Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

Jaime's reasoning seemed perfectly logical to an almost drug like induced haziness that was keeping Brandon's eyes cloudy and awash with the ripples of amazing pleasure he had just experienced. He nodded, almost zombie like, and carried the both of them into the bedroom and under the covers. However tired he felt, the slowly regained consciousness he felt creeping up on him did not allow him to fall asleep quite as quickly as his lover. She fit like the perfect puzzle piece at the end of a gigantic jigsaw right into his arms. The soft feeling of her smooth skin and gentle breaths put Brandon at enough ease that he considered dozing off right before his mind woke up completely. It was like a light bulb snapping on above him, but not nearly as harsh or frightening. Instead a pleasant feeling of contentment washed over him as he thought over what had just happened. They'd made love, and fucked. It was truly an awesome feeling, both of them. On the one hand was the passionate and much more emotional side that had connected and amplified all of the purely physical feelings that came from the other. It was not that either was lesser than the other, but by doing both things Brandon knew it made things even better. He had shown, felt, and helped Jaime both see, and feel just how strong his feelings were towards her. There could not be any doubt now between them, and that solid feeling of companionship was both needed and wanted right at this moment. While it had taken him quite awhile to get around to, a very long time, he almost thought it regretfully. Then he realized that the slow and steady build up was what had made it so good. The love, and the more physical fuck. Perhaps if he had been bolder they could have had one that led into the other, or vice-versa, or perhaps they would have had neither and that was almost a depressing thought. Except things had worked out, and there was no place or reason to be depressed. Not after that! He thought with a happy grin, while shifting in the bed to lay another kiss on Jaime's shoulders as he slipped into a more comfortable position. Intent on finding that blissful blackness where he could dream about what had just occurred. Just thinking about it a little had brought his cock back to half-mast, but sleep quickly won that fight and put all of his body into slumber rather quickly. - There was a sniffle from beneath him. One that was trying to hide the pain and terror he had just fully committed to inflicting. That was fine by Bloody Tony, if they wanted to be brave they would just die quieter. Up until this point he had not realized just how riled up the brief, few seconds, of being so close to 'The One Who Got Away' had affected him. After trailing the cop and Jaime Marks to her apartment and taking down all the useful information he could find he had left, the long drive home had got him remembering that pleasant time. Usually he was not a spur of the moment type of guy, but the teen at the bus stop had looked so innocent, so full of false bravado, and so easy that he simply could not help himself. He'd pulled over, asked her where she was going, and got the rather sadly defiant answer of, Anywhere but this shitty town! While the pigtails bounced up and down and the perky little tits, face, and ass had followed into the passenger seat. Her bad luck. The rest was better planned after the bit of impulsive behavior. He'd stopped at a diner, giving her a chance for a last meal and even paying for it himself. They'd driven to a hotel, a nice looking one just on the outskirts of the next city over. Tony had even given her the opportunity to get out then, a bit unsure if this would even work since all he wanted was Jaime. The foolish little waif had invited him up to her room after checking in. Surely she had some horribly romantic thoughts about falling in love with a well-to-do athlete or something. Tony was almost incredulous at the upfront attitude this rebellious little one had. The thought that she knew what she was doing, and could seduce him was what sealed her fate. With a friendly smile he allowed her to lead him in, and began her sloppy french-kissing that he was sure could induce boners in high school boys, but almost made him gag. Once she had gotten his cock free, and her panties off things changed. She realized her mistake, but like the little rebel she was, decided she could deal with it like a woman. True to his name sake, Bloody Tony took her in the pussy first. Tearing her insides with powerful strokes of his thick cock from behind until he could see the tears dripping from the corners of her once confident, now frightened eyes. Apparently she had not fully realized her mistake, because she was surprised when his leathery hand covered her mouth and his red cock slipped from her trembling pussy. She thought she was done, but then he had pressed against the hole she never let boys go near unless she was really drunk and it was just their finger. That one had bled even more, but still her screams died quickly to only sniffles and snobs. She still thought it was nothing more than a rough fuck. That had slightly pissed Tony off, and he'd decided there was no way it could only be that. The sniffle came again as his last blast of hot seed filled her rectum, which was gurgling with regret, and she thought she was done. Tony immediately rid her tiny little confused brain of that notion. Busting her nose and lip with a powerful punch as he straddled her chest and glared down. Clean me off, and if you try and bite I will kill you. Little did she know, that was already the card being played, but sometimes it helped to let them think otherwise for a bit. She cleaned the blood and semen from his cock as quickly as her little cocksucking mouth could, and in the process got him hard again. This time he flipped her onto her back, tied her panties into her mouth as a gag with a strip of her now ruined shirt. Another strip placed her hands uncomfortably behind her back, and her ankles spread to each side of the bed. Finally she was well and truly frightened. Sliding between her legs with an evil glint in his black eyes that mirrored the glint on his knife, he took her slowly this time. She might have been able to enjoy it, if it wasn't for the razor sharp knife that began to carve into her unblemished skin. Just little scrapes and slices first. Nothing that would keep her from enjoying the full experience. Her screams were muffled, and Tony had turned the TV up to it's highest volume. They wouldn't be bothered. As he neared climax, he stopped cutting just to make sure she was beginning to enjoy it, in fact his thick cock and practiced thumb was able to get her off twice before he had finished. It was a long night. The as the third climax approached, fueled by the previous terror filled orgasms, he stabbed her. The thud echoed in the room. He had come from the side, and aimed right between her scrawny ribs. Immediately he yanked the knife out, allowing a hiss of gurgling air to leave her lungs as he himself climaxed. As the light drained from her eyes, and unnoticed to the little teen, Bloody Tony felt the disappointment wash over him. It should have been you, Jaime. - Brandon awoke with a start at the scream, and with less alcohol and being further removed from the bliss of sex his training took right over. Out of bed, flicking on the lights, and scanning the room in an instant. Nothing is wrong here. He thought in brief confusion, before looking back to Jaime. There is something wrong there. The thought saddened, and hurt him slightly. After the beautiful scene that was this night, to have it progress like this left him feeling as if he had failed her. Quickly he shut the overhead light, and turned on one of the side lamps after realizing how bright the damn thing was. Sliding back into the bed, he wrapped Jaime in a hug and pulled her against him. Their naked bodies quickly intertwined and Brandon waited patiently for her to calm down. All he felt he could do was rub softly along her back, and whisper soft words down into her ear. Shh, sh, shhhh Jam. I'm right here... It was only a nightmare... It didn't happen again... You were just, just remembering. Scooting down the bed, so their eyes were level, he kissed her lips. Then he smiled hopefully. Don't think about that... Do you, A blush crossed his features, Remember what really happened tonight? The blush turned into a flush, and his hopeful smiled turned into one that was a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at remembering what had really happened. He traced a finger to push her sweaty hair off her face, and kissed her again. I remember... You were happy, and safe. And I'm gonna keep you that way.