EroticReverie

Malachi …Three Days Later

“He needs us all there.” Ryder says as I just lay in bed. 

“And you need to fucking get out of bed and eat something.” He says gruffly. He’s still angry. But so am I.  I’m also another emotion I don’t care to be. Sad. She ran. She left. I’d told her to. But she’d done it. Good for her. But bad for me. 

Ryder and Lazarus are the closest I’ve ever come to having a real family. Then there was Eve. Sweet. Innocent little Eve. My one true pet. Where was she now? Nobody had come to the house. I could feel the panic in the air from Ryder and Lazarus. I’d screwed up. I’d put all of us in danger just to get her out of the danger from us…from me. 

“Get out.” I say without any real feeling or emotion. Staring at the ceiling. I’ve laid in bed for three days. Only leaving it to go to the bathroom. Seeing the shattered mirror and holes in the walls and then falling back into bed. 

“He said he wants all-“ 

“I don’t care.” I say and pull the covers over myself and turn on my side. 

“God damnit Malachi” Ryder growls. 

“He misses her.” Lazarus says. 

It’s not a taunt. 

“Yeah. Well he’s the fucking one that let her run.” Ryder snaps and I close my eyes and picture her. Her scared naked body running away from the house of men that captured her and abused her. 

Ryder leaves and Lazarus stays. He wants to say something. But sighs and leaves a moment later. 

I roll onto my stomach and push my hand under the pillow and pull out the white dress of hers I’d put her in. I push it down and under my stomach and over my groin as I grind against it. 

“Pet” I groan as my cock stiffens and I can still smell her in my bedroom. This would be the sixth time I’d fucked her god damn dress since she left me. 

I could only do two things now. Lay in bed. Or get off to thoughts of her. I push my cock against the white fabric. Remembering how pretty she looked in it. Remembering her hitched on my hip whenever I carried her around the house. Always carrying her. She felt so good hanging onto me. I imagine her pretty moans , how much she enjoyed it when I was good to her while fucking her. 

I think of he sweet little kisses and tiny smiles when I’d let her steal as many of them as she wanted. 

I close my eyes. Groaning and my jaw clenches and tears push out the tight corners of my closed eyes. She’s gone. She’s fucking gone and I’ll only ever have her clothes to fuck now. At least I can’t hurt her anymore. The monster inside of me is angry for what I’ve done. For letting our favorite pet get away. 

The monster craves her screams, her tears and her small body going limp when I’d fuck her senseless. The monster misses her body being limp and pliable to it every whim. It misses pounding away at her tight little cunt. It misses pouring piss down her throat and into her cunt. It misses slapping her. 

I think of her on her knees , her mouth wide open and my warm piss splashing into her mouth. We both like that. Me and the monster.  I grunt as I fuck the dress harder. Pushing and grinding myself into the mattress. 

I had to find her. I had to bring her back. I had to have her here. 

I picture her soft small hands on my arms , on my back , on my chest as I fucked her slowly. Her breathy little moans and the way she said my name. I hear her telling me she loves me. I wince as I picture the last moments with her. Her bandaged wrist. Her sad eyes. She just wanted me to love her. And I did. I do. But she’d never be able to understand the darker parts of me. She was Eve. Pure. Beautiful and sweet Eve. She’d never understand the things the devil does inside of me. 

I thrust my hips as I play back the sound of her telling me she loves me. Trying to get her to admit she didn’t really love me and her voice insisting she did.

“Eve” I groan as I fuck her dress faster. My chest tight and tears falling down my cheeks. 

Where was she now? Is she safe? Would someone else hurt her? I grit my teeth and groan her name as I keep fucking the memories of her. 

“I love you” I groan. Looking down between myself in the bed. Hating the fact it’s just her fucking dress and not her gorgeous body underneath me. I hate looking down and not seeing her pretty face and those eyes. 

I cry as a I cum. 

What had she done to me? Would I ever find her again? Would I ever see her or hear that voice ? Would my pet forget me? Forget how hard I’d tried for her? My cum stains the dress for the sixth time and I fall to the side and lay there panting. 

After a few moments I ball up the dress and shove it back under my pillow. 

I get up. Angry. The monster and me both furious. The monster is angry at me. And at her. But I’m just angry with myself. 

I take my first shower in days. Fucking my fist and getting off again to the memories of her I have in the shower. Her soft body. My hands on her as I wash her. My cock inside her as I held her against the wall and drove into her and claimed her. Cumming deep inside of her again and again. 

After the shower I get dressed.  I couldn’t just lay in bed. I had work to do. Work that had to be done. And then. I’d look for her. And I wouldn’t stop until I found her. Because I can’t fucking live without her. I let her go. And I wasn’t going wait for her to come back to me. 

“Let’s go.” I say as I walk down the stairs and find Lazarus on his knees. Sucking off Ryder. My nostrils flaring. 

“Do you want-“ Lazarus starts to offer. I scowl and turn and walk out the front door. 

Minutes later both of them come out the front door and I’m already in the SUV. 

“At least the cops haven’t come.” Laz offers half way through the silent drive. 

I say nothing. 

“Yet.” Ryder says with a huff. 

“She won’t tell.” Lazarus says. “You know she won’t” 

Ryder and I both say nothing. 

“Do you think she’ll come back?” Lazarus asks and I can hear the hope in his voice. He was a monster. We all were. Yet small parts of us had been awoken by her. Tiny bits of the men we could’ve been if life hadn’t ruined us. 

“No.” Ryder says. “Why would she?” He huffs. 

“Because she cares about us.” Lazarus says and my heart twists. 

We’re all silent. 

“She does. I know she does.” Lazarus says and  it said with the hope of a little boy. Just needing to be cared for. The hope we all have buried inside of us to be worthy of someone to care for us other than ourselves. 

“I know she does.” Lazarus barely whispers to himself.