She turns slightly and follows the direction of my nod, her gaze falling on the table. She pulls her arms away from me as she walks over and perches in one of the chairs, then glances at me expectantly.
That’s one of the things I love about her—she trusts me unconditionally and if I told her I wanted to play another game of Russian Roulette like we had after the first time we fucked, she’d load the bullet, and spin the chamber herself. It was a stupid fucking thing to do, but we both only went once, and I just had to be sure that this was a commitment we were both willing to make to each other.
A fast and wicked life together or death at our own hands.
There’s no in-between for us, nor should there be. Not with the shit I know we’re capable of doing.
I take a deep breath and walk to the table, pulling out one of the chairs next to her and sitting down before I flip the box open again.
“Here,” I say, holding a small piece of paper out toward her. I gently push her hand away from her mouth before she has a chance to try and consume it. “That one is for me,” I tell her with a smile. “This one is for you.”
I hold the paper up to her line of sight and her eyes widen with excitement. I think Molly understands more than she likes to let on, but she gets a kick out of me babying her, so she doesn’t really show her true self unless she has to.
“On the count of three,” I tell her softly, holding the magic against her lips.
“One.”
She opens her mouth and I do the same.
“Two.”
Molly slides her tongue slowly out of her mouth, barely able to contain herself at what’s to possibly come next.
“Three.”
I open my mouth and as she places the small, square paper on my tongue, I do the same to her. She closes her eyes and I reach for her, pulling her close as I put the cigarette out on the kitchen table.
Tonight is going to be a glorious start to something that should have begun a long time ago, and this will help us lose our inhibitions and be our true, animalistic selves.
The Father
Molly
Pike pulls the car up to the open brick building that looms over the small town as if it’s a savior. I know it’s not. It’s a fucked-up place where people think they’re being cleansed of sins, when all they’re doing is covering up the filth they have plaguing their minds.
I giggle.
“You okay, baby girl?” Pike questions, his hand on my thigh, squeezing it which makes me whimper with need. He fucked me this morning, two hours ago exactly. I watched the clock on our bedside table as I bounced on his thick pierced dick and made sure that when we got here, he’d be ready for another good, hard fuck.
He has that look on his face. A sinful smirk.
“I’ve never been happier, Daddy,” I murmur, making sure to use the nickname I’ve given him. Even though we’re not meant to be doing the things we do, I can’t help but crave his touch, the way he makes me scream and moan.
“Good girl. Now, let’s go,” he exits the car, leaving me staring at his ass that’s hugged in a pair of dark jeans. He opens my door, offering his tattooed hand and I slip my fingers through his. The sun is still high in the sky when we walk into the building that’s dimly lit with candles.
The stained-glass windows make it seem even darker than it really is, but the shards of colorful light that follow us as we step inside make for a beautiful rainbow. I love rainbows.
“Little Miss Molly, lost her dolly,” I pout. “She’s in the chair, with her legs in the air. She doesn’t like to come to church because that’s where she gets hurt.” A giggle bubbles in my chest when Pike glances my way, shaking his head at my rhyme.
I know he loves it really. He loves me. I remember the day he first reached for me. When he slipped into bed and curled himself around me. His body cocooned under the pink comforter my mother always insisted I use.
“Baby girl,” Pike warns. “We need to sit down and pray before you can sing.” His tone is so serious, I’m sure he’s trying to be a real Daddy to me now. But it’s okay, he likes being in charge. He likes making me a good girl for him.
“I know,” I shrug as we wander through the building, finding it barren. I spy candles sitting on the altar, flames dancing in the low lights. Pike saunters over to one of the pews, settling himself before turning to me.