Jerico walked around Ella, taking in every inch of her. Her white skin, the freckles on her on her legs, the dimples in her lower back. Everything.
They were in his living room. Ella noticed the curtains were closed and she opened them. "The whole world can watch us."
Jerico smiled. The idea caused a rush of excitement to flow over him. He didn't realize the view was for his partner, Detective Hatcher, who was still parked a block away.
"Like what you see?" Ella said, raising her arms and tying her hair in a long ponytail.
Jerico grabbed the ponytail and looped it around his fist, yanking back on her head. Ella was looking at the ceiling when she felt his breath on her face. When had he taken his clothes off, she wondered? He pressed his cock firmly into her thigh and ran his left hand down her chest, brushing her nipples to between her legs. Ella's mouth hung open in acceptance.
She gasped as he slid two fingers inside. Ella opened her eyes and there was Pan, clung to the ceiling as if it were the ground and he was just laying on it. She smiled. Pan winked. Then Jerico guided Ella to his bedroom by the base of her ponytail, like a master leading his disobedient pet, finally throwing her onto the bed.
Ella got on her back and Jerico climbed on top, sliding his cock inside of her without having to guide it in. She gasped and became louder with each thrust.
"I don't wanna hurt you, baby girl."
"You can hurt me."
Jerico grabbed Ella by the throat and slid every inch inside of her, and she screamed. The longer he went, the harder he hit it. At some point, deciding to actually try and hurt her.
Ella dug her nails into his chest then grabbed Jerico by his throat and the dominance roles reversed as she slammed her ass down on him from the bottom
while using his throat for leverage.
Ella rolled Jerico onto his back and positioned herself on top. As she fucked him, Pan's emaciated, leathery, black-skinned arms wrapped around her body and caressed her tits. Jerico was looking at Ella, taking in the view, unable to see the demon twist her nipples.
Pan peaked over Ella's shoulder and smiled.
* * * *
Five & a half months later...
The jury filed into the courtroom and took their seats in the jury box. The bailiff took the note from the presiding juror and delivered it to the judge. She read its contents, then handed it back to the bailiff for him to return in to the presiding juror.
The trial of Elliot Hennigan was ending after five and half long months of questions, depositions, and news reports of a hung jury. The verdict was in.
Ella's attorney, not a high priced shark, but respectable, had it on good authority that the jury was, in fact, not deadlocked. This had been a concern for a month as everyone waited for this very moment.
Nearly a hundred people sat in attendance. Family of Elliot Hennigan, friends, and reporters held their breath. Amongst the crowd were Detectives Marie Hatcher and Michael Jerico. The disconnect between them had grown over the last few months because Hatcher wouldn't let Ella rest. It drove him insane. So, today, Hatcher sat on one side of the room and Jerico, on the other, directly behind Ella.
For the last five and a half months, Jerico had spent many sleepless nights between her legs, head buried in her cunt. He thought about it now, just as the jury was about to deliver their decision. He could almost feel Ella's hands pressing on the back of his head, pushing his face harder into her pussy. So hard he couldn't breathe. Swallowing her juices, feeling her hips move. It was intoxicating. Ella turned around and smiled at Jerico.
"Presiding juror." Judge Grace said. "I understand the jury has reached a verdict?"
"We have, your honor."
"Please rise, presiding juror, and state how the jury finds the defendant."
The juror cleared his throat. "On the count of rape in the third degree, the jury finds defendant Elliot Hennigan, guilty."
Gasps from the audience forced the judge to gavel.
The juror continued. "On the count of attempted murder in the second degree, the jury finds defendant Elliot Hennigan, not guilty. On the last count of murder in the second degree, the jury finds defendant Elliot Hennigan, not guilty."
Cheering erupted from the gallery. Jerico looked at Hatcher, then back to Ella, and back to Hatcher. Ella stood up and went to her man, falling into his arms, crying like the victim she was supposed to be.
Hatcher grabbed Jerico by the arm and turned him around. "You know what this means? This bitch is the number one suspect. You're fucking the bitch that killed the kid, Michael. How do you feel about that? Huh? How does that make you fucking feel?"
"You're insane, Marie." Jerico walked Ella out of the courtroom, holding her close in his arms.
"I didn't do it, baby." Ella cried. "I love little Sammy. Hennigan did it. I swear to God."
"I know you didn't do it, baby girl. I know."
Jerico walked Ella outside and down the stairs of the courthouse building and through the throng of reporters who were all shouting questions.
After getting into Jerico's car, Ella leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "I love you, Michael."
"I know you do, baby girl. I love you, too."
"I know I say it when we're having sex, but I wanted to say it when we're not. Because I wanted to make sure you know that I truly love you."
"Ella, stop worrying about if I think you killed that kid. The idea is insane to me. I know you didn't do it! The prosecution fucking fumbled the case."
Jerico drove out of the parallel parking spot and rode until the red light caught him at the first intersection.
"We need to do something." Ella said.
"About Marie? Yeah, I know. She's not gonna stop. It's like her jealousy's mutated into this crazy ass obsession."
As Jerico continued talking, Ella wasn't listening. She never was, because her comment wasn't for him. Ella was glaring into the rearview mirror, looking directly at Pan.
* * * *
"Here's your gun." Captain West opened the top right drawer of his desk and placed Hatcher's sidearm on the top.
"Thanks." Hatcher holstered her gun and started for the door.
"Hold on a second."
"Yeah, captain?"
"Sorry about how I came down on you."
"Well, I didn't give you much of a choice. Water under the bridge."
"That's good." He smiled. "Because the next thing is really gonna get you going. This Garfield case? Consider it case closed."
"Case closed? Captain! Hennigan beat the murder charges! That makes the babysitter the prime suspect! We have to refocus all our efforts on her!"
Captain West stood slowly. A darkness seemed to engulf his eyes as he leaned forward on his desk, fists clinched as he pressed his knuckled into the hardwood.
"You heard me, Hatcher. The Garfield case is done. Move on."
"I can't do that."
"Move on."
"No."
Captain West slammed his fists down on the desk and everything from the windows of his office to his desk rattled, as though an earthquake had just sent out a warning.
"Captain? What the hell was that?"
"That was your final warning, detective. Move on and forget about Ella Croft, or I swear to fucking Christ..."
"You'll what?"
Captain West walked around the desk and stood so close to Hatcher she could smell his breath.
"If you don't move on and forget all about Ella," the captain said. "I'll gut you just like I did the kid."
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The Last Babysitter | Requiem
ÜbernatürlichesWhen Ella Croft was nine years old, a horrible car wreck changed her life forever. It was then that the Demon known as Pan came to her and offered her a deal. Pan would see that Ella's father, the man that had abused her since she was born, would su...
