“Oh God! I’m so sorry,” she cries looking over my damaged skin.
I reach for the belt, snatching it from her, and grab her wrist with my other hand, dragging her towards me. I wrap the belt around her throat and pull the strap through the buckle then push her back on the bed. Pulling her jeans and panties away from her body, I unzip my own and pull my hard cock free and lay between her thighs. Gripping the belt strap, I pull, tightening it, and her hands go to her throat, trying to loosen it. I lean over her and watch her face turn a delicious, flushed red, her eyes watering and creating tears for me to lick up. “Look how easy it is to fuck you. No wonder he came to your room.” I push inside her. “You’re dripping wet, Jodie. You’re such a dirty little girl who loves a big cock taking her little cunt whenever they want.”
Her gurgles make me laugh. I loosen the belt slightly to hear what she has to say.
“I didn’t want him in my room!” she cries as I thrust into her.
“Of course you didn’t,” I mock, fucking her harder.
Her hands reach for the belt around her throat again and I grab them in one hand and lick at the scars there. Her hips lift to meet my thrusts and her cries become moans. I pull my cock out of her and slap her pussy a few times before pushing three fingers inside her, then four. She screams in pleasure and her pussy floods my fingers and the bed with her come.
“You’re a gusher, sweet little Jodie.”
Getting up onto my knees I pull at the strap, raising her with me and forcing her head to look between her legs. “You wet the fucking bed you disgusting little girl.” She whimpers as I lower her mouth to my cock. “Suck your sin from my cock.”
Her tongue laps at me like an obedient dog. Pushing my cock down her throat I tighten the strap on the belt, making her gag and choke, her throat closing plugged by my cock making me come. I pull out and grip her wrist so my come can empty all over her criss cross scars while she drags air into her lungs.
“Now get out. I have to shower.”
OVER THE FEW WEEKS OF watching Cereus from afar I’ve learned of her distaste for others. Her mind wanders and she often zones out when in the crowd of people she chooses to spend time with. There’s one girl she’s always with, and it’s her I’ve followed today. She has ink black hair with a streak of purple through it, a nose ring and a lip ring. Her clothes are similar to Cereus’ only she carries more weight around her middle and is a few inches shorter so they hang differently on her. She always comes to this liquor store after school so it’s here I make a recurring visit, and make my interest known with smirks in her direction. Her parents must own the place because she comes and goes freely into the back room. Her eyes clash with mine as I enter and she bumps into some stacked bottles of wine, making them sway, and one topples from the top. She cringes and jumps but I move quickly, grabbing the bottle before it can smash to the floor.
“Nearly,” I joke.
“Oh my God, thank you. I’m so clumsy when I’m around hot guys.”
She’s forward and it takes me slightly off guard. I’ve been around Jodie too long. Her eyes devour me while she smacks her chewing gum around in her mouth.
“Is that right?” I ask.
“Sure is. I’ve seen you in here a couple of times now. You new to the area?”
I turn my back on her and begin walking down the aisle, speaking over my shoulder. “You sure you’re not a stalker?”
She giggles and follows me. “My Dad owns this place so I get a feel for the regular Joes and you’re becoming one.”
“Is that so? Maybe you should steer clear of me then. Can’t be good news if I’m a regular at a booze shop.” I wink and she blushes and moves closer.
“I’m a bad news kinda girl anyway.”
This is easier than I thought.
“You’re a little young to be flirting with me, aren’t you?”
“I can be as old or as young as you want me to be. I don’t discriminate against age.”
I nod and offer her a piece of paper with my number on it.
“You’re only as old as the person you’re fucking, right?” I say, to Gauge if she’s all talk but she snatches the paper and enters my number into her phone. “Exactly, and I’m nineteen.”
Ha, she’s a little liar as well. How did she end up so close to my niece? They seem worlds apart. Guess I’ll be spending time finding out.
I CAN’T CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING other than my brother being free and out there to do damage. Fear is not something I’m used to but it lives inside me constantly since his release. Not fear for myself, but for Melody, and for him learning about Cereus. I want to pack them both up and flee somewhere far away so he can never find them. I won’t have Melody knowing of his freedom. I found a letter from the hospital addressed to me but she had it in her pile by mistake; I ripped it up and hid it from her. She’s completely oblivious that he’s out there and that I’ve been tracking her car every time she leaves the house. I have the school on alert without letting my wife or daughter know and the deceit is eating away at our once impenetrable bond. She’s growing tired of my darkened mood with no explanation other than work is wearing on me.
I used my resources to locate him, and I keep an eye on his movements as much as I can but he doesn’t seem to do much. He leaves occasionally, taking the subway somewhere, and returns an hour later with shopping. He attends all his counseling sessions and is supposedly well liked amongst the others where he’s staying. They don’t know my brother like I do, though. They don’t know what a world-class manipulator he is. He molds and conforms to the person he’s with. He can be your best friend, your boyfriend or your brother, and you would never know the demon is sitting there staring at you and designing your demise, until it’s too late.
“Dad!” I startle at Cereus shouting at me across the kitchen counter and nearly drop my mug of now cold coffee.
“What, baby girl?”
“I need some money. I’m going to the mall with Stacy.”
“So you don’t need money, you just want money?” I smile a tired smile at her and she shrugs and offers a wink.
“If you want me to eat, I need money.”
That’s fair enough.
“I’ll drop you off if you like. I’m going to meet Sean for coffee,” Mel tells her as she walks into the room. She looks beautiful in her casual jeans and basic white t-shirt. Her hair flows free down her back, and the sun bleeding in through the window highlights the natural red strands she denies having.
“How is Sean?” I ask, placing my mug in the sink and stalking over to my wife. “He’s fine. He thinks Jeremy is going to propose tonight and needs me to calm his nerves and keep his feet on the ground.”
She busies herself with her purse, adding her wallet and sunglasses to it. I inhale the fruity scent she’s spritzed over her skin and burrow into her neck from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“I’ll be home early tonight. We can all go out for dinner if you like?” I murmur.
“Count me out! I’m busy,” Cereus informs us.
“Busy doing . . . ?” I prompt.
“Band practice at Lucy’s.”
I like Lucy and she only lives a few doors up from us. When Cereus decided to join her band I was pleased she’s hanging out with other friends that aren’t Stacy.
“Dinner at home then.” I waggle my brows, gaining me a gagging face from our daughter and a little giggle from Mel. She turns in my arms and lifts up on her tiptoes to drop a kiss on my lips.
“That sounds really good.”
Waving them goodbye as Mel pulls off the drive, I pull my cell free.
I LISTEN TO THE CALL end after Jason tells the person on the other end I haven’t signed out today and that I’m in my room. I shift my eyes to the satisfied face of Isabella.
“I told you someone was checking up on you. Jason likes to spill the beans when he spills his come in my mouth.”