Chapter 5: Blinded by Need
Chloe stumbled forward, each step grinding tiny shards of glass deeper into the soles of her bare feet. The headlights cut through the darkness like twin blades, blinding her, but she pushed towards them, towards safety. Mom. Dad. Cold air rasped in her throat, tasting of copper and pine. Blood, warm and slick, painted streaks down her thighs from the deep gash near her hip, mingling with the sparkling fragments embedded in her skin that glittered grotesquely in the harsh light. Her arms trembled as she reached out, a raw, silent plea escaping her bruised lips. Marcus was back there. On the kitchen floor. Still. She needed them to see her.
The SUV’s engine growled, a deep-throated rumble that vibrated through the gravel beneath her. It was close now, maybe fifty yards down the long driveway. But something was wrong. The lights weren't holding steady. They weaved slightly, the vehicle itself lurching a fraction to the left, then correcting jerkily back towards the center. Chloe faltered, a spike of confused fear piercing her haze of pain. Why are they swerving? It wasn’t icy. The driveway was clear. Were they drunk? Panic tightened her chest. She needed them here, now, before he came looking. Before he finished what he’d started.
Inside the SUV’s plush, leather-scented cockpit, cocooned from the cold night, Sarah Miller’s world had shrunk to the thick, veined length of her husband’s cock filling her mouth. The engine’s rhythmic thrum vibrated through the seat, syncing with the hungry, wet sounds she made. Her blonde hair was a messy curtain obscuring her view of the windshield as she bobbed her head, taking him deep, her lips stretched tight around his girth. Edward’s hand was tangled painfully in her hair, holding her firmly in place.
"Fuck, Sarah," Edward groaned, his head tipped back against the headrest. His eyes were squeezed shut, lost in the sensation. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the AC blasting. He shifted his hips, trying to get more leverage, pushing himself deeper down her throat. "Suck it. Suck my fucking cock like you mean it."
Sarah responded by hollowing her cheeks, creating a tight, wet vacuum. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum. Her other hand snaked down, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his trousers to roughly cup his balls, squeezing and rolling them. She loved this power, the feel of him hardening impossibly further, the desperate sounds wrenching from his throat. It was control. Validation. Proof she still had it.
The headlights momentarily washed over a pale, blood-streaked figure staggering near the edge of the driveway – a flicker of movement in Edward’s peripheral vision. But his groan wasn't one of horrified recognition. It ripped from him as Sarah deliberately scraped her teeth along his sensitive underside shaft, the sharp edge sending a jolt of near-painful pleasure through him. At the same time, her fingers dug harder into his balls. The combined assault made his leg spasm. His foot slipped slightly on the accelerator pedal, making the heavy SUV lurch forward with a sudden, unsteady growl before he instinctively corrected, his focus entirely consumed by the demanding heat of his wife’s mouth.
"Shit! Teeth, careful," he gasped, though his grip on her hair tightened, forcing her down again. He bucked his hips upwards, fucking her mouth in shallow, demanding thrusts. "Use your fucking tongue. Yeah… like that."
Sarah moaned around him, the vibration making him shudder. She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue furiously around the leaking tip, her eyes glinting with dark amusement in the dashboard lights. She relished his loss of control, this animalistic response she could still elicit. His world was reduced to the wet pressure, the scrape of her teeth when she chose, the demanding grip of her hand. The outside world, the driveway, the night – it was all a distant blur, irrelevant noise drowned out by the slick, obscene sounds filling the car and the roaring pulse of his own lust. He saw nothing but the dark crown of Sarah’s head between his thighs, felt nothing but the insistent, building pressure low in his gut. He wasn't close to cumming yet, not with Sarah expertly holding him on the knife-edge, but he was utterly, blindingly consumed.
Chloe watched, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, as the SUV corrected its erratic path and continued rolling towards her. But the hesitation was gone, replaced by that same steady, ominous approach. Why hadn't they stopped? Why hadn't they seen her? The dazzling beams were almost upon her now, illuminating the frantic tears tracking through the grime and blood on her face. She took another agonizing step forward, the gravel biting deep, and raised her arms higher, her voice finally breaking through in a ragged, desperate scream.
"MOM! DAAAAAD!"
The sound tore from her raw throat, echoing weakly in the vast, indifferent night.
Inside the SUV, Edward gasped, "Oh god, Sarah, don't stop... fuck!" as his wife deep-throated him again, her nose pressed hard against his groin, her throat muscles working. Sarah’s only response was a muffled, wet groan of satisfaction, her world contracted to the salty-sweet taste of him and the power thrumming in her jaw. The scream outside was just wind in the trees, a distant animal cry, lost entirely in the intimate, urgent symphony of their recklessness. The headlights swept over Chloe’s trembling, naked form – a pale, bloodied ghost in the night – and kept moving.
The headlights swept over Chloe’s trembling, naked form – a pale, bloodied ghost in the night – and kept moving. She screamed again, raw terror shredding her throat, arms flailing wildly as the blinding light consumed her. "STOP! PLEASE!" The colossal chrome grille filled her vision, impossibly fast, impossibly final. Metal met flesh with a sickening, wet crunch. Bone snapped like dry kindling under the front right tire. Her scream choked off instantly, replaced by a guttural, liquid gasp. The SUV jolted violently, rocking on its suspension as the rear wheels rolled over something soft and yielding. A thick, dark smear painted the gravel beneath the chassis.
Inside the plush cabin, the sudden lurch threw Sarah forward. Her teeth scraped hard against Edward’s shaft as her head snapped back. "Fuck!" Edward hissed, pain momentarily piercing the fog of lust. Sarah gagged, pulling her mouth off his slick cock with a wet pop. "What the hell was that?" she gasped, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, tasting salt and something faintly coppery she assumed was him. Her eyes flickered towards the windshield, seeing only the dark driveway ahead. "Did we hit a deer?"
Edward’s hand shot out, fingers tangling savagely in her blonde hair before she could focus. He didn’t glance at the road. His cock throbbed, angry-red and glistening under the dashboard lights. "Doesn't fucking matter," he growled, his voice thick with need. He yanked her head back down towards his lap with brutal force. "Finish what you started, Sarah. Now." Her scalp burned. She opened her mouth to protest, but the hard, hot tip pressed insistently against her lips. The engine’s steady rumble vibrated through the floorboards, masking the wet, tearing sounds from beneath the wheels. Sarah hesitated for only a heartbeat, her gaze lingering on the dark path ahead, seeing nothing amiss. Then, with a sigh that sounded almost like resignation, she parted her lips and took him back in, deep, her throat working.
Chloe lay twisted on the cold gravel, her broken body a ruin beneath the SUV’s departing shadow. Her sightless eyes stared up at the indifferent stars. Blood pooled darkly around her, soaking into the dirt, mingling with the glittering shards of kitchen glass still embedded in her skin. One arm was bent at a grotesque, unnatural angle. The deep gash on her hip gaped obscenely. Pine scent mixed with the thick, metallic tang of her own life spilling out. The killer watched from the treeline, cold eyes reflecting the SUV’s red taillights as it continued smoothly up the driveway towards the grand house. A faint, predatory smile touched his lips. Perfect.
Edward groaned, bucking his hips upwards, driving his cock deeper into Sarah’s mouth. "Yeah, suck it, you filthy bitch," he rasped, his fingers tightening in her hair, holding her head still as he fucked her face in short, sharp thrusts. "Taste it. All of it." Sarah’s eyes watered, her jaw aching. She concentrated on the rhythmic bob of her head, the salty-sweet taste coating her tongue, the demanding pressure of his hand. The slight vibration she’d felt, the muffled thump – it faded into insignificance. Just a bump in the road. Nothing important. Her world narrowed again to the thick vein pulsing against her tongue, the ragged sound of Edward’s breathing, the slick, obscene noises filling the car. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, determined to reclaim his focus entirely. Her fingers dug into his thigh.
The SUV rolled past the spot where Chloe’s body lay cooling, leaving it swallowed by the darkness behind them. Edward glanced briefly out the side window as they approached the garage, seeing only the familiar outline of their expensive home. Sarah’s relentless mouth worked him, keeping him painfully hard, teetering on the edge but not letting him tip over. He liked the ache. "Almost home," he muttered, more to himself than her, his voice rough. "Keep going." He guided the vehicle smoothly into the cavernous garage, the automatic door rumbling shut behind them, sealing them in bright, sterile light. Sarah didn’t stop. She sucked him fiercely, her lips stretched tight, her head moving in his grip as he parked. The engine died, leaving only the wet, rhythmic sounds Sarah made and Edward’s heavy breathing echoing in the sudden silence. He leaned back, eyes closed, savoring the pressure, the heat, the utter oblivion she provided. Oblivious.
The garage door rumbled shut behind them, sealing the SUV in sterile fluorescent light that reflected harshly off the polished concrete floor. Edward’s fingers tightened like steel cables in Sarah’s hair, yanking her mouth off his slick, throbbing cock with a wet, abrupt pop. Cold air hit the exposed, swollen flesh instantly. "Enough," he growled, his voice thick and ragged. "Not yet."
Sarah gasped, saliva glistening on her chin, her lips reddened and swollen. She blinked up at him, confusion warring with the familiar heat in her belly. "Edward? What—"
"Upstairs." He cut her off, his eyes dark pits of hunger fixed on her. One hand shoved her roughly back into the passenger seat while the other adjusted himself, tucking his still-hard cock back into his trousers with a grimace of frustrated need. The zipper scraped audibly. "Bedroom. Now."
She hesitated, her gaze flicking towards the door leading into the house, the scent of pine and distant blood faint beneath the garage’s oil-and-leather smell. "But Chloe... Marcus... we should—"
"Fuck them." Edward leaned in close, his breath hot and sour against her ear. His fingers dug into her thigh, hard enough to bruise. "You’re going upstairs, strip naked, and get on that fucking bed. On your knees. Ass in the air." His voice dropped to a vicious whisper. "I’m going to spread those tight cheeks wide and eat that pretty little asshole of yours until you scream. Then I’m going to fuck it raw. Deep. Until you forget your own fucking name. And I don't give a shit if Chloe hears us. You started this but I swear to fucking God I'm going to be the one to finish this. Now get up there."
Sarah shuddered, a tremor running through her that wasn’t entirely fear. The crude promise ignited something primal, overriding the nagging unease. Control offered, control taken – it was their twisted dance. "Yes," she breathed, the word barely audible.
She fumbled for the door handle, her movements jerky. Stepping out onto the cold concrete, her heels clicked sharply in the cavernous space. She didn’t look back at Edward, didn’t glance towards the dark kitchen windows. Her focus narrowed to the interior door, its polished wood gleaming under the harsh lights. She pushed it open, disappearing into the shadowed hallway beyond, the scent of imported coffee and old wood momentarily replacing the garage’s metallic tang.
Edward watched her go, a predatory satisfaction tightening his jaw. He adjusted himself again, the ache in his groins a delicious torment. He’d make her wait. Make her wonder. Let the anticipation build until she was dripping. He shoved his own door open, the heavy thud echoing. His polished loafers scraped on concrete as he strode towards the same door Sarah had vanished through, already picturing her naked, trembling, obedient. The house felt unnaturally still, the silence thick and watchful. He didn’t notice the faint smear of crimson near the kitchen threshold, barely visible in the gloom. Or the living room window, shattered
The faint smear of crimson near the kitchen threshold, barely visible in the gloom, went unnoticed by Edward. So did the jagged teeth of broken glass framing the dark void where the living room window had been. He only registered the chill draft curling around his ankles as he stepped inside, the rich scent of imported coffee now undercut by something metallic and sour. His focus tunneled towards the stairs, towards Sarah waiting. Upstairs. Obedient.
He paused at the bottom step, his gaze catching a fresh, wet smudge on the polished oak floor – dark, almost black. A muddy boot print? Chloe’s carelessness, probably. That girl. Always leaving messes. An irritated growl rumbled in his chest. "Goddamn it," he muttered, kicking absently at the smear with his loafer, succeeding only in smearing it further. The coppery tang was stronger here. He dismissed it. Irritation flared hotter, feeding his hunger. He took the stairs two at a time, the wood creaking under his weight, the house groaning around him like an old ship.
Sarah stood by the vast bed in the master suite, bathed in the cool moonlight filtering through sheer curtains. She’d obeyed. Naked. Her back was to him, skin pale and smooth in the dim light, the curve of her ass high and defiant. She hadn’t knelt yet. Waiting. Testing him. His cock pulsed against his zipper, a demanding throb. "Did I fucking stutter, Sarah?" His voice was low, dangerous gravel. "On your knees. Ass in the air. Now."
She flinched at the venom but slowly bent forward, bracing her hands on the silken duvet. Her spine arched, presenting herself, the vulnerable pink pucker of her asshole clenching tight beneath the soft swell of her cheeks. The display sent a jolt of raw lust straight to Edward’s groin. He unzipped his trousers, freeing his thick, straining erection. He didn't bother undressing further. He stepped close, the heat radiating from her skin. His rough hand slapped her ass cheek hard, the sharp crack echoing in the room. She gasped, a sharp intake followed by a low moan. "That's it," he breathed, the scent of her arousal now thick in the air, mingling with the distant metallic hint. "Stay just like that."
He dropped to his knees behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her completely. He leaned in, his breath hot on her sensitive skin. His tongue, thick and demanding, lashed out in one long, wet stripe from her clit, over her slick entrance, straight up to her tight, quivering rosebud. Sarah cried out, a strangled sound of shock and intense sensation. "Oh, fuck, Edward!" He didn't pause. His tongue circled the tight little hole, probing insistently, flattening against it before spearing the tip inside with relentless pressure. Again and again. Wet, slurping sounds filled the quiet bedroom. She writhed, pushing back against his face, her cries turning into desperate, panting gasps. "Yes! Oh god, yes! Just like that! Lick it!"
Edward feasted. He devoured her, his tongue working her asshole with obscene intimacy, plunging shallowly, then flicking rapidly over the sensitive rim. His fingers found her soaked slit, sliding easily through her drenched folds, finding her swollen clit. He rubbed hard, fast circles. Sarah bucked violently, a high whine escaping her. "Gonna cum! Fuck, Edward, I'm gonna cum on your fucking face!" Her whole body tightened, trembling on the precipice. He growled against her skin, the vibration making her shriek, and doubled his efforts, tongue fucking her ass while his fingers punished her clit. She shattered, her body convulsing, juices gushing over his fingers as she screamed wordlessly into the duvet, her asshole clenching rhythmically around his invading tongue.
He pulled back, saliva and her wetness glistening on his chin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes fixed on the glistening, well-used hole he’d just violated with his tongue. It pulsed faintly, beckoning. He spat, a thick glob of saliva landing directly on her stretched opening. It oozed slowly downward. "Filthy cunt," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed his cock, thick and purple-headed, slick with pre-cum. He rubbed the weeping tip roughly against her saliva-slicked asshole, pressing insistently against the tight ring of muscle. "You want this cock rammed up your shithole, Sarah? You want me to fucking wreck it?" He pushed, just the thick head threatening to breach her.
Sarah, still trembling from her orgasm, whimpered. It wasn't fear, it was raw need. "Yes! Please! Fuck my ass, Edward! Fuck it raw! Stretch me!" She pushed back, trying to impale herself. He held her hips firm. "You beg for it," he commanded, grinding the head against her resistance, feeling the muscle yield slightly. "Beg for your husband's cock in your dirty ass."
"Please!" she sobbed, her voice breaking. "Shove your fat cock in my ass! Tear me open! Fuck! I need it! I need you to split me!" Her words were a desperate chant. Edward grinned, a feral baring of teeth. He leaned forward, bracing himself over her. He pushed, hard. The thick crown of his cock breached her tight ring of muscle with a brutal, burning stretch. Sarah screamed, a sound ripped from her soul – pain and ecstasy intertwined as he forced the first thick inch past the clenching resistance. Her body fought him, unbearably tight, impossibly hot. He gritted his teeth, groaning through the intense pressure, and shoved deeper.