Chapter 12

With tingles rushingover my skin, I opened the app on my phone for the collar and tapped number one. He gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring like a bull, but his cock stood tall and proud. I moved to the second setting. It would be a long road to fifteen. He struggled, muscles standing out in all their glory as he tried to break free of the ropes, but I'd done a good job. He was trapped.

When I got to number five, he was shouting and his cock was quivering. As I slid the bar in the app to number six, his cock erupted with thick strands of cum, coating his heaving sweaty abs. I licked my lips.

"Fuck, that's beautiful," I said with a sigh, then stopped shocking him.

Reed strained against the rope, which of course made his neck muscles stand out and his face turn a delightful pink. I tapped a finger to his sexy mouth, and he snapped his teeth at me like a rabid animal. His musk hung heavy in the air.

I loved it.

"Were you scared?" I could barely hold in my smirk when he scowled as if I'd pissed on his mother. He was so predictable. Poke at his strength and I would inevitably get a reaction.

"I'm never scared." To his credit, his voice didn't waver.

"You were when I found you," I whispered, but I knew he heard me because he went still—not the quiet of a tiger getting ready to pounce, but a mouse caught in a bright light.

"I was ready to die." His green eyes accused me of being an asshole. Well, he wasn't wrong.

"Liar." I walked around the chair and caressed his neck and along the top of the left wing of his back tattoo. He jerked away from me and glared over his shoulder, following my every move as well as he could. "Maybe you will be again." I winked.

He stared daggers at me as I circled around to stand in front of him. "What's that supposed to mean? I know you like taking my cock." He tried—and failed—to cant his hips in my direction. The only reason I knew what he wanted to do was because my gaze was drawn to the straining muscles of his legs and back to that delightful mess. Fuck, this beast was delicious.

Snorting, I waggled my eyebrows. "Look at me. Do you really think I need you? In fact, you've seen me pick up the phone and get a man here tout de suite." I blew him a kiss, and he was right back to tugging at his ropes as if I was stupid enough to leave him an avenue of escape. "Please, take this time to remember your days spent at Vinegar Hill."

With a salute, I left him to his pointless struggling and went to bullshit with Caden and his crew for a couple of minutes, then took a shower and drifted into a blissful sleep in a guest room in order to give mine the chance to air out from the noxious cleaning chemicals.

Babies didn't sleep the way I did that night. It was like I'd been drugged with joy. The moment my eyes snapped open to greet the morning sun, I couldn't stop smiling as I imagined Reed seething in my playroom.

It was a tad cruel, but aside from checking on Reed via the camera in the room, I didn't go near him. Instead, I fixed his cage. As the hours passed, he went from furious, to desolate, back to rage again, and finally around the twenty-four-hour mark, he was nodding off before bolting upright in his seat.

Upon my entry into the room, he glared at me instead of sweet talking, making promises, or doing anything fun. The scent of old piss and cum was much less pleasant than it had been when this game started.

So, I took my phone out of the pocket of my suit pants and shook it at him. "Nothing to say?"

He spit in my direction; although, I was certain he should've likely held on to that since I hadn't given him any water.

"Oh, you want to play! Okay." Smiling, I began humming Flight of the Bumblebee as I twiddled my finger over the phone screen. When my finger connected, I shocked him until his eyes rolled back in his head—taking it all the way up to fifteen and leaving it there for a good thirty seconds—then untied him.

"Are you in there?" I asked softly.

Reed grunted. His limbs were loose as I urged him to his feet. He hissed as he took a step but quickly righted himself and followed me. I put him in my shower and scrubbed him like he was a carpet someone had puked on because there was a lot of human foulness to remove. After he was clean and dressed in a pair of sweatpants, I took him downstairs to the kitchen and fed him. I waited another twenty minutes for him to use the bathroom—See? I'm not totally cruel.— and then as he was shuffling out of the bathroom toward the bed, I shocked him again.

"Son of a bitch, why!" he shouted as he went down on his good knee. His limbs thrashed and he dropped to his side, but I kept going at a high enough voltage that he lay flat on the floor. I should probably investigate how much of this would fry his heart or his brain, but I didn't really think there was much to ruin on either count, so I only shrugged. After a few minutes, I dragged him back toward the playroom.

"Are you going to embarrass me again?" I asked sweetly and strained to haul his large body around.

He glared, which was not the response I wanted.

Still, despite the fact that he hadn't broken yet, I was kind enough to switch the chairs out before I tied him down again.

We played this delightful game for five days.

Five long, hellish days.

I ignored a few phone calls from Sloan, knowing I shouldn't, but I needed to see this through. Poorly trained pets were a danger to themselves and their owner. Even by my standards it was intense, but I needed him to break. If I wanted to take him out and do anything with him, I had to ensure he wouldn't run, wouldn't talk about anything he'd seen. He couldn't breathe a word about the Killough Company or any secrets he knew. I had to bend his will entirely to my command.

On the morning of the sixth day, I walked into the playroom and was delighted that there was no puddle under the chair. I'd showered him late last night, and I was getting bored with this game. I walked in and crossed my arms, staring at him. I let the silence stretch out until the hair on my arms stood on end.

He snarled. "Why aren't you doing that coy shit you usually do? Why aren't you talking to me?" he shouted. The words echoed in the large room.

"If you won't obey me—" I shrugged. "—there's no point in getting personal. You don't name animals you plan to butcher."

The rage on his face bled away to something stark and a bit contemplative.

Internally, I celebrated, but we would see if he was at least a bit tame now. I untied him and let him use the toilet. After that, I took him downstairs for breakfast. While he was eating eggs and toast, I paced nearby.

"You're going to walk upstairs and sit on your chair again when you're done," I said simply.

He turned to stare at me but said nothing. When he was finished, he pushed his plate back, got off his stool, and walked upstairs. My heart warmed and my chest felt like it was full of helium as I followed him to the playroom. Fucking yes! He sat right down in the seat. I had no idea what was going through his head, but by the look in his eyes, he'd finally figured out the rules of this little game. Maybe he'd realized I was fucking serious about one thing—even if I didn't necessarily want to kill him, I would do it. I wouldn't be trading my hide for his. I wouldn't throw myself on an assassin's blade because I took him out in public and he said things he shouldn't.

No, if it came down to me or him, I would choose me every time.

"Don't move," I said, then left him in the playroom.

Immediately, I took out my phone and brought up the camera feed. He didn't so much as twitch, and I stormed to my bedroom, grabbed a toy I'd been saving for a rainy day and some lube, then hurried back. He eyed up the blue sheath in my hand when I stood in front of him again.

"For disobeying me in front of people, you should suffer for my enjoyment," I said, grinning.

"Haven't I been?" His voice was raspy from shouting. He arched an eyebrow, and relief smacked me. Thank fuck, I hadn't totally broken his spirits. That would've been boring and I would probably slit his throat within a week.

"No," I replied, since I didn't consider sitting nicely restrained in one place even the tip of the iceberg. "Get naked."

He obeyed quickly enough, but I shocked him on a low setting after his pants and underwear were on the floor because I knew what it always did to him. He growled and flopped down onto the chair, and less than a minute later his hard-on was jutting up. The look in his eyes was odd. Submissive, yet promising my death. I almost swooned as I walked closer.

Reed was fucking perfection.

"Spread your legs wider and slide to the edge of the chair," I said, going down on my knees. He did as I asked, and I found myself in a spot I'd missed, nestled against his body. He stared down at me, nostrils flaring. Whatever ease we'd built between us had been crushed under the weight of his training, and part of my heart panged. I'd liked the teasing. I hoped I hadn't killed his desire to play with me, but even if I did, it'd been necessary to keep us both alive. I lubed his cock, and he panted, tossing his head back. I smirked because I knew he was sinking into the pleasure.

That was fine. It would make what was to come more interesting.

"What's that?" he asked as I slid the cock-shaped sheath over his erection. I had to work the toy down carefully, then hooked the band around his balls, making sure the node that would be so fun to play with was nestled tightly against the back of his sack, snug to the outer wall of his taint—above his prostate.

"You're just not that impressive." I stood and winked.

Red stained his cheeks and his top lip curled. "Is that so?"

"This will give me three extra inches to play with and some vibrations against my P-spot."

He grinned and leaned back smugly into his chair as I stripped. He lit up like he was inhabiting a long-forgotten role—the warrior returning triumphantly. "You said this was gonna hurt. You're just a kinky shit who wants a living sex toy."

Smirking, I stepped closer and handed him the lube. "Indulge me. Let me see you stroke it," I murmured, laying on my needy twink voice thick. Okay, so I was beyond thirsty into parched territory. Five days of hell for him had been torture for me—especially since I hadn't felt the urge to have anyone else visit me, despite what I'd said.

"Do you like those alien stories or something? This bright blue is unnatural." He teased his thumb around the brilliant blue head of the toy and bit his bottom lip as if he could actually feel it.

"I like my toys to look like toys so I know they're going to be fun," I said, and this time I grinned. I found the dildos that were too real to be slightly creepy. He wrapped his fist around the base, and I grabbed my phone out of my pants pocket and opened the app for the toy. I set it buzzing, and he laughed. The tip vibrated, and I knew it would send pleasant tingles all the way down to the base of his spine.

"Enough," I said, coming over to straddle him. He stared into my eyes as I eased onto the toy. The girth and size stole my breath because I wasn't used to it—in fact, I loved the way Reed was normally, but the vibrations had my eyes rolling back.

"Shit, seeing you like this makes me think twice about cracking your skull," he rumbled into my ear.

"No, I want you to hate me," I said, then let out a happy sigh as the pleasure quickly began to eat away at reality. I rocked on him, and he groaned.

"Fuck, I didn't think this would feel good, but it does," he said, flexing his strong arms around my waist. He held on a little too tight but didn't try to crush my spine or a thousand other things I'd imagined he might do. No, he slid his hand up my back to my neck and attacked my mouth with his.

I let him, loving his soft lips and sucking on his tongue. My chest got tight and my cheeks heated. Fuck, he was a good kisser. When he stood with me, I wrapped my legs around him and hung on.

"Fuck yes," I growled against his mouth as he bounced me on his cock and the toy. The vibrations were on the brink of too intense, and I closed my eyes and let him fuck me any which way he wanted. After a while he went faster, and my sanity began to shred because the thick toy pressed the vibrations directly against my prostate. Before I lost it completely, I remembered my phone, which I'd had clutched in my hand all this time. I forced myself to pay attention long enough to open the app for the toy and hit the red button at the bottom. I set the node to pulse.

He yelled and his arms tightened around me, and then he slammed me to the floor—which thankfully was a padded mat—and fucked me like all the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. I could tell every time the node fired and zapped his balls and prostate with juice. It was external stimulation, but he probably felt it as if someone was fisting him and grinding their knuckles on his prostate. He drilled me so hard and deep it verged on hurting, but between the vibrations—and the ecstasy of facing my mortality while he clenched his arms around me—I erupted with a whiny gasp. I pumped cum between us, and the hot sticky liquid pooled on my belly.

He was still going, so I thumbed the intensity on the toy to High. I hissed because the vibrations in my abused ass were bordering on bad, but then he sank his teeth into my neck. The pain was miraculous. I knew he was being shocked, and then he whimpered and his hips jutted erratically. I was certain he'd emptied his balls into the toy. He growled and tried to back away, probably because the shocks were too much now that he'd come, but I locked my legs around him and held on for dear life, even though I was torturing us both.

He unclamped his teeth and whined as his hips stuttered, and I thought maybe he was coming again—involuntarily. I was on the edge of some horribly overwhelming second orgasm, and the more he struggled, the more my P-spot was pummeled. I didn't know how long we stayed locked in our awful, wonderful battle, but eventually I crested. Sharp, terrible heat washed through my stomach and into my body as my limbs gave out. I flopped to the floor, and he rolled to the left and yelled as he ripped the still firing toy from around his balls and tugged the sheath off. He threw it, then collapsed on his back next to me, chest rising and falling like he'd run a marathon.

Twice.

The buzzing in the distance reminded me of flies dancing around a carcass.

"Are you afraid of me yet?" I began to snicker deliriously.

He joined me and his laugh was ragged.