Purge Me, Daddy

9

"WHAT DA FAAACK" Jenny screeches. She grabs the gun off of the counter pointing it at the door with trembling fingers. Daniel and Kaycee were too busy fighting over the syrup while I checked my time.

"Are you guys fucking seeing this or am I going crazy!" Jenny really needs to calm down

The air had a tinge of smokey scent to it, one which was obvious coming from the man before me, he had a few smudges of black on his shirtless self, his messed up pants hung low, the zipper half down, leaving nothing for my imagination. His hard eyes glared back at my innocent ones before he finally asks "are you done"

With my mini tantrum "oh yes"

"I'm gonna fucking lose it" Jenny screams. Christian takes the stool beside me. A hard glare still on his face while he mutters under his breath

"See this is why we're always fighting. Lee I have year's worth of scars on my body. Stop adding more" a moan out my apology deliberately stuffing my mouth with a piece of my donut.

"What's going!-"

"Oh for fucks sake!" Daniel finally loses it not sane enough to take any more of Jenny's yelling. What was she so confused about anyway? "Christian's on some fucking pain addiction slash dominant shit and LeeAna is outright crazy, literally! They used to do shit like this all the time, now shut the fuck up and let me eat!"

Welp, there's that.

The diner didn't have what I wanted and we kinda killed the cook (who tried to kill us first) so we were either to help ourselves or ditch the place, well you know which one we picked. My plate is suddenly snatched from beneath me so my eyes follow it's captor

Christian

"I'm serious" he says " I thought you were going to kill me back there, is that how you say I love you?"

"Yes?" Wait was that a question.

"Pussy whipped, for a fucking lunatic" Christian groans his complain up into the ceiling, brings his head down to steal a sweet light kiss from me then eats the rest of my breakfast

"I'm still kinda mad at you" I confessed. We didn't quite talk things through and I get that we don't need to but I just feel so, undone. Agh I'm not even making sense. I would never kill Christian. Ever. (Okay so maybe I could or might depends on the future)

But the whole sweet sappy happy ending thing doesn't do it for me. My closure needed to be something off the chart. Yes I was still stuck on the closure shit. It didn't feel right the last time

"You two" wheezes Jenny. Would she cut that shit out "are...crazy.crazy"

"Yeah yeah whatever" I wave off. This was a town full of outcasts who does she think the man sitting next to me is, a saint?

I came here from an unwanted pregnancy. Christian used to be a play thing for his aunt, who taught him pleasure through pain. The guy got hooked and not in a good way, I still had no clue as to what happened to his family.

"You smell like bacon" I snort which earns me a deep deadly glare. Ugh okay so maybe I overdid it just a tad bit. So an apology needed to be issued...along with thorough explanation "Christian I wanted you to feel pain for what you did, and I'm not sorry for that because you deserved it, what I am sorry for is taking it that far, so maybe you've got two fresh scars...and a burnt arm....and bruised knuckles but at least you're still here...with me" geez apologizing was hard work. No wonder I never did it.

Christian still peered at me with a leveled look, his eyes assessed me for what felt like hours before he finally gets up, takes my arm in his steel grip and strides to the restroom

"Gyettit" cheers Daniel. A scorching hot feeling awakens in the pit of my stomach the minute the door slams shut

"Was that your apology" he seethes shoving at my chest. The hard edge of the counter digs into my ass.

"I-well... yes" I stutter. Why the fuck was I stuttering

"Well I don't want it" the with every venomous word he rips away at the robe "could you guess what I want, huh Lee"

"Me?"

"Wrong"

"I already have you" I intake a deep breath as his hot lips finds that spot. A few drops of his blood tickles its way down my arm "I want this"

A gasp/moan leaves my throat the minute hot fingers clench around my pussy. Who was I kidding, how could I ever give this up. What was I  even thinking. I don't think anyone has ever made my insides churn for sex the way it did last night or right now.

The man before me was pissed and mad and a shit load of crazy looking at the moment. He had blood seeping out of both shoulders, smudges of black in around his chest area and a wild, primal look in his eyes. If I wanted to keep my ability to walk I think now would be a good time to accept Jesus Christ as my lord and saviour.

"But first" Christian eases me to the floor, then reaches for the buckle of his pants, I lick my dry lips as the zipper comes down slowly yet surely "open up for daddy"