“Spread your legs,” I tell her. She’s hesitant at first but does as she’s told. When her legs spread, I flip the knife in the air, catching the blade in my hand like I’ve done plenty of times before. Dez’s eyes widen as she watches what I’m doing, but like a good little girl, she keeps silent. Slipping the handle between her legs, I toy with her wetness all the while listening to the soft pants that keep falling from her lips.
“What do you feel?” I ask her as I keep punishing her body with the handle before slipping it inside of her.
“What are you doing, Gauge?” She sounds panicked and I fucking like it.
“Shut up and answer me. What do you feel?”
“I’m scared, okay? I’m fucking scared you’re going to cut me.” I pull the handle out a little only to slide it back in. In and out, in and out I fuck her with the knife as her eyes water. When I think I have her where I want her, I pull the knife free, dragging it to my lips and sucking her juices off it. Tossing it to the floor, I grab Dez’s hips roughly, lifting her and pushing her against the wall. With my cock at her entrance, I plunge into her.
“Gauge! Shit!” she hisses as I pound into her. Her body slams into the wall as I fuck her roughly. I bite into the flesh of her neck, licking and sucking. I take her harder than I have anyone before because I want her to fucking feel something without those goddamn drugs in her system. I want her to know that whatever the fuck this is between us is more than those drugs. Her nails dig into my flesh no doubt drawing blood. My hips keep moving, slamming into her as deeply as I can get. Sweat drips down my temples and Dez leans in licking it away. I growl and squeeze her hips tighter before turning and walking us to the bed. I lay her down, staying inside of her before raising her hips in my hands. Bucking my hips, I get even deeper. I reach one hand up and pinch her nipple.
“Oh God!” she screams.
My body quivers as I see her coming apart beneath me. Her pussy clenches, keeping me held deep inside of her. Sweat burns my eyes as it slides from my forehead. My balls tighten, my body trembles with the need to come inside of her.
“Fuck!” I growl and roar at the same time as I come hard. My body jerks as I hover over her trying to calm from the high it was just on. I know I need to get ready to go, but fuck, being with her just feels right.
Fourteen
Dezzy
He left the other day to go on a run. I have to say that I hated it when he left. It was a local thing but apparently they needed him round the clock. I don’t know what he was trying to prove but I fucking loved the way he was proving it. Gauge did something to me that I didn’t know was possible. For the time I was with him in his room, he made me feel things that I didn’t think I could. Emptiness was something I know very well but feeling him inside of me was different this time. I felt wanted, cared for. I felt afraid when he was toying with me with that knife but oddly turned on. I haven’t felt anything but sadness in so long that I didn’t know how to react to it all. He left me in his bed, telling me to sleep and that no one would bother me in there. And that’s what I did. But today is another day and I don’t know what to do with myself.
“What are you up to?” Angel asks when she comes to sit next to me.
“Getting drunk,” I say flashing her the bottle of Fireball in my hand. She giggles and sits back on the couch.
“I heard the guys talking. Some new chick is coming in tonight,” she adds.
“Oh yeah? Anyone we know?” I ask with a slur. Angel shakes her head no.
“Apparently it’s all secretive and shit. No one is saying a word as to who it is. Probably some young slut to give me competition.”
I snort laugh when she says that. Tipping the bottle to my lips, I take a long pull before looking over at her.
“You are fucking hot, Angel. Fuck those other girls, and besides, you aren’t that old, are you?” I ask looking a little confused. She grabs the bottle and takes a drink, her eyes narrowing as the burn slides down her throat.
“I’m twenty-five.”
“See, not old.” I hear a commotion and look up to see my dad storming down the stairs. His eyes lock with mine before moving to the bottle in my hand.
“Oh shit. He looks pissed,” Angel mumbles as he heads toward us.
“Not anything new, babe,” I add with a giggle.
“What the fuck is this? Is that all you do now? Drink, do drugs? What the fuck is with you, Dezzy?” he snaps.
Wow, that is the most interaction that we’ve had since I’ve been here. In fact, that’s probably the most we’ve had since I was a kid.
“What do you care? Don’t you have whores to fuck?” I ask him in a snide tone. “No offense,” I say to Angel.
“None taken,” she says sweetly. Angel gets up and walks away but my dad continues to stand there staring me down.
“You a fuckin’ junkie like Gauge said?” His words burn like acid. I shove off the couch and stand in front of the man who hasn’t wanted anything to do with me in years and keep my head held high.
“What the fuck do you care? Huh? You never cared before so why now?” His eyes narrow and his fists ball at his sides. God, how I wish I could him to talk. Say something to me, anything. Tell me why he hates me so much that he hides from me. Why didn’t he care that my mom took off with me? Anything to ease the ache in my chest right now. He doesn’t say a word. He shakes his head as growls rumble low in his throat.
“Let’s take a walk, yeah?” Shaft comes over pressing his hand to my dad’s chest. He snarls and slaps his hand away watching my dad take another step toward me. I keep my eyes on his, the darkness in them terrifying.
“You better watch your ass around here, Dezzy. My daughter or not you don’t disrespect me or this club.”
“This club? You? Are you fucking kidding me? You disrespected me and mom for this club! You fucked ever whore you could find and pushed us away! Don’t you dare tell me about respect,” I scream at the top of my lungs. I’m coming unhinged. I’m losing myself and I don’t know how to pull me back in. My dad raises his hand so quickly I could barely comprehend what was happening until I feel the sting on my cheek. He slapped me. He actually slapped me, but I don’t cry like I thought I would. I laugh. His face is a blank mask of nothing. No emotions. He shakes his head when Shaft moves in between us.
“Yo, Prez! Take a walk, brother!” he snaps. His words must snap my dad back to reality. He slowly looks over at him before turning on his heel and walking away. That’s when I hammer another nail in my coffin.
“Some things never change, do they, Dad? Walk away. That’s what you’re good at!” He stops mid-stride and I almost think he’s going to turn around but he doesn’t. He storms out of the door just as someone else strolls in.
“What the hell?” I ask more to myself but Shaft’s eyes follow mine.
“Who is that?” My body trembles and my insides churn. What the hell is she doing here and why didn’t my dad stop her when she came in? He just walked right past her as if he knew she was coming.
“That’s my mom.”
“No shit?” he asks.