I smile at that. I wish I could remember. The rest of the journey is quick, and we pull into the drive right after Jared does. My feet ache from all the walking, and I could do with a shower. I take my new lingerie, and I head to Howard’s bedroom. I know he is going to the basement, so I don’t question it.
‘I’ll be up soon okay?’
‘Yeah do what you got to do.’ I smile, and I hope he gets vengeance for that little girl. Whoever she was. That was no way to die.
***
Howard
I couldn’t believe it when Jared told us, and I only hope we’re home in time to catch the end. Harrison is the best guy we have when it comes to slow deaths. In fact, I’ve never come across anyone, ever, with the kind of talents he has when it comes to torture techniques, and getting his victims to talk. He is the master, so to speak. All three of us go down the stairs, all hoping for a slow and painful death for the two foreign wolves.
I’m not disappointed when I arrive. One of them is in worse shape than the other. But still alive. Jared asks the question.
‘How long?’
‘A few minutes or a few hours, you choose?’
‘Oh, make it last,’ Jared says folding his arms across his chest. Taking a good look at them.
‘Sick fucks,’ I sneer. Harrison looks at us, and I know what he wants. He likes solitude when he’s working. Most people would peg him as sick in the head. But I don’t. He doesn’t have the urge to kill and maim—he just gets a hard on when the opportunity arises. He doesn’t go out and kill for the fun of it like a murderer would, he just takes out the trash when needed, and he rids the world of bad bastards like these two scumbags. He goes to his sex clubs to fulfil his other urges. He’s a straight-up guy, and I would trust him with Willow’s life and mine. Jared notices at the same time I do that Harrison is waiting for us to leave.
‘For as long as you can drag this out. Do it,’ Jared confirms. Harrison nods enthusiastically. We make our way to the kitchen and Jared gets out a few beers and hands them out. Brody comes in from the surveillance room,
‘Did you call the cowboy brothers?’ he asks as Jared hands over a beer.
‘No, not yet. I’m still mulling that over. Do you think they knew about those two?’ He tilts his chin in the direction of the cellar stairs.
‘I can’t see them being involved in anything like those sickos.’
‘Well, Harrison worked them over pretty good, and they didn’t spill anything on the brothers. He thinks they’d have talked if they were involved.’
Brody nods, while Jared reveals the rest of the conversation he’d had on the phone earlier. He takes his phone from his pocket and calls his dad.
‘They came up clean.’
‘Okay then. I’ll send someone to pick them up and take them to a secluded place for the time being. Until they’ve been tested.’
‘You sure you don’t mind doing that?’
His dad laughs. ‘Son, I’ve been doing this shit for too many years. If I minded we’d never be where we are today. Let them know someone will be there to pick them up in the next four to five hours and send me the address.’
‘Will do.’ He hangs up and calls the brothers. They sound happy to hear from him. He relays what his dad said and hangs up the phone. He scrubs his hands across his face. He’s stressed out and tired.
‘You need to go to bed,’ I tell him.
‘I can’t, not till she’s asleep.’
‘Are you mad?’ I laugh.
‘No, it’s fucking killing me, and she teases me like fuck, wanting it every five minutes.’
‘So fucking give her it, you idiot,’ Brad teases him.
‘If anything happens to that baby though…’
‘It’s a fact that women are hornier when pregnant, and it’s also a fact that it’s safe as long as she’s comfortable,’ Zoe says from behind us.
‘Fucking hell, Zoe, where did you come from?’
‘Get up the stairs, and fuck your woman before she turns to bob.’
‘Bob?’ Me, Brad, and Brody all ask at once, and Zoe laughs.
‘Battery Operated Boyfriend, you idiots… look at your faces.’ She laughs so hard she’s bent at the waist.
‘Is it really safe?’
‘Yes, oh my god! Google it if you don’t believe me.’
He swigs his beer down in one gulp, claps his hands together, and we all know where his head is at as he disappears up the stairs. I swig my beer and decide I may just go and get myself some too. Brad obviously has the same idea, so we head up the stairs, leaving Brody and Zoe in the kitchen. I open my bedroom door, and the sight that greets me is one I will never get tired of. Her head lifts up from the bed as the door opens and she has on those pink and black frilly knickers. But over them is a suspender belt leading to black stockings. I think I might be drooling a bit. I snap my jaw closed and move from the spot I was frozen to for a second. I stalk my way across the room as she gets up onto all fours and crawls down the bed to meet me. I take her lips in a brutal kiss because I can’t control myself. I hold her jaw and lick my way into her mouth, and willingly she relents, giving me all control. I pull her up onto her knees and push my fingers under the elastic of her knickers. I groan as my fingers meet slick lips. Always ready for me. Always eager. And I can’t get enough. As I slide my fingers inside her, she moans, and I want in. I pull away from the kiss, ready to get her in position on the bed. But she stands instead.
‘Wait,’ she tells me, lifting my top up and off. Then she unbuttons my jeans and slides them down too. All the while giving me a sexy stance with her arse pointing out and her tits pushed forward, her legs wide. Stunning. I don’t know where to look because it’s just too good to keep my eyes on one spot for too long. I need to ingrain this image. Because fuck.
Her hands slide up my calves and the back of my thighs while she bends at the waist. Her arse is just… her lips slide over my cock, and I’m too engrossed by the little show she’s giving me to realise she is about to do it. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, and she gags a little, and I almost pull out, but she grips me so fucking hard, there is no way I am pulling out of her mouth. So I stand still and let her get used to it. Oh, and she does, again, she blows me like a fucking pro. Taking me past the gag reflex until I hit the back of her throat. My eyes close momentarily and then she hums. Fuuuuuck if that’s not good. Jesus Christ.
I look down and find her big eyes watching mine. I bite my lip and thrust forward a little, but hold back because I don’t want to push too far. However, she hollows out her mouth and moves up and down my shaft so fucking good. One hand grasps my arse and the other plays with my balls. Then she puts pressure on my arse, indicating for me to fuck her mouth. And I do just that.
‘I’m going to come,’ I tell her, and she sucks me deeper, making sure I don’t slip free. Then she swallows everything I give her. I watch as she licks her lips and then the end of my dick, making sure every last bit of come is taken care of. I lift her up and toss her on the bed, dragging her knickers down while she squeaks with apprehension. Then I bury my head between her thighs. The taste of her is so fucking sweet. Like nectar. I have her legs quaking and quivering in no time at all as I pair my fingers and tongue in a relentless attack on her sweet little pussy. I’m like a starving man ravenous for his first meal in a week. I bring her down from her orgasm slowly. Then I flip her over onto her stomach and push my way inside from behind. Reaching around, I strum her clit with my fingers, and in seconds, she is clamping her walls down around my dick, so hard, I don’t even need to thrust because her orgasm is doing all the work I need—milking my dick and taking what she needs. Again, I bring her down slowly and increase my pace as her walls relax around me. I thrust in slowly, then hard, and quicken my pace, bringing her, yet again, to the hilt. But this time I slow and let her build again. Hearing her little mewling noises is a huge fucking turn on, and has me thrusting faster still. Until she’s panting and trying to claw her way up the bed because a
nother orgasm is just about more than she can handle. But I’m confident that she can. And will. I hold her hips firm in my grasp and pump so hard that my balls hit her clit with each thrust.
‘Ooooooh ohhh my god, aaaaaah, Howard!’ she moans out, and I spurt my seed inside of her, as her walls clamp down and squeeze the life out of my cock. I collapse on top of her, and she just takes my weight because I think she’s as beat as I am after that.
‘You okay?’ I mumble, just wanting to make sure because I don’t want to pull out or even move just yet.
‘Perfect,’ she whispers. I lean up on my elbows and pull out until I’m on my knees behind her. The vision of her arse in that suspender belt is fucking gorgeous, especially when I watch as my come slips out of her entrance and down her thigh. We haven’t discussed arse play yet, and probably won’t until she’s more confident and happy with what I can do for her pleasure. It’s too soon yet. But I can’t resist a little rub and tender slap as I move down to her cum-soaked entrance and slide a finger in. I insert two and pump them in and out for a second. Willow is all but unconscious beneath me. I slide my fingers out and turn her over to face me, and put my fingers to her lips. They part, and I push them in. Her tongue swirls around my fingers, licking them clean.
‘You like the taste of us on your tongue?’
‘Mmhmm,’ she mumbles around them. I pull them free and kiss her. Tasting the very same salty sweetness from her tongue.
***
Willow
I’m basking in my post-sex glory when Howard comes back in from the shower.
‘So I’m guessing you like the new lingerie?’
‘Sexy as fuck,’ he says, running his hand over my bare ass. I turn, giving him my front and he leans down, flipping my bra under my boobs and flicking over the nipple with his tongue. Teasing me. ‘In fact, if you don’t get dressed right now, I’m going to fuck you all over again,’ he threatens. It’s hardly a threat, but I get up anyway, and as I do, he flicks his towel and smacks me on the ass as I walk into the bathroom, making me squeal. He laughs, and that sound alone makes my core clench. It’s beautiful to hear him laughing. I notice too that his friends stop and watch him when he laughs and jokes now because it’s unusual for him. Only I get to see this side of him really because he is so serious and alert when we’re not alone.
‘Tell me how we met?’ I ask as I pull on my clothes, fresh from the shower.
‘You already know.’
‘I want you to tell me again.’
He pulls a silly face and then begins telling me about it.
‘I think you’re right. It was fate. How else would we have met? I wasn’t allowed out. I was locked in twenty-four-seven. It was miserable. And you and Brad were the only men I’d seen, other than Brody and Max, for so long.’
He looks at me in confusion.
‘You remember?’ he suddenly asks.
I nod and bite my lip. ‘I remember us. I remember our first time. I remember everything.’
He pulls me up to him and sits on the edge of the bed with me between his legs. Looking deeply into my eyes.
‘So you remember what an arsehole I was?’ He looks a little dejected. I nod and laugh.
‘I do remember that. My first kiss. I was so mad at you.’
‘I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was an idiot, what can I say?
‘You were a complete and utter idiot, but I forgive you.’
‘Thank you, sweetheart.’
‘I thought I wasn’t whole because of my memories, but it was you I needed to make me whole. As soon as we connected again, I felt it. I didn’t need the memories. But, in the shower just now, they all hit me like a tidal wave. I chose you then, and I choose you now. You’re my forever, Howard.’
His eyes well up with unshed tears and he swallows a couple of times, trying to get his words out. ‘I fucking love you, Willow. So damn much it hurts here,’ he says placing my hand over his heart.
‘I love you too,’ I tell him as my own tears fall.
‘I’m gonna make you Mrs Clarke.’
‘Is that a proposal?’ I ask giggling around my tears.
‘I guess it is.’ He grins.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him so damn hard. ‘Well, in that case, I can’t wait to be Mrs Clarke!’
I HAVE ADRENALINE coursing through my veins as I watch the two arseholes I’d tied up the night before. I’ve needed this, and last night I didn’t sleep a wink because all I wanted to do was get started in here. I’d normally separate them, but this time something told me not to. I’m not sure why that is yet, but that little voice in my head had said no—and it’s not normally wrong. I wind the crank on the wall, and the first guy starts to descend. His eyes open and then he jolts. I see panic. I smile. The smell is rancid as he pisses himself with fear. I shake my arms out and flex my fingers. I have my tools just outside the door. I could have set them up already and saved some time, but I like them to see me do it. Messes with their head. It’s all about the psychology. The sleep deprivation and the lack of all senses overnight plays a huge part too. I close my eyes and inhale pure fear. I shudder as it takes hold somewhere deep inside, and takes root.
I live for this—it’s my job.
The guy to my left finally joins us. And I am ready to work. I grin. Not a cheesy one that friends share. No, mine are saved just for these moments. My eyes are wide and my teeth bared. Giving them a glimpse of the maniac inside. This is my therapy. My release. I was born bad. Always bad. I do this because I enjoy it. And it saves those who have a conscience from having to do it. I see it as a service. Ridding the world one bastard at a time. One day, I might find the fucker who made me this way. I live in hope every day, but I think maybe that ship sailed long ago. Someone, somewhere would have put that sorry sack of shit to ground already. I won’t ever be that lucky.
When that bullet lodged in my chest, that’s what went through my head. The fact that I’d die without knowing if he’d gone before me. That was until I accepted that I wasn’t going to make it. And I smiled, accepting my fate. My brothers didn’t let that happen though, and here I am. Maybe I was saved for this reason. Put on this earth to end others. I crack my neck and think that through. Yeah… if I hadn’t made it, how the fuck would we get vengeance for that baby girl. I bring the picture of her to mind. Splayed out on that fence, ripped open and disrespected in every way possible. Yes… This is my purpose. I’m not here to love or to find happiness, but to save others from bastards like these in front of me now. I want answers first. I want to know what they did, how they did it and who was involved. I need to know if the cowboy brothers played a part. My gut says they didn’t, but I’ll enjoy asking the questions anyway.
I take off my t-shirt and fold it neatly. Next, I take off my boots and socks and place them neatly out of arterial spray range. I’ve had enough practice to know what’s a good distance. I leave on my jeans. I have special ones for occasions like these. Next, I turn on the electricity for the room and fill two plastic bowls of water from the sink in the corner. I place them nicely just under both men. I pull on the different ropes, tightening the pulleys and loosening others until number one is bent in half, his knees up into his chest with his dick and scrotum just visible underneath. That’s how I want him.
Happy with the result, I lower him further until just his dick and balls hit the water and break the surface. Not too much. I don’t want his arse in the water. I just want his cock and balls. I do a full three-sixty, checking every angle is perfect. I like to have it just right. Yes… perfect. I bring over the jump lead and drop one end into the bowl. He starts to panic, but all he does is thrash and dislocate his own shoulders. The pain is too much, and he passes out. That won’t do. He needs to be awake for this part. I cluck my tongue and retrieve the smelling salts I have on the table already. I haven’t even unpacked my tools yet. That’s always a good part for me. I wave the salts under his nose, and he wakes up as expected. Much better. Now I can unpack them. It doesn’
t have the same effect without them conscious.
I pull my leather roll of tools from the bag. I place it at the edge of the table and smooth out the edges. I know how far it will roll out because I’ve done it many times before. I’ve been doing this for the pack since I was fifteen years old. Mr Stone recognised something in me from an early age. He gave me a purpose, and I was a good student. Always paying attention to the details.
My teacher is dead now. But his legacy lives on. I watch the man to my left as his eyes widen with fear. I will call them number one and number two. They don’t have names because it means nothing here in this room. I lift the flap on my roll and carefully withdraw my tools, placing them neatly on the plastic cover, which I had placed on the table beforehand. I line them up neatly making sure each piece is in line with the next. I take my time. I like them perfect. I crack my knuckles before I begin.
Number two starts to mumble something around the knot of rope in his mouth. But he isn’t my priority at the moment. Number one, however, is. He also has a knot in his mouth and is feeling the strain both from the position I have him in and his dislocated shoulders. He cannot move even a millimetre without causing himself great pain. His eyes follow me to the switch that the lead is wired to. I tilt my head so that I can watch as the tears stream down his face. I flip the switch and the electric current jolts through his body. I leave it just long enough before I flip it off. I smile at the result I get. He can’t scream: one, the knot doesn’t allow for it, and two, the bolt of electricity made his muscles lock in spasm, rendering his tongue and face muscles useless. I rip the knot from his mouth, chipping a tooth in the process.
‘I’m not big on conversation, but I assume you want to talk right now?’ He nods his head and realises he can’t do that either in his predicament.
‘Did you kill the child?’
‘W…wh…which…’ I flip the switch again because that was the wrong answer. Letting me know there have been more only angers me further. Again, I bring him to very near death before I switch it off. The current continues through his muscles for a millisecond after. Once his jaw functions again, he starts to wail and yell.
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