Author's note:
This chapter contains a brief scene of sexual activity. If that is your reason for reading, you may stop following the series after it occurs.
This chapter contains a brief scene of violence, threats of violence, and cruel language and behavior. If that bothers you, please stop reading after the sex scene.
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I'm lost to release you
No heaven waits for us my sweet
I'll follow your demise to hell and beyond
We will meet again
In life or in death
- Eurydice, Sleepthief
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Gary woke me up. I'd shifted away from him in the middle of the night, and he woke me up by spooning against me, sliding one arm under my neck to pull me close by my shoulder, his other hand sliding down to cup my vulva.
I could feel his morning wood trapped between the cheeks of my ass, and I ground back against it. "Good morning, daddy," I told him playfully.
"Yes, it is." His lips found the crook of my neck and his middle finger began a slow, delicious stroke of my cuntlips. It felt like every nerve was a firecracker, and he was dragging a match across each fuse. I could feel myself growing hotter, that delicious anxiety growing in my stomach, and lower. Wetness was dragged from the entrance of my cunt up my sensitive flesh, heightening every single sensation, and then Gary was drawing circles over my clit, teasing the sensitive bead with slick fingertips.
All I could do was grind against him, against the bed. "I've missed this," I whined. "Please don't stop, please don't stop..."
"I missed it too, babygirl. I missed you so much."
Suddenly he wasn't behind me. Gary pushed me flat on the bed and there was a straining moment of flesh against flesh, and I felt his heat and solidity stretch my insides open, gliding through the wetness he'd drawn from me. Hands pinned mine to the bed, and I grinned naughty at him as I wrapped my legs around his ass before he could pin those too.
We were moving together, hips retreating and slamming and the way he ground upon me as his cock filled my empty, yearning cunt made me cry out as colors burst behind my eyelids and pleasure contracted every muscle in me and my body fought against his strength and weight to get free, to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING.
Warm and wet exploded inside me, an extra millimeter of depth and width as daddy strained forward to fill me, and I stared up at his beautiful face, locked in a grimace of pleasure as he tensed, pulsed his cum into me. "I love you," I whispered.
I whispered it to the ceiling.
The bed was empty. Gary wasn't here. Would never be here again.
I rose and dressed, picking out my favorite clothes very deliberately. That pair of black jeans. That tank top under that black shirt. I made the bed, and the room looked sterile, a model. Un-lived-in. I slid my worn-in boots on, looked at my feet. They had followed me everywhere.
I wouldn't need the Colt, so I locked it in the safe. Sienna had the combination. Rows and rows of guns and magazines, all lovingly curated by the man I loved, for the express purpose of defending himself and me. He'd never touch them again.
What a waste.
I grabbed my collar and a couple of items from the dresser, stuffed them in my backpack, avoided thinking about the last time they'd been used.
Sienna was eating breakfast with Jane at the table, and there was a bowl of cereal waiting for me on the table. "How'd you sleep?" I asked.
"Decent. You?"
"Rested." I munched for a while. "I've got something I need to say."
Sienna stiffened. "Ok..."
"I've been in contact with the police, and we're going to try to trap Morgan today."
"Seriously? How?"
"I'm gonna meet him, make him think I have the flash drive, they're gonna arrest him. It's happening around noon."
"Jess, that's dangerous. Can't they - "
I cut her off. "It's done. We're doing it here, so I need to get you two out of the house. Can you be ready to go by nine? Police start setting up at eleven."
"Yeah, but..."
"No buts. I want you as far away as possible. I'm gonna minimize the part you've played in this. You're our housekeeper. Morgan's former girlfriend. He thinks you have something you don't. That's it. Period, end of story. I booked you an AirBnb, you can wait there." I reached out and covered her hand with mine. "By the end of the day, this will all be over. I promise."
She was hyperventilating, and I squeezed her hand. "Trust me. I got this."
The drive out to the country house took an hour. We packed toys and Jane helped me make sandwiches for them. She seemed bubbly, excited, not even noticing the cast on her hand.
In the car, we listened to kid's music, sugary sparkly rhyming garbage, and I smiled at the little girl bouncing around in her car seat with the songs. The music was irritating as fuck, but at least it made her happy. The world outside was the complete opposite, gray and brown and muted green, a messy vista of dead fields and highway and bare forests, soaking up another day of rain. The windshield wipers squeaked with every window-clearing pass, a metronome of annoyance slowly ticking in the bubblegum pop music entertaining Jane.
I let us into the farmhouse, and we looked around. The owners had decorated it for Christmas, and Jane bounded around looking at little sleighs and nutcrackers, peering under pine trees and barely heeding her mother's calls to be careful. Sienna and I inspected the quiet house, all the rooms in the gorgeous home. Maybe if Gary had lived, he and I would've gotten a house like this in Wyoming or Colorado.
Sienna looked around the large master bedroom, warmly appointed in dark wood and flannel."This place is COZY."
"Yeah, that's what I was looking for."
"So you're working with the police? They're gonna use you and my flash drive as bait, try and trap him in the house?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Something like that."
"What I'm having a hard time understanding is why they didn't want my help. I'm the only one who knows him. You just met him that one time, were unconscious when he broke into the house."
"Tried to keep you out of it." I kept my voice neutral.
"So why not put us up in a hotel? Why...trap us...out in the country in this house? It's like fifty miles to anywhere, and I'm not gonna have a car." She checked her phone. "No bars. I can't call anyone either. You want to get us out of the way a few hours, there's any number of hotels in Milwaukee where we'll be a lot more accessible in case police want to talk, which they WILL."
I glared daggers at her. "See, wait - "
"The way I figure it, you're either turning us in to Morgan, which I don't believe you ever would, or you're gonna try and face him yourself. Either way, I'm not playing along." She tried to push past me and I blocked her exit. "C'mon Jane, we're leaving!"
"Sienna, this is done. This is happening." I struggled with her, trying to hold her back from the door. She was strong, but I was stronger, and I flung her back against the bed.
"I'm not going back to Morgan, and I'm not letting one more person die for me. Gary is my fault, you won't be too!" Tears sprung from her eyes, dripped down over her enraged face. "I can't!"
She leaped to tackle me and I locked up with her in a clinch, her hands on the collar of my leather jacket.
Fuck. I'd hoped not to do this.
I snapped my baton open, exploited the bend in her elbows to force us down. She howled as the metal pressed into her burned arm. I pulled us to the ground, got the baton across her throat, held her from behind, struggling and thrashing as I locked in the choke with a hand in her fine blonde hair. "C'mon, See, it doesn't have to be this way..."
She threw elbows back into my ribs, and I forced the rod down, cutting off her air.
Eventually, she stopped thrashing, and I rolled her limp body off me, lay back for a moment, resting. That had been slightly difficult.
I checked her pulse, ran downstairs and got my backpack from the kitchen counter. Sienna was still unconscious when I returned, and I pulled the self-bondage restraints from the bag. Heavy, thick metal, each set with a computerized lock, I secured them around her wrists and ankles after muscling her up onto the bed. I set the timer for eight tonight.
That'd be enough time.
Jane shrieked at the sight of her sleeping mother, and I shushed the little blonde girl. "It's ok, she's just napping. You need to be quiet, ok?"
"Ok."
I put snacks and some toys on the master bathroom floor, gave Jane a new coloring book and crayons, and put Sienna's cell phone in the top dresser drawer. All set.
I looked down at the unconscious blonde one last time. I felt ugly, dirty, stained. Messy. I hated having to do this.
I couldn't bring myself to look in on Jane again. I couldn't have kids of my own, didn't have a partner to have them with anymore. Seeing her again would break my heart.
It would weaken my resolve.
I shut the bedroom door, found a chair and wedged it under the doorknob. In the kitchen I leaned against the counter, took a breath. Everything was falling into place. I knew what the ending looked like now.
My collar felt heavy when I pulled it from my backpack, and I turned the black on black leather over in my hands. I reached up and slid it around my neck, struggled to work the clasp under my chin.
It occurred to me, I'd never put it on myself. Gary had always collared me.
Fuck.
If I died today, I wanted to be wearing it. It was as close to a wedding ring as Gary had ever given me. As close as I'd ever wanted.
I let myself remember the times he'd put this on me, and my vision blurred. I blinked back the tears, wiped my eyes on my sleeve.
I left a letter and my baton on the counter, took another moment just to breathe, and walked out into the rain.
It didn't seem possible, but the day looked to have gotten darker, clouds thickening, turning blacker and heavier.
Appropriate.
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