Benny
“GET DRESSED,” TANNER BARKS. “WE’RE leaving in ten.”
I rub sleep out of my eyes and grit my teeth. My plan was to get up and figure out a way to see Bethany. I’m irritated Tanner has me going on some bullshit errand at the crack of dawn before I’ve even gotten a chance to speak to her.
As I take a quick shower and brush my teeth, I can’t help but remember all the soft, pale curves of her body. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful before. I’d lost my mind a little last night. I demanded things of her before I could even get control of myself.
But my pretty new doll obeyed my commands.
She showed me her perfect flesh and made herself come.
I never expected her to be so pliable. It’s as though she were made just for me—a match that’s finally been brought together.
I’m fucking obsessed with her.
I dress in some dark, holey jeans and a tight black Metallica shirt before stuffing my feet in some boots. Once I leave my room, I find Tanner leaning against the wall by the door, two Starbucks coffees in his hands. His amber eyes are calm and relaxed. The tension I’ve felt from him lately has lessened.
It pisses me off.
The dynamic between Tanner and I has shifted. Kami is at fault, I just know it. If I could figure out how to slit her throat and hide the body without Tanner finding out, I would. I still may. I’m going to think about it.
We’re silent as we walk out to his black Escalade. He drives for a good ten minutes before speaking.
“I take it the errand went well,” he says, his eyes remaining on the road.
So much has happened between then and now, it takes a moment for my mind to catch up. “Yep. Bitch screamed like a stuck pig when I sawed off her tongue.” I stare out the side window so he doesn’t see the lie written on my face.
“Hmmm. And the other guy was just a casualty?”
“Eliminate witnesses. First rule of Tanner Club.”
He snorts, and I smile.
“I have a gift for you, Benjamin. Something you’ve worked hard to deserve,” he says, pride in his tone.
My shoulders relax, and I lean against the leather. “If it’s another doll, I’m not interested.”
“Better,” he assures me. “Much better.”
We drive and drive. I lose track of time, but we’re at least an hour outside town when he turns down a dirt road lined with thick trees on either side. Nerves light up inside me.
Is he taking me out here to kill me?
He can fucking try. Others have tried and failed.
Nah, if Tanner wanted me dead, he’d have tried to slit my throat in my bed while I slept and had his cleaners take care of my body.
The dirt road goes on for quite some time. Anticipation builds inside me. I’m buzzing and can’t tell whether it’s the coffee, what’s to come, or both. We eventually pull up to a mobile home. It’s ratty and old. Disappointment trickles through me. I’d expected something nicer.
“Don’t pout, Benjamin. That isn’t your surprise.”
I grit my teeth, but nod. He parks the Escalade and climbs out. In his suit, he looks out of place against the woodsy backdrop. I follow him around the trailer to the backside. When I see a concrete elevated surface with a door built in, my excitement thunders through me once again.
“What is it?” I question.
He tosses me a key on a skull keychain. “Check it out, Monster. It’s all yours.” His grin is wolfish, but I don’t miss the small flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He wants me to like whatever it is. I already do.
Unlocking the padlock, I unhook it from the door, tossing it into the grass, and wrench open the rusty door. It creaks in protest, and I’m impressed to find stairs rather than a ladder descending into the earth.
“What in the fuck is this?” I marvel aloud.
“A bunker. I purchased this property from a guy who was certain the apocalypse was coming. The old man was prepared as fuck,” he tells me. Like my dad was. “He died, and now, it’s mine. Yours. It’s my gift to you.”
I grin at him over my shoulder before trotting down the steps that go at least twenty feet into the earth. He follows behind me, flipping a switch on the wall. The bunker lights up, and as soon as I’m inside, I’m blown away. It’s not some storm shelter or a place to store crap. It’s a home. Someone had plans to live down here if shit hit the fan. It’s built out into rooms. An actual living room and kitchen are what I come to first. Sofa. Recliner. Refrigerator. Table. The works. Like a kid on Christmas, I explore the giant space. Canned goods, water, and other supplies line the shelves at every turn. I discover a bedroom with a double bed. The room is spacious, and my dick twitches as I consider Bethany sprawled out naked on the quilt.
“I love it,” I growl. “It’s so fucking awesome.”
“We haven’t even gotten to the best part,” he tells me. “This way.”
He shuffles past me, then strides down a long corridor. At the end, he pushes through a door. When I step inside behind him, I grin. It isn’t exactly the way I would have done it, but it certainly works. Side by side are three sturdy cells, much like the ones he was fucking Kami in. They’re made of Plexiglas or something—thick and seemingly impenetrable. Each cell is fitted with a heavy padlock and small circles are cut in the top for air circulation. Inside each is a folded blanket, a dog bowl, and a bucket to piss in. The room around the cells is tiled from floor to ceiling and the halogen light flickers and hums. In the center of the large room is a drain. If things get messy, a quick hose down would be all it would take to clean it up.
“What do you think?” he asks, a wide grin on his face. “This is the part I had done up just for you.”
I want to ask if he thinks he’ll like his cell, but I don’t. One day, when he’s tucked safely inside and I’m disemboweling Kami in front of him, I will ask then.
“It’s perfect. I’m going to get her now,” I tell him as I start past him.
He grabs my bicep and shakes his head. “Slow down, killer. You can’t simply accost the girl. We need a plan. That isn’t the plan.”
“I do have a plan,” I snap. “I’m going to take her out on a date. Then, I’ll bring her back here. She’ll come willingly. Bethany wants me.”
His amber eyes narrow as he studies me. “Since when?”
I freeze and clench my jaw. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy with Kami, I would have had an opportunity to tell you.”
Our eyes meet in a heated challenge.
“Tell me what I missed.” His tone is soft but cold.
“I kissed her. Ran into her and kissed her.” A smile tugs at my lips. I don’t tell him we had phone sex or that I was stalking her at the bookstore. I don’t tell him about her doll gift, or the fact that I sense she knows it’s from me. I certainly don’t tell him I almost got my ass caught by Dillon Fucking Scott.
“Odd.”
I lift a brow. “Why is that so odd?”
“Seems vague is all.”
Meeting his stare, I look him dead in the eye. “I ran into her yesterday. When she looked up, there was attraction there. I asked her if I could walk her home. She felt the connection, Tanner. I saw it in her eyes. So, I walked her home, kissed her pretty mouth, and got her number.”
His mouth twitches into a smile. “How adorable.”
I give him a shove. “Fuck off. She’s different. The moment was intense.”
“I bet it was.”
Ignoring him, I continue to prowl the space and explore. It’s so fucking perfect, I can’t even deal.
He eventually leaves the bunker, and I take the time to call Bethany.
“Hello?” Her tone is soft and sexy as fuck.
“Morning, beautiful.”
She sighs, and the sound rustles my cock awake. “Morning. I didn’t expect a wake-up call.” There’s a smile in her voice—a smile I want to kiss away.
“You’re going to hear my voice every morning,” I tell her. Soon, I’ll wake her up with my dick deep inside her and my teeth scraping along her throat.
She chuckles, and it makes me wonder how it would feel with my cock stuffed down her throat. Would it vibrate? Could I come from her sweet laughter?
“My mom is gone for three days at a seminar that just came up. We had to cancel our pedicures and everything. Anyway, Elise always goes out on Friday nights. I thought…” she trails off, her voice becoming unsure. “I thought maybe you could come over. I’m a good cook. I could make you dinner and…”
I could feed my cock to you for dessert.
“Yeah?” My voice is husky with need.
“We could see what happens after that. Watch a movie or—”
“Fuck?”
She squeaks. “Master.”
“Yes, my pretty doll?”
A sigh.
Her sighs speak straight to my cock.
“I’m a virgin. I’m not sure if…I mean…I want to…”
I thought she was, but hearing her confirm she’s saved herself for me is music to my ears. She waited and will only ever know my cock and my love. It fucking does things to me.
“Go slow?” I almost choke.
Over my goddamn dead body.
“Maybe.”
She can’t even say the word without lying. My doll wants this as much as I do. She wants me to take her and keep her. To fuck her and love her.
“I’ll do my best,” I lie. “And I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in ages.” Not a lie. “Mostly, I just want to see you.” Truth.
“I want to see you too. Seven okay?” she asks. “I wanted to have enough time to go buy something pretty to wear.”
I don’t want her to wear anything new. I want her to wear something she’s made.
“I’m sure you have something lovely in your closet. Don’t buy anything. Surprise me with something simple. My favorite color is white.” Pure, like snow. Untouched, like my Bethany’s virgin cunt. And when her innocence drips from her lips between her thighs, we’ll ruin the perfect dress, and it will be beautiful.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” I assure her. “It’s coming off anyway.”
“Master!” she cries out, then laughs. “Slow. Remember?”
Oh, I remember, I just don’t give a fuck.
“Of course, Doll.”
We eventually hang up, and I find Tanner watching me, his brows lifted in surprise.
“Will you require my assistance in getting her here?” he asks.
I flash him a crooked grin. “No, but I do need some rope. Can you get that for me?”
“I thought you were going to lure her here? She wants you, right?” he challenges.
“I need the rope to keep her here. In my bed. My sweet Bethany isn’t going anywhere.”
He laughs, and it sounds devilish. “There’s my Monster. I’ll get you your rope.”
The day drags on and on. To pass the time, once Tanner dropped me back off, I walked down to a postal box and sent my father a nice fuck you letter with a picture of my new doll as a bonus, just to taunt the old cunt, knowing I have her and there’s nothing he can do about it. It’s funny how karma comes back around.
I wander into an old antique shop near the club, finding all kinds of bullshit. The store is dead aside from someone rummaging around in the back. Old trinkets. Ancient furniture. Dusty books. In the back corner, I discover an aging vanity. Small, like it’s designed for a girl. Perfect for my doll to put her doll on. The mirror is still intact, the edges are carved ornately, and it has a single drawer beneath it, but it’s well over my budget. I could probably ask Tanner for the money, but then he’d know I was buying a gift for my pretty new doll. I’ll have to sort this one out on my own. I’m still admiring the piece when an old woman hollers at me from a ladder.
“Need some help, young man?”
“How firm are you on this vanity? I don’t have three hundred bucks,” I admit.
She straightens some books on the shelf and swipes the dust off them with her rag. “I’m in the business to make money, not give it away.”
Yeah, bitch, well I’m in the business of making sure I have enough money to keep my pretty new doll, not spending it on your overpriced attitude.
I grit my teeth. “I’ll give you two. That’s all I have on me.”
Lies. But she’ll be lucky if she gets that.
“Three.” She stuffs the rag into her belt. “If you can’t afford this store, please run along to the Walmart.”
Her snippy attitude bothers me. Approaching the ladder, I glare up at her.
“Two.”
She jerks her head down and frowns, her wrinkly lips pressing together. “Three.”
Stubborn old bitch.
I grip the base of the ladder. “Two.”
“Three—ahhh!”
In a single moment of fury at this dumb bat’s attitude, I jerk the ladder hard. Losing her footing, she crashes to the concrete floor, her head hitting the surface with a loud pop. I stare in fascination as blood pools around her. It never gets old.
I shake away my daze. Well…fuck. I didn’t mean to do that. Snatching the dust rag from her belt, I wipe off the ladder where I touched it, then tuck it into my pocket. I heft the vanity into my grip and slip out the back of the building. It takes longer going behind the buildings because I have to wedge the vanity past dumpsters and shit, but eventually, I get it home. Later, I’ll take it to its permanent home.
For a moment, I worry about drawing the police so close to The Vault, but figure they’ll see it as an accident. The old antique store didn’t even have a computer cash register. Everything was old, I’m certain they didn’t have security cameras. The old lady fell from the ladder and cracked her head open. Open and shut case. They won’t suspect a thing.
Me: I’m starved.
Doll: For me or my famous spaghetti?
Me: Does it make me an asshole if I say both?
Doll: Actually, it’s sweet that you want me to cook for you.
Me: Nothing sweet is running through my head right now. Is it seven yet?
Doll: So impatient. I’m shopping for the ingredients as we speak.
I want to tell her I know this because I’m two aisles over following her, but I refrain.
Me: I bought you a gift.
I hear a squeal of excitement across the grocery store, and it makes me smile like a fucking idiot.
Doll: Really?! That’s so sweet. What is it?
Me: It’s a surprise.
Doll: I hate surprises.
I can almost imagine her lips pouting. Soon, I’ll have those lips wrapped around my cock. She will learn to love surprises…I have a few.
Me: You’ll love this one.
Peeking around the corner, I’m delighted to see her staring at her phone, her cheeks brilliant red. The dress she’s wearing for me is white and lacy. Innocent, but short. The knee-highs are sexy as fuck. She looks like a little girl in a woman’s body. My cock is painfully hard in my jeans.
Doll: What do you think about chocolate cake? Mine is to die for.
Me: My mouth is watering…
Doll: Bad Master.
She’s smiling as she starts pushing her cart toward the baking aisle. I peer down that aisle as a tall, lanky motherfucker calls out her name.
“Elizabeth? Is that you? I almost didn’t recognize you. Holy fuck, that outfit is hot,” he groans. He runs his fingers through his blond hair and flashes her a flirty smile. He’s not alone. A couple other guys waggle their eyebrows behind him before carrying a case of beer to the counter, shouting they’ll see him back at Randy’s.
A possessive growl rumbles from my throat.
“Jason,” she bites out in a cool tone as she pulls down a can of condensed milk. “Good seeing you, but I’m in a hurry. I have a date.”
My chest tightens at her words, but the motherfucker isn’t deterred.
“I could keep you company until your date. I was bummed you didn’t stay for the movie last night,” he says, his tone fake sad. The dumbass kid is sporting a weak boner in his jeans. A boner for my doll.
“Not interested,” she snips. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She starts past him, but he grips her elbow hard enough to make her yelp.
My teeth clench, and I fist my phone so hard, I’m afraid it might crack. I want to go pry him away from her, but I can’t interfere where I know there are cameras. The ball cap on my head hides my appearance now, but if I slaughter that stupid fuck in the baking aisle, it might raise some suspicion.
“We could hang out in my car after this. You. Me. This dress,” he mumbles as he lifts the back of it.
This dipshit needs to die. I start down the aisle, no longer worried about getting caught, when I hear a sick crack.
Jason grunts and stumbles away as she hurries down the aisle away from him. When our eyes meet, he stares at me in confusion as he swipes blood away from his forehead. The condensed milk can she had rolls at his feet.
My sweet, feisty doll just kicked this fucker’s ass.
I’ve never been so proud in my life.
With a smirk, I abandon him and slip out past where she is checking out. Once I’m settled in my car, I watch as she walks out with two sacks in her arms. I want to follow after her so fucking badly. To make sure she gets home safely. I mean, fuck, that dress is going to stop traffic or get her kidnapped or some shit, and no one is taking my doll—no one but me.
But I have more pressing matters to attend to.
My cock jolts.
I ignore that matter as well.
Turning my gaze back to the store, I wait for Jason to emerge. Strolling to his shiny red Mustang, he climbs in, and I follow him all the way to an apartment. He’s oblivious to the world around him as he attempts to stop the bleeding on his head.
Oh, son, you’re going to bleed a fuck lot more than that for touching my doll.
I stalk behind him as he takes the stairs and unlocks the door to an apartment, slipping through before the door can close behind him. The fucker is in such a hurry to get to the bathroom, he doesn’t even notice me following after him. I’m cautious in case this isn’t his apartment and others are inside, but it’s silent until I hear him cursing. Then, the shower starts. I slip into a bedroom and sit at the desk. With a quick move of the mouse, the computer wakes back up, and what I see pisses me right the fuck off.
Her.
My Bethany.
Pictures.
So many pictures.
This has to be his apartment.
Most are of her and Elise, probably stolen from Facebook, but others are ones he took of her without her noticing. In the dark at the movies. Her watching the screen with a scowl on her face. Pictures of his hand on her thigh. So many dark, grainy pictures of her thighs. Motherfucker.
I delete them all. I don’t want him having pictures of her for others to see when they’re combing through his belongings. Once I’m sure she’s deleted from his life, I storm into his bathroom. The shower curtain is slightly agape, and the loser is jacking off his mediocre cock, no doubt remembering Bethany in her pretty dress. Fury surges through me.
“She’s mine,” I snarl as I snag the curtain open.
The fucker’s eyes are wide as he screeches in surprise. Grabbing him by his jaw, I yank him out of the shower, and he slips, but my brutal hold prevents him from busting his ass.
“You think you can touch what’s mine and not get punished?” I hiss, careful to keep my voice down, knowing neighbors are everywhere.
“N-No. I have n-no idea wh-what you’re t-talking about,” he sputters.
I knee him in the balls, and he cries like a little bitch, then yelps when I shove him into his room.
“Put your goddamn clothes on before I skin your cock and staple it to your forehead.”
“Y-You’re not g-going to rape and kill me?” he asks in astonishment.
Freak.
“Rape you?” I howl, laughing. “In your dreams, stupid fuck.”
He glowers at me, and it pisses me off.
“Unless that’s what you want, pretty boy,” I snarl as I pounce on him. He struggles, but I manage to pin him face down. “Want the big scary man’s dick in your ass?”
He sobs, his body shuddering beneath me. “N-No. P-Please.”
I laugh, cold and dark. “I’m not gay, asshole. I’m in love with the woman you thought you could touch.”
“Elizabeth? You’re her boyfriend?”
“I’m her master.”
“I’m sorry,” he chokes out. “She never mentioned you.”
My phone buzzes with a phone call, and I yank a shirt from the floor, then cram it in his mouth as I straddle him. Once I’m sure he’ll be quiet, I answer the phone.
“Bad news,” Bethany says in a sad tone. “I dropped my bag with the eggs. Looks like the chocolate cake isn’t going to happen.” She sounds positively distraught over that fact.
“Make it for me some other time, Doll. I’ll get your dessert later, right?”
She laughs, seeming to relax. “I thought I said go slow.”
“I’ll eat my dessert really slow, beautiful. So slow, you’ll beg me to go faster.”
Her breath hitches. “You may be too much for me.”
“And I’ll never get enough of you.”
Dumb fuck struggles and grunts beneath me, so I use my elbow to give him a whack to the temple, knocking his ass out without leaving a bruise.
“See you in two hours,” she says, her voice happy. “We’ll just see where the night takes us.” The night is going to take us straight to my bunker where I’ll spend the night fucking her into oblivion.
“See you soon, Doll.”
We hang up, and I hustle. I have just enough time to take care of this motherfucker and get back to my doll.
I quickly type up a note on his computer: I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this anymore.
Once that’s done and I’ve swiped my prints from the keyboard, I drag him to the window. With a hasty glance, I make sure this second story apartment is up high enough, then shove him head first past the frame. His body lands with a satisfying thwack.
I’m coming for you, pretty new doll…