Creep

Unlike all the other men that walk the streets alone at night, I know the way to a woman’s heart; it is through the sweet hotness of the sex that lies between her thighs in wait of someone to fill her. A woman’s heart is actually a piece of stone set inside a mass of flesh. Only the strongest fire can melt a stone, in case you didn’t know that. I do not melt the stones of women’s hearts. On the contrary, I spark an innate emotion in their hearts that turns them into putty in my hands. Putty. What man doesn’t like the sight of a woman willing to give him every part of herself at the drop of a feather?

Let me tell you a story about this woman named Nicole. Little Nikki enjoyed the feel of being bound to her bed as her boyfriend touched her here and there until he got ready to fuck her. It really annoyed me that she would beg him to stop while he teased her; she never meant a word of it. He always stopped and went right on into fucking her. They were boring people, but I liked to watch them because Nikki had a way of making a gagging sound as if she were being choke during her orgasms. That sound made me smile and there would be a slight tugging behind my navel as I listened to her. I had to have Nikki.

She invited me to her place. I don’t know why she did it, but she did it anyway. Maybe she thought I was some rich guy with loads of cash in the bank looking for a woman to spend it on. But I wasn’t about to give Nikki any more money than she needed to go buy the champagne she wanted. I laugh at Nikki now.

We were barely an hour into our drinking when she dragged me into her bedroom. Her bright pink lips moved quickly with chatter of how her boyfriend had gone out of town for the weekend and left her all alone. Did I mention how Nikki’s teenage periodontal work had paid off so wonderfully later in life? She was dressed in a little dark green midthigh dress with boots that came up to her knees. She made clicking sound with her tongue as she pointed to her little toys scattered around the room. Her toys wouldn’t be needed that night. My right hand wrapped tightly around the nearest vase I could find. Would you believe this woman thought I cared about where she bought her fucking pink laced handcuffs? I clocked her on the head with the vase.

When she woke up, she found herself in a dirty warehouse outside the city. Just as I knew she liked, I tied her up to the bed (which was a rather filthy thing because of the girls before her) with barbed wire at her wrists and ankles. Why was Nikki so beautiful? Her hazel eyes danced when filled with champagne, but they floated when they were filled with fear. Those full lips of bright pink had been stapled shut. Stapling lips shut is no easy feat either, I tell you. Mmm to see such beautiful red liquid running down her chin onto her supple cinnamon colored skin made me want to fuck her right then. Hahaha. Like I would ruin my fun.

First, I show her my toys. I really don’t have any toys aside from the various length knives I carry. What other toys do I need? I fumbled with the four inch blade I held in my hand for about twenty seconds. Nikki wanted to scream, but she wouldn’t open that pretty mouth of hers and risk tearing those lips apart. Haha. There’s nothing like a woman with enough vanity to cure the depression of leprosy. Where was I? Oh yes, I traced a gloved hand over Nikki’s lips. My index finger glided down to her neck where her pulse beat against her skin wildly. Her eyes widened in surprise as I pressed my knife into her neck. I laughed in her face as I sliced the front of her dress open. Really. Why did she think I would kill her so easily? What made her so… special? I removed the dress slowly, denying myself the pleasure of staring at her breasts because the look in her eyes was enough to make me strangle her right then. She was indeed enjoying herself. I was so happy for her. I was so happy she could have this small token of happiness before our fun really began.

What is fun? For me, fun is just like sex. My heart beats wildly at the heat of the moment. My mind is overwhelmed with images that will remain there until I take my last breath. My heart feels as light as a grain of sand tossed about the wind during a storm in the desert. Happiness and sex are one for me.

Nikki. Nikki. I discarded her clothes into a box where I threw the gloves I wore. She turned her head away from me as I brushed my nose against her cheek and sucked at the pulsepoint on her neck. The thumping beat wildly against her skin. My right hand still held the knife I’d used to cut her dress. She groaned as my index and middle fingers snaked up her thighs until they played with her clitoris. She tried to pull away from me. Stupid woman. Blood trickled down her wrists to her arms. It’s called barbed wire. She cried. I fingered the opening of her pussy until I found her wet enough. Her nipples looked like little ebony pebbles. I bit into her right breast roughly and sucked at her nipple. She whimpered. It wasn’t until I bit her nipple hard enough that she moved against her bindings again, did I get a muffled scream. Beautiful little Nikki. Her skin tasted salty and smelled thickly of vanilla. After biting her other nipple twice as hard as I’d bitten the first one, I moved down her body. My eyes locked with hers as I slowly lowered myself down the bed. I bit her again, but this time it was her thigh. It was a hard enough bite to draw blood from her. I stuck the knife in her thigh; it was a good enough place to put it until I need it again.

My tongue traced the skin of her pussy lips. She didn’t know if she wanted to scream or try to get away from me again. If she had screamed then, it would have ruined my plans. She didn’t scream. Good girl. My tongue lightly brushed her clitoris. She began to sob. I held a thigh with each of my hand as I brushed my tongue over her clitoris. My finger dug into the wound where my knife was. All at once she screamed and came in my mouth. I bit into her hard. She tasted sweet and bitter at the same time. I looked up to find her trembling from both the orgasm and the shock that she’d just ripped her lips to shreds. I kissed her. Her blood smeared over my lips and face as I forced her mouth open with my tongue. I kissed her deeper and ripped my clothes away while doing so. My hand wrapped tightly around her neck and I nibbled at her lower lip. Her body trembled and she turned her head so I wouldn’t see her crying.

My fingers dug into her thick black hair and tightened on a handful of it. I yanked her head back angrily and sucked at her lips. She screamed into my mouth. I stood. She continued to scream. My dick shut her up. She coughed when I pulled it out of her mouth, but I didn’t give her enough time to take in air. I held her head in place with my hands as I fucked her mouth. In and out. It was so warm and wet. Mouths are like pussies. Both are pink and wet and can be fucked. I forced my dick down her throat, ignoring her screams. Maybe her lips really did hurt. Anyway, I covered her mouth with duct tape when I was done. Blood was smeared along the entire length of me. Would you believe it was something I’d never seen from a woman’s mouth?

Moving on pass the other biting and cutting I did, I decided it would be very fun to fuck Nikki with my knife. The handle of course. For several minutes it continued on with me sucking her nipples and my knife’s handle moving in and out of her wet pussy. She came again, but tried to hide it with a scream. Very funny. I accidentally slid the wrong end of my knife into her. Oops. I covered her bleeding pussy with my mouth and slid my tongue into her. Blood has a taste that one grows used to after tasting it so many times. I held her thighs apart with my hands and slid my tongue into her slowly. Her body trembled with sobs that made me harder. Blood mixed with come trickled into my mouth and onto the dirty bed. I sucked in a mouthful of the fluid and spit it on her chest. She moved again and the wire dug into her wrists. Naughty girl.

I smudged the red liquid over her chest as I slowly entered her. Of course she was wet. Haha. I lifted her thighs, yes this did cause the wires at her ankles to pierce her beautiful flesh , and I fucked her. I fucked her the way you would fuck a prostitute: roughly. My hands wrapped around her throat tighter than I had meant to. Anyway, I kept ramming myself into her reveling the sweet softness and wetness of her pussy. I loved the way she screamed underneath me. I loved the fear in her eyes. I…I…I came inside of her and had no idea she was dead until I let go of her throat. Her head fell limply to the side. I uttered a scream of frustration. My little Nikki was dead, but she was the best I had had so far. That was saying a lot when there were eight women before her.

There’s no way I’m going to tell you what I did with the body and other things. For one, I saw an Asian girl in boots so similar to the ones Nikki wore that I was filled with a pang of nostalgia as I watched her saunter pass me. I lit a cigarette and made my way towards the subway. It was three o’clock and I had to be there for an appointment. I sat in a seat beside an elderly woman and looked out the window just as a pale red head approached the open door. A cloud of smoke floated into the air as I looked down at my shiny leather shoes.

Let me tell you a story about this woman named Andrea…