Ariel’s quiet as we enter the room, and she sees Timothy strung up over the Judas Cradle. I get a sick sense of pleasure from seeing the man sweat. She looks a little green.
I should stop doubting her strength, though. “That’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” she asks walking closer.
“It’s not going to tickle,” Carver tells her.
She takes a step closer to the man shooting daggers at her. Tied in a fashion where he can only swing slightly from side to side. I stand back and wait for her cue.
“Luther says it’s up to me if you live or die.”
Carver glares at me. The man’s excited to use his favorite toy.
Timothy spits on the floor next to her.
“What does this do?” She looks to Carver.
With a malicious grin, he explains. “That tip there typically goes in the ass and stretches and stretches until either we get what we want, or he’s split wide open.
She flinches, looking back to the man who raised her. “Where’s my real father?”
“Screw you, bitch,” the dumbass snaps at her.
Walking closer, I let the rope drop him, so he’s sitting right on the tip. If he squirms, he’ll feel it. “Watch your fucking mouth.”
He glares but remains silent.
“Did you kill him when you raped my mother?” Her voice remains strong, and I couldn’t be prouder.
His snarl as he says, spitefully, “You watched, you know. As I stole everything from her. You were supposed to die too, but she begged me not to. Said she’d obey me if I let you live.”
Ariel grabs the rope from my hand and drops him just enough that when he breathes, the point penetrates him.
“Motherfucking son of a bitch!” he howls. Carver laughs and comes over to take the rope from her.
“I have a feeling if you keep this, he’ll be split in half before I can really have fun.” She hands it over without a problem.
“What is Thomas up to?” I ask.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His eyes betray his lie, though.
“I heard you electrocuted Luther’s girl,” Carver grins. It’s one I’ve seen many times, and nothing good comes after it. “What do you think, Luth, the twitching would do a ton of the work on his ass.”
“Can’t say I disagree.” I like where he’s going with this.
“You can’t do this!” Timothy screams. Obviously in more pain than he’s letting on.
“We can,” Carver replies.
“They will,” King says from behind us. “Ariel, Lilith is waiting upstairs for you. Something about online shopping and wine.”
She looks to me for permission. Kissing her lips, I savor her sweetness for everything I’m about to do to this man as she walks away.
Stopping at the door, she stares Timothy dead in the eye. “He raped my mother, brutally, every day of her life. She couldn’t even touch me afterwards. Before she killed herself, I saw the relief of death in her eyes.” Tears splash down her cheeks. “He made her wish for death rather than fight for me.” Her gaze moves to Carver, sensing that, even though he’s the worst of us all, he understands the torment most. “Make him regret it.”
“With fucking pleasure.” His fucking grin is back. This is going to be bloody.
“You whore!” Timothy screams, and King comes over with his favorite garrote knife. Making him scream for a whole other reason as he slices open the bottom of the man’s right foot.
“Care to tell us what your brother’s up to?” King asks again, with the knife held to his other foot.
“Fuck you!” He spits at King.
“Very well.” His knife slices the full length of the bastard’s left foot. Blood oozes from both wounds.
“Blood loss may knock you out, but you’re not dying yet,” I say.
Carver lowers him further onto the Cradle, the sound of his skin ripping is muted by his screams.
“Stop!” Timothy cries. “I’ll talk.” His head is hung back with exhaustion. Shitty for him; we’ve only just begun.
Carver pulls him up the slightest bit to give him enough relief to formulate a thought. “Speak,” King demands.
Out of breath, he responds, “Alaska. He’s going to get Catalina.” The sister that doesn’t even know how fucked up her family is.
“Why?” I demand to know.
“He’s not stupid. After his failure with the girl, he knows you’re untouchable. He’s going to destroy her.”
“She’s your fucking sister!” Carver roars and presses the exposed wires of his rigged battery against Timothy’s ribs, electrocuting him. He screams and writhes around on the Cradle, splitting his own skin open as the sharp tip scrapes against the flesh of his ass crack.
When he’s finally calmed down, he replies, “She’s nothing to us. That whore mother of hers is a traitor. They deserve everything he does to them.”
Callous and merciless doesn’t even begin to describe the McCray brothers. We may be fucked up, enjoy torturing as much as killing, but never would we cross this fucking line. For us, family is sacrosanct. Untouchable.
“So, he’s destroying her, then what?” King asks. I can see his mind spinning with the need to get as much information as he can to Atticus, who landed in Alaska just twelve hours ago.
“He’s disappearing.”
“That’s it? He’s not going to set up shop somewhere else? Try and take over another part of the world since Scotland and the U.S were both failures for him?” I ask. The man has no backbone if he’s giving up that easily.
“We’re not that fucking close that we dry hump information from each other. He does his fucking thing, and I do mine.” Now he wants to be a smartass.
King nods to Carver, and he places the wires to the man’s back this time. “Motherfucker!” he howls. The voltage isn’t even that high.
“What else?” King asks, holding his knife against the prick’s scrotum.
“Nothing! I swear!” He looks ready to piss himself.
I’ve watched plenty of men cower under the powerful glare of King’s, so when Timothy says there’s nothing else, I tend to believe him.
Nodding his head with satisfaction, King hands me his knife and says, “I’m calling Atticus to warn him.” Before leaving, he glances back to Timothy with a smirk. “You heard her, make him hurt like her mother. Make the cocksucker bleed.”
Removing my shirt because blood stains are a bitch, I help Carver pull him down from where he’s strung up. Dropping him to the ground, Carver drags him by the rope tied around his hands to the center of the room while I grab my whip.
“There won’t be an inch of your body untouched by the time we’re finished with you.” My grin is deadly as I crack the leather against his thighs the first time, ripping his pants with each lash.
His screams, I’m sure, can be heard throughout the house as Carver randomly touches him with the blowtorch as well. Small, not enough to make him pass out from the pain, but just enough to hurt.
Ariel
Seeing Timothy as helpless as I have been my entire life shifted something inside of me. I know he’s not leaving this house in anything but a body bag. He can never hurt me or anyone else again. If only they could catch Thomas, too. I hate to think of either man being free in the world. Doing as they please.
“Come on, Ariel, you have to choose something. You need clothes.” Lilith tries, once again, to get me in the mood to shop with her.
She seems every bit as intense as King, only with a softer side. Tamer. She is every bit the queen I always hear King calling her.
“I don’t have any money to pay for this stuff.” I’m ashamed of that. With all I’ve done for Timothy, I never could steal money away for if I ever got out of the life.
A heavy sigh leaves her. “Has Luther claimed you yet?”
“What do you mean?” My question comes off shy.
“I mean, the whole pound on his chest like a big ol’ badass ape claiming of you.” She smiles at the thought. “Has he pronounced, ‘your mine, no one touches you’, something?”
“Well, yeah. All the time.”
“Then he’s paying for this.” She beams like it’s a no-brainer.
“And if he doesn’t want to?”
“He does. Trust me.” Her laughter is contagious, and I find myself wanting to buy the pretty cobalt sundress she’d clicked on minutes before.
“Alright, just this once, though.” I give in.
She probably adds double the number of items to the cart than I would have once she knew my size. Telling me when I’d asked about panties, “You won’t need them. And if you do, they’ll only be ripped off, so it’s a waste of money.”
She’s so sure of herself. I wish I had her confidence. I want to be strong enough for a man like Luther. He deserves it and more.
“She’s right,” King says as he passes us, shutting his office door behind him.
“Well, shit,” Lilith mutters.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing ever good happens when that door’s closed.”
“Oh.” I wonder if they got Timothy to tell them where his brother was.
Lilith’s hand on my shoulder startles me from my thoughts. “Don’t worry about it. They’ll handle it.”
“I hope so.”
We go back to shopping, and after spending more money than I wanted and buying more clothes than I’ll ever need, I decide to head back up to Luther’s room to wait for him. Grabbing a banana from the counter on my way. My stomach has been so knotted up from nerves I’ve barely eaten since Luther found me.
Entering his room, the window calls to me like a siren’s song. I can’t seem to stay away. We’re on the top floor, so I’m able to see out the back of the house. The fields of flowers, the garden I never expected in the yard.
Listening to the birds chirping in the trees is oddly soothing to my anxiety. If I close my eyes, I can almost hear the song they sing. I understand the happiness in their twitters as they chatter.
The banging of a door against the wall has me jumping off the windowsill to see Luther standing in the doorway. His expression is harsh, full of wrath. I don’t understand.
I fear moving will provoke him into action as he walks closer to me. “What happened? Did he talk?” I ask quietly, not wanting to spook or enrage him further.
When he’s a foot away from me, it’s then that I notice. His breathing is erratic and harsh. Blood splatters his bare chest and pants. His arms are covered in it as well.
“What did you do to him?” I wonder aloud. Not really wanting the answer.
Our stares clash, and I recognize the vicious need in him. He’s not angry. He’s full of adrenaline and needs an outlet. His craving for me is right there, plain as day.
Without him saying a word, I strip free of the long shirt he’d given me earlier and walk closer to him.
My touch on his chest is tentative.
His fierce clutching of my hair is achingly raw.
I feel everything…
Luther
When I crashed through our door and saw Ariel sitting on that fucking windowsill again, my heart nearly stopped. Fear seized me. I thought what she witnessed with Timothy was too much for her. I thought it was going to be her breaking point.
Lilith said she’d come up here looking a little sad. So, catching her there, when she’d spoken about jumping before made me angrier than I was at the bastards who’d put her in such a frame of mind.
When she turned to me, a look of peace on her face, I knew she was ready for the monster that I am. Covered in blood, she still stripped for me. Her touch was a branding of our souls. Never will she get away from me.
My grasp in her hair tightens, so she’s forced to the tips of her toes to relieve the pain. Her gaze holds a challenge. She’s begging for me to push her past her limits.
I’m only too happy to oblige.
Taking her mouth with bruising force, our teeth clash as I dominate her petite body. Her tiny nip on my lip unleashes the brute in me, coercing her to bend to my will.
She gasps when my free hand slides between the cheeks of her ass, pressing on the tiny rosebud. I fully intend to keep my promise of filling her entire being with my cock and cum.
Pulling back just enough so that our eyes meet, I say, “You’re fucking mine, Ariel. I’m going to break this pretty, little body in ways you’ve never imagined.” I bite her lip roughly as her eyes glaze over with passion. “I’m going to devour your agony while licking those sweet tears away.” Her body melts into me completely. “I’m going to own you, sweetheart.”
Picking her up, I feel her pussy slide against my abs as I walk us to the shower. Pushing my pants down, I step out of them and into the stall. Warm water blasts us as I let Ariel slide to her feet in front of me.
Without a word, she grabs the soap and begins washing the blood from my body. Not a single complaint is said. No disgust or revulsion. A look of love is reflected at me in her gaze.
“Say it,” I demand, needing to hear the words fall from her pretty lips.
“I love you,” she responds with conviction. No hesitation.
Pulling her up by the grip I’ve got on her neck, I slam my mouth over hers once again. Our tongues duel as she drops the soap bar and rubs her hands up and down my chest.
Picking her up, her legs circle my waist, my cock pounding to plunge into her silky depths. Rubbing against me impatiently, I slap her ass to calm her down, and she moans. Enjoying the sharp bite of pain.
Sinking into her cunt, I drive my cock all the way to her womb. Her walls try to push me out, but I’m having none of it.
“Oh, Luther,” she cries through the stinging ache of my dick.
“Ride me, princess. Own that fucking cock.” Her hips start gyrating, and I bury my head in her neck. Biting the flesh over her pulse, I feel her walls contract around my length. Fuck does she feel good. “Harder, baby,” I encourage. I want her to find a rhythm she likes before I take over.
Her cunt tightens painfully around me, and I have to lock my knees so we both don’t fall to the ground. Pleasure washes throughout me with her fucking. She may be new to this, but fucking hell can she ride a cock. Our loving is more like a battle of wills as I roughly pull her up and down.
Instinct takes over as she struggles to take every pounding inch of my flesh hammering her pussy. Her nails scratch at my shoulders and back, fueling my desire to make her embrace the pain and sink into ecstasy.
Her heels as she digs them into my ass, push me further into her lush frame. “You're holding back,” she accuses breathlessly.
I am. A sick part of me wants to break her. The part she cracked wide open with her soulless eyes. My heart doesn’t want to hurt her.
“Let go, Luther.”
Without a word, I shut off the shower and step out with her in my arms. My cock luxuriating in her tightness. Sitting her on the vanity, I wrap her wet locks around my fist and tug. She’s forced to tilt her head back as far as she can with my dick lodged so deeply inside of her it’s overwhelming.
My other hand holds her just under her perky, little tit. Unrelentingly, I pump in and out of her. The back of my hand in her hair hits the mirror with every stroke.
“More,” she pleads.
“Fucking greedy girl.” Placing her on the floor, I turn her around. With the power of one thrust, she nearly crashes through the mirror. If not for my iron hold on her hips and her hands blocking her from hitting it.
“Luther!” She preens her body, giving me even more access.
“Tighten that pussy, Ariel.”
As soon as she clamps down, I’m ready to explode. All the adrenaline from the day has finally caught up with me, and Ariel’s my outlet. She’s my strength.
Pulling her body up into mine, I turn her head to suck on her pouty bottom lip. “Come with me.”
Permission is all she’d been looking for as she explodes. Her body constricts; her shrieks permeate the air. The scent of her arousal as she comes around me sets off my own release.
Pumping harder, I’m fully embedded in her body when my semen releases inside her. I latch onto her neck as the pleasure rolls through me with sharp intensity.
As our bodies acclimate to the breeze in the room and the release of our passion, she shivers in my arms.
“Bed?” I murmur in her ear.
“Will you do that other thing, too?”
Shocked, I ask, “You want me to fuck this delectable, little ass, Ariel?”
Her blush overtakes her entire body as she answers. “Please, Luther.”
My cock twitches.
Ariel
Much gentler than he was in the shower, Luther helps me crawl onto the bed. Putting a pillow under my hips and spreading my thighs as far as I can.
“Close your eyes.” The whisper of his breath on my back makes me shiver.
A cloth covers them, and I tense. But I know he won’t hurt me. I know he only wants to enhance our pleasure.
“Hands,” he commands, and I place them behind my back.
“Luther?” I question when I feel more silk wrap around my wrists and bind to my ankles, arching my back slightly.
His lips kissing lightly on my lower back and across the top of my ass is soothing until I feel his hands spread the globes, exposing the most vulnerable part of me.
I’m curious and terrified all at once, but I want everything he’ll give me.
When his tongue touches the tiny rosebud, I jump, stunned at the bold move. It’s uncomfortable, at first, then I realize pleasure burns just below the surface if only I’ll accept it. Relaxing my body to his control, I let go of everything and give in to the blistering power of Luther’s erotic touch.
His hands massage my ass and thighs as his tongue licks and sucks at my hole. I’m soon so lost in pleasure that I don’t realize he’s moved away until a cold gel touches me.
When his finger slowly pushes its way through the tight rings, I fight to remain pliant, so he can stretch me.
The heat of his chest covers me as he whispers in my ear, “You’re so fucking perfect, delicious. I’m going to hurt you, then I’m going to make you scream in pure ecstasy.”
I ache for him to fulfill his promise.
When his digit leaves me, I push back against him, not wanting the loss. His chuckle follows my moves.
Feeling the head of his cock pressing against my tight hole, I tense up until he wraps a hand around my front to play with my pussy. The pressure of his sure strokes eases me into his intrusion. The stinging ache of his large member stretching me beyond what I’m meant to be is more thrilling than I’d anticipated.
I crave the burn.
I yearn for the throbbing pain.
I want his domination.
He enters me gently until I feel his hips flush with my ass. His hands on my waist flex and contract, showing the tentative leash he has on his control. Only I don’t want him restrained. I want the tether of his discipline to snap and bend. I want the beast within.
“Luther,” I call, out of breath, “take me. Let go.”
A feral growl rumbles through his entire body as I feel his constraint break, and he gives me everything he’s been reining in.
The shift in his strength and hold is electrifying. I feel it to my soul as he pounds in and out of my body. The bed frame slams back and forth into the wall, creating the perfect crescendo to his complete and utter dominance of my body.
His grip on my waist loosens but only so he can smooth his hands up my back to hold my shoulders, driving my frame back into his masterful thrust. Tied up, unable to move or see, the sound of his breathing is as harsh as it would be in my ear. My senses are open and begging for more.
Even though my limbs are tiring from their prone state, I anticipate each powerful propulsion of his hips. The burn has turned into beautiful desire, and I long for more.
More of him, more of us.
The release of the bindings on my wrists and ankles is startling until Luther lays flat over my back, rubbing his free hands up and down my thighs. Slowing his movement, I feel the moment he’s about to plunge over the edge, and light bursts behind my eyes unexpectedly as bliss sweeps me away.
The pulse of his shaft and the warmth of his cum in my forbidden hole only magnify the experience. “Fuck, Ariel.” His words are low, almost as deadly as a few hours ago when he was torturing a man. “Love this beautiful, little ass.” He relaxes into me as he turns our bodies onto our sides.
His cock is still embedded inside me, twitching and pulsing. I hope I never have to leave this moment.