Deleted/Alternate chapters

Sick Thoughts - Alternate chapter of Brendon (9)

Instead of binding Callie's wrists behind the couch, this happens.

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He presses his hands onto the island countertop. "Poor Callie, you must be dripping down there."

He'll think of anything to get in my underwear, won't he? 

Brendon purses his lips. "But I don't want you dripping, I want you soaking."

That answers my rhetorical question.  Typical male.

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"Bend over the counter,"  He says with a low inflection in his voice. 

Believe it or not, I'm legitimately contemplating if I should say no. If I should put the money on the table and leave. Now that I think about it, that might turn him on more.

Calmly, I get down from the stool and go to the adjacent side of the counter, leaning and holding onto the edges. Brendon's still at his spot for a couple of seconds, then makes his way behind me. His arms wrap around my body and he repeatedly kisses my cheek. He tucks a hair behind my ear and a kiss lands on my neck.

This is dangerous for both of us. I should've walked away. We have to stop before we're caught.  "Don't stop,"  I say monotone.

He smirks, "Don't worry, you're gonna like this next part."

Through my peripheral vision, I see his fingers. Methodically, they travel down to my pants.

"Don't move."

He knows me. I won't budge.

He opens the button and zips it down, pulling them and my panties so they fall to my ankles. He kisses my neck again and steps back, letting go. I hear him unbuckle and remove his belt.

I turn my head a fraction. "Are you gonna hurt me?"

A silence hangs in the air as if Brendon realized what he's about to do to me. "Do you trust me?"

That doesn't answer my question. 

"I won't do it if you don't want me to." His tone is earnest.

For fuck's sake, turn around Callie, and walk away.

I fixate back on the countertop, nodding. "Yeah."  Brendon might've caught the hesitance in my voice and something tells me he's never done this before. "I trust you."

"Okay," he mumbles. "Is 5 times alright?"

I nod.

"Count."

"Okay."

More silence, but it's replaced by leather smacking on my skin, and I wince. My teeth clench, body tenses, and I sigh in pain. "One."

Another.  I groan this time, reinforcing my hold. "Two."

On the third, my knees shiver and my knuckles are turning white. "T-three."

I fold my lips and squeeze my eyes shut. The strike comes and I shift forward slightly, groaning.  My converse remain planted firmly on the floor. "Four."

I bite my lip. One more. He does it and I let it go, exhaling a breathy "Five."

He readjusts his belt as I catch my breath. He embraces me from behind. "Are you okay?"

I nod. "I'm fine."

He sighs. "Good." He kisses my temple, then places his hand on my inner thigh, causing me to gasp a bit.

"Fuck."

"Relax, baby. I don't bite. Unless you want me to." His voice is deep and seductive. "Can I check you now?"

"Hmm?"

"You know..."

"Are you asking to touch me?" 

"I didn't say it directly. But you're smart so I guess I might as well have." He chuckles.

It's not like I have much of a choice now, do I? At this point, I've taken a break from digging the hole to be submissive for his amusement. "I doubt your finger could simulate your dick."

He chuckles again. "You're right about that, but I'll try my best." 

Brendon kisses my cheek. Simultaneously, his hand trails down to my stomach, then further, stopping in between my legs. He smirks against my neck. "Good to know you're still shaving down there." He doesn't leave a single area untouched. When he gets to my clit, my shoulders tense and I let out a small huff, tightening my grip. I can tell even Brendon is taken aback. "Looks like I found your pleasure spot." He kisses me again, still navigating the area. "That'll be of good use later."

I breathe and try to relax, closing my eyes. My head rolls down and I moan.

"God, you're tight. I don't think this'll be enough to loosen you up."

The eyelids I struggle to keep open remain shut. My arms tremble. "Hmm," I moan.

"Say my name. I want to hear it from you."

"Brendon..."

"Again." He pushes a bit harder. 

I inhale sharply again, then slowly let it out. "Brendon... "  The toes of my converse shoes twitch. His erection is in full effect.

"What are you doing to me, Callie Armstrong?" His mouth connects with my neck. He lightly moans, traveling up and down. Two fingers slip inside of me. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Callie?" His other arm is wrapped around my chest.

I bite my lip, exerting another moan. My palms will surely have imprints.

"You're dripping more now," he smiles against my neck. "You've secretly been begging for this, haven't you?"

My breath shakes.

"Do you want to cum?" He whispers.

"Y-yes."

"Beg for it."

"Please."

"Are you sure?"

"I need to," I breathe. "It hurts."

"Say that again with my name."

"I need to cum, Brendon. I - It hurts.  Please... Brendon."

"I'm in control now, understand?" 

"Yes."

"That's more like it,"

My eyes roll to the back of my head and my legs are about to collapse. 

He pecks my neck and whispers, "Let go for me."  I do, panting as he slides his fingers out, sucking on them. "You're so sweet, Callie."

You've got me so fucked up, Brendon Urie.