Maybe it was time to do some more altering?
I was still pondering that when I was forcing that dildo deeper into my wriggling girl. With her writhing belly muscles and tits before me, and with her trapped and at my mercy, with the heat of her wet mouth slurping around my cock, not coming in her mouth in seconds took a fuckload of effort.
* * * * *
At home that night, I had her dress in a pretty red see-through negligee, and we lay together in front of the fireplace. I kissed her nape and simply enjoyed this wonderful sensation of cuddling the woman I thought I had grown to love. Love was something I had read about, felt in my long-distant past, and even probably was in the middle of.
It was nevertheless like a blind man seeing a movie people had only related to him. He could get the audio, but the rest – imagination required.
Maybe I would grow into it.
So, I said the words.
“I love you, Red.”
“Mmmm. Me too, Isak. I love you.” She snuggled deeper, worming that butt closer.
“Do that again, and I may have to fuck this ass, and I know you are sore.”
She laughed. “Tempted.”
“I have a present for you tonight. Look at what is under the kindling. Look closely.”
She stiffened. “Is that the…”
“It is the suitcase, yes. I decided I have enough ways to screw with your head. It’s done, burning.” The flames crackled and licked over it as we watched. I’d broken it up small, but it was recognizable. “Also, I am gifting you with a scene name so I don’t have to worry about Red getting mixed up with red hard limits.”
“Ohmigod. What? We can always use another word like tentacles, for hard limits.”
“I’ve decided. How do you like Isabella?”
My heart seemed to stall, as I waited for her answer.
“Isabella. That sounds nice, Isak. It feels good on my tongue. Like, maybe, my parents should have thought of that?”
“I’m glad you like it. Isabella you shall be whenever we scene, from this day forward.”
I knew why it felt right to her.
It was her real name. And I would never tell her why and how this had happened.
Once upon a time, I had compelled her to forget her real name.
So much of what I had done in the past had been forgotten by others, but I would always know. I still had an itch now and then, and my sadistic impulses had driven me to excess on occasion. I had learned to channel it into good choices. It was actually fun.
That last one…
He had screamed well, even after we gagged him with his own dick.
Killing murderers, rapists, and the odd murdering rapist, was a beautiful outlet. Tracking them down was a lot easier for me than any law officer. Figuring out ways to make them wish they were dead before they died – it was really satisfying. And my accomplices were silent partners. I made them forget their deeds.
No evidence was left. No loose tongues. I made the cops happy. Win, win.
“Red?”
“Yes?” she asked, sleepily.
“One day soon, we should have a wedding.”
I hadn’t planned to say that, not exactly. I guess I am a little crazy.
“Isak! Wow. You know you are supposed to ask me first?”
“Sure. Think about it.” I inhaled, smelling her hair, and watching the scarlet of her locks shine where the firelight haloed through. “Say yes or I spank your ass black and blue and red.”
Her laughing shook the blanket covering us. Banjo arrived a second later and tried to burrow in with us – partly succeeding but mostly dragging the blanket off us. He wrecked the intimacy, what with Red shrieking and giggling and me laughing at everything, while we fended off the hairy addition to our twosome.
Finally, he snorted and snuggled in between us with his warm weight partly on top of our feet.
The perfect end to a day.
Vigilante justice, a content and slobbery pet, and a wedding on preorder.
“How are you feeling?” I whispered. “No nightmares?”
“Huh? No. None.”
“Good.” I drew her hand to me and kissed the palm. The missing finger sparked a faded remnant of my ire, reminding me of my reasons for anonymity and a fairly staid life.
“Why?”
“Forget it. I thought you’d said something.”
“Hmph.” She sighed and bumped her head on my arm as she found a better place to rest it on me.
It had been a while since the last time, since she’d grown restless. She always said yes when asked if she wanted the nightmares gone. The burning tower never quite left her, but I could fix her. I could help her.
It was a small correction.
As she drifted into sleep her body relaxed against mine, the tension in her muscles ebbed, and her breathing grew quieter. I resisted the need to stroke her hair and merely watched Red. I lay with her head in the crook of my arm and her hair a muddled mess on the quilt, my arm, and my chest.
This is peace. Surely, this is love? That word was important to her.
I’d burned the suitcase, returned her precious name, and I was making good choices.
I drew a deep breath. My chest movement must have disturbed her. Her forehead creased and her lips moved in silent protest.
I would kill anyone who tried to hurt my soft little creature, my ex-CIA analyst, Red.
The same fate was due for anyone who hurt the dog.
I could mull on this forever, or I could sleep. I settled lower and closed my eyes.
What do you create… what do you add to the human existence? That is what matters. Eddie Izzard
