plunging v-neck dress I’m wearing and retrieve the pre-measured GHB my husband gave me. I pour it into the drink he left behind, and he’s none the wiser when he comes back to the table and tosses it back, immediately starting on the next one he’d ordered.
I fan myself like I’m overheated and speak, “Whew, I feel like I could use some air. Maybe I’ve had a few too many drinks.”
His face immediately lights up. I’m sure thoughts of getting lucky are going through his mind. There’s also the possibility he’s thinking of taking me to Richard to be their next kill. For a brief moment, I wonder if I should let him, just for the remote possibility that he’ll take me to where my coworker is being held. How better to help her than to find out exactly where she’s been taken? It could work. Charles will be pissed if I do it though. Not only would I be endangering myself, I’d also be straying off the plan he set forth, so he’d have two reasons to be infuriated. No… I can’t do it. It’s too risky, too dangerous, and too stupid. As badly as I want to rescue my fellow colleague, I’m no good to her dead. Like my husband said, emotions will get you killed. It’s okay to want to rescue her, but it’s not wise to put myself in harm’s way to do it.
“Here, let me join you.”
He leers at me when he says it. Doesn’t the stupid son of a bitch realize I can see the lust in his eyes?
I allow him to put his arm around my shoulders. To anyone watching, we look like any other ordinary couple making our way outside for a smoke break or a breath of fresh air. I certainly don’t look like a woman who is well on her way to starting her career as a serial killer.
Charles
Seeing that son of a bitch paw all over my woman is all I need to come around the corner and deck his ass. He falls, hitting the asphalt hard in the alley where I have the van parked. That GHB kicked in right on time.
“Get behind the wheel and fucking drive while I restrain this bastard in the back.”
My voice comes out much harsher toward my wife than I intended, but I honestly didn’t realize how much it would affect me to see another man’s hands on what’s mine. The second his hand draped around her shoulders, a murderous rage coursed through me, and all I saw was red.
As we drive to the warehouse, I stay silent, trying to get a handle on my fury. She drives, throwing me wary glances every once in a while, until we pull up to the kill room and get the man we’re going to kill out of the back of the van. Getting him subdued on the steel operating table is much easier with two people, and I have to admit that we work together well. I gag him, just in case he wakes up, and then direct my full attention toward my wife.
“Now, back to you…”
I can feel the tic in my jaw as I stalk my way over to her. She shocks me when she takes off running toward the office I keep in the warehouse. There’s a whole lot more to this building than just the kill room where I’ve subdued the man from the bar.
My hand comes up with force, stopping the door she attempts to slam in my face. Oh yeah, she’s in full panic mode.
I roll my neck around and lick my lips as I make my way toward her.
“Charles, I only did what you told me to do, and that’s it.”
“Did I ask you for an explanation?”
She shakes her head and widens her fear filled eyes, making my cock jump in my pants. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze as I speak.
“Whose fucking property are you?”
“Yours. I belong to you. I belong to Black Rose .”
I lean in, growling in her ear, “Turn around, bend at the waist, and put your hands against the wall.”
My left hand flips her dress up over her ass while my right one undoes my belt. My pants fall down around my ankles, and I kick at her heel with my shoe in a silent command for her to spread her legs. I slowly slide her G-string over, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit.
“You belong to me.
I fan myself like I’m overheated and speak, “Whew, I feel like I could use some air. Maybe I’ve had a few too many drinks.”
His face immediately lights up. I’m sure thoughts of getting lucky are going through his mind. There’s also the possibility he’s thinking of taking me to Richard to be their next kill. For a brief moment, I wonder if I should let him, just for the remote possibility that he’ll take me to where my coworker is being held. How better to help her than to find out exactly where she’s been taken? It could work. Charles will be pissed if I do it though. Not only would I be endangering myself, I’d also be straying off the plan he set forth, so he’d have two reasons to be infuriated. No… I can’t do it. It’s too risky, too dangerous, and too stupid. As badly as I want to rescue my fellow colleague, I’m no good to her dead. Like my husband said, emotions will get you killed. It’s okay to want to rescue her, but it’s not wise to put myself in harm’s way to do it.
“Here, let me join you.”
He leers at me when he says it. Doesn’t the stupid son of a bitch realize I can see the lust in his eyes?
I allow him to put his arm around my shoulders. To anyone watching, we look like any other ordinary couple making our way outside for a smoke break or a breath of fresh air. I certainly don’t look like a woman who is well on her way to starting her career as a serial killer.
Charles
Seeing that son of a bitch paw all over my woman is all I need to come around the corner and deck his ass. He falls, hitting the asphalt hard in the alley where I have the van parked. That GHB kicked in right on time.
“Get behind the wheel and fucking drive while I restrain this bastard in the back.”
My voice comes out much harsher toward my wife than I intended, but I honestly didn’t realize how much it would affect me to see another man’s hands on what’s mine. The second his hand draped around her shoulders, a murderous rage coursed through me, and all I saw was red.
As we drive to the warehouse, I stay silent, trying to get a handle on my fury. She drives, throwing me wary glances every once in a while, until we pull up to the kill room and get the man we’re going to kill out of the back of the van. Getting him subdued on the steel operating table is much easier with two people, and I have to admit that we work together well. I gag him, just in case he wakes up, and then direct my full attention toward my wife.
“Now, back to you…”
I can feel the tic in my jaw as I stalk my way over to her. She shocks me when she takes off running toward the office I keep in the warehouse. There’s a whole lot more to this building than just the kill room where I’ve subdued the man from the bar.
My hand comes up with force, stopping the door she attempts to slam in my face. Oh yeah, she’s in full panic mode.
I roll my neck around and lick my lips as I make my way toward her.
“Charles, I only did what you told me to do, and that’s it.”
“Did I ask you for an explanation?”
She shakes her head and widens her fear filled eyes, making my cock jump in my pants. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze as I speak.
“Whose fucking property are you?”
“Yours. I belong to you. I belong to Black Rose .”
I lean in, growling in her ear, “Turn around, bend at the waist, and put your hands against the wall.”
My left hand flips her dress up over her ass while my right one undoes my belt. My pants fall down around my ankles, and I kick at her heel with my shoe in a silent command for her to spread her legs. I slowly slide her G-string over, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit.
“You belong to me.
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