Page 16 of Daddy Brigadier

“You have to promise no one finds out.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” He takes my hand, pulling me down the hallway until we find ourselves in the back room, surrounded by boxes of inventory. He locks the door, turning to me with a naughty grin. “So, do you come here often?”

“No, this is my first time. I moved to New York to attend college.”

“Well, I’d love to show you around,” he replies, drawing me closer to the boxes.

“I can’t do this. I don’t even know you,” I say, a giggle escaping me as I slap his chest.

“It’s just the two of us in here. No one will know.”

“Then kiss me,” I whisper.

He leans down, his lips brushing against mine. “Wow, you’re absolutely stunning.”

I manage a smile, though my anger simmers beneath the surface. “Thank you.”

“That dress has every guy in the club wanting you, but tonight, you belong to me.”

“I’m yours,” I assure him, kissing him back. My lips trail from his mouth to his chest.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” His hard cock jabs into my body, and my stomach knots as I remember him grinding himself on me that night.

“You’re so sweet.”

“Yeah, I am.” He squeezes my breasts with his hands, moving his mouth to my cleavage.

I sigh deeply, pushing down the sick, cold feeling in my stomach.

I press him against a stack of boxes, and he ends up halfway sitting on one. “No one’s going to catch us, are they?” I ask, my voice tinged with anxiety.

“No, we’re fine,” he responds, gazing at me with the eager curiosity of a horny young boy.

Gently, I place my thighs over his knees. “What about cameras?” There’s a tremor in my voice, and I hope he didn’t catch it.

“Nah, no cameras back here, baby.”

“Okay.” I start unbuttoning his shirt, working my way down to his pants. His moans let me know he’s enjoying every touch, every caress, every second of sweet anticipation.

As I unbuckle his pants, I tilt his head to the side, gently nibbling on his neck. My hands slide between my legs, and I lean closer, whispering, “Let me show you just what I’m capable of.”

“Yeah, show me. Put those pretty lips on my cock.” His head tips back, and he closes his eyes.

“You ready for me?” My heart pounds in my ears as the moment I’ve been waiting for these past months has finally come.

“Yes,” he moans.

Pulling a small blade from between my legs, I rapidly stab him in his neck, severing the two carotid arteries.

His eyes fill with panic as he struggles to stem the flow of blood with his hands. Begging for help, he reaches out to me desperately. I shake him off and push him away.

I pull off the wig, my brown hair cascading freely down my back. “Do you remember me?”

He can’t respond, a mere croak escaping his lips as death approaches.

“Because I remember you,” I hiss, leaning in closer. “I’ll see you in hell, motherfucker!”

I push him away, and his dead body slumps against the boxes, eyes still open.