Page 35 of Deadly Obsession

TWENTY-NINE

DANIELLE

Frozen in place, the shotgun death-gripped in my hand, I was self-aware enough to admit that there was nothing I wanted more than to shoot him in the dick. Sera had been right. It was Callsign: KingArthur.

This asshole had been a pain in my ass ever since he’d joined our Discord server.

I’d never figured out for certain what his beef with me was, but I’d always suspected it was my relationship with Sera.

Anytime she and I openly flirted in the chat, he’d found a way to try to shift attention onto himself.

Then, when she and I had calmed down and her relationship with Mustang kicked up, he got even worse.

At one point, he’d started using photos of a tall, fit, tattooed man, mostly shirtless with a Call of Duty mask on.

While most of the group believed they weren’t actually his pictures, the majority of us didn’t care enough to call him out.

Accepting that he likely had major issues with his confidence and image, and that this was his escape.

A way for him to feel better about himself.

And with us being an empathetic community, we didn’t want to ruin it for him.

He was supposed to come on this trip, and all of us were surprised and curious to see what he really looked like, but he’d canceled not long before everything was finalized.

Guess he decided to come anyway.

I did as he ordered, not wishing to have Brian’s blood on my hands or get shot myself. “Here, Arthur, take it. Just be cool. You don’t want to kill anyone. We’re friends, remember?”

His icy-blue eyes bore into me, chilling my entire being.

“You’re hurt,” I stated quietly, noticing the dark crimson leaking from his chest and another cut on the top of his shoulder. “I can help bandage you up. I can?—”

He slowly raised the barrel of the revolver to my gut and pushed lightly, shutting me up without further argument.

“Exactly. Arthur, no need for any more violence, right? This is just some crazy joke, isn’t it?” Brian said, attempting to force a chuckle, but it was clear he was on the verge of crying. His confidence likely drowned out by the alcohol.

Arthur’s hand closed around the action of the shotgun, and I slowly pulled my arm away.

“Thank you. Now please help Mr. Brian up, and the two of you stand in front of the fireplace.” He took a few steps back, tucking the revolver into his waistband and raising the shotgun towards us.

I kept my hands where he could see them and carefully helped Brian to his feet.

“You all won’t mind if I enjoy some of your liquor will you?” Arthur said, stepping over to the table with the alcohol while never taking his eyes off us.

“No, of course not. Help yourself, Arthur. There’s plenty. We could all just sit down and catch up with a few?” I said, trying to sound as pleasant as possible.

I glanced around the room as I helped Brian over to the fireplace, my eyes landing on Sera. She was totally bottled up, the euphoria that the two of us had shared in the kitchen minutes ago a distant memory .

The sound of a drink being poured brought my attention back to Arthur. “Oh, a wine guy, huh? Always figured you for a whiskey guy for some reason,” I said in a light, teasing tone as I tried to figure a way out of our current situation.

“Danielle, could you be so kind as to shut the fuck up?” Arthur looked over to me, and I could have sworn he was smiling from beneath the mask.

Keeping his eyes on me, he walked over to Sera, resting the shotgun up against his shoulder with one hand while clutching two glasses of red wine in the other.

“Here you go, my dear. For what is a show without a nice drink?”

When she didn’t move or even look at him, he let out a disappointed sigh and sat both glasses down on the end table beside Jade’s body on the couch. He quickly ripped the blanket off her. Revealing the pale, stiff corpse of our friend.

“Oh, Jade, you’ve looked better, my dear.

Would you mind holding Sera’s wine for her?

” He paused a moment before picking up one of the glasses and setting it between her thighs.

“Thank you so much, my dear.” He patted her dead cheek, and the mere idea of him violating her body by simply touching her face had me fuming.

But I was powerless. Standing next to the fireplace as Brian rested one arm along the mantle to keep his balance.

“What show, Arthur?” I dared to ask.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he grabbed the second glass of wine and stepped back over to the sofa chair, where he could see all three of us.

Where he could shoot us, if he wanted to.

“You and Brian are going to put on a sex show for Sera and me. She always wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, try new things. I admit I never humored her. So we’re going to watch some live porn right now.” He raised his glass in the direction of Sera, as if to offer her a toast.

“You can’t be serious. I’m not even into men.” I looked from one person in the room to another before refocusing on Arthur.

“That is quite all right. I remember you saying you were a drama kid in your younger days. Just act it out.” He smiled as he got comfortable on the chair, setting his wine on the stand beside him, but I didn’t miss the way he winced when he did it.

There was going to be an opportunity for us to overpower him. There were three of us, after all, and he was wounded. I looked from Sera to Brian again, taking in their physical and mental states.

We still had him outnumbered even if all of us weren’t in the best shape at the moment.

“Look, Arthur, she and I don’t need to do?—”

BANG! Brian’s attempt at helping the situation was cut off by a thunderous gunshot and a splintering of wood.

“Fuck!” I screamed while Brian and Sera appeared to react in a very similar way.

Arthur was leaning forward in his chair, the shotgun now aimed at Brian, after having added a new hole in the wall to the side of the fireplace. “That’s enough talking. No more talking! Danielle, be a good girl and get on your knees for Brian,” he commanded, and I obeyed.

My body trembled, and my ears were ringing as I slowly dropped to one knee and then the other in front of Brian. When I looked up at him, I realized he was shaking as much as I was.

Our eyes locked, and he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

I let out a steadying breath. “It’s okay. We’re friends. We’ll be okay.”

“What did I say!” Arthur barked out, waving the end of the shotgun at us as if we could possibly forget we were at gunpoint.

“Now pull his cock out and give it a good suck for us. Sera, make sure to watch, my dear.” He racked the action of the shotgun, ejecting the spent shell to chamber the next one.

That was when it occurred to me…

How many shots was that? One, three, four? Definitely four. Meaning there were more than likely four or five rounds left.

Assuming James put one in the empty chamber when he added a full tube. So, all we needed to do was hope Arthur was dumb enough to give us at least five more warning shots. Then we could all attack him at once before he was able to draw the revolver.

Maybe one of us could live. Or maybe not.

My scheming was cut short by something warm and soft tapping my forehead. “See that, mate? She’s hypnotized by your cock. Good, smack her with that beast,” I heard Arthur say.

He was right. I’d totally zoned out, trying to think of a plan, and hadn’t realized Brian’s dick was hanging in front of my face.

My god.

We’d all joked about the man likely being hung like a horse based solely on how square he was.

This, though, this extra limb in front of me was as close to a dream come true as possible for any monster smut girl.

I held back a smile, imagining the viral videos of booktokers reacting to the couldn’t fit two hands around it sound clip.

“Let’s go, Danielle. Get to work!” Our captor punctuated his command with another shot. This time aimed above the fireplace, the shrapnel of the stone raining down on us as we shrank into ourselves and covered our faces.

Four more. Maybe three.

There was hope we were going to survive this. Reaching up, I wrapped my palm around Brian’s cock, and even flaccid, it was more than a handful.

I didn’t even like dick, but I could appreciate this one. What was Lola thinking ?

Curious to see how big this monster truly was, I looked up at Brian, locking eyes with him. He was handsome. I’d give him that. Nothing compared to Sera, though. So I closed my eyes and thought about how amazing her tongue felt on my clit.

I tried my best to mimic the passion and skill she’d used to bring me to orgasm and put that to work on Brian’s cock.

I’d only ever sucked one dick before, and it wasn’t horrible.

And right now, it was strangely sexy. I was truly fucked in the head, because if I was being honest with myself, even having this psycho aiming a gun at us—forcing us to do this—was turning me on.

Taboo, taboo, taboo! I heard one of my favorite Booktok influencers saying in her high-energy Speedy Gonzales sort of way.

He was growing so fast in my mouth. I could feel the thickness of his length fighting against my jaw, forcing me to open wider.

I slid my head back, popped him out and reached up, putting one hand over the other.

Twisting and stroking him as I worked my jaw.

Trying to prepare myself. I glanced out of the corner of my eye.

Sera was still seated on the couch, but it appeared as though she’d picked up the glass of wine from Jade’s lap and was now just staring at it.

Meanwhile, Arthur had his cock out and was rubbing it between an ungloved thumb and finger. His dick looked like a hairless baby mouse compared to what I held in my hands.

Seriously, if anyone was King Arthur, it was Brian. Because this was the Excalibur of dicks.

We were going to survive. Patience was key. After we made it through this, maybe I’d spend a little more time with Brian here. Patience.