Dirty Deeds (Part 2 of 'No Good Deed'

Sealing the Deal. *triggers!*

           *Chance's POV*
  
           I workout in the spare room to ease my nerves. I'm jittery with the excess energy. I place my hands in the diamond pattern bellow me and do 300 pushups. I barely make it, but that was my goal. I jump up to the treadmill to run. I need to be stronger, and faster. I'm not concerned with Ben, he's too trusting and simple minded. It is Acacia that oddly enough, has me rattled. She is quick, and dangerous. A very stout woman, but that isn't the issue. I can handle her easily if she's unarmed. It's just the odd chance Ben let's her roam or slips up that concerns me. She could run and swipe his phone, Holden would get to her quickly if she could give her location. Or she could hide, and escape on her own.

        I called Ben this morning, asking to come over and shoot the shit later when I bring him his stuff. I was going go yesterday but he was adamant I stay away, I was almost becoming paranoid. He answered this morning though, third ring. He hasn't had a fix in a few days, and he eagerly agreed to my visit. I could tell by his demeanor on the phone that he was withdrawing. I could hear him screaming at Acacia and then comforting her. I shake my head to myself. Your last fucking day on Earth and this is the impression you'll leave behind. Not my problem though. Finding him annoying will only lessen my guilt of killing him.

      I step off the treadmill to wipe my face and check the clock. Less than an hour till I leave for Ben's place. I strip and throw my clothes into the hamper. I go down the hall and to my room for a shower. I take my time, enjoying the water and feeling myself. After a few minutes, I release and some of the tension melts away. Now, I should be able to focus better. I take a little extra time to style my hair and shave. I wouldn't want to send her to Levi's father, Charles, with rash from my stubble all over her. Charles will get her Sunday, I will have her all tonight and tomorrow myself. I spritz my favorite cologne and dress smart,  then pack an overnight bag for my trunk.

          I love up and leave, stopping on my way to pick up a good meal. I soare little expense because Sunday is a sealed deal. It's money in the bank. I start going over ideas to kill Ben. I want to shoot him, clean shot if I can. I want to do it in an area that's easy to clean up any would be evidence. I lose myself in planning and soon I find myself pulling into the driveway. I snicker. I don't even remember the drive. How the Hell did I make it here unscathed? I take the safety off my pistol and arrange it in my pocket. I beeped the horn so he knows it's me.

      The door swings open, and he steps outside and walks towards me. He is jittery. Obviously excited to get his fix. He's outside crossing the grass. What a perfect spot. Why wait? I step out and greet him. He looks up to me and grins, opening his mouth to speak and I shoot him straight in the chest. He drops and his head snacks the gravels with an unhealthy amount of force. I step over him watching for blood and swipe his wallet and keys. I take the house keys and lock keys off. I've watched which ones he uses. I have no use for the others, neither does he now. An excited shiver travels down ny body and I slink into the house. I wander my way slowly to Ben's room, but to my surprise, it's empty. I search around each room, then hit the basement.  I didn't figure he was aggressive enough to put her back in here. I thought he only used it to bluff her at first.

        I spot her in the corner of the room, chained face down and gagged. Her eyes are covered with cloth and she heaves a little in silent sobs. A metal yardstick with Ben's company logo lies on the floor, out of her reach. Her ass is lifted up on a sex block and she can't get off of it, due to restraints. Her ass cheeks are stripped and blistered, no doubt from the metal yardstick. She's positioned perfect. I smirk. Ben is dead outside, I should go move him but nobody but Tutus and I know where his new house is. He never let anyone else here. We are on a lone, long driveway with no other cars and on a hill. Nobody should be up this way, so I decide to move him later.

       I approach Acacia from behind, walking so she can hear me stand over her. I watch her turn her head away and I hear sniffles. I stand there for a moment, feeling a slight power trip from knowing that I am why she is afraid. She is helpless below me. She doesn't even know it is me. I can't wait to see her face. An idea strikes me. I turn and exit, going for the mirror in the mudroom. I grab it and bring it back with me, placing it on the wall infront of Acacia so I can see everything perfectly.  When I rip her blindfold away later, I will be able to savor her reaction better. I undress quickly behind her and kneel.  I run my tongue along the nervous sweat on her spine, ending at the nape and using my hands to undo her gag. I want to hear her.

      "...stop..." She's hoarse, so it's barely audible, but the vulnerability in it makes me sigh in pleasure.  Oh this is delicious. I lean over her body, grinding myself slowly against her as she whines and sniffs. I put my face below her ribs and bite the soft flesh of her sides. She screams out and tries to buck up, but the restraints stop her. I feel every inch of her skin roughly, and I twist and pinch as she wails out her pleas. I run my hands across her sore bottom and up underneath her thighs. I suck my finger and slide it into her. She tries to clamp her thighs, but I bite her roughly on her sore cheek and she reluctantly parts. That's a good girl. I press my finger down against her front wall. I wrap my other arm around her waist and under her belly to rub her button. I circle my finger in her, making her wet. She continues to tremble and whine. I pull the finger down to the front wall again, pulling her open a bit and she whimpers at the stretch. I line myself up then thrust into her, having to push to go all the way in.

       "Stop! Stop! Ben please. I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." She can't finish her sentence. I work her clit roughly and the finger inside of her, knowing that soon both spots together will make her moan. I want to make her want it. She struggles and tries to beg me. Finally, she goes limp. "I-I can't. I can't.  Please. If you e-ever loved me Ben. C-Chance will be here today. You said. You don't want him to see you like this." Even though she has no idea I'm not Ben, her words make me feel a little remorseful and I slow down. I don't want her to fade before she has managed to see me. She still heaves in breaths, trying to soothe herself as I continue in a gentle pace. I slowly work her clit this time,  concentrating to make her feel good. I lay my head on her shoulder, but I have to arch a little due to height difference.  "T-thank you." She rasps. I pull her up a bit and massage her back. Her back rounds a little on it's own. I make her hold her upper body off the floor onto her elbows so she won't sleep. I have no idea what she endured today, but I can't have her sleeping.

       I get her up to where she will see the mirror, and I take her blindfold off. Her eyes are downcast, and I thrust roughly to get her back to reality. Her eyes come up and she startles for a moment. I hold her by her hair so she has to keep her head up.

       "Surprised to see me?"

       "What difference does it make if I see one monster or the other?" She slams her head down and her hair rips out and stays in my hand. I see a light blood trickle behind her ear. She flattens herself out and tries to tuck her face away. It wasn't everything I hoped for, but that one moment of horror was all I needed. I curse myself for finishing so quickly, but I have all night and tomorrow.

       I leave her lay there to rest for a few minutes and I sneak off to call Charles.  I strut naked through Ben's house and sit on his sofa while I make my call. I sense motion though and jump to look out the window. Ben's jeep is swerving and bobbing out of the drive. Fuck. I raise the window and shoot several times, before I run back to the basement to retrieve my clothes. I rush out to my car to follow him, but my driver door is wide open and I can't find my keys. Did I leave them inside? I swear I brought them in. Fuck! What the Hell do I do now? I didn't feel his phone in his pockets. I decide to call Charles and tell him my predicament.  I might have to settle for what I got earlier and take my losses. The alternative could be worse. If Ben survived or gets help he could roll on me and this place could be full of police in no time. He should be fucking dead. What the fuck? I punch my car and dial Charles.

      "You better hope you fucking die Ben."