way when I return to where she is laying on the ground. She hasn’t moved one inch.

“Good girl.”

Standing, I straddle her and bend over, pulling down the sweatpants I brought her. Tears slip from the corners of her eyes and roll down toward her ears on each side of her face. I lift the hem of her t-shirt and drag it over her head. Her fingers get caught on the sleeves of the shirt as I pull it off of her torso and she cries out in pain. She lays still underneath me. She is so beautiful.

Sliding my shoes off my feet, I unbutton my pants and kick them both to the side once I have them off. Laying my body on top of hers, she lets out another sob.

“Shhh… it won’t hurt, I promise. You’ve had enough pain today.”

I run the tip of my cock through the slit between her legs and, despite her fear, there is moisture that has pooled there.

“See, some part of you likes this.” I say to her with a smile.

Her eyes shut, but it doesn’t keep the tears from pouring harder out of them. Instinctively, she moves her hand to cover her face, and cries out in pain once more.

I continue to rub my cock through her slit, pushing in a little further each time until I am perfectly lined up with her entrance.

I lean my head down and lick some of the tears from her face as I enter her.

Closing my eyes, I think about Bodhi once more. About being inside of him, craving the warmth of his body around my cock. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.

I will claim him—willingly or not.

Chapter 8

His name is Dionysus and hers is Persephone.

That’s what they tell me anyway and I know it’s the liquor coursing through their veins making them think that they’re gods.

I decided to make their acquaintance when I watched the sloppy little girl crawl under the table to give her companion a noisy blow job. It wasn’t the act itself that got my attention, it was the wanting to save Baby Jane from seeing the clusterfuck that I ended up having to witness.

I went into the restroom, called my superior, and let them know that I wouldn’t be back for the evening. I told them that I got sick on the diner food, which isn’t farfetched at all, and I was excused from work since it’s been a slow night anyway.

I’ve been sitting at their booth for twenty minutes, eating the rest of my meatloaf quietly while they half cuddle, half cradle each other across from me, staring.

They didn’t ask for my company, but I find that sometimes imposing oneself on the unwilling can work much better than asking for permission.

“So, what did you say your name was again?” he slurs. I glance up from my half-finished meal in time to watch him wipe the excess saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. My gaze then wanders over to the Queen of the Underworld reincarnated, who’s watching me with a vacant stare and a half open mouth.