#serialkiller!paterson

He's rarely confident enough to write his own story.

Truth exists in the way you beg him - plead, even as the chain rattles against the radiator. The clicks and clanks are desperate; pleas he can barely pay attention to, as the television flickers through the corner of his vision.

He chews his bacon; cock clenching against his will.

He likes the way you curl on the floor. Likes the way you splay across the wood - the hundredth time, as you reach weakly for a phone he knows you won't brush.

"It's sweet, my angel," he tells you, his feet snapping on a broken wooden dog toy, "that you try to prove yourself. Symphonic, somehow, in a dark place."

You try to run.

You always do.

Maybe he'll fuck you, tonight. Bury his cock in you; make you forget who you were, long before he leeched away the life from you.

Maybe he'll leave you limp on the corner.

He likes her to be either naked or dressed in a pretty dress with no panties on. But really, he’d fuck her in anything that makes her look prettier - he likes to see her in frilly things that are just long enough to meet her mid-thigh, and cover her breasts while letting him pull down the strap so he can bare them. Expensive pretty ones

Paterson will spoon her, but he’ll always be the big spoon. He’ll tend to spoon her while she’s naked and he’s fully clothed: his hands cupping her tits or wound around her waist

He’ll only leave her uncuffed if she’s drugged enough that he knows she won’t “hurt herself” (escape), so she’s cuffed the majority of the time she’s in the bed. If he takes her out of the bed or anything like that, he’ll leave the cuffs on and chain her to a relevant bolt in the house. He’s put up several, hidden easily by pictures he removes from the walls when she moves into another room

He gives her “medicines” that increase her sex drive quite drastically, but they often leave her flushed and hot - so he’ll keep the house a few degrees colder than he normally would, which is why he usually remains fully clothed even when he sleeps. This also has the added benefit of keeping...souvenirs...he’s kept in the basement fresher for longer

Paterson always keeps some batteries and a very expensive vibrator he can control with his phone on hand. He’ll inch it into her when he goes to work - turning it on or off at a whim to keep her on edge or satisfied based upon how good she’s been on that day. Sometimes he’ll do the same thing with nipple clamps, butt plugs...even breast pumps, if he’s feeling adventurous. She’s pretty much constantly turned on, so he always makes sure he’s got some electrolyte powder, a bottle of fresh water, and all the stuff he needs to put together an impromptu drip if she starts to get too disobedient so he can make sure she’s getting what she needs

He does have a feeding tube for her, but that’s for if she’s being VERY bad and refusing to eat - and he’d prefer to solve the problem by giving her some medicine to make her more relaxed and compliant

She’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

Limp underneath him; she falters in and out of sleep, drooling from her pretty lips in the cool basement air. Paterson’s naked body curls around her own: prinpricks of goosebumps against her sweat-slicked skin.

Even when she sleeps, her body draws him in.

His fingers slip inside; two at first, circling tightly as they curl to push in all the right places. Paterson feels her rousing just enough, and he hushes her with a kiss on her hair.

“Hold still,” he murmurs, nuzzling at the back of her neck. Her pussy tightens around his thick fingers when she whimpers - not conscious, but reacting regardless.

He likes when she whimpers. Means she’s close.

Paterson pushes his hard cock up against the curve of her ass - debasing himself in the moment by just holding his body against her warm skin. He won’t push inside her: not with his cock, anyway. Won’t do it while she’s in and out like this.

They’ll make that part special. She’ll like it when it’s special.

Maybe he’ll recite poems when he fucks her; kiss away the pretty tears on her eyes while he presses down beneath her jaw. She’ll love it: he knows she will.

Plenty of women love it, and he just knows she will.

Just like she loves this bit.

His excitement builds when she shivers; bucking weakly against his hand as the pad of his thumb traces circles in her clit. He licks his lip, breathing in the rich taste of her clean skin.

“I know that you’re scared,” he murmurs, biting down on his lip. “It’s alright: I love you. You can cum. I don’t--I don’t mind.” He pushes his fingers deeper, more urgent to see her find release. “I want you to--you should do it.”

And she does, seconds later. Comes undone on his fingers with a shaky breath; bucking her hips, drooling down her cheeks in the cool air. The way she constricts around him is heaven itself, and he just can’t wait to feel her cum around his cock.

She’ll love it.