Fatal Attraction

Freedom

              As I watch Jerome cut Derrick all over his body, I feel enjoyment enter my body, goosebumps covering my arms and legs. I smile widely, walking up to Jerome from behind, I place my hands on his waist. He stops moving, turns to look at me for a moment, with a wild smile. I squeeze his waist lightly.  I glide my hand up his body to his arm. "What is it, Kitten?" He asks me. Derrick makes a disgusted groan, looking away from us. My hand makes its way to his, grabbing the knife out of it. "I wanna play too." I simply stated. His smile grew wider, as he moved out of in front of me.

   I stare at Derrick, rage filling inside me, remembering everything he's done to me. He stares back at me, his expression changing into something pitiful. "Please, Erin. I love you, please don't hurt me. I'm sorry. You were right, your mother was a monster. I came to tell you that. I was just jealous when i saw you with someone else. I never meant to hurt you." He continued talking, trying to change my mind. I dropped my hand a little, seeming that i was believing him. His face showed relief, that his life was spared. I didn't know what to believe, I wanted to believe him, because i've known him since high school, but Jerome has never done anything that I didn't want him to, like he did. I could feel Jerome watching me intently, seeing what I would do. I breathe in deeply, and look at Jerome for a moment. He looked frustrated and slightly worried, that I would betray him and go back to Derrick. I smile at Jerome. "Sorry, Derrick. You put this on yourself. I'm with Jerome now. And he treats me better than you ever did." Derrick scoffs. "Please, He's a psychotic murderer. How is that better than me?" I grew more angrier. Without saying anything more, I stab Derrick in the stomach.  I take the knife out and drop it on the ground.

    I look at Jerome once more, noticing his stares and smile. I walk over to him and stand in front of him. I lay my hands on his waist, staring up at him. "Now, will you play with me? Let him bleed out and suffer. Make him watch you have me, like he's never had." Jerome chuckles a bit. "Someone is feeling a bit frisky tonight, huh, Kitten?" I smile at him, moving closer to him, pressing my chest against his. "I don't know what it is. Just watching what you do, is just so exciting to me. I can't help it." Jerome lays his hands on my sides, squeezing me a bit, as he groans. "I want to, Kitten. I can't tell you how much I want to, and how frustrated I am, but we have to completely finish and go back." At this point, I am growing more and more frustrated, I let go of Jerome and walk over to the bed to sit down. "Finish and lets go home then." I simply say, laying back on the bed, my legs dangling down off the bed. "He's bound to die anyways, look how much blood he's losing. He deserves to suffer for what he did." I can here Jerome sigh heavily. "Pouting isn't your most attractive feature, Kitten."

  "I am not pouting. I am impatiently waiting. I want to watch him bleed to death. When he's taking his last breath, I want him to realize that none of this would've happened if he hadn't done what he's done." I hear footsteps walking towards me, and stopping in front of my legs. I look down and see him, standing and looking at me, with a look of annoyance and frustration. I grew hotter all of a sudden. Not knowing why. I sit up, my face leveled with his stomach. I reach my hand to his stomach, sliding it down, slowly, to his croch area. I can feel how hard he's become, I run my hand across the outline of his member, earning a groan in response. I apply more pressure, rubbing more and faster.I look up to see his face. His eye are closed, but still looked frustrated. I use my other hand and unbutton his pants, zipping down his zipper, slowly, while watching his face, opening his eyes slightly out of curiosity. I remove his member out of his boxers and begin stroking it a slow enough pace to irritate him even more. I move my face closer to him, licking just his tip. I could hear his breathing become more ragged. I've never done this before, but I want to pleasure him, make him less frustrated. Jerome notice my apprehension. "Kitten? Are you alright? You can stop, if you want." I take in a deep breath and lean forward to put him in my mouth. He was big, so I am finding it difficult to fit him all the way in my mouth. But i start bobbing my head forward and backwards, sucking not so soft. I hear his breathing become faster and moans escape his throat every other breath.

   I don't know how long i've been going, ignoring the fact that my jaw is burning and growing tired, i continue, until i feel his hands on the back of my head. He pushes my head a bit further, increasing the pace, his thrusts became riged fairly quickly afterwards. A few moments later, I feel a warm substance running down my throat. Jerome pulls out of my mouth, letting  out a heavy sigh. I see there was still some of his cum left on his member, so i lean forward and lick the rest of it off, noticing that it's becoming hard again. "Kitten, with you, I could go all day." He says putting himself back together. "But we have to continue work." He leans down to me, face to face. "But, i will treat you later, when we get back to your room. Promise." He whispers in my ear. "What if i'm a bad girl? Are you gonna spank me?" Jerome chuckles. "Oh you want to be punished? I suppose you should be punished for not listening to me in the first place." I feel my breathing quicken erradically. But the moment was over, from hearing a low groan from the dying Derrick in the chair. I grunt out of annoyance. "You're still alive. You're taking too long." I realize Jerome had a gun strapped to his ankle, I reached down and grabbed it. I aim it right at  Derrick and shot twice, hitting him once in the head and once in the chest. "There, job is done. He was taking forever. i, honestly, thought he'd be dead more quickly." I said. Jerome smiles, grabbing his gun from me and putting it back in the strap. "Let's get going, guarantee someone heard the gunshot and in this neighbor, they'll definitely call the police." I say, heading to the door. Jerome grabs the knife off the floor and follows behind me. We walk out the back door to make sure no one will see us leaving the house. We go around, through the alley and back on the street, and get to the car. We hop into our black tinted car, and head back to Gotham and back home.

   Our ride back, was quiet. It was weird, i couldn't tell if he was mad or just tired from the driving. It was a bit of a drive, like an hour and a half. I look over to Jerome, trying to read his face. But i can't make out anything. "Jerome?" I say, breaking the silence. "Hmmm?" He hummed in response. "Are you mad?" I ask him, scared for the answer, not for my life, just worried i did something to anger him. "Not at all, Kitten. Why? Do I seem mad to you?" He asks back. I nodded slightly. "You've just been quiet ever since we left that house." He chuckle lightly. "So that means i'm mad, huh? I'm not mad. I'm just tired. Your little sexual act really wore me out. I wasn't really expecting it. I just thought you were angry for not getting what you wanted." He states. "I was frustrated, but not because i wasn't getting what I wanted. Because i feel fine and i still haven't received what i want. I wanted to make you feel better because you seemed upset,or frustrated yourself."  Jerome just smiles, laying his hand on my leg, rubbing it up and down with pressure, getting closer and closer to my area. "Not while you're driving, Jerome. I appreciate it, but not while you're driving." He stops and leaves his hand still on my thigh, squeezing it every once and a while.

   We make it back home, to Galavan's place. We park the car in the parking garage, and head out. Knowing that will have to go talk to Galavan about our trip. Walking back into the building, my legs start shaking, and i feel my balance go off a bit, so much that i fall on Jerome, in front of me. Luckily, his stance kept him stable. "You alright, Kitten?" He asks , turning around. I nodded. "Just lost my balance is all. A little tired, I suppose. Lets just go talk to Galavan so I can lay down." Jerome nodded. "How about I go talk to Galavan, you go rest?" He asks back. I shook my head. "He'll think that it's because of killing Derrick and think that i am weak. Which it's not and i'm not. Don't fret, I'll be fine. Let's just go talk to him really quick." I answered. He sighs heavily  and agreed with my decision. We get inside, downstairs, and to Galavan's office, it was pretty late, so it's surprising that he is in his office this late. He's usually smoozing over Barbara. We knock on the door, telling us to come in, we open the door and announce our return.

    "How did it go?" Galavan asks. "She did well, didn't really need me there. She did most of the work, it was quite.... exciting to watch her come out and express herself." Jerome states. I knew that my killing Derrick wasn't what he referencing, but i was too tired to do or say anything. I was having a hard time standing straight up. Jerome noticed, looking at me without moving his head. "Mr.Galavan. I thank you for the opportunity to take care of my buisness. And thank you for letting me use Jerome. Now if you don't mind, i am quite exhausted and need some sleep." He nodded. "Well, good work, you two. I am sure it will make the paper by tomorrow. After Gotham PD realizes the connection, I am sure they're going to either realize that you are part of the crime or that you're a target. So be prepared for that." I nodded. " With that being said, you two are dismissed. Get some rest."