Page 64 of Burn For Me

“Now stop denying it, Adalyn. Do you want me to fuck your face again?”

“I need to come! Oh god, don’t stop. Let me come.” She pulled hard on the rope, and I smiled as her hips bounced on the bed, making my cock bounce between her tits like a kid on a ride. I had the sudden urge to yell ‘ye ha’ as she continued to cry out. Leaning forward slightly, I let her erratic movement stroke the base of my cock and balls, getting me extremely hard again.

“Oh, you’ll get what’s yours in due time, but first, the monster is going to take what he needs. You owe me that.” Getting back into position, I stared down at her and smiled. “I can usually go three times a session, so it’s a real good thing that throat of yours is loosened up.” With a hard shove, I again entered her mouth with a groan.

Oh yes, she was going to get what she deserved, but not before I took what I wanted from her. To me, she was the monster, not the other way around. She used me for my cock, feeding off me like a succubus of fear, and after tonight, I’d never see her again.

But I wasn’t going to burn her house down, and I wasn’t going to burn her alive. That was too easy. That was too nice for the mind fuck she gave me. No, this little slut was going to get a different punishment for fucking with me, one that she’d have to carry around with her for life.

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I’d surprised myself and managed to make it four times with very little break between, which was a new record for me. Pulling my cock from Adalyn’s mouth for the last time, I slowly stood from the bed and stared at her well-used body. She was crying now, but the tears were mixed with needy moans. I could only imagine how on fire her body must feel, how badly she must want to come by now.

I glanced at her legs, spread wide on the bed, and the distinct wet spot between them stained her sheets. Adalyn was covered in sweat. The bit of makeup she’d applied after her shower had run or been wiped off by my cock long ago, and dried come caked her face. If it had been under any other circumstance, I’d say it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, but I just felt dead inside.

It had brought me some measure of satisfaction to know that no matter how much she squirmed as I teased her to the point of insanity, I was going to refuse her the release she was after. She didn’t deserve to come by my hand or by any other part of my body. Kill her or let her live? This questions swirled like a storm in my mind.

Making my decision I walked out of the room and left her panting, shaking mess on the bed to go and get my tools. I came back after a second trip to the garage. Marching into the room, I dropped the items I’d collected on the floor and stood still, staring down at Adalyn. She really was beautiful.

For the briefest of moments, I toyed with the idea of simply using her for this, of making another deal with the Devil to come into town to fuck her when I wanted, but I couldn’t do it. I’d lived through multiple versions of a fucked-up relationship my entire life. As emotionally damaged as I was, I couldn’t willingly put myself into a similar situation of being used and using another like that. I already had nothing—adding more emptiness on top of it was not what I wanted, even if it had felt amazing.

Grabbing the wide roll of duct tape, I tore off a healthy piece. The tearing noise finally got Adalyn’s attention, and she flinched away.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you always remember me.” I slapped the tape onto her mouth. Leaning over her, I grinned, the gesture not reaching my eyes. “You made me lose the last threads of my sanity. What I just did was only half of your punishment. I plan on scaring your soul and your mind, just like what you did to me.”

Her body shivered as she stared up at me, her eyes now filling with real fear—not the kind that fed her soul, but the kind that screamed at her to run away from the monster under the bed. I closed my eyes and took a long sniff of her skin, the aroma a combination of that citrus scent and my sex, committing it to memory. Standing, I once more pulled on my black gloves.

Reaching down, I grabbed the rest of the rope and made a quick hogtie knot around her ankles before tying them down to the legs of the bed. No one would ever hurt me again. Not anyone. I picked up the small propane mag-torch and slowly turned on the fuel. With a simple click of the button, the bright blue flame whooshed to life.

Adalyn tried to scream behind the wide tape, and she really struggled this time.

“Just so you know, I would’ve burned for you,” I said.

Leaning over the bed, I ignored her struggles and, making sure that my hand was at the perfect height, aligned the flame with her collarbone. Her high-pitched wails were muffled as I drew one agonizing line down her body to the opposite hipbone. I needed to make sure that it wasn’t so deep that it would do too much damage while still allowing my blue flame to eat away enough flesh that it would leave a permanent scar on her body—something that she could never erase.

If it weren’t for the fact my cock was beyond well-spent, it would’ve stood at attention from the rich smell of her burnt flesh filling my nose. I sucked the scent deep into my body like it was life’s blood. Satisfied with the first line, I repeated the action on the other side. Tears streamed down Adalyn’s cheeks as she whimpered behind the tape covering her mouth.

Finished, I stood back and looked down at my work—a perfect X that now graced her body. It ruined her formerly smooth skin with a mark that would always remind her of me. Every time she tried on clothes, it would be there. Every time she looked in the mirror, there I’d be. And every time she fucked another man, they would see my mark.

I flicked off the torch and put it in my bag along with everything else that I’d touched. The very last thing I did was rip the tape from her mouth, allowing the room to fill with her sobs.

“It goes without saying that if I see my name in the news, Adalyn, then I will be back, and no one you know or love will be safe. If I have to burn the world down to flush you out of whatever hole you’ve crawled into, I’ll do it.” I grabbed her face and squeezed hard. “You will always remember me, and the only thing I wish I could see is how you’ll explain this to every lover you ever have from this moment on.” Releasing her face, I glared down at her. “You like fear? Now you really know what it is, and you can live forever with the fear of me deciding to come back and finish the job. This is how you properly say goodbye, Adalyn.”

With a quick tug, I freed her hands and then did the same to her feet before tossing her phone on the bed.

“I’d call an ambulance and have a good story ready if I were you—but remember, I’m the monster under your bed and I’m always watching.” I leaned in close, and she shook harder. “Even while you sleep.” I glanced at my work once more and was satisfied. “I was never here.”

As I walked out the broken back door and strode over to my truck, I knew I’d taken another step closer to a ledge from which there was no coming back.

I drove aimlessly around town for hours, barely noticing my surroundings, before finding myself in this rundown part of the city where there were more motorcycles than cars. Most of the streetlights were burnt out, and the walls of the surrounding buildings looked like they were being held up by dirt, spray paint, and bags of garbage—yet, they still looked better than I felt.

Pulling over in front of a bar, I turned my head to stare at the half-lit sign above it. I’d never had a drink for obvious reasons, but I didn’t want to go home to the farm and sit there alone, and I certainly didn’t want to face Dora yet.

So, this lonely, sad fucking place seemed to be the option for the night. Pushing open the truck’s door, I put my hood up and made my way to the front entrance. The smell of cigarette smoke was already strong before I opened the door, so not surprisingly, a smoky haze punched me in the face as soon as I gave it an escape route. I breathed it all in like I was sucking it from the room and envisioned a dragon in my mind getting ready to roar with a bellow of fire.

Stepping inside, I surveyed my surroundings. There was a total of eleven people in the bar, including the bartender. Two were at a pool table, one was tending the bar, and another was sitting on a stool. The rest were scattered among the booths in varying stages of disarray and drunkenness. They all looked at me, and I suddenly felt like I’d just walked into a saloon from one of those old western movies that Asher liked to watch. After a moment, they all turned back to what they’d been doing.