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  “On your hands and knees now Odette.” I demanded before giving her chance to enter my place.

  I was an in and out kind of guy, no need for foreplay, I knew she was loose enough already and I just needed to get off without relying on the pathetic overused grip of my right hand.

  Odette stormed into my personal space slamming the front door behind her as she entered. First she shed the cover of her leather jack, then she stood parallel to me with each hand on her hips.

  “But Roman aren’t you even going to kiss me?” She whined in her high pitched tone that caused the hairs on my neck to stand on edge.

  Here we go.

  The whininess in her curiosity bugged the hell out of me. She was going to have to be retaught. I entwined my fist in her auburn hair and jerked her head to the side allowing me to access her bony neck. She needed to eat more.

  The scent of lavender almost choked me as I was hit with her overuse of cheap perfume. Her father could somehow manifest the ability to scam innocent people out of their own fortunes yet lacked the power to buy his only biological child a decent perfume, the irony.

  “It seems as though someone has forgotten all their training. Do I need to start from the beginning?” I trailed my tongue down to the length of her neck as she whimpered in my ear. Her lack of response was the only answer I needed.

  “Lesson one, this is about my pleasure not yours.”

  I bucked my growing erection into her clenched stomach warning her what was about to come. The control turned me on, the power made me lust drunk, it could have been anyone rubbing against me for all I cared.

  “Lesson two, the only things I hear from your dirty little mouth are; Yes Sir, Please Sir, fuck me harder Sir.” My hand skimmed her thigh tickling up to her wet pussy. That was one of the few good things about Odette, she always came ready, offering herself to me on a plate demanding to spoon feed me.

  “Lesson three, I am your master, I control your body like a puppet. You only move your hands when I say so. You only grind yourself against me when I ask. My last word is the final one.” I could not be controlled.

  “Lesson four, brake any of the rules and I will fuck you so hard you will be crossing your legs for a week. And no pet, you will not enjoy it.” I continued to warn.

  With that I grazed the pad of my thumb over her pulsing clit and she shrieked into my ear. Ouch. Odette jumped onto me attempting to wrap her legs around my waist, I could see her puckered lips desperate to taste mine. Mid-air I firmly gripped her hips and twisted her flexible body pressing her erect nipples against the wall. Thanks to her lack of panties and self-respect I bent her forward allowing me to pound my iron cock straight into her soaking flesh.

  My mind wondered to salacious images of porn videos I had watched last week, a hot red head going down on a moaning blonde. Fuck I was coming. It was over as quick as it came, even sex was not enough to silence my demons for any longer than a few moments. Maybe if I had a conscience I would reach my hand around and tease Odette’s clit to get her off but I didn’t. I just simply didn’t care, I was done so in my eyes mission had been accomplished.

  “I’ve got to sort some things out in the office, let yourself out.”

  Odette serenaded me with heart felt verbal assaults as I wiped the remains of cum glistening on my dick along her back and proceeded to leave. Jeeh, I was an ass and I couldn’t care less.

  Before I had chance to leave the room I heard the muffled sounds of my phone vibrating on my bed, one of the many things I was thankful of my brother for was his perfect timing - always unintentionally helping me out of awkward situations.

  “Hey man how’s it going?” I inquired. His phone calls may have been often but they were never this late without purpose.

  “Bro, you might want to take a seat, I’ve got some pretty big news.” The excitement lingering in his voice was unmistakable, sparking my curiosity.

  “Go on.” Shit, was he about to say what I thought he was going to say? No he couldn’t be, he wasn’t that blinded by love surely?

  “I’m getting married.” He exclaimed, dragging out the final word of his bombshell.

  Yup, just as I expected, my young naïve brother was so deeply enhanced by a female spell, he was lured into actually believing he would spend the rest of his life with her.

  “Umm, congratulations I guess.” I knew the flatness in my tone would irritate him, another who dedicated their existence to making me believe that things lasted.

  “Well I guess that was more than I was expecting.” His light hearted chuckle calmed me, there was something about my baby brother that felt like home – no matter how I tried to push him away in the past he was always there placing me on an undeserving pedal stall. If I did have any glimpse of hope he would be responsible for it. “But yeah, you know we have been together since we were kids and I know we are young but when you know well you just know I guess.”

  “I guess I will have to take your word for it.” There was no way I would find out for myself. “So what is the real reason you called?” I continued.

  I was never one to beat around the bush. I knew my brother, his usual tactic would have been to lamely pose for some overbearing romantic picture and text me it.

  “I’m having a party this weekend to celebrate and get all of our friends on side before we unleash the news to our families. Please say you’ll be there? I’m not taking no bullshit excuse that it’s not your thing, I am your brother! Plus you owe me for what I had to endure last Friday. The sight of that chick still haunts me. Tristan said he’ll pick you up so you can both come from the office. See you then.” He hurried before hanging up.

  I didn’t even have chance to protest. A sly hackle left the smirk planted on my lips as I remembered what I made him do. I had spent the previous Friday banging some random brunette into the early evening, I had her stripped and tied to my bed at my disposal.

  My cock twitched at the memory of her. She was all “Yes Roman, no Roman, three bags full Roman”. It was not often I was able to dive in dick first without educating them on their role in the bedroom. I was a one trick man with particular likes and they were to be followed. But this seedy brunette was the kind I would fuck repeatedly, a willingly trained submissive with no interest in anything more.

  As I left to clean myself up in the bathroom I received a call notifying me that some mayhem was going down in the office and I needed to sort it out urgently. Business always came first. I had my right hand men that could take the reins but anything involving this new project was my upmost priority.

  That was probably the one downfall of being the owner of multiple firms. Other than being CEO of my own Mergers and Acquisitions Company, I was also founder of several mental illness charities, second in command for my father’s lawyer firm and had my greedy fingers dipped in many pies across the business world. I was never off duty.

  I travelled to the office expecting a five minute trip thinking the brunette would be fine tied up at mine whilst I was tied up in a different sense. Once arriving I soon found I would be away a lot longer than expected. That was where my reliable brother came in, he was the only one I would ever trust with having a key to my apartment, hell he was the only person I trusted full stop.

  The backlash I received for having my brother untie my latest naked lay from my bed was interesting to say the least.

  Not only did I receive assaults from the stranded chick and my unwilling brother but the phone calls I received from his future wife were aggravatingly amusing. She was one feisty bitch and she had him right where she wanted him – in a strange way I found some relief in how she acted, I knew from her obsessiveness she cared and his soul was the definition of pure, the least he deserved was someone who acknowledged that.

  “Who on earth do you think you are manipulating my boyfriend into untying some helpless whore from your bed? The only girl he will be untying is me so if I were you I would use some of that dirty money of yours and invest in someone else to tidy up
your dirty work. Oh and your mum said you best make it for dinner on Sunday it would be lovely for all the family to be together.”

  Yep – she was made for him.

  15 years ago

  "Peyton you know your momma said if you get dirt on that dress again you'll be in overalls for the rest of the summer, please slow down."

  My plea was a pathetic screech as I tried to steady my breathing. Trying to keep at the same pace of my beautiful friend I started running faster. Our matching golden locks and tall frames often got us mistaken for siblings, which of course was a judgment any eight year old girls would be thrilled by.

  There were few differences that separated our identities being that my hair trailed wildly down my back where as hers was forever kept in a neat bob resting on her shoulders. My eyes were a golden brown and hers were a majestic icy blue. Well that and her bossy demeanor always enabling her the status of group leader.

  We were running to our childhood hangout eagerly splashing through the mud trail that led us to our two other best friends - completing our sisterhood of mayhem as our parents would call it.

  My legs moved faster as I raced to catch up with Peyton. I spotted Harley leaning her nimble frame against the large oak tree where we would meet as her younger sister Ava tried so hard to copy her posture. I gigged as I noticed she was applying yet another lip gloss she must of swiped from her mother’s collection, she was the most feminine of us all, sure we all loved to parade around in floral print dresses and would happily spend hours braiding each other’s hair decorating each creation with daisies and tulips we would find in the fields nearby, but Harley was always that step closer to perfection.

  If not for the height difference and visible age gap Harley and Ava could easily be misconstrued as twins. I had always been jealous of their olive skin and naturally golden complexion, complemented by a fashionable flock of curly brunette hair, contrasting to my own pale appearance. The way that Ava idolized her sister was insanely cute and rewarded her with her nick name shadow – always following her older sister around, trying to be a replicate.

  When reaching the group I took comfort on a patch work quilt led neatly on the ground trying to get air back into my lungs. I was definitely a reader not a runner. I sat heavily panting next to Albie as she tried to secure her mass of red hair in a pastel colored scrunchy.

  “If my momma ever lets me dye my hair I am so going red” I stated. I would never actually dream of going red but as an introvert I felt as though Albie always needed to hear glimpses of how much of a beautiful person she was.

  “Oh don’t you dare! I can’t have you copying me.” She placed her sweaty palm on the back of my hand and flashed me a thankful smile, I knew she was grateful for my constant appreciation of her in my life.

  It was just a normal day following a routine of childish games we were all familiar with when it happened. My once rose tainted view on our perfect world was about to crumble into an ashy collection of screams, disintegrating souls and cruel laughter.

  “Ava if you don’t give me that back right now I’m telling daddy you followed us down here again” Harley screeched as her younger sister ran off in a strop. We had spent the last twenty minutes exchanging stories of our excitement for our annual school trip. Being two years her seniors meant Ava had to miss out which was something that always irritated her.

  “Come on guys I think we should follow her, remember last time she went off in a strop and we spent the rest of the week playing Malibu Barbie so she wouldn’t tell on us.” Albie began to whine as Harley interjected –

  “Ugh no! I’m fed up of always being on babysitting duty, it’s about time she started hanging around with her own friends. You guys are so lucky you only have brothers.” Harley complained.

  “Come on Harley you love Shadow as much as we do, let’s go find her.” I pleaded once more.

  We took off in the direction Ava had ran in just moments before, I was a little later than the others as I remained behind to pack up our belongings. As I began to run after them (simultaneously trying to fold the patch work quilt we spent the previous summer) I was drawn to an immediate halt crashing into the back of Peyton.

  “Woah, why have you stop-”

  My mouth fell open wide. A silent scream escaped my trembling lips as I took in the scene that played right before me. Everything began to transact in slow motion like an old fashioned silent movie. My legs took the form of unsteady jelly as I tried to brave myself. All four of us stood behind Ava reeling from the sight her delicate finger was pointing at. I lunged for my friends dragging them in to the safety provided by a nearby bush that shielded us from the nightmare ahead.

  Each one of us cowardly hid in the safety of that bush as we witnessed Mr. Matthews step into a deserted trailer surrounded by overgrown grass and endless trails of stinging nettles. The beauty of the secret garden contrasted to his broken appearance. He no longer held the same appearance of the English teacher at our school but instead a conveyed a dirty unkempt version of his former self.

  Mr. Matthew’s clothes were crumpled and creased covered in mud and disturbingly decorated by splashes of blood draped all over his torso. When I tried to examine closer I noticed he had no wounds of his own. Then I noticed the object resting comfortably in the palm of his clenched right hand. His knuckles were turning white as he began to clutch it tighter.

  Our former English teacher was once a kind hearted soft spoken man we all grew to admire. He was like the cool uncle who would buy expensive gifts and refrain from treating you as a child, when I look back now that reference it made me feel nothing but sick. It should have been so obvious but like they have tried to drum into our guilty minds – we were children, we were never to know.

  We were never to understand the evil that lurked in our world. When everything finally came to light it made so much sense, the way Albie would always tremble at his name, the way her already pale complexion would turn a paler shade of white in his presence. He was not someone to be admired, he was a monster in the cruelest form.

  As a child you fear the make believe that can hide under your bed or in your closet, you fail to fear the evil that exists in those you trust.

  When he had finally been laid off for teaching whilst under the influence of alcohol, the disturbing acts happening just under our noses became known - unleashing an unstoppable trail of destruction in its path. I heard my momma and daddy talk at night about the fact he had caught his wife with his brother. At that point I was not entirely sure what that phrase exactly meant but thanks to my older brothers who felt it was necessary to share all their learning from sex ed class with me, I began to accumulate a pretty good idea.

  The animal had the audacity to blame his monstrous traits on the fact his wife preferred someone other than his child molesting self. After local residents trashed his house labeling every available canvas with the words Pedophile he seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Not even the police could find him. Until now.

  “Aghhh, Steven please, you don’t have to do this.”

  I was immediately brought back to the scene that surrounded me as blood-curdling, helpless screams began to flee the trailer and echo all around us. Fear consumed me. I looked to my friends praying they had a solution of what to do. Someone was in trouble.

  The spine tingling screams were at such a torturous ear puncturing level my eyes grew clouded by tears. Albie had wrapped her arms around her legs trying to provide some sort of comfort as life began to drain from her, I watched as she continuously rocked back and forward with a ghost expression.

  As everything fell silent and there was nothing to be heard apart from our own exaggerated breathing our eyes drifted back to the trailer. We witnessed Mr. Matthews drag a lifeless body along the disheveled blades of grass heading towards a fresh dug hole in the ground.

  The mud and splattered blood on his clothes became explained and I frantically rubbed at my chest, my heart beat growing faster and faster. The eyes of the tort
ured dead body were still open. The pain and desperation laced in her eyes broke me. Everything around me disintegrated into a black mist.

  The fear in those eyes would haunt me for years to come.

  “Oh no, oh no, oh my god please no.”

  With Albie’s hysterical outburst Mr. Matthews looked our way, he started moving towards us and we began slowly edging backwards trying to create a barrier between ourselves and the monster. Albie stayed still. I could tell by her vulnerable stance she was reliving the memory of every disturbing act he had subdued her to.

  The day after he was laid off, I had found Albie coiled down crying in fresh moss hidden in the woods near our childhood homes. She was trying to nurse a tiny robin back to health, I failed to fathom why she was so desperately distraught. That was when she revealed to me the burden she had been carrying for so long, as though every torturous act was her own fault. For some warped reason she believed she needed to do good things or else these bad things would continue to happen to her.

  My heart broke for her that day and it continued to wither now because I knew she felt like that helpless frail girl all over again.

  Before Mr. Matthews had chance to reach us I grabbed Albie and we ran for our lives. We ran for what felt like forever. Trying to escape as fast as our nimble legs would carry us. I risked a glance back to see how close he was, he was too close, Albie was trailing behind and he caught her.

  That was it.

  That was the last thing I could remember before it all went black. I had not had a nightmare in years but that was where they would always end, sometimes my mind decided to create its own warped ending of its own tricking me into believing Mr. Matthews had come after me. The therapists had said I mentally blocked it out but I could still smell the sweat soaking me as I ran for my life. The screams of Mrs. Matthews continued to haunt me as her husband took her life. And I will always remember the downfall that lead to the series of events causing my sweet friends final breakdown.