I sit back and close my eyes trying to ease the stress of the situation going on and the situation outside of this room having to do with my uncle. I may have led them to believe I know he is dead but to be honest I am really not sure. King hasn’t found anything out for sure but I need them to know I am in control now.
I peak behind my chair to see how things are going and see Tank kneeling near Sierra’s head with his pants down fisting his cock while trying to force it down her throat. Her tears flow down her face, even while her eyes are closed, as she realizes there is no escape. King is on top of her thrusting in and out of her pussy chasing his release as he fondles her boobs. I can’t watch but at the same time I can’t turn away. We’ve always shared women and this should be no different but my love for her changes how I view this. Normally I would join in on the fun but not this time. I can’t be a part of ruining her when I am supposed to save her. Instead I just sit forward in my seat again and close my eye’s trying to escape this moment until they are done.
For two hours Tank and King fuck, fondle, taste and cum all over my precious Sierra before they become exhausted. Letting me know they had fun with a nod in my direction, their lazy smiles let me know they are satisfied as they fix their clothes and head out. No words needed to be said. I know they enjoyed Sierra. How could they not? She’s beautiful, tastes, sweet, and feels tight that anyone in their right mind would be crazy to say anything less. As I follow them to the door and let them out, they say their thanks, hop in their car, and drive off down the gravel path of my driveway.
The music still blares in the room but I don’t return. Sierra needs space. She needs to shower, change and rest from today’s activities. Tomorrow I will comfort her and explain everything. Until then I need to take an aspirin and lay down. The stress and day and the booming of the music has given me a migraine and I need time to process what I just let happen to my love.
Letting the guard know to take care of Sierra I head to my room after grabbing a bottle of water and aspirin from the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and lay down. Before I know it, the pain in my head dims and I can finally fall asleep. Tomorrow I will take care of Sierra. Tomorrow things will be different. Tomorrow is the last thing I think about before falling into a restless sleep.
The next few days I decide to give Sierra some time to come to terms with what happened and give me time to decide how to proceed. I know she will be mad for what I did but I hope she will realize after I explain, why it had to be done. Then hopefully she will be more pliant when it comes my needs.
I spend my time calling around trying to find out what happened to my uncle and see if he still lives since King is a fucking idiot. I obviously have to do this myself since King is so incompetent that he can’t even figure out if someone is alive or not. After the first day of calling everywhere, I find out my uncle is in fact still alive. They refuse to tell me anymore claiming I need to come in and show some sort of identification proving I am in fact his nephew. I just hung up. I got all the answers I needed from her confirming my uncle to be alive. I know what I need to do. I either wait for him to show up here and see what he plans to do or kill him outright and not worry about what he wants. I want to kill him outright but maybe I should just wait and see what he wants before I make any concrete decisions. Maybe he will make this real easy for me and give me a reason to kill him. Then again, maybe he will fall in line knowing I am in charge now and be my ears and eyes inside the station. God knows I need someone to let me know if someone is onto my business. It would be nice to not have to pay off cops or find one trustworthy.
I still haven’t heard anything in regards to that man Sierra was always with but knowing I shot him in the head, I doubt he still lives. There’s no way he can come back from that and if so he would be a vegetable so worries there.
“King. I want to set up an auction for this Thursday after the fight. Call your contacts and have them ready. I want to have it here at the house. We’re going to change things up a bit. I want to throw off any eyes on us by having it somewhere private instead of the warehouse.”
“Sure thing boss. Do you need anything else done?”
“Have Tank transport the girls. I want them all brought here Wednesday night. That way there will be time to prepare them before they are sold. Oh and invite my uncle. I hear he’s still alive and kicking. Bring his bitch too.”
“Will do.’
“Another thing.”
“Yeah boss?”
“Find out who the mole is that let that fucker take Sierra from the house. I want him alive so I can kill him slowly. We will be moving that facility to a new location. It’s obviously been compromised.”
“You got it.” Hanging up with King, I feel as if everything is going as planned now.
Finally. I should have done that when I first brought Sierra home but there was too much going on and then I forgot about it. After hearing about my uncle being alive I need to get my ass in gear and fix all the holes in our business before I get fucked. I should have blown that house up and killed everyone in it but I would rather make an example by finding the mole and torturing him before killing him so everyone knows I’m not joking. I’m in charge now and it’s time everyone recognized that. Speaking of, I think it’s time to let Sierra know just who’s boss.
Taking my time, I stroll down the hall from my office to Sierra’s room with great anticipation. I have been waiting to take her again since the other night. I want her so bad that I can almost taste her sweet essence on my tongue. I can almost feel her soft skin beneath my fingers and smell the vanilla scent that comes from her shampoo making me crave to taste her and see if she is just as sweet. I want to feel her writhing beneath me in ecstasy as I slide my throbbing member inside her reaching every inch of her channel. Soon I will not have to imagine this because she will give me what I need and want.
As I proceed to enter her room, Sierra doesn’t make a sound. She doesn’t move, speak, or breathe as I step over the threshold into her space. She sits on her bed seeming out of it until I stand before her. Her eyes become focused on me looking distant. Like she is looking through me but not really seeing me. Then all at once her eyes show a spark of something but before I can figure out what it is I saw she’s on me. Hitting me, biting me, scratching my face and arms and chest. Screaming at me with no words, as she takes out her anger, humiliation and hurt. I deserve it yes but I did what needed to be done.
I throw her off me onto her bed and pounce on top. Holding her arms above her head and putting my weight on her legs she struggles to break free of my hold. Thrashing beneath me, she tries to no avail. Realizing there is nowhere for her to go she stops her struggle. Her heart is pounding as her breathing is ragged and eyes wild with hate and fury. This is why I love her. She’s wild and tame at the same time. Beautiful and strong but can be broken in the right circumstances but that’s not what I want. I don’t want her broken. I just want her love and acceptance.
“Now that you’ve taken your anger out on me. Let me explain.” Sierra spits in my face and my smile broadens. I love her feistiness.
“Fuck you. I hope you rot in hell. You’ll suffer for this.”
“Now, now Sierra. There’s no need for that. I just wanted you to see that I’m not the monster here. Not really. I wouldn’t have done that if you would just accept being with me. If you would stop flinching every time I touch you or cry every time we make love I wouldn’t have had to teach you a lesson.”
“A lesson? A lesson!? Are you kidding me? I will never want you willingly and what you do to me is not making love. It’s rape. Plain and simple. You’re a sick fuck.” This isn’t going as planned and I don’t know what to do.
“Well I am nothing like them. They are worse than I will ever be with you and that’s what I wanted you to learn. But if you don’t want to accept it then there are other ways I can show you but it won’t be pretty.”
“I want nothing to do with you. I will never want you. I will fight you
every day in hopes that you won’t touch me. I’m done being weak and when I find the chance, I promise I will kill you.” The venom in which she gives with her threat makes me want to show her how there is no way she can beat me.
“Fine. Hard way it is.” If she doesn’t want to understand that I am good to her and that she should be grateful to be with me then I will show her just how sick I can be. Taking her arms in one hand I take the belt from my pants and use it to tie her hands together. She fights me the whole time but her struggles are of no use. She could have made this painless and easy by giving in and realizing that I treat her good but that’s not what happened. So instead I am going to show her how bad it can truly get.
“Your struggles will never be enough to stop what’s to come my love.”
“Fuck you asshole. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!” She screams as she continues to struggle. Looking around the room for something to use, I finally spot another belt from her pants on her dresser and get up to retrieve it. Perfect.
Folding the belt in half and slapping it against my hand, feeling the sting against my palm, I know it will work perfectly. Walking back over to Sierra, I flip her over onto her stomach with not much effort due to her lithe body, as the belt around her hands twists with her I don’t give her time to struggle before the first whack hits her perfectly plump bottom causing her to cease her struggles and cry out.
“I’m going to punish you from now on until you realize how lucky you are to be with me.”
Whack.
“Fuck…You…Bastard.” She says the last word on a whisper as she tries to catch her breath
from the sting of the belt. Her flesh is pink from the belt as I hit her again. “Argh.” Her groan of pain is such a turn on.
“God your ass looks delicious. I love the look of welted flesh on you. It suits you.”
Whack. Whack. Whack.
I punish her three more times before I throw the belt on the bed and bend down to kiss her red ass to sooth the angry marks. With every hit I made, the more turned on I became. She’s gorgeous and with my mark on her she’s even more irresistible. Her tears and sniffles only urge me on. I want her acceptance but her tears and pleas I’ll take just as happily.
“Your ass wears my mark. Looks beautiful on you. I need you. I need you like I’ve never needed a woman before.”
“I hate you. I will never love you.” Her words are like a knife puncturing my heart and twisting. She may be right. She may never love me but I love her and I will never let her go no matter how she feels about me. She’s mine and it’s high time she knows.
“Well then I guess you better get used to this brutality because I will beat you every day until you do love me.” She says nothing and I think I get through to her until she whispers something just barely audible.
“I wish you’d kill me.” She pisses me off because I know she means it. Well I’m going to show her just how alive she is. Ripping her pants down her legs, she fights me the whole time nearly kicking my face, but I pay no attention. I pull my pants down just enough for my cock to spill out and grab her legs, spreading them and placing myself between them. I hold her down by placing my hand at the back of her neck as I align myself up at her entrance. She bucks and I slide in forcefully causing her to cry out. Being fully seated to the hilt is the best feeling in the world. This fuck is for me and me alone. There will be no pleasure for her as I take her the way that I want.
“Keep bucking baby. That feels so good.” She bucks trying to get away and push me out and off her but instead it just draws me deeper. Maybe she does it on purpose trying to take me deeper without me knowing she really likes it? I don’t know but I can’t hold back as I pull out and slam back into her. I continue my assault on her body as the feeling of my impending orgasm build. Her whimpers make me want to hurt her more. I smack her ass with every thrust and push her into the mattress making it harder for her to breath. I bend down and bite her neck drawing blood as she screams into the mattress in pain. Her pain is my pleasure. Before long I reach the peak and go over into oblivion as I spurt inside her draining everything I have into her womb.
“Maybe next time you’ll be more willing and I can show you what true pleasure is.” She doesn’t speak or make a peep. There are no tears and that’s ok. I’ve taken what I wanted from her and she will be saying she loves me soon or god help me she might not make it because I so badly want to hurt her beyond fixable.
Chapter 13
Forrest
Pain. Excruciating pain. I feel like my head is going to explode. This is worse than a hangover. Worse than a concussion even. The pounding of my head beats in sync with my heart. I can’t open my eyes for fear it will be worse. Where am I? What’s that beeping?
Slowly, I open my heavy lids to a bright room. My eye’s burn as the florescent lighting above me shines down and illuminates the vast room I’m in. I squint taking in what I can because everything looks blurry. The white walls are plastered with medical posters of the heart and organs and there’s a TV quietly humming in the corner with some talk show, probably Maury. There’s a marker board with a name and some other writing I don’t quite understand below it. Something about heart rate, blood pressure, and notes in medical jargon in neat columns. Looking to the left of me is where the beeping I first heard is coming from. It’s some kind of machine with wires coming out of it that connected to my body. The beeping seems to indicate my heart beats, I don’t understand any of it though. On the other side of me is some kind of rack with liquid bags hanging from it which are all connected to me in my other arm.
It’s quiet aside from the beeping machine. There’s nobody here in the room, I don’t even hear anyone walking around outside of the partially open door of my room. I realize I’m in a hospital but the last thing I remember is Sierra in my arms just after making love to her. Then everything else is blank. What happened to me? What happened to Sierra? Is she alright? Is she here waiting for me to wake up? How long have I been out? As all these thoughts start racing through my mind my heart rate starts to rise causing the beeping to increase.
Just then an older nurse walks in not glancing at me as she turns the incessant beeping off and jots down something on a clipboard. I can only assume it’s what the numbers all say on the machine. She pushes another button and suddenly something starts squeezing my bicep startling me. I didn’t even notice the thing wrapped around my arm as it tightens for a moment then loosens some before tightening again. The nurse jots more things down before unwrapping the blood pressure wrap from my arm.
“Mr. Levine. I’m glad you’re finally awake. Plenty of people have been incessantly calling and visiting you waiting for you to wake up. How are you feeling?” Her kind eyes look at me with warmth and general curiosity.
The nurse reminds me of my mother, or at least what I remember of her before she got on drugs. Her dark brown, poufy hair from the eighties, bright colored pink eyeshadow and clashing red lipstick make her skin pale white. The eyes hold wisdom and laughter while her smile makes you feel like she really cares. If my mom never got on drugs, I would imagine she would look like this kind nurse. But my mother did, and even though I hate what she did I still get a pain in my chest thinking of her and what could have been.
I try to speak but my parched throat causes me to cough instead. She seems to understand as she leaves and returns quickly with a plastic cup of water and a straw. Putting the straw to my mouth, I greedily wrap my dry lips around it and suck. I gulp down the cool water wetting my dry mouth and throat. As I suck down the last drop of water, it still isn’t enough. I’m still thirsty and my throat is still sore but the water helped.
“Better?” I nod my head. “Don’t worry honey. I’ll get you some more. I just have a few questions and then I’ll bring you another cup.”
“What… What happened?” My voice is small and scratchy causing me to cough making my head feel like it’s going to explode. I groan and try to rub my temples to alleviate the pain but the cord
s attached to my arms make it difficult as they feel like they are going to rip out of my arm every time I move.
“I promise the doctor will answer all of your questions for you after I get some answers from you right now, ok?” I just give her a thumbs up as I close my eyes and try to will away the pain.
“How are you feeling? Any pain besides your head? Dizziness? Fatigue? Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?” I answer all her questions with a thumbs up or thumbs down not wanting to speak and cause another coughing fit. I doubt my head can take any more pain before it explodes. No I don’t feel like throwing up, yes there is pain in my head. If I hurt anywhere else I can’t tell because all my concentration is on my pulsing head. The dizziness is mild and only when I move to fast but I just give her a sideways thumbs up. She seems to understand my meaning.
“I will send the doctor in to speak with you and let your family know you are awake. There will be another nurse who will be taking over for me and she will bring you some water and food. Feel better honey.” She turns and leaves the room with the squeaking of her shoes against the linoleum floor.
Still no answers and still no Sierra. Why isn’t she here? Did she just leave to get something to eat? I bet she raised hell with the nurses making sure I was well taken care of. I close my eyes and imagine her asking a million questions about what’s going on and why they aren’t by my side every second. She may be sweet, quiet and innocent but she will also be the one to make sure you’re taken care of.
“Mr. Levine, I’m Doctor Shin. I was the leading surgeon for your case and I will answer all your questions in just a moment. Let me go over what’s happened while you were out.” My eyes shoot open at the sound of his voice. I never even heard him enter.
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