brick, falling apart. He wrote it in blood. Listen, I got to go. I saw what will happen. I’m sorry. I was going to stay away from you Ruthless Kings, Mon Amie, but I can’t deny a vision when I see one. Sarah will be okay. I’ve seen that too. Everything will be fine, Wayne. You’ll see. I can tell you’re on the fence about coming here, so your indecision doesn’t let me know if I’ll see you or not. If I see anything else, you’ll be the first I’ll call.” The dial tone has me wishing he didn’t hang up. He knew my name. No one knows my name besides Daphne.
“Who was that?” Daphne asks, rubbing her hands down my chest, petting me to calm the beast.
“Seer. A member of the Ruthless Kings down in NOLA. He has visions sometimes. He warned me about a note he saw about you over his morning fucking coffee.”
Her hands stop rubbing my shoulders, and I immediately miss it. I don’t know what’s happened to me, but the man I am with her? The man who suddenly loves touch, the man who wants to please her, the man who wants to focus on something other than vengeance? I like this man.
I know I have my issues, alright? I’m far from fucking perfect. Happiness used to be something wished for, something that happens to people, who aren’t me. The emotion was earned, sought out, and bought most of the time because it sure as hell isn’t what makes the world go ‘round.
Being with Daphne makes me realize it isn’t about happiness but finding the person you want to search for happiness with. I can have that with her. Everyone blinks at me when they realize how fucked up I am, but Daphne doesn’t. She embraces it. My crazy Comet wants to experience it with me.
Would she want to torture someone with me? How far would she go to know what it’s like to be with me for a day? Would she get her hands bloody? Would she want to fuck in a pool of someone else’s blood?
See, I think about those things. My deepest, darkest desires, my secrets.
In the middle of my soul’s séance, the universe answered, and she gave me Daphne.
“What do you want to do?” Daphne moves off the bed and stands in front of me. My eyes lock on her breasts, small with a slight curve. “I’m not strong enough to fight him, Tongue. I’m … I fell down the damn steps when I saw the…” She gags and holds her stomach.
I chuckle. She’s cute.
“Tongues freak you out, huh?” I tease, then wink. She blushes and bites her lip. “After what happened last night, I didn’t think it would bother you.”
She scoffs, then points at me. “Cut me some slack. I’ve never seen one before. Out of a mouth, that is.”
“You don’t like it?” Dread swirls in the pits of my stomach.
“I … I don’t know,” she says, perplexed. “I mean, seeing it was shocking, and it scared me, but if I ever came across the person who did it…”
I lean forward, placing my elbows on my knees, “Yes?”
“I’d want to scare them the way they scared me.” Her blue eyes meet mine swirling with newfound obscurity, and another chamber locked in my soul opens for her, swinging wide open like a door. That’s all I need to know.
“Get dressed, Comet.” I stand, and my cock points at her, hard and aching for her wet cunt to wrap around me.
“Where are we going?”
“Don’t think I forgot binding you to me. It’s happening. Today. Now. I’m not waiting for another moment.”
“I don’t even know your last name,” she sasses, throwing her hands on her hips.
“Hendrix. You’ll be Daphne Hendrix,” I moan and reach down to squeeze my cock. “That sounds so fucking sexy.” I bet I could come if I chanted her new name.
“Middle name?” she asks, her voice husky with arousal.
“Don’t have one.”
“Birthday?”
“Don’t know,” I say, gliding my hands up the curves of her hips. “You?”
“Ellen. June 6th. You really don’t know your birthday?”
“I know I’m probably too old for you, but I don’t give a fuck about that. Favorite color?”
“Purple.” She straddles my lap and rocks her wet cunt against me. “You?”
“Blood.” I tilt my head back when she kisses along my neck and slides her pussy down on me, and then she jumps off, leaving my cock wet and shining with her juices. I snap my eyes open and