Page 45 of All Your Pain
“Don’t even try it. I’ve been tied up plenty since I got here.” Then she blushes hard and bites her lip again. I tug it free and she gasps.
“Don’t tempt me, little kitten,” I growl and she moves closer to me so she’s almost sitting on my lap. Her fingers dig into my thighs and I know she wants me just as much as I want her but I’m behind on work and spent the last few hours staring at a blank screen because all I could think about was what she was doing up here alone.
“Promise I’ll make you feel good later but right now I need to work.” I feel it as she physically and mentally draws back from me but I’m not letting her get away from me, I pull her back onto my lap and her legs wrap around me.
“Never said I was done with you. You're going to keep me company whilst I get my work done then, if you ask nicely, I might make you come.”
“Dean,” she moans against my lips and my cock's begging to be inside her but for once I’m trying to show some restraint. To prove a point to her or me I’m not sure.
I stand up and she clings tight to me as she lets out a small yelp.
“Put me down,” she laughs and her wriggling only makes her grind more against my cock. I know she feels it too, by the way her breaths turn into eager pants and her nipples harden against my chest. So fucking needy. She really is perfect.
“Were you not listening when I said I want you with me always? If I could live buried into you every second of the day I would. I’d stitch myself to your skin and keep your pussy so full of my cock until we both die of exhaustion.”
She gasps again and I can feel the heat radiating off her. “Dean, please,” she whines again and if this is what pain feels like I’m glad I’ve not had to deal with it before because this is excruciating.
With a slap to her ass she starts to settle down and clings to me as I carry her downstairs into my office. I watch her closely as she takes the space in. It’s bare compared to the rest of the house, not like I have much in the way of knick knacks or sentimental items anyway.
The things I own are either practical or functional. That gives me an idea.
I adjust her on my lap so she’s sat sideways and I can still access my keyboard then I say, “I didn’t really bother decorating in here or any of the house really so if there’s anything you don’t like or want to change then we can do that.”
“Really? But it’s your space,” she says as she keeps taking the room in.
“No, sweet girl, it’s our space. Our home.”
Willow’s eyes snap to mine and her lips part slowly. I’m starting to realize just how much this girl is like me. She may have had everything I didn't have growing up, a real home and the security of money, but it all means nothing when the person that was meant to care for her did the exact opposite.
Simply offering my space to her is like I’ve given her everything but it barely scratches the surface of what my sweet girl deserves.
If I could, I’d give her the earth, the stars and everything in between. All I have to offer her is my twisted concept of love and the vow of keeping her safe forever.
“Okay, I’ll think about it. I don’t know the first thing about interior design though.”
“If you like, when I’m finished on here, we can look at it together, like furniture and shit like that.” I run a hand through my hair and try not to make this awkward since I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.
With Willow, everything’s brand new.
She’s more than just someone to fuck, she has feelings and for some reason I care about them more than my own.
She leans her head against my shoulder and I tense for a brief second before letting her soft body melt my own. “Sure. What even is your work? I don’t see why you’d need a computer to kill people. Do you have a second job?”
I tap my keyboard and the computer screen comes back to life. Then I open up the shortcuts to everything I use to plan out a job.
My current contract is a simple one and like the others I’ve undertaken recently it’s close enough to home that I won’t need to leave Willow alone for too long.
“This is what I use to track down the people I’ve been hired to kill. I find their information, like social security number, birth certificate, bank records, then I use that to trace where they’ve been recently and get an idea of where they’ll be when I need to complete the job.”
“What did this guy do to deserve it?” Willow leans closer to the screen and scans the information I’ve brought up. “Dean, it says he has a wife and two kids. You can’t kill him.”
“It’s never that simple, Willow. You should know that. Look.” I open up his social media pages that I’ve hacked into and she simply shrugs.
“They look like a happy family.”
“Exactly.” She frowns at me like she’s still not getting it.
With a sigh I lean back and wrap my arms around her waist. “Willow, baby, this is exactly what your father’s social media looks like. Just like so many others it’s all fake. This guy, Steven Mellow, he’s an accountant with the perfect white picket fence life but his wife is the one that put the hit out on him.”