by Piper Stone
As Wrath walked out of the bathroom, a washcloth in his hand, he gave her a nod, one of approval. Remaining silent, he gently wiped cum off her ass cheeks, rubbing up and down.
She spread her legs as he caressed her skin, holding her breath. Why would such a violent man take such care of her? There was no answer, no understanding, but his mask had completely fallen away.
“Now, my sweet Sophia. Rest. I’ll be right back.”
The fact he was leaving the room send a series of terrifying tremors down from her spine to the back of her legs. Where the hell was he going? Was he going to leave her here? She sucked in her breath, listening for any sounds. Then she began to count, to try to keep track of time. After two minutes, she continued to rationalize what he was doing. After four, she found it difficult to breathe.
After seven, panic set in.
Rattling her bindings, she craned her neck in order to see how in the fuck she was going to get herself out of this predicament. What a fool she’d been. Struggling, she did her best to crawl up the comforter, using her legs as leverage.
“None of that,” his voice boomed into the bedroom space.
A sigh of relief was followed by a single hiss. “I thought you’d left.”
“I made you a promise, one I intend to keep. Time for your real punishment.”
She was unable to see him, unable to tell what he was doing. When she was allowed a quick glimpse, she clamped her mouth shut. Ginger. The motherfucker was going to shove ginger up her ass. What. The. Hell?
“Methods of pain are often misguided. It’s not always about the force used, my sweet Sophia. Something as simple as figging can be so powerful. I’m certain you would agree.” He emitted a slight chuckle.
“Yes, sir.” The words were said through clenched teeth to the point she was surprised they were even recognizable. She’d read about figging before, even purchased a stalk one time at the grocery store, peeling it exactly as she’d seen on the internet. But she’d never had the guts to try something so... daunting.
Terrifying.
Delicious.
She automatically clenched her ass cheeks as he crawled onto the bed.
Wrath exhaled. “Relax, sweet Sophia.”
Wrinkling her nose, she attempted to obey as he pushed the tip of the ginger against her puckered hole. The slide inside was done with relative ease. Experiencing zero sensations, she breathed out.
“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes and don’t worry, my lovely one. I will return. Have faith. Perhaps a little trust.”
Faith. Right. She had very little faith in anything. But for some insane reason, she believed him.
During the next few minutes, she felt nothing different, no burning sensations of any kind. The moment she clenched her ass cheeks, she moaned, a biting sting jetting into the very core of her being. “Shit.” She no longer cared if he heard her exclamation. Wiggling, she tried to concentrate on keeping her asshole relaxed, willing her muscles to cooperate, but damn them. With a foreign object inserted in her ass, all she did was clamp down, whimper, relax, repeat. This was going to be horrible.
After what had to be a very long five minutes, she was so anxious she had difficulty breathing. She wanted to call out, but in her mind, that would indicate defeat. Jesus. Was her mind even able to rationalize any longer?
“Fifteen minutes on the nose. I think you’re ready and I have a very special implement I’m going to use.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out the long, thin reed. A cane. He was going to whip her with a cane. Tears sprang to her eyes. “I...”
“Ssshhh... This is going to hurt, but it’s so well deserved. Don’t you think, my sweet?” Wrath moved into position, standing just off to the side.
Sophia was able to see his face, his lust-filled eyes. This was keeping him on edge, no doubt his cock thick and pulsing. She held her breath as he swung the cane, snapping the end against the bed. Every cell in her body tingled with anticipation. Sweet Jesus.
“Twenty, I believe on this lovely evening.”
Even his accent seemed thicker. She fisted her hands and the action made her clench her ass muscles the second he snapped his wrist, the reed striking her on the sweet spot. “Fuck!”
“No cursing,” he commanded then cracked once, twice again.
Pain tore through every muscle, forcing her to jerk, every muscle in her body tense. The stinging sensation turned into burning and all she could do was pant as her entire body reacted in a violent manner.
But her pussy clenched as if this was exactly what she craved.
She expected to feel the same level of humiliation as before, but instead, she was almost gleeful, accepting her punishment.
Wrath snapped his wrist, striking her several times in rapid succession.
She was forced to bite back a series of expletives, praying to some freaking God this would be over soon.
He tapped her ass with the cane then swung again, hitting her on the very tops of her thighs.
“Oh... God!” The scream was full blown. When she heard the whooshing sound again, she no longer cared about the ginger burning her asshole.
Every strike in a tight rhythm, he peppered her ass over and over again. Resting, he rubbed her ass cheeks, checking the position of the ginger, twisting the piece back and forth. “You’re doing very well.”
“Please, get this over with. Sir!” Clenching and unclenching her hands, tears slid from both eyes.
“We’re almost finished,” he murmured and ran the cane through his hand, allowing her to see his action.
Huffing, she turned her head the other way, doing everything she could to mentally prepare.
Wrath didn’t keep her waiting long. He issued the final strikes with a swift precision. “Excellent. You have a high threshold for pain.”
She resisted cursing, mumbling or otherwise telling him the fuck off. She only wanted the damn ginger removed from her asshole. The second he tugged on the naked root, giving her relief, she let out a distinct sobbing sound. Submitting to the assassin was... She almost laughed at the thought. There were no words that came to mind.
“Now, I think it’s time to introduce you to an ass plug, which you will wear at all times.”
His voice seemed to echo, creating vibrations jetting through every muscle and cell. An ass plug? Was he kidding?
“We’ll increase the size as I see fit,” he muttered, allowing her to see the gleaming silver implement he held in his hand.
The jeweled end seemed luminescent in the moonlight, drawing her eyes toward the ruby red surface. She bit her inner cheek, holding back yet another moan.
He tapped her bottom before wiggling the tapered end of the piece between her ass cheeks.
Sophia clenched her fists as he slipped the plug inside, her ass muscles immediately clenching around the foreign invasion. The metal was cool, yet intrusive and the lingering effects of the ginger prominent enough she whimpered.
“I’ll return soon, my sweet Sophia.”
Whether or not his voice was meant to be soothing she wasn’t certain. What she did hear was a tone full of tension. When he left the room, her instinct told her that the deal he’d made was about to be forfeited.
Another slice of fear trickled into her system and this time, it had everything to do with the man she was falling in love with.
What in God’s name was she supposed to do?
* * *
Wrath knew better than attempt to make a phone call with Sophia in the house, other than if she was locked in or shackled. Their frank conversation had placed a nagging in the back of his mind, one that needed affirmation. After sliding into his pants, he moved to the study, dialing his father. At this point, he didn’t give a shit what time it was. Her knowledge base was far too significant regarding the Dark Haven.
This particular phone was a burner, one that was untraceable. His father’s loyalty was placed with the consortium first, his family a distant second. When the man answe
red, he clenched his fist. “Benedetto.”
“To break protocol must mean this is important, Ricardo. I do not take kindly to being awakened.”
His father’s voice was gruff as usual, but this wasn’t a social call. “Call off the dogs.” The hesitation in Benedetto’s voice meant his instincts were correct.
“She is a detriment to you, son. Unfortunately, you’re too blinded to see that. The process has already begun.”
“I don’t give a shit what you believe, Father, you are not going to have her killed.”
“Then you’ll need to promise me that after you enjoy the whore, you’ll take care of the situation. There is no room for choice. You brought her into this, your desire blinding you. I suggest you take care of this by tomorrow.”
Wrath wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone, his rage snaking a way through every blood cell. Now his own father was threatening him. “There is no reason to end her life. She knows nothing.”
“Nothing? Her questions have unsettled the balance to the point the others are being called back. The clock is ticking. You need to prove your loyalty to your family.”
Everything had been tipped out of control. He glared out the window, studying the shimmer of water in the pool. His father was right. There was no other choice. “Fine, but I’ll handle this.”
“Your services will be met with gratitude.”
The moment his father ended the call, Wrath pitched the phone against the wall, hissing as the pieces fell to the floor. His father had made a detrimental mistake, a weakness that was unexpected.
Much like Sophia had indicated.
Likely the location had been compromised, but that would have come from someone stateside. He stood in the same location for a few minutes before pulling a second gun from the desk drawer, checking the clip, snapping it in place, and sliding it into his waistband. Yes, he continued to lie to her, necessary as usual. He checked the security system, including the various cameras positioned on the exterior premises. He’d rented this house in particular for the secure location, as well as the various attributes it offered.
Detecting nothing, he headed up the stairs, waiting just outside the room before entering. When he walked in, she opened her eyes. There was a knowing expression on her face, not quite fear but a hint of resignation. She’d gone to bed with the enemy, only once not of her free will. They were much the same, mirrored in their worlds but still fighting for the same kind of cause. The irony left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Sophia shifted, craning her neck in order to see him. “What’s wrong?”
“Who said anything is wrong?”
“I can tell by your breathing and by the gun you brought with you. I should have known.”
There was no way for her to see the Glock, only her instincts certain that he couldn’t be trusted.
“You came here to kill me,” she said quietly.
He was surprised she wasn’t struggling, merely locking eyes with his.
Exhaling, he curtailed his anger as he unlocked her, immediately grabbing her robe and tossing on the bed. “I’m not going to kill you, but we do need to talk.” He retrieved the key, unlocking the handcuffs.
She rolled over, moving to a sitting position and rubbing her wrists. “What happened?”
“A change and I need to ask you some pointed questions.”
Frowning, she eased off the bed, donning the robe. “I knew you would refuse to follow through on your promise.” She walked closer, shaking her head. “There’s nowhere you can run, Wrath. I will find you.”
The way she stood up to him brought a twitch in his cock. He adored her tenacity. “Let’s go downstairs.”
She trailed behind him, remaining silent as he walked into the kitchen, but she scanned the perimeter as soon as they were in the room. “You’ve been threatened.”
“We both have.” He eased the gun onto the kitchen counter. “You have an informant in the FBI. The leak has enough knowledge that the consortium has a detailed file.”
“You were tipped about Stephen.”
“And about various other cases. I knew when to hit Mr. Marguiles. I am aware of the strengths and weaknesses within the organization.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Sophia asked, inching closer.
“Because I don’t want you to lose your life.”
She looked away briefly. “You were told to kill me.”
Wrath nodded.
“I asked too many questions,” she continued.
“Yes. Your persistence is one of your finer attributes but could be the reason for your elimination.”
“Who is the leak?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. That is the truth. But I will find out.”
She studied him for some time before moving against the counter. “Then what are you going to do?”
“It’s safer here. If an assassin is sent, it will happen sometime tomorrow. I will be prepared. I will do everything I can to protect you.”
“Then what?”
Chuckling, he rubbed his eyes. “Then complete the terms of the deal.”
“You’re willing to be arrested?”
“Right now, I see no other choice. I have enough information that should be very helpful in capturing members of the consortium.”
She huffed and closed the distance. “You honestly want me to believe that you’d turn in members of your own family in order to go into the witness protection program?”
“You said so yourself, I have no real life. Ricardo Constantino needs to die.”
“That’s risky at best and I can’t authorize anything of that nature. You do understand that?”
“Yes. I’ll take my chances because I trust you implicitly.” He noticed a quiver in her lower lip, heard her ragged breathing. His heart ached thinking about what could happen. “But you will also need to be protected. You’ll have to disappear.”
“You said there’s no place to run.”
He brushed his fingers down her cheek, the electricity soaring. “Not without a plan. A tropical island,” he mused, knowing there was no fucking way.
“White sandy beaches. A little house by the water?”
“Can you imagine?”
The quietness that settled between them was more unnerving than ever before.
“That can never happen. We aren’t fools,” she whispered.
“There is always a dream.” He glanced toward his gun, remorse crowding every thought. He’d accepted his life with no question because there’d been no other choice.
And still, there were no other options.
She opened her eyes wide. “I can’t leave my job and go into hiding with you.”
“Not with me, Sophia. That would be entirely too dangerous, but you can start a new life anywhere. You need to trust me. They will retaliate. There is no other choice.” She seemed so frail, if only for an instant. He cupped both sides of her face, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across her skin. The feel of her was wonderful yet utterly painful. He’d destroyed her life. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Wrath. I played a part in all of this. Whatever happens, the wheels have already been set in motion.”
Unable to resist, he captured her mouth, yanking her closer until her breasts were crushed against his chest. There was no resistance on her part as she clung to him, rising onto her tiptoes, her palms pushing against his chest. He would never forget her incredible taste, the way their tongues danced together, a perfect orchestration.
Everything about this moment was raw, the passion shared between them a firestorm of raging desire. He slid his hands down her back, kneading her buttocks and pushing his cock against her belly. Every cell was alive, his heart thudding as a reminder they were both living too close to the edge.
She ground her hips back and forth, creating a wave of friction between them, soft mewls pushing past their locked lips. Her hunger was as insatiable as his.
Breaking the kiss, he fisted her hai
r and tugged, exposing her long neck. He breathed against her soft skin before nipping her chin.
“Oh, Wrath,” she whispered then fumbled with his button and zipper, finally able to peel away the material edges.
He untied her belt, sliding the robe off her shoulders, licking as he lowered his head, tilting her into a deep arc.
“Jesus.” She dug her fingers into his arms as he sucked on first one nipple then the other.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, crawling his hand between her legs.
“Yes.”
“Do you want my cock inside of you?” Wrath swirled a finger around her clit, inhaling the scent of her desire.
“God, yes. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
Growling, he thrust one finger inside, plunging in rapid motions. The way her pussy muscles clamped around his finger filled him with savage lust, his dark hungers swimming to the surface. “Are you certain?”
“Yes, sir. Very... certain.” She managed to slide her hand inside his open trousers, freeing his cock, her hand wrapping around the base.
As she began to pump up and down, stroking in a frantic manner, she closed her eyes and opened her legs. She struggled to push his pants to the floor, moaning after reaching success.
He licked up the length of her neck, nipping her earlobe as he shoved two more fingers inside. She was wet and hot, jutting her hips forward to meet every hard thrust. His patience was gone, his needs far too great. Breaking the connection, he kicked out of his confining material, immediately lifting her into the air. “Then a hard fucking is what you’re going to receive.”
She took several deep breaths as he positioned the tip of his cock, biting back a scream the moment he impaled her with the entire length. “God. Yes. Yes!” She wrapped her legs around his hips and rolled her arms around his neck, pulling her lips close to his.
He forced her up and down on his shaft, the force jiggling her luscious breasts. He wanted nothing more than to make her come. As she rocked him, using the strength of her upper thighs to move up and down, he inhaled her sweet fragrance, the scent making him instantly intoxicated. Then he slipped his thumb into her asshole, issuing a series of guttural growls.
