Morally Grey

by Lauren Biel

What a strange woman I’ve forced my presence upon. She looks positively rabid. Attractive as fuck, but rabid.

“I want to make something very clear, Briar. The arrangement you believe you have is not the arrangement you have in actuality. My legs may be shackled, but my hands are very much not. If I want to strangle the life from your lungs and snatch that key from your pocket, I will.” He leans closer, until his breath is close enough to send goosebumps over my skin. “You have a tame tiger in the basement. Tame, but not domesticated. You’d do well to remember that.”

“A tiger, huh?” I flick a quiff of dark hair from his forehead. “You’re looking more like a house cat to me.”

“Yeah, like edging. If you started beating your dick, I’d shock you each time you got close to coming.” “Wanna try it?” he says, and his hands go toward his pants. With bated breath, I wait for him to reveal his cock. I’m curious, what can I say? Fucking shoot me. But then his jaw drops, and he looks up at me. “You were going to let me pull it out!” “What? No I wasn’t!” I hurry to my feet and start for the door.

Stop that. She’s not cute. She abducted you.

“Sit on my face, little psycho,” he growls, and the vibration rumbles against me.

He slaps my thigh, and I release the chain. “What?” “You aren’t sitting hard enough. I don’t want to breathe when you release that chain. Fucking sit on my face.” If he wants to die buried in my pussy, who am I to deny his dying wish?

Even as he smacks my thigh to let me know he’s suffocating, I can’t stop this orgasm he started. My knuckles whiten as I squeeze the headboard, and the chain wrapped around my hand begins to pinch my flesh. My entire body tenses before relaxing in the most surreal way I’ve never felt. Then I realize he’s digging his nails into my thighs.

“Oh, sorry!” I say as I unwrap the chain and lean back so he can breathe. “There’s worse . . . ways to go . . . I guess,” he says through gasps of air.

“This mask gave you the confidence you needed to commit that murder, so it stands to reason that it could help you now, in much the same way. For whatever reason, you think that fucking me is wrong, just like you knew killing that woman was wrong. I want you to put on the mask and repeat history. Make my body a fucking crime scene, Grey.”

I reach up and raise the bottom of his mask. His full lips pop out from beneath the fabric, and he drags me into him by my hair, bringing my mouth to his. I pull away from the kiss and bite his lip. “Do you like how I ride you, killer?”

Grey sits up and spreads my legs wider. “You want this killer’s dick? Every inch of it?” “Please,” I whimper. He impales me on his cock as he pistons in and out of my poor pussy. I bite my lip to stop screaming, and he pins my arms above my head. “I want you to fill me,” I whimper, my voice growing hoarse. “You want a big, bad killer to come inside you?”

He wraps a hand around my throat, and like the slut I am, I lean into his grasp.

“You have fucked-up fetishes,” he says against my mouth. “Don’t kink shame me, asshole. I apologized. You’re the one who went all-in with it. A big, bad killer, huh?” “Shut your pretty mouth,” he says before kissing me again. “Let’s not talk about what just happened. I made you come, so you can’t turn me in now.”

He bites his bottom lip and groans as I drop into my chair, spread my legs, and rub my clit through my panties. “Touch me,” I whisper. “Make me feel good before you hurt me. If you have to leave, then give me something to remember you by.” “Psycho,” he whispers.

My brain goes to weird places, like him actually killing me. Keeping me as some weird sex doll he can selfishly use whenever he wants. I want him to be that obsessed with me. As obsessed as I am with him. I would keep his body around too. Not for sex, but to talk about my day with and share stories with until he rots away in my bed.

He’s bad for me. I’m bad for him. And I know damn well that we can’t stay together after this. “Come back to me, little psycho,” he says. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop it.”

“I want you to come on my cock again, little psycho. Squeeze every drop from a killer’s dick.”

“Grey, it has come to our attention that you have a past due balance. To avoid legal action, please make a deposit at our nearest facility.” She slaps her pussy and smiles at me.

“Put it on,” she begs. “Once you make me come again, I’ll pay attention and be a good girl. I promise.”

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, little psycho,” I growl. “Even prettier when you’re about to come.”

“Such a good fucking psycho,” I grit out.

And maybe I’m just procrastinating because I really don’t want to die. I just don’t want to live anymore.

“You keep living. That’s what you do.” I step closer and kneel in front of her, then take her hands in mine. “You don’t live for a man. You don’t live for a house or your freedom. You don’t live for anything other than Briar. No matter what happens, you have to promise me you’ll keep living. Be a thorn in someone’s side, little psycho, even if it’s not mine.”