9
Destiny
“Silas! Enough.” It’s been a week since I made it home from the hospital and he’s been a mother hen to me. It’s beginning to drive me crazy. I know that I stated earlier that I was looking forward to him taking care of me, but I had no idea he’d go to these extremes. He carries me to the bathroom every thirty minutes like clockwork… as if I’m a dog he’s training to go outside. I have to eat every four hours when he issues me my pain meds… they state on the bottle take as needed every four to six hours. Well, my man forces me to take them every four. Even when I don’t need them!
“Kitten, let me do this,” he implores as he plumps the pillows and re-covers my lower body.
“I’m not helpless, you know,” I mutter.
“You’re mine to care of, Destiny, and that’s that.” The finality in his tone sends goosebumps shivering through my body; it’s his growly voice, the one that bends me to his will.
I debate rolling my eyes but know that it’ll earn me a punishment when he deems me ‘healthy’ enough to receive it. I know he has a rolling count going already and I’m secretly excited to be on the receiving end of his hands touching my flesh. Even now, I feel my panties dampen and I bite back a moan of anticipation. Still, he knows if the smirk on his face is any indication.
“When can I know what’s going on?” I ask. I know there is something massive going on right now; he and his brothers have been holing up in the office and they’ve had several people who apparently belong to a local motorcycle club come by as well.
“It’s a need to know basis, Destiny. When you need to know something, I’ll tell you.”
“Is this because I’m not part of some secret men's society or something? I was part of the operation, I put my neck on the line. The least you can do is tell me what’s going on!” I plead.
“This has nothing to do with you not having a dick, Destiny. It’s because we don’t have our heads wrapped around everything. Once I know for a fact what’s going on, I’ll clue you in. Okay?”
“I suppose,” I state, pouting like a child who didn’t get her way. But hell, I was hurt helping them out, the least they could do is let me all the way in. I want to know that what I did helped at least one person.
“We’re working on it, I promise.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “You need to rest; you haven’t been sleeping well.”
“That’s because all I do is fucking sleep,” I retort, rolling my eyes underneath my closed lids.
“I saw that,” he declares.
“Saw what? I didn’t do anything, Silas.”
“Keep telling yourself that lie and maybe, just maybe, I’ll begin to believe it as well,” he chuckles, standing up from his bent position over me. “See you in an hour when your next dose of meds are due.”
“Silas?”
“Yes, Destiny.”
“I’m tired of being woozy. Could we hold off on the meds? Just this once, please.”
“No,” he states over his shoulder as he walks out of the room.
“Fucker,” I moan out quietly.
“I heard that!” he shouts through the closed door.
“Great. Now he’s Superman with supersonic hearing. Just my fucking luck,” I groan. Deciding that I might as well sleep until he comes back, I make myself comfortable, holding his pillow close to my chest as his scent lulls me into blissful slumber.
I’m trapped in a nightmare, confined by zip ties and locked in a nasty dungeon. Beaten and drugged, I cry out for Silas, which is different from than before when I’ve been here. Usually, it’s Piper’s name I’m screaming. Warm, large hands embrace me and I struggle, kicking and biting until I hear a voice. His voice. Instantly I calm and hear, “Destiny, wake up, Kitten. You’re having a bad dream.” As my eyes open, I see Silas looming over me, his bare chest heaving with the exertion of holding me down.
“I-I’m sorry, Silas,” I whisper, my voice breaking as tears fill my eyes. I know they saw the physical evidence of my captivity, but no one knows the mental hell I deal with every day. They tried to break me down and nearly succeeded before Silas rescued me.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he replies, reclaiming his spot next to me in the bed and pulling me into his arms. I can feel my heart beating fast and try to concentrate on his hands as they stroke along my back and sides. “You’re safe, Kitten. Nothing’s ever going to harm you again if I can help it.” His voice is firm, and his vow is one I seal inside my battered heart.
“It was awful there, Silas,” I murmur. The darkness in the room feels like a warm embrace and suddenly I want to tell him everything that happened.
“Then tell me, let me take that burden off of your shoulders,” he says, his voice a caress against my soul. I honestly don’t think he realizes how he is with me sometimes; I can see the little boy he once was before his father destroyed him. I send a heartfelt prayer to the man upstairs that maybe I can help heal him and slay some of his demons because he’s a man unlike any other — fierce, protective, guarded, loving — and I want it all.
“They wanted Piper to do their bidding and when she wouldn’t agree, they took me. Every day, someone would ‘talk’ to me, with their fists and feet, of course. But they also fucked with my head, Silas.”
“How?” he asks.
“I think I spent a week in a room that was solid white. They put me in all white clothing and there wasn’t a speck of color to be seen. When that didn’t work, they brought in several big portable air conditioning units and put them on full blast. I swear I nearly froze to death; I was so cold!”
“You’re safe, Kitten.” I hear him, but I’m so lost in what they did to me that it’s as if he hasn’t said a word.
“The worst, though, was the day they brought me into a room that had a tank in it. Inside the tank were eels and they kept moving me closer as they tossed food inside so I could see how they fought. The unspoken threat was that if they couldn’t get Piper to acquiesce to their demands, they were going to toss me into that tank. Silas, it was horrible,” I cry out, tears now streaming down my face as I shudder at the memories.
“I’ve got you, Destiny,” he soothes, running his hand up and down my back. His tone is different; I can hear the Dom voice, but it’s gentler somehow.
“Silas, will you make love to me?” I ask, looking up at him as I idly stroke his chest.
“Don’t think you’re ready for what I have in mind,” he replies. My eyes lower as the sting of rejection tries to take hold. I love what he does to me and need to be taken out of my head right now; it’s a scary fucking place.
“We can be careful, Silas,” I state. “I need you to take me away from where I was, please?” I’m pleading now and part of me hates myself because this is not who I am, but I know that his touch, his essence, will banish the memories. Maybe not forever, but for a little while and I can live with that fact.
“You sure, Kitten?” he inquires, rolling me to my back. I nod, my breath hitching for a completely different reason. He places my hands above my head, being careful of my cast. “Don’t move them, Destiny. I can’t use the cuffs with the cast so I’m counting on you to be a good girl.” His voice rolls over me like warm silk and I nod. “Words, Kitten.”
“I won’t move them, Silas,” I say. He slips my camisole top up so my breasts are on display then reaches over to the drawer in the nightstand. I see the flash of silver and gems and smile, knowing that he’s about to clamp my nipples. As first one then the other bites into my sensitive flesh and he tightens them until my nipples are protruding, I moan softly. “Feels good, so fucking good, Silas,” I proclaim.
He doesn’t say a word, just removes my panties and I find my legs propped back and open so I’m bare to his gaze, which has heated to a molten hue. “Somebody’s excited,” he says, swiping one finger through my folds.
“Just a little,” I say, causing him to grin at me before he leans down and licks from top to bottom before gently nipping my clit. �
�Fuck,” I moan out. It feels like it’s been forever since he’s been inside me and my pussy is clutching at empty air, wanting to be filled as only he can do.
Instead of putting me out of my misery, he continuous his delicious assault, tweaking my nipples and sliding the chain that attaches them back and forth, and alternating between running his lips and tongue over my heated core and dipping his fingers inside. I want to move my hands so badly, to clasp his head between my thighs as he fucks me with his tongue and fingers, but I don’t. After all these months, I know the reward will be infinitesimally more profound if I listen to him.
“Look at my good girl,” he praises, nipping the skin just below where the clamp is and sending an extra frisson of pleasure shooting through my body.
“Silas,” I pant out. I’m nearly delirious with need right now and when he stops everything and gets up, I nearly cry out. However, I’m glad I didn’t because I’m treated to the luscious sight of him removing his clothes until he stands there at the end of the bed, naked, hard and throbbing. “Fuck me,” I plead, my eyes catching his. I see the molten heat and promise in his gaze and spread my legs further than I thought possible. As he crawls between my thighs and settles his bulk between them, I feel the crown of his cock brush my hyper-sensitive clit and nearly come.
“Don’t do it, they belong to me,” he warns as he grasps his length and slowly, ever so slowly, begins to enter me until I’m stretched to the max. All coherent thought leaves my body and what’s left is pleasure with that slight bite of pain I’ve grown to love and need.
Silas
She feels so fucking good wrapped around my hard dick. I pump leisurely back and forth, drawing out the pleasure and keeping her on the edge of combustion. I meant what I said before, her orgasms belong to me, and she can’t have one until I give her the go ahead to do so. I’ve always enjoyed a woman who gives me the ultimate sacrifice of submission, and Destiny is the ultimate submissive. She craves it, lives for it, begs for it, and I all but willingly give her what she wants and needs… eventually.
“Not yet,” I command as I feel her clench down onto my shaft. “The pleasure will be so much more intense and satisfying if you hold off, Kitten.”
“I don’t know if I can, Silas,” she pants out.
“You can and you will, Destiny. Otherwise, I’ll demonstrate just how far I’m willing to go to deprive you of any orgasm.” I continue my rhythm of slow, meticulous pumps of my hips. I drag my dick out of her slick channel only to swivel my hips upon reentry, making sure to hit not only her clit but also her G-spot.
“Feels so good.” She basically purrs the words. My kitten has claws, but they’re retracted right now, which is what I enjoy most about her. She has control over herself and is willing to let me lead her down the righteous path of implosion.
“Fucking incredible,” I mumble into her neck. The need to taste her skin overwhelms me. My tongue snakes out and licks the cord of her neck. I continue to nuzzle as my chest hair abrades her sensitized nipples; I want every nerve in her body ready to explode and based on how her breathing has picked up and the slight flutters I feel as I continue moving within her, she’s nearly there. When I feel my balls draw up, I take her lips in a consuming kiss and simultaneously pull the clamps from her nipples, shouting, “Now, Kitten!” as I increase the pressure of my thrusts.
She detonates around me, her pussy strangling my dick and forcing my orgasm to come shooting from me. Her keening cry as she throws her head back so far I fear her neck will snap has me watching her reaction. Fucking beautiful and more than I ever thought I would get in my lifetime. I continue my thrusts, emptying into her willing body as she rides her orgasm, dropping kisses along her jaw and collarbone and murmuring words of praise and encouragement. When she finally stops moving, I look down at her and see her smiling. “That was fucking phenomenal,” she whispers, her hands still above her head.
“Yeah, it was, Kitten,” I reply before reaching up and tapping her wrist and cast so she knows she has freedom to move them. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Ironically enough, as much shit as she’s been giving me with regard to ‘helping’ her since she got hurt, this time, she allows me to soothe and pamper her the way a good Dom is supposed to do.
10
Silas
We’ve played phone tag with Braxton for a few days now. We keep missing each other’s calls, so I left him a message earlier today informing him that we have to meet with him. I made sure to emphasize the word ‘urgent’ and ‘life threatening’ to ensure he’ll return my call promptly. As I’m waiting on him to get in contact with me, I read over the file containing the report on anything and everything Jonas was able to track down on Athena. Some of it pisses me off, makes me want to take vengeance on the couple that our father placed her with. Other things make me proud as fuck to be her brother.
She graduated top of her class and worked her way through college. I hate what she did as a job, she was a stripper for Christ’s sake, but she did it all on her own. She has no student loan debt and owns her car outright. Granted, it’s not a vehicle I would own, but for a female, it’s got the safety features I would insist she or any woman that I consider under my protection have. I still want her in something bigger, but there’s time for that in the future.
When the phone rings and the caller ID states it’s Braxton, I answer it, stating, “It’s about fucking time, man. What part of life or death is hard to understand?” I lay the phone on my desk and put it on speaker so I can easily flip through the file I’ve been going through.
“Silas, what’s up?” I swear, he’s one of the most unflappable men I’ve ever met and I wish he was of a different mindset because someone like him would be an asset to our team. Unfortunately, while he’s more than capable of handling shit that flies their way, that’s not who he chooses to be in the grand scheme of things.
“Need to meet up with you face-to-face. When can you come?” I ask.
He sighs before asking, “How urgent? I can move some things around if I need to.”
“Move them.” I hear his indrawn breath at my words and know he’s caught on to the fact that whatever I need to tell him is serious.
“I can be there within the hour,” he replies.
“See you then,” I state, hanging up the phone. By now, they’re used to us saying what we need to say and disconnecting so I don’t feel bad at all. I call Jonas and advise him to grab the ledger and find Atticus because I suspect it’s going to take all three of us to contain Braxton when he sees and hears what we have to say. I also need to set up an impromptu meeting with our dear sister. I want to know how much she knows about us, if anything at all. If my suspicions are correct, I believe that she does. She’s been watching us for a long time now, I just thought she was shy, but now I’m wondering if that’s because she was studying us… waiting to see if we’d bring the topic up ourselves.
“So what’s so important that I had to drop everything and rush down here?” Braxton asks me an hour later. We’re in the office and both Jonas and Atticus glance my way at his words.
“We were on an assignment and got some information that, once we saw it, we realized you needed to be made aware,” I reply, pushing the ledger toward him.
“What the fuck is this?” he inquires, looking at the ledger as if it’s a venomous snake.
“Take a look,” Atticus says, throwing his feet up on my desk and crossing them. I glare at him but he merely raises his eyebrow at me. Fucker. I’ll deal with him later. I see the moment that Braxton comprehends what he’s seeing.
“What the ever-loving fuck is this shit?” he rumbles out, running his hand through his hair.
“We haven’t gotten to the absolute bottom of it yet, but it seems that y’alls ties to us, however minimal, have put you on someone’s radar and may have indirectly caused the problems that Ralynn had with that fucker Welch,” Jonas states.
“Jesus fucking Christ, how can we help with this? I don’t like that all of o
ur shit from the kids to where we live is out there like that for anyone to access,” Braxton mutters. Even though it’s obvious he’s upset, he’s not yelling. Yet.
“As far as we know, we have the only book out there. But the issue still lies that the woman in charge of all of this, who’s done all of this research is still out there, living and breathing, while we’re stuck twiddling our fucking thumbs like three-year-olds. And we know fuck all about her.” I uncomfortably shift in my chair, irritated that we haven’t been able to find out who this mysterious Mrs. W is.
“And y’all have a sister you didn’t know about? What the fuck? This is blowing my mind. Jonas, you need any help with this? I can get Bandit rolling if you need him.”
“Raven and I are still running searches, but if I need him, I’ll reach out to him,” Jonas says. “Right now, not knowing who may know about this shit, we want to keep it somewhat contained.” I know the fact that we have a sister is fucking with Jonas’s head; he looks almost haggard but true to form, hasn’t said a word, at least not to me or Atticus.
“I can’t believe this shit,” Braxton murmurs. “I mean, what the fuck does Nan have to do with anything?” He points to a page where his mother, Nan, is listed, along with her marriage to Gino and what they’re involved with these days. I see his face drop when he fully reads the entry about Ralynn; that was a rough time for his club and especially for his enforcer, Hatchet, since she’s his daughter. She suffered greatly at the hands of her ex, but we took care of the trash and I know from what Jonas has found out that she’s happy with her old man. “Who does this kind of fucked-up bullshit?” he asks, breaking into my reverie.
“Someone who is willing to do anything and everything humanly possible to get to us, unfortunately,” Jonas replies. “This ledger,” he sneers, “is how they’ve managed to fuck with us using those we know to accomplish their goals.” It has so much information, family trees, known associations, hell, I’m surprised there’s not an entry showing when any of us last fucked!
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