by Nicole Casey
Her clit was already engorged, but just for good measure, I rubbed it some more before securing the clamp onto her. Another small squeal, but it was overshadowed by the moan that slipped out half a second behind it.
It would be cruel enough to leave her like this, so worked up and with no way to satisfy her own body. But I wasn’t finished. I’d definitely saved the best for last.
Adjusting the dials on the control box, I got them right where I wanted them and then turned it on. Her body jerked and she tugged hard against the restraints as the vibrations from the clamps stimulated her sensitive places.
Ten seconds—she stopped pulling and started to moan. Fifteen seconds—her body writhed, making the plug in her ass wriggle inside her, and her moans grew louder. Twenty seconds—the vibrations stopped. She groaned in agitation.
I chuckled, knowing the machine was going to torment her like this the whole time I was gone, turning on for twenty seconds at random intervals that ranged from two to four minutes apart. It would drive her body wild, stimulating her over and over again, but never enough to send her careening over the edge.
I leaned back to get a better look at her, and I hadn’t been so close to coming in my pants since I was a teenage boy. She was soaking wet. Her juices coated the base of the plug that protruded from her ass. And her muscles were clenching spasmodically, trying to draw the plug in deeper while searching desperately for something to fill her empty pussy. I wanted to give that gorgeous pussy exactly what it wanted and ram my cock deep inside her, but now I really was out of time.
Forcing myself to my feet, I moved to the end of the bed and watched as the control box reached its random interval and intense vibrations shot through her nipples and clit. Her back arched off the bed, but then instead of trying to pull out of her restraints this time, her hands clenched in fists as she tried to lift her hips as if that could somehow increase the strength or duration of the vibrations.
Precisely twenty seconds after it had begun though, the vibrations stopped, and she flopped back with an even more frustrated groan than the last one. So fucking sexy.
“I’ll be busy for just a couple hours, but I’m sure you’ll be too distracted to notice Pet.”
I turned to leave—it had never taken so much effort to turn away from any sight before.
“Wait, master. Please, you can’t leave me like this. What if…what if I need to pee?”
I could tell the excuse was an afterthought, but a valid one nonetheless. I strode to the ensuite and came back with two big, thick towels.
“Lift your hips,” I demanded and she did her best to comply, though her eyes had gone wide, realizing what I had in mind. I slid the folded towels beneath her.
“Master, you don’t expect me to…here?”
“If you’re going to argue with me, I’m going to demand you piss right now with your legs wide open while I watch. Are you sure you want to argue?”
“No, Master.” She barely got the word out before the vibrations started again. “Oh god. Please, Master, don’t let it stop.”
“I love it when you beg, Pet, but it’s not going to do you any good this time.”
I walked away while her moans filled the room. The second I closed the door behind me, I took deep, calming breaths. They did nothing to calm my raging hard-on or to cool the fire in my veins. I’d thought this would be exquisite torment for her, but I knew now that the sight of her tied up and writhing beneath the clamps was going to torment me for the next several hours. I’d be surprised if I didn’t end up with permanent damage from a three-hour erection.
9
Derek
By the time I left the house—after checking the security system three times—some bit of sense was coming back to me. This wasn’t a Sunday drive through the country that had me leaving the most tantalizing woman in the world tied up and desperate to be fucked. That thought sobered me though; at least enough that I could slide into the driver’s seat of my car without worrying about breaking my cock.
It was time to secure Scar’s future. As I drove out of the driveway, the image of her leaning over the toilet this morning flashed through my mind. Fuck, I was not looking forward to that conversation with her. But I let myself think for just a moment what it would be like if I actually survived this. Would she choose to keep the baby? Would she want me to have any involvement in raising the child?
Fuck, what the hell did I know about babies? Fathers were supposed to teach their children all the things they knew. What was I going to teach the kid?—how to shoot a gun? How to tear a person apart? How to take an innocent woman like Scar and put her through hell?
Yeah right. Obviously, I had no business teaching a child anything. I’d make sure Scar and the child never wanted for anything, but I’d leave the parenting to her. She would be a good mother. I could so easily picture her with a baby in her arms. But what would that baby look like? Like me? Or would it look like one of the fuckers I’d killed? How would I be able to look at the child if it looked like one of them? And would it be a constant reminder to her of what I’d let happen?
Maybe it would be best if she didn’t keep the child. Vicente could take care of that. Except, I already knew she wouldn’t want that. And maybe, as fucked up as it sounded, I didn’t want that either. Whatever else this baby was, it was half Scar. How could I want to destroy that?
Nearing the meeting spot, I forced every ounce of attention on my surroundings. I had to make absolutely certain I wasn’t being followed. Mateo had to have no idea what I was up to. So, taking a convoluted route, I wove in and out of streets, looking for any sign of a shadow. Nothing.
That wasn’t surprising, I supposed. Mateo wouldn’t be expecting me to seek outside help. Hell, the cocky son of a bitch probably thought I had no idea what was going on. Still, I drove past the meeting spot, looking for any signs Michael had been followed. Still nothing.
Circling back, I pulled off the road and into the wider cluster of brush that would keep us hidden from the main road. Michael was already there. I knew he would be, which was why I’d passed by to look for a tail.
Two deep breaths and I got out of the car. Michael was standing by his driver’s side door, windows not tinted and his hands visible. He was doing everything to show me he wasn’t up to anything, and now it was my turn.
I pulled the guns out of the holsters on my chest and tossed them onto my seat before approaching him. Since I wasn’t the trusting type though, the gun at my ankle was staying where it was.
“Hello Derek,” he greeted when I stopped four feet away.
“Michael,” I nodded back.
“She’s still alive?—she recovered?” His concern seemed genuine.
“She’s alive. The recovery is a work in progress.”
He nodded. His eyes looked guilty as hell, but I understood it. At times I still wanted to rip him apart for standing idly by while they’d tortured her, but I couldn’t. We both knew he wouldn’t have been able to do a god damned thing on his own. They would have killed him for trying, and then he wouldn’t have been there to help me get her out.
“Then, pardon my bluntness, but what’s going on?” he asked.
Blunt was good. I didn’t have time for anything else. “Marcos Caballero—he wasn’t the top of the totem pole. I killed him, and his boss wants me a little bit dead.”
“I never knew Caballero answered to anyone.”
“That was the idea. No one was supposed to know.”
“So, where do I come in?”
I explained the basics of my plan, that I was planning to walk into the trap, but I needed him to be getting Scar the hell out of here at the same time.
“I want to help, Derek, but you should know I’ve ended up with a few shadows the past couple of weeks. Not everyone has liked what I’ve been up to.”
“That’s why you’re going to come home with me now, and stay there until you take off with her.”
It wasn’t actually part of the plan, but hearin
g he might end up with people following him, I couldn’t take the chance. It was going to complicate the time I had left with Scar, but it was the only safe option. He’d seen her there in that basement though, and she had to know it. This wasn’t going to be easy on her.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
I scoffed. “Of course not, but what choice do I have?”
He nodded again, though he didn’t look any happier than I was. “When I was in that room…watching on the monitors…I’d never seen them like that before—not brutal like that. The things they did to her…she looked so much like my wife…” The man’s voice was cracking and his eyes were brighter than they’d been a minute ago. “Derek, does she know…about me…the monitors?”
“She’s never asked, and I haven’t told her, but…”
He nodded once and then dropped the subject. Neither of us wanted to be remembering Scar in that basement.
“All right, let’s do this then,” he said. He opened his car door, grabbed a bag off the passenger seat and then moved to the trunk.
When he opened it, I couldn’t help but laugh. This was definitely a man after my own heart. The entire trunk was filled with a small arsenal.
“Can you give me a hand?”
I nodded and grabbed the duffel bags of guns and ammo nearest me. My own weapons filled my trunk, but there was plenty of room in the back seat. Between us, we could easily fend off a small army.
“Who’s Caballero’s boss?” he asked as he slid into the passenger seat after we’d finished loading the back seat. If we got pulled over, we were fucked. Fortunately, my car could outrun just about anything else on the road.
“Mateo Lopez,” I answered. There wasn’t any reason to hold the name back. He’d have every one of my contacts soon. But the way his shoulders stiffened had me wondering about his response. That name meant something to him. Not that it mattered. Whatever Mateo had done to piss off Michael was too fucking bad. That kill was mine.
Back on the road, my thoughts turned to what was waiting for me at home. Heat flared through my body, but I tamped it down. Now that Michael would be there, my plan to keep Scar out of trouble didn’t seem like such a wise one. She was going to be beyond delirious with arousal when I got home, and there would be a strange man in the house.
Fuck it. I’d keep him locked in the garage if I had to. I now had less than four days left with her and filling my head with thoughts of what I was going to do to her super-charged body sure as hell beat thinking about all that had happened to her.
The meeting spot had only been thirty minutes from the house, so even with taking a convoluted route just to be safe, we were pulling up to the outer gate forty-three minutes later. I was curious how much Michael knew about me, so I watched surreptitiously as I scanned and typed, and proceeded up to the house.
He didn’t look the least bit fazed by the property. Had he researched me? How much did he know? And why had he been looking into me? An image of the young woman who’d been his wife flashed through my mind. I was in this man’s debt. Did I perhaps owe him this?
I paused in front of the garage and shifted to neutral. “Michael, I know you put a lot on the line to help Scar…to help me the way you did. I’m not used to being indebted to someone. Actually, I make it a rule to avoid it, but…”
“Derek, it’s fine,” he cut in.
I was not used to being cut off, but I swallowed my aversion to it. “It isn’t fine. Alicia…she was delivered to Caballero eight years ago. If she looked as much like Scar as you say, then I’m certain of it. I tried to help her, but it wasn’t enough.”
Michael was silent for a moment, but then he looked me directly in the eyes, “You were just a kid, and Caballero was a monster. There isn’t anything you could have done. Thank you though. I could never be certain where she ended up.”
I sat there. I knew I should open the garage door, but it felt like there was more to this conversation than had been said. And by the sudden stunned expression on Michael’s face, I’d guess I was right.
“Derek, why did Marcos have you take Scarlett? Did he ever tell you?”
“He didn’t have to tell me,” I sneered, remembering the scene I’d walked in on what felt like a lifetime ago—Marcos, with his whip raised behind Scar and deep lashes cut into her skin. “He let me think it was for me, for my revenge against James Garcia, but it was never about me. He’d wanted her all along. He wanted to torment Garcia for running off with a woman he’d claimed as his own—Scar’s mother. The twisted fuck apparently didn’t give a damn that it was his own daughter he was torturing to try to make Garcia pay.”
Michael closed his eyes and put his head back against the seat. I wondered why that particular information was affecting him—until the pieces started to come together. Scar’s mother. Scar. Alicia—a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Scar.
Fuck. None of it had been random. Marcos had known exactly what he’d been doing. The mother. The daughter. The aunt—Scar’s aunt.
“Eight years ago, Scar’s mother was already dead. He couldn’t have her back, so he went looking for the closest woman to her—Alicia.” I put the puzzle pieces together out loud.
“Alicia was Scarlett’s aunt,” Michael said slowly. “Maybe only by marriage, but that means Scarlett is…my niece.”
Yeah. Hopefully, Michael wasn’t the fanatical uncle-type, or else he really wasn’t going to approve of the way I had his niece restrained on my bed at this very moment.
“Fuck!” Michael shouted and slammed his fists on the dashboard. He managed to collect himself quickly though. “I’m sorry, it’s just…it was bad enough when the girl on the monitors had been a stranger, but now…fuck, it just never ends, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t.” I wish I could have said otherwise, but it would have been a blatant lie.
We both nodded, silently acknowledging the truth.
I shifted opened the garage then and pulled in. Now all I had to do was explain to Michael it would be best if he waited here. Not expecting him to be accompanying me back to the house, I hadn’t even closed the bedroom door when I’d left her there, writhing in agonizing pleasure. I’d wanted to walk in the front door when I got back to hearing her moans and cries reverberating off every wall in the house.
No way was Uncle Michael getting to hear those sounds. They were for me. Mine—and I was a selfish son of a bitch.
All mine.
10
Scarlett
My world had shrunk. Nothing existed but my body and the god damned clamps attached to it. No past, no future. There were only the twenty seconds of torturous pleasure, and the intervals in between where I vacillated between begging for more, and pleading with it to stop for good. No more. I couldn’t take anymore.
I cried out as the vibrations started again. Never enough to get me there. Only enough to keep my body reaching for it. I focused on the most erotic thoughts I could imagine, trying to urge my body over the precipice. I was shameless; I didn’t care anymore how dirty or wrong those images were. Nothing mattered but putting me out of this exquisite misery.
I conjured images of Derek fucking my ass, ramming into me from behind while he buried his fingers in my sex. Then I saw me on my knees, hands tied behind my back and my backside stinging from a spanking while my mouth stretched to accommodate his incredible cock.
So close. I was so close. And then the vibrations stopped. I screamed in frustration while impotent tears slid down my temples. I couldn’t take anymore. I was exhausted to the core and desperate for a release that wasn’t going to come.
I’d tried to use the intervals in between to think about things that would kill my arousal, but it refused to subside, and every time the vibrations started up again, it threw my body into overdrive.
My heart was pounding, I was drenched in sweat and I hadn’t been able to breathe normally since Derek tied my ankles and wrists to the posts. Could I die from this? It was possible, wasn’t it? How long
could a body possibly stay revved up like this before it conked out?
My body clenched tight, toes curled and hands squeezed into fists. A minute passed, maybe two. It was going to turn on anytime now.
Maybe seconds. Maybe minutes.
Anytime.
Oh god. My whole body jolted as the vibrations shot through me. I was crying out. I could hear it, but it was white background noise. There was only the fiery heat blazing in my sex. I was so close. Please, just a few more seconds.
“No!” I screamed as the vibrations stopped for what felt like the thousandth time.
“You don’t sound like you’re enjoying yourself, Pet.”
He was here. I hadn’t noticed the door open, but he was finally here.
“Please. Please make it stop, Master. I can’t…I’m going to die.”
He chuckled as he approached. Chuckled! I was dying from the damn thing he’d hooked up to me, and he was laughing. I wanted to slap him. First I wanted him to let me come, and then I wanted to slap him.
He whipped off his shirt, and my greedy, horny eyes took in every inch of his hard torso. Chiseled chest. Broad shoulders. Thin veins that stood out on the sinewy muscles of his arms. Washboard abs. Narrow hips peeking out above the waist of his pants. God, he was sex personified. I wanted to taste every inch of his flesh.
“Would you like to come?”
“Yes! God, yes.”
“I want you to tell me the naughtiest thing you’ve thought about since I left, and I’ll consider letting you come.”
I was vaguely aware that I should be embarrassed, but I needed this too much to care. “I thought about you, Master. Your enormous cock in my ass while you fingered me.”
