Killer Results

Control

Who am I?

POV David

I let her take control and I was disgusted with myself. There was no pleasure in r****g that horrible woman, but she asked me to. I just barely kept erect, I had to stare at Lauren and remind myself, this was for her. When she approached me after, I wanted to inhale every inch of her and remove the shame of what I had just done, but I was afraid of losing control. Then she asked for control again, and I gave it to her.

The moment she came, she fell to my chest, gripping onto me for dear life. I refused to move, I'm not exactly sure what was happening, but she passed out. Again, I would be left wanting, Lauren had that effect on me lately, but I wouldn't take advantage of my wife.

I carefully carried her to the wash room and proceeded to draw a bath for her. Then removing the soiled clothing I lowered her into the tub.

"Mmmm." She moaned softly.

"Hello there." I chuckled as I rubbed a wash cloth over her body.

"I'm sorry." She tilted her head back as I rubbed clean her neck and shoulders.

"For what?"

"Everything." She rolled her head towards me. "I should never have asked you to do that. I'm sorry."

"It was different, not my style, but I would do anything for you."

"Don't. I don't want to change the man I love, I want to know him. Before our honeymoon is over, will you show me who you were before we met? I want to know that man."

I paused, "Are you sure Lauren?"

"David," she sat up in the tub and reached for my hand. "I meant my vows. I accept you, the real you. You will not scare me away." She leaned in and kissed me softly and the groan that escaped my lips could not be stopped, I wanted my wife in the worst way. She smiled, "I could help with that." She pressed her lips against me again. She was teasing me.

I nodded and stood up. I couldn't hide my excitement, she reached forward and pulled my hips towards her.

"Okay, but I need to make a quick phone call before we get too comfortable here, I don't want her husband showing up anytime soon."

She looked up at me, batting those lashes. "He won't rush home." Then she slipped her wet hand around my erection and pointed towards it her mouth. "Because he doesn't love her like you love me." Her tongue danced along the tip, until her warm mouth began to massage my shaft.

"My god." I could feel the rumbles of her giggling as she took me deeper. She gave a little cough and then her hands were covered in her warm saliva. Slipping smoothly through her palms up and down my member, she was offering me release.

I resisted aggression, but she needed to be held, I wanted to control the rhythm. She wanted to know the real me, but I also didn't want to frighten her. I cautiously wrapped my hands into her hair, taking control of her head. She didn't fight it, she let me pull and push her where I wanted her.

I thrusted my hips forward, and she gagged but continued to suck. She was giving me everything I wanted. My body was taking over, and I couldn't hold back. I held her head firmly in place while pressing myself into her warm mouth and exploded.

Then I waited for the recourse but found none. My body covered in sweat, I released her head and looked down to see Lauren smiling up at me.

"Did I do good?" Her grin was infectious.

I dropped to my knees and kissed her deeply, I loved this fearless woman.

"You did amazing."

"Can we do it again? I think I could do it better." She winked at me and I laughed. Then she laughed. "I think you should get in this tub with me. I think it's my turn to wash you."

True to her word, I climbed in the tub to be washed and satisfied again by my temptress of a wife. I'm not sure how I will survive if she keeps spoiling me like this, but what a way to go.

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Honey I'm home

POV Lauren

I sat on the love seat, wearing a lovely blue and white sundress I borrowed from Mrs. Randal's closet, she wouldn't be needing it anymore. Waiting for Mr. Randal to come home from work. It was well past five, the earlier threat of Mr. Randal coming home, was just that, a threat. Finally, headlights shone through the front window and I knew he was pulling in, by now he would be wondering who was parked in his driveway. I crossed my legs, pursed my lips, and prepared for the stand off I deserved.

The door clicked and opened slowly as Mr. Randal adjusted his briefcase to shift his keys and close the front door.

"Lilyanna?" He removed his coat and hung it on the rack by the door and set his case and keys down on the table by the entry.

"Sorry I didn't make it home when you called, I was stuck in a meeting." He walked into the living room and looked directly at me, "Lilyanna?"

"She's tied up at the moment, but we had a lovely conversation earlier about you." I tried to stay calm, my heart was racing, but I didn't want him to know that. I needed to be in control. David was watching, I was safe, all I had to do say his name and he would step in.

"Lauren? What the hell are you doing here?" Mr. Randal aggressively walked across the room and halted only when he noticed I wasn't flinching at his approach.

"Waiting for you." I took a breath and stood. "We parted ways before ever clearing the air, I thought it only right to give you the opportunity to explain yourself."

"Excuse me?" He almost laughed at my request.

"Did I stutter? My apologies. You fired me after knocking me up. Would you please explain why the f**k you think you have any right to treat me that way?"

His smile dropped and lifted his arm without hesitation and backhanded me. "If you're going to speak like a sailor, then I will pop you like one. Watch that mouth of yours Lauren!"

"You never complained about my mouth when you were dating me." I could taste the blood, and a quick run of my tongue over my lips, confirmed he split my upper lip. I smiled, he wanted to hurt me. I would watch him die.

"That's because it was busy giving pleasure not spouting off curse words and nonsense." He stepped towards me, then he pulled my hands together and lifted them over my head. Shoving me backwards till he pinned me hard against the wall. He pressed his body against mine and whispered in my ear. "Where is my wife."

"I told her about us." I giggled in his ear, "she called me one of your whores." He pulled back to look me in the eyes.

"You liar." I nodded my head no, while smiling wide.

"I told her you got me pregnant. You have a daughter." He released my hands and ran his hands through his hair and then paused to stare at me again.

"Was she upset?" He looked worried.

"Furious! I thought she might kill me, but she calmed down, I think she even understood how easy it is to become a w***e at the end of our visit." I giggled again.

"You did this!" He slammed me against the wall this time, forcing my head and back to collide with so much force I felt the wall give. I crumbled to the ground laughing hysterically. "She left me, didn't she?!"

"Well, she ain't coming back!" I couldn't stop laughing. He grabbed my hair and dragged me to the couch.

"You worthless piece of s**t. Shut the f**k up!" I couldn't stop. I knew his wife was rolled up like a burrito in the bedroom down the hall, a f*****g burrito! "I'll f*****g shut you up!" He removed his belt and went to strike me, but his arm never came down.

David held the belt in his grasp, and that kept Mr. Randal's arm in limbo.

"Were you planning on striking my wife?" The color drained from my abusers face.

"David, I was just starting to have fun. I could've lasted a little longer." I calmed my fit of giggles as I spoke.

"He already busted your lip, that was enough for me to watch." Then turning his attention back to the man ready to hit me, "You like to beat women?" David moved so swiftly I didn't see it happen until Mr. Randal fell to the ground. The belt struck him hard in the legs, causing him to buckle. David climbed on top of him and began to beat the living s**t out of him. I watched until the sounds became more squish and less thud.

Finally, David looked tired and his knuckles scraped and bloodied. I handed him a towel and he kissed me.

"Feel better?" I asked him as he wiped the dead man's blood off his fist, and kissed each knuckle one by one.

"I do. I have wanted to beat a man like my father, my entire life. Thank you." He leaned forward and kissed me again.

"Now what?" I really didn't think this far ahead, but we had two dead bodies and a mess to clean up.

"Now we clean up the mess."

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Remind me to never cross David. He thinks of everything. While following a few simple instructions he gave me, David cleaned up around the house and loaded the deceased cargo into Mrs. Randal's car, parked in the garage. I packed an overnight bag for the couple, then dolled myself up like Mrs. Randal and drove her car out that night with the lovely couple in the trunk. David followed behind in our car. We took a few winding roads till we reached Hudson River Palisades, pulled the couple into the front seats, and pushed it off the cliffs into the water below.

We drove away as if nothing happened. Anyone who investigated would assume they went away on holiday and had a tragic accident. We had no reason to be there when the car was found. Instead, we had a honeymoon calling our names.

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POV David

"Where are we going?"

"I rented us a cabin in Tennessee to spend a week. Your mother also mentioned we would be celebrating your 20th birthday, next week."

"I forgot about that, there's been a lot going on over the last year." She paused, "this time last year I was homeless and pregnant. By summer I had Misty, and by fall I met you."

"And before winter you were hitched." I winked at her. "What would you like for your birthday while we are in Tennessee?"

"I want you to show me how you killed before you met me."

"You mean, how I hunted before you?"

"No, I mean killed."

"Lauren, killing is the end game. The hunt is all about finding the prey, setting the trap and catching it off guard. Killing is my way of offering mercy to the prey."

She thought about that for a few minutes, "Okay, I want to watch you hunt."

I had to laugh at how eager she was to see my old ways, but if that is what she wanted then I needed to really make a plan to accomplish a task that normally took me a month, and complete it in seven days.

"The most difficult part will be finding the right victim, that won't be missed and fits my critea."

"So David, what's your type of girl?" Lauren laughed and put of her best impersonation of the dating games host. "Who will David choose for this week's miss unlucky bachelorette?"

I thought for a moment, "I always looked for a woman who was comfortable and happy, always looking towards the future. Someone who had a goal, she never wondered if there was a tomorrow."

"As for looks, they always had blonde or burnette hair, soft features and athletic builds. Their taller than average, a lot like you. In fact, you are a perfect example of a girl I would hunt."

Lauren thought about that for a moment then asked, "then why didn't you kill me that night?"

"A few reasons. First, I was heading home from a kill, and I don't like to kill close to home. Second, I need to hunt, that's part of the thrill. The chase makes the end worth while. Last, you're not the same girl today that I picked up that night."

"What was different?"

"You were already dead to the world. I couldn't leave you to the predators when I saw you on the side if the road. I swear that I saw you move towards my car as I approached you. I thought you were going to jump in front of me!"

"I wanted you to run me over. I wanted to die so badly that night." Lauren took a deep breath, "Thank you, for not killing me."

"Your welcome." I laughed. "If I recall, I saved your life mutiple times that first week, you were doing a bang up job, trying to kill yourself without my assistance."

"You're horrid!" Lauren reached over and slapped my arm looking offended, "Well I never did any such thing."

"If you say so." The laughter rang through the car as we drove south towards our destination.