Benny
TANNER IS BUSY. DOING WHAT? I don’t give a shit. It gives me a fucking breather. My rage still simmers under the surface after the turn of events with Kami. Three years, I’ve been by his side, doing his dirty work and feeling a bond I didn’t know I was capable of, yet he’s more of an enigma than a Victoria’s Secret store.
I’ve been dying to see what my Bethany has been up to. Last night, it took the ultimate control not to snatch her right out of her doorway and drag her into my car. She’d been fucking exquisite in her silky nightgown that barely covered her ass. It was surreal that she opened the door and I got to view her in the flesh directly in my line of sight. I wanted to yank her lacy panties down her thighs and rub my dick along the crack of her ass. To feel her pure skin against mine.
To take.
Take.
Fucking take.
She belongs to me. Fated. A reincarnation.
But I’m wiser, because of Tanner.
I make smart moves, because of Tanner.
It was all worth the waiting. The motherfucking patience. Holding back when all I wanted to do was grab, grab, grab.
She dolled herself up.
Just for me.
And did a live feed.
Just for me.
I received the notification on my phone and watched as my sweet Bethany, my pretty goddamn new doll, looked right into the camera, right into my fucking soul, and spoke to me. Blew me a kiss that landed right on the tip of my cock. With haste, I yanked my dick out and jerked off, replaying her video over and over and over again until I shot my load all over her stunning face on the screen.
And the best news, according to Tanner—she has a twin. I’d seen her for myself, albeit muted by the darkness and Bethany blocking my full view of her. The girl was a sobbing mess. Watching the two Bethany girls bicker was fascinating as fuck. An illusion. Too perfect to be real. The ache that never stops throbbing in my chest intensified to an earth-shattering roar.
Two.
Two.
Two.
Mine.
Kami, even when forced to divulge details under Tanner’s authoritative glare, still held back. One day, I’ll cut her tongue from her throat and stomp it under my boot. If she doesn’t want to speak, I’ll make sure she can’t motherfucking speak. What she did tell me, though, warmed my soul.
Elizabeth is a book nerd. Quiet. Shy. Detailed and organized. Childlike. Innocent.
Elise is a popular girl. Loud. Outgoing. Flighty and disorganized. Woman. Not-so-innocent.
Two sides of a single shiny coin.
I want both sides.
I want them both, goddammit.
Kami babbled on about shit. She had lots of information on Elise. Her likes, dislikes, favorite foods, music—I catalogued it all, but when I compared it to my list for Elizabeth, it was severely lacking. It pissed me off. Made me crave to discover those things on my own.
When I noticed the two girls leaving together this morning, I followed them to a quirky, half-priced vintage bookstore. Elise bounced in with irritating blonde streaks in her hair I hadn’t noticed before, while Elizabeth followed meekly behind her. Elise wore holey jeans and an off-the-shoulder sweater that revealed too much skin. Elizabeth wore a simple white dress, modest and long-sleeved. Pure. The knee-highs were a nice touch. The pale pink headband in her gorgeous dark hair was an even nicer touch. The scuff-free black dress shoes on her feet made my dick hard.
Slipping into the store was difficult because of the stupid fucking bell on the door, but I eventually managed to push in behind a woman with three noisy children. People were so focused on the wailing toddler, they didn’t notice me come in. The woman retreated from the store quickly after many annoyed glares from patrons.
Now, I’m looking for Elizabeth, but it’s Elise whom I find first. I peek between the top row of books on a shelf. Her ass jiggles as she motions to the menu board, flirting with the male barista. I want to strangle the asshole for the heated look he’s giving her. My eyes scan the area, looking for Elizabeth.
“She’s just had her heart broken, so go gentle on her.” The voice is sweet, familiar, and I jerk around to face my obsession.
Pretty New Doll.
Bethany.
Mine.
She’s fucking captivating. I stand there gaping at her, not wanting to blink and watch her disappear. She bites on her fat bottom lip that begs to be sucked as her gaze travels down to my neck, then my chest. A blush creeps across her throat as she inspects the new tattoos covering old scars. Tanner thought tattoos would help change my appearance. I think he just has a hard-on for tats.
Blinking away her daze, she waves at me, and my eyes fixate on her slender fingers, the nails painted a sweet bubblegum pink. “Hi. She’s my sister.” And I’m your brother.
I want to grab her by her tiny jaw and jerk her to my mouth. I want to inhale her, suck her, lick her, and fuck her.
I want her. I want her. I fucking want her.
“Right. Okay.” The blush spreads up to her cheeks, and she turns to leave.
Not so fast, Pretty New Doll.
I strike out with my hand, snagging hers.
I want her. I want her. I fucking want her.
“Ouch.” Her body jerks at my touch, and I release her, then silently curse when I realize she’s stabbed herself on my keychain. Her blood, bright and motherfucking brilliant, blooms like a rose on her pure skin.
I want her. I want her. I fucking want her.
“I’m sorry.” My voice shakes, and I sound like a fucking idiot, but I don’t care. My dream is standing before me, a picture of innocence—perfection personified.
Her nostrils flare and her mouth parts. Hazel eyes flicker with lust. With curiosity. With intrigue. With interest. My sweet, sweet doll’s eyes are so fucking expressive. It makes me wonder what they’ll look like when I have her pinned beneath me as I drive my cock into her untouched cunt. One shy, heated look from this girl and I know she’s a virgin. That she’s waited just for me. She wants me to take it. She wants me to push her frilly panties to the side and make her scream. Her eyes practically beg for it. This is how it should have been all those years ago. A fresh sprinkle of hate crawls over my skin for my father and mother.
Reaching out, I grasp her tiny hand. It’s cool to the touch, and I want to kiss her until her flesh burns with heat. As if she’s under my fucking spell, she watches as I bring her skinny finger to my mouth. I kiss the tiny blood rosebud and fire blazes within me, a hunger like never before clawing at me from the inside.
I need her. I need her. I fucking need her.
The urge to devour her nearly consumes me. It almost has me ignoring every lesson Tanner has ever taught me.
Almost.
With my eyes on her heated hazel ones, I suck the sweet, metallic blood from her finger. But it’s not enough. Like a motherfucking vampire, I want to suck it all from her body and fill her back up with me.
I need her. I need her. I fucking need her.
Her breath hitches when I lick her, soft but suggestive. The lick promises pleasure. It promises so much more than her world can give her. My tongue silently says, “Soon, I’ll save you, my Bethany.” It takes everything in me to pull her hand away from my greedy mouth, but I release her despite wanting to cage her forever.
I beam at her. “There. All better.”
Her cheeks blaze crimson once more. My sweet Bethany loves my smiles. I’ll smile at her as I fuck her over and over and fucking over again.
“Um…thank you?” Her words are breathless. Embarrassed even. So fucking adorable.
“You’re beautiful.”
Her lips twitch as she attempts to hide a smile. Pretty New Doll loves the attention. She practically glows, goddammit. Stunning. The motherfucking sun.
She swallows and jokes, “Says the man creeping on my sister from the shadows.”
Her words cause my blood to run icy cold. The other girl—her twin—is nothing compared to her. Fucking nothing. Elizabeth is absolutely perfect. The other girl is flawed and damaged—used and broken. She needs restoring.
But this one?
This one needs nothing…but me.
“No.” I grit my jaw. “She’s not right. Her presence, the blonde, her attitude, it’s all…wrong.” I grin at her again, loving how she responds to me. “But you? You are perfect.”
Her expressive hazel eyes peer straight inside me. For a brief moment, I’m afraid she’ll see all the dark, dirty, shameful parts of me I don’t want to face. My failures. My childish obsessions. My kinks and shortcomings.
But she doesn’t seem to see any of it.
She sees me.
And I fucking see her too.
“I’ll being seeing you,” I tell her, my promise so thick, you could cut it. I steal one last glance at the angel in the bookstore before I slip away. This was supposed to be a recon mission, a moment to peek in on their lives and gather real intel—intel that cunt Kami couldn’t provide. Instead, I ran right into her. The innocent little thing caught me right in the middle of my naughty act.
No judgment.
No anger.
She was smitten.
My heart swells as I stride out to my car. Once inside, I’m irritated Tanner is blowing up my phone.
Tanner: I checked up on your cells. I think you’re going to like them.
Tanner: Where are you?
Tanner: Monster…
Tanner: Goddammit, you’re stalking them, aren’t you?
Tanner: Don’t take them.
Tanner: Don’t fucking take them.
Tanner: So help me, if you ruined all this because you couldn’t fucking be patient…
I grin at the screen, elated as hell. This day has been like a shot of heroin straight to the vein. I’m buzzing with the thrill. My dick is alive with the need to possess and consume her.
Me: I didn’t take them. I’m out grabbing a coffee. Calm your shit, man.
Tanner: Good boy.
My high fades, and I frown. I need to put a new plan in place. When I look back at the bookstore, my smile is back. Elise bounces from the store, a book clutched tightly in one hand and a to-go coffee in the other, while Elizabeth sits in the car already waiting for her. Elise climbs into the car, and her head moves as she babbles, basically carrying on a conversation with herself.
Elizabeth, my pretty new doll, is still in the moment with me. She looks over her shoulder and scans the cars as if seeking me out. Her hazel eyes search for me. The sun shines through the windows, highlighting her smooth pale face. The smile on her plump lips is a gift just for me.
As much as I want to roll down my window and call her over to my car so I can yank her in and take her now, I refrain. Barely. With my gaze forward, I hit the gas and drive away before I break all the rules and ruin everything.
She’s worth the wait.
“You’re keeping something from me.” Tanner’s voice carries a slight edge to it as he sips his bourbon from the tumbler in his iron grip. Everything about him screams calm, but I don’t miss the flames flickering in his amber eyes or the way his knuckles turn white with how hard he’s holding the glass.
“I’m not,” I lie, careful to keep my voice even, my stare on him steady.
He has no room to talk about keeping things from each other. Want to talk about Kami? Asshole.
He holds my gaze for a beat before rattling his glass and downing the rest. His fingers snap together, and a moment later, a curvy brunette is shoved into the room. Regaining her composure, she waltzes over to us. I’m not interested, but my dick has been at half-mast ever since I tasted my Bethany. Seeing long brown hair and full lips is almost enough for me to pretend it’s her.
If I squint just the right way…
Reaching forward, I grab the bottle of bourbon from the table between us, pour three fingers worth into his glass, and bring the bottle to my lips. The brunette straddles his lap, but his blazing gaze is on me.
Master only bows for one.
I press my lips to the bottle and drink straight from it. Drink. Drink. Drink. Tanner’s eyes are wide with surprise as I chug the liquor. As soon as the alcohol burns through me, I settle back, resting my head on the cushion behind me. Unbuckling my jeans, I tug my aching cock from its confines, close my eyes, and stroke myself. Tanner’s eyes are on me—I don’t have to see him to know they are. They always are. This little show is for him. A fucking distraction. A reminder that we are a team. That he needs me just as much as I need him. Make him need me more. Because fuck Kami.
“Sugar, my friend’s cock needs attention,” he growls to the woman before pushing her from his lap. Our gazes meeting for a brief moment.
Her bracelets jangle as she approaches, wariness ablaze in her eyes. Her instincts are right, but she knows why she’s here. The liquor is alive in my veins. And as long as I keep my eyes closed, I can pretend. So I do. I can keep up the charade that this dumb bitch is my Bethany until I have the real one beneath me. The thought of driving my cock inside her and destroying her hymen makes my cock jerk in my grip. I can hear shuffling. The tear of a condom. What surprises me is when a strong hand covers mine to still my stroking. Tanner slides the rubber down my shaft.
“Friends look out for friends,” he assures me, lust thick in his voice.
Forcing my eyes open, I meet his gaze. If the devil had eyes, they would be Tanner’s. Fire and fury and fucking ferocity rolled into amber orbs.
“Thanks, Master,” I tell him, my tongue running along my bottom lip in a suggestive way.
His gaze darkens as evil lurks behind his eyes, and I wonder if he’s ever felt this way about a man before. The need to touch rather than be touched. There is nothing submissive about Tanner, and if he thought I would, I’m sure he would bend me over and try to own me.
Not going to happen, my friend.
I do the owning around here.
“Of course, Monster.” Sitting on the arm of my chair, he snaps his fingers, and the brunette obeys. Like the good little whore she is, she straddles my waist and the alcohol sets in, fast and hard. Through my haze, it’s easier to mistake the brunette for my Bethany. Mind over matter. Her fingers work at tugging my shirt up off my chest, and I assist, tossing my shirt at Tanner, who remains silent as he watches.
Her eyes expand as she takes in the ink covering the entire right side of my chest and torso. The scars beneath raise the scales on the monster, making it almost appear like he’s moving over my skin with each breath I take.
“Tell me you’ve been looking for me,” I demand, my hands all over the brunette’s firm tits. She smells sweet. Not perfect, but tasty. When she sinks down on my cock, I groan. This bitch feels like a whore. Loose as fuck. It ruins the fantasy and the need to end her is overwhelming. I want to destroy the wrong, ruined dolly.
“Don’t think, Monster,” Tanner’s smooth voice says as it washes over me like a warm blanket. “Just pretend. Not for much longer. Soon, she’ll be all yours. You can suck her and fuck her and make her bleed.”
A moan escapes me as I recall her sweet metallic taste. The way her breath hitched when I sucked her poor injured finger. When I finally have her, I want to taste her blood again. When I shatter her innocence, perhaps I’ll lap up the remnants as it trickles from her perfect pussy, running down to the crack of her apple-shaped ass.
“That’s it,” Tanner encourages. He’s behind me now, his strong, capable fingers kneading out knots in my shoulders I didn’t know existed. Like the devil, he whispers things into my left ear. But instead of having a voice of reason on my right, he whispers dark things there too. “Take her. Use her.”
My hips thrust up into the wannabe doll as Tanner’s teeth graze at my left earlobe. Large palms splay over my pectoral muscles before reaching out to cover my hands over her tits. I squeeze hard, eliciting a cry of pain. With his hot breath in my ear and palms greedy to touch me as I touch her, I let the alcohol steal me away. I let the brunette help create a fantasy. I let the pleasure take over.
“Turn around,” he rasps, his order to her no doubt heard.
The practiced whore swivels around so her ass faces me without breaking her stride of sliding up and down on my shaft. I don’t want to look at her ass. I’m afraid the spell will be broken if I open my eyes.
“Finger your pretty new doll’s ass,” he instructs, his hot breath making my dick jolt inside her loose hole.
I bring two fingers to his mouth, and he sucks them past his lips, his tongue eager to taste me. Five bucks says if I asked him to put his mouth on my dick, he’d bow before me.
Master only bows to one.
He’d suck my cock and worship it.
I’d own him.
I already do.
I own him because the promise of more is something he desperately wants but will never ask for. It’s my duty to tease and lure and slowly drag him to me. I want him on his knees, but not to suck my dick. I want him to want to so badly, he bows to me. I want him on his knees—that’s where all my obsessions belong.
Right.
In.
Fucking.
Front.
Of.
Me.
I want to stroke them and praise them and adore them from beneath me.
Owning him in such a way would feed me. Imagine the power that would give me.
Yanking my fingers from his mouth with a pop, I find the crack of the brunette’s ass. When I shove the two fingers inside her without warning, she whimpers, but like the eager cunt she is, picks up her pace as she fucks me. Her ass has been used before, and it loosens to the fit of my fingers. I add another two without lubing them, forcing them inside. A pained groan spills from her lips as she tilts farther forward, giving me more access. Tucking my thumb into my palm, I curl my fingers into a fist and push inside her up to my wrist. The sounds coming from her are not ones of pleasure. It fucking hurts. Good. I quite like wearing her like a puppet master with his worthless puppet.
“Good boy,” Tanner breathes against my neck. “My monster is learning. Taking. Owning.”
Master only bows to one.
I angle my head to the right, exposing my neck to him. An offering. A morsel. A motherfucking taste of what he desires most. His hesitation is brief, but then his full lips open and close over the crook between my shoulder and throat. I expect kissing and sucking, but pain penetrates the haze of alcohol and lust. His teeth sink into me, biting, and warm liquid runs down from my neck over my chest. He’s a ravenous beast. Starved for me. Just as he should be. But he’s marking me. Taking ownership.
That’s my job, motherfucker.
I fuck the whore’s ass with my fist, forcing her body over my cock with the pounding of her asshole. Blood mixed with a hint of shit seeps down to my elbow. My nuts are tight with the need to come. It would be so much better if I had my Bethany, but the wait won’t be forever.
Soon.
Soon, my pretty new doll.
Soon.
Tanner’s greedy mouth isn’t satisfied with just my neck. He wants more. His teeth linger by the flesh of my jaw, and he digs his fingers into my cheeks, turning my head. For a hot moment, his breath mingles with mine. I risk opening my eyes, and am so glad I do. His fiery need is so fucking desperate, it sends me over the edge. I love the power I have over him. So simple. So addicting. He wants to latch his lips to mine and prod me with his tongue, spearing inside my mouth. The intrusion would be forceful and demanding, much like my little master doll in all aspects of his life. He wants to kiss me as though he owns me. But I have him by the proverbial balls.
“Fuck,” he groans against my mouth, our lips nearly touching. “Fuck, Monster.”
The way he growls out his words, the way my pretend dolly’s body is forced to rub up and down along my cock—I finally lose it. My eyes snap shut, and I see her.
Elizabeth.
My Bethany.
Pretty New Doll.
She’s a delight all in white.
A motherfucking princess.
My queen.
I come and come and come, filling the whore with my desires for another. I’ve barely stopped spurting out my release when the brunette is jerked from me. I’m wasted from the liquor and high off the fantasy, but blood and shit coats my entire arm. Fucking disgusting whore.
Monster is sated.
And Master is still hungry.
Wrenching her around, he shoves her down between my thighs on her knees. “Pull the condom off and suck him clean,” he snarls, his grip in her dark hair brutal.
My cock has fallen limp, but the way he makes her cry out has me hardening again. She clumsily removes the condom, and he releases her long enough to push his slacks down his thighs and sheath his cock with a rubber. His eyes on mine, he lifts her by the hips and drives deep into her primed cunt. It satisfies me knowing he wants to feel where my cock just was. Her squeals remind me of pigs headed for slaughter, and his fist is back in her hair, forcing her on my cock.
I’m amused and turned on by the way he brutalizes her. She’s not real. She’s a fucking whore. A loose cunt. A nightmare when all I can focus on is my dream.
Tanner pounds into her hard enough she screams around my hard dick, the vibration making my balls tighten. It makes the hairs on my bare lower abs stand on end. Those screams wake the beast—anger the beast—feed the beast.
“You like this?” he grunts out, his eyes wild with lust as he regards me. “Are you happy, Monster?”
I’ll be happy when you’re on your knees worshipping me, Master.
“Hold her hands.”
His command comes out as more of a beg, and it takes everything in me not to smirk at him. Instead, I obey, gripping her wrists as he pulls his blade from his jacket pocket. Flipping open the knife, he stares right at me. Tanner has lost it. He’s out of control, raging like the beast that often claims me. Lust, rage, and jealousy blaze in his eyes as he lifts her head slightly so my cock is out of harm’s way when he digs the blade into the side of her throat. He slices along her carotid without apology before pulling the blade free and roaring when her wound spurts like a greedy cunt squirting out its release. His eyes remain on mine as she gurgles just above my cock, her weight pushing her farther onto me. The heat from her blood rushes down around me like a waterfall of lust, and I work my dick back into her mouth now that she’s hardly able to fight me, being nearly dead and all.
I come down her throat.
Jesus Christ, do I come, and Tanner’s eyes blaze like the flames of hell when the creamy release taints the blood pouring from the hole he created.
Tanner comes too.
Together, we grunt like two wild animals, our kill bleeding out between us.
His stare makes claims. Mine. Mine. Mine.
The obsession Tanner harnesses is dangerous. Enough to endanger my pretty new doll if he doesn’t contain it. I’ll have to scale back. Keep him on a tight leash. Teach the master how not to be a motherfucking monster.
It takes time.
You must exercise patience.
Tanner’s words, not mine.
I’m just the one who obeys those simple rules.
I will win.
I will keep them all.
My perfect, precious dolls.
Mine.
Tanner pulls out of the dead whore and lazily pushes her to the floor. Her face slides down my thigh, thudding against the floor between my legs. His manic eyes zero in on my blood soaked cock, the crimson river dripping between my hard thighs. Like a bull in the motherfucking arena, he charges, his greedy, needy hands swiping at the mess.
Cum.
Blood.
Saliva.
His fingers run through the river like he’s going to finger-paint the goddamn walls with it. He kicks the dead doll away with a heavy boot and takes her place. Standing like a seething dragon over me, he loses himself to the blood, my seed, me. And I let him. I allow him to indulge in this chaotic moment, studying his breathing, the tick of his jaw, the flickering in his eyes.
Obsession.
With me.
Master only bows to one.
My cock twitches once more, and his hands are no longer curious, but full of intent. Laying back, I enjoy the way he worships the blood, smearing it up my abs and onto my chest, then my cock, the fake doll’s blood still dripping from it. The intense pleasure coursing through me has nothing to do with the need to come and everything to do with the need to possess and own.
His hands leave me and he fists his own hard cock, stroking over and over again, until cum explodes in ribbons of his thick, creamy release. I flinch when it lands over my cock.
And his spine stiffens.
Abrupt. Sudden. Sharp.
Reality seeps back in as the blood soaks the cushion beneath me and I use my shirt to quickly remove his mark.
Neither of us say a word as he jerks his hand away from his cock as though he’s been burned. You can’t burn the devil, silly. Rising to his full height, he yanks his slacks up, and glares at me.
He’s retreating.
And I need him to stay.
So I pull the leash.
Tug. Tug. Tug. Just like he wants to be tugging on my fat cock.
Running my fingers through the blood on my abdomen, I bring it to my lips and suck it off. His eyes burn through me as he watches. Tanner’s favorite color is red. Tanner’s favorite color is me.
Red. Red. Red.
When I have all my dollies in a row, I’ll make sure to get him a shiny red bowtie to wear.
“Want to go to Waffle House? I’m fucking hungry,” I say, as if none of this just happened and he didn’t witness my rejection of him owning me.
Monsters don’t have feelings.
Monsters don’t want power.
Monsters don’t try to outsmart their master.
Authority has his spine straightening and shoulders squaring. Whatever you need, Master, to make you feel better. He forces a playful smile, but I know it’s difficult when he’s already bared the belly to his beast. Offered his fattest vein for me to sink my teeth into. A master is nothing but a bossy man in a suit compared to a beast who decimates and devours.
“Your treat, asshole,” he grunts.
We both laugh, this time not forced at all.
Tanner always buys.