Chapter 9

Motherfucking bitch.

When I got out of here, I was going to kill him, bury him so deep in the earth that no one would ever find him, but only after I fucked him within an inch of his life. My cock twitched, and I glanced down at it, watching its attempt to get hard. It still confounded me how I'd gotten an erection earlier today. It'd been too long since that had last happened. Not since... well, Marcie.

I groaned and glanced up toward the white ceiling, praying for strength to get through this. If I could handle the torture that the Shaughnessys and Kavanagh threw at me, I could deal with this, too. It was clear that Oisín was making a point.

He'd seen my fear of Cillian.

Fuck if I knew why I'd reacted like that. It was instinct, a dread so violent that it had left my lungs with a lack of air. I'd panicked, the familiar tendrils of pain licking at my traumatized mind like an injured dog soothing a wound. Everything I'd felt during that period of torture came back in a mess of memories that had left me needing to flee, and I'd hidden. If my father had been alive to see it, he would've called me a scared little bitch. Even my mom would be ashamed.

"An Irishman never hides, Reed. He shows up and keeps his head high in pride," my father had once told me. Ironic, considering that pride was his downfall. Pride to him meant showing his wife who was in charge, it was thinking he was manly enough to have the right to get a mistress, to use drugs until he'd overdosed. Now, he was nothing more than a carcass, a forgotten man in a mob that never cared about him in the first place. Mentioning my last name meant jack shit to any of the Killough men.

But Oisín.... He wasn't a mystery, but he was intriguing. A sociopath trapped in the handsome meat sack he called a body. He craved omission from society to do what he wanted, and he found men like me to do it to. I saw it now, the fury that burned in his eyes at the knowledge I feared Cillian. The things Oisín could do to me made my cock chub. The difference between Cillian and Oisín was attraction. Shaughnessy was an ugly bastard, and Oisín had a vicious energy he didn't. Oisín wasn't big, and he used a power that stemmed from inside of him, while Shaughnessy had brute force. He didn't torture for pure pleasure like Oisín.

I wasn't going to tell Oisín any of that. Fuck him. No, I was going to make his life hell, if only to keep my cock hard.

I tugged at the chains holding my arms against my chest and they dug into my skin. The sharp bite of pain made my cock jerk, blood rushing south and hardening my junk until I was twitching with need.

I threw a glare at the door, but whether he was on the other side or gone somewhere, I didn't know and it didn't matter. His pleasure came from the knowledge that he had me in his trap. He craved my submission, and I wasn't going to give it to him. If he wanted me to fear him the way I did Cillian, then he needed to do a lot more than something like this that got my cock hard. Hell, I'd beg for chains if it meant I got a hard-on.

I grunted and stared up at the ice. Inside were the keys that could release me, and I had a choice. I could either wait until the block thawed to retrieve the keys or somehow break it, but that meant I had to reach it first. I hated to say it, but I'd been in worse positions. This wasn't something I couldn't handle.

I glanced around, taking note of the few pieces of furniture. The cross on one side of the room was too big and heavy to move, but some kind of kinky bench on the other was perfect. There was no doubt that it was still heavy, but I could make it work a lot easier. Hustling over to the bench, I bent as low as I could and grabbed one of the padded steps, testing the weight, and like I expected, it was bulky but moveable.

"What is this for?" I murmured, taking in the weirdly shaped furniture. It had four padded steps on each side, with one end's steps higher than the other two. The middle section had a headrest like something on a massage bed.

The steps meant it would make the strange bench easier to get up onto, but curiosity tingled in my belly because the animal part of my brain knew this was meant for so much more—but what?

Later.

I raised my foot to one of the steps and lifted my weight onto it, testing its strength, and was relieved when it didn't bow, making it the perfect thing to use. Dropping off it again, I eyed it carefully, calculating the best way to do this with my knee that sometimes liked to lock or buckle. With a grunt, I moved around to the front of the bench. It wasn't easy with my arms firmly pressed to my chest, but I managed to bend at an angle so I could curl my fingers around the edge of a step before I began to drag the bench slowly. I was tired after everything that had happened today, and the physical effort began to wear on me. Despite it being the best piece of furniture to use, it was still heavy, and while I didn't have a clock, it had to have taken me at least an hour to get it under the ice.

By the time I got into position, the ice had dropped some, making it lower for me to reach. Carefully and with as much precision as I could—considering chains were wrapped around my neck and upper body—I stepped onto the bench, wobbling as I tried to gain my balance without being able to spread my arms.

I took a deep breath, sweat dripping down my face from the exertion. I glanced up at the ice and grinned when I realized it was now at the perfect height. I didn't need to stretch too much to grab it with my chained hands; although, it did take me a couple of tries to actually get it.

My cock had softened again, but that wasn't my priority. Once I was out of this crap, I'd find Oisín and fuck him. Right now, I had a point to prove, and I wasn't going to let Oisín win. Not this time.

I tugged at the ice, and at first, nothing happened. The rope seemed to be attached too firmly, despite the hour the ice had melted. Glaring, I used more force, but it still didn't budge.

"Fucking bastard." I exhaled loudly, the air making my nostrils flare.

I glanced down at my knee and estimated the risk of my next steps. If I did what I wanted to do, there was a high chance I was going to reinjure myself. My knee ached from overusing it already, and the doctor had been adamant about resting it when I wasn't doing my physical therapy exercises. My fingers and other injuries had healed well. They still hurt on occasion, but not as bad as my knee. My teeth were fixed, too, and I didn't want to damage them, either.

Yet, Oisín had offered me a challenge, and I wasn't going to let the smug fucker win.

Fuck it. I was taking the risk.

Tugging the ice again, I rocked backward and the rope swung with me. I used my full weight, and it was enough for the rope to finally pull out of the melting ice, except like I'd expected, I toppled backward off the bench. I landed on my back on the soft padded floor and heaved a sigh of relief that I'd managed to hold my knee up out of the way of any possible damage.

With the ice free of the rope, I had to negotiate getting back to my feet, which wasn't easy. The ice was cold on my nubbins and made my other fingers burn. I shuffled over to the edge of the mat and dropped the ice onto the hard floor. I picked it up and repeated the process several times. Eventually, the ice cracked. I pulled out the chunks until I got what I wanted—the keys. It took ten minutes of moving my hand at an awkward angle to get the key into the lock. My missing fingers didn't help, but I finally inserted the key and twisted.

All at once, the pressure of the chains released, and I tugged at them until they were completely free of my body. Next, I unlocked the cuffs. I rolled my shoulders, the tension in my corded muscles dissipating. I grinned, pleased with myself, before the realization of what was about to happen hit me.

Fire stoked in my stomach, and heat spread throughout me. Blood rushed south, and my cock jerked at the sensations of the chains that stayed, despite them no longer being on my torso.

I was going to fuck Oisín until he screamed.

I stripped my clothes off, then stalked to the door and threw it open so hard that it rebounded off the wall behind it. The sound echoed, and I knew he would hear it. My heart pounded and my knee ached, but the pain only added to the lust that simmered in my gut.

"Where are you?" I called, my voice low and scratchy. "I'm going to find you and mount you like the fucking animal you think I am and fuck you until you're full of my cum."

There was delighted laughter somewhere deeper in the house, and I followed the sound. I tapped the walls with my fingers as I walked, teasing my approach.

"I'm going to tear you apart," I growled out loudly. "I'm going to fuck you raw until your stomach's full of my cum, and they have to pump it out at the hospital."

More laughter, but this time it was deeper... and closer. "Promises, Beastie. That's all your words are."

I followed the hallway and the silence echoed. I couldn't even hear his breathing, but I knew I was getting close. My heart thumped loudly in my ears, the only thing I could hear in the otherwise quiet house. I tapped the walls again. "Where are you? I'll find you, and then I'm going to fuck you until all you feel for the next week is my cock in your ass."

He didn't answer.

I frowned and let out a frustrated breath, and as I came to a door on my right, I stopped to peer inside. It was a bathroom, an empty one at that. Gritting my teeth, I closed the door again. "Maybe I'll kill you for all this. Use my hands on your neck. If you think I'll ever be afraid of you, then you're delusional. You're piss weak. I'm more scared of my ninety-year-old grandmother than you."

I stopped at another door, this time on my left, and opened it. Inside was a bedroom, void of any personalization, which told me it was probably for guests. The bed was massive, though, bigger than a king size, and it looked like it could sleep at least four people. I stepped inside, careful, and glanced behind the door, but Oisín wasn't there.

I frowned and shifted farther inside. There was a tall window to one side and it faced the road and a large tree with a branch that reached out toward the sill. It would be easy to slip out and scale down the tree. I made a mental note to escape through there when it was time.

I headed out the door again and into the hallway, footsteps quiet and slow as I crept along. "Come on, Master," I purred, a sinister feeling clawing at my throat.

Need swelled in my chest, and I felt as animalistic as Oisín claimed I was. All the thoughts of what I was going to do with him filled my head. I couldn't decide which idea I liked more—putting him on all fours and mounting him, or holding him down on the bed and fucking my cock into his mouth until I came all over his face, claiming messy ownership. That last choice was funny because I belonged to him.

Finally, halfway down the hallway, irritation won. I slammed my fist against the wall. "Come out!"

The attack came from my back, where he slammed into it by jumping on top of me. I stumbled forward, my knee nearly giving out, and then a belt came around my neck above the collar, effectively trapping me, as though I was no better than an animal in chains. I threw my head back, and he dodged my assault.

"You don't have a chance, Beastie," he snarled gleefully into my ear. "Now giddyap. Be a good horsey."

I shoved myself backward, slamming him against a wall. Instead of the pained yell I'd expected, he laughed harder and curled his legs around my waist. I tried to smash him against the wall again, but he yanked on the belt and tightened it, causing me to choke and wobble. Finally, my knee did give out under me, and I crashed forward, dislodging the belt.

A pained yell slipped from my mouth, and Oisín's laugh turned triumphant.

"What happened to tearing me apart?" He tsked. "So disappointed. Don't tell me I have to get a new beast to play with."

Anger surged as powerfully as my cock throbbed. Adrenaline pumped, igniting my veins with fire, and I used every bit of my strength to turn us, so he was flat on his back on the floor with my body crushing him. He grunted and pushed on the belt, and the leather bit deeper into my neck.

My cock surged, fully hard and ready for action. It slapped against my abs as I rocked from side to side, hoping to dislodge his hold on me, but it didn't work. He slipped one leg from around me and his foot got me in the balls, and I knew without a doubt it was on purpose.

Agony exploded in my sack, and I yelled out, dropping my forehead down to get him in the nose. A satisfying crunch filled the hallway with our panting and the crazy motherfucker moaned.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Something wet splattered across my neck and chest, and when I glanced down, he was spurting blood from his nostrils. The hit was enough that he released his hold on the belt, and I was able to roll away from him.

I fell onto my back, chest heaving and cock pulsating with desire. I glanced at him, and he was already looking at me, blood drenching the skin under his nose and around his lips.

He grinned. "I give you a ten out of ten for the foreplay."

"You're fucking nuts," I grunted out.

He chuckled and laid a hand on his chest. "That's the best compliment anyone's ever given me. Stop flirting."

He wiped a hand over his nose and rolled to his side. He reached out to swipe the blood over my cheek, and I winced but didn't move as he shuffled closer. Touching a hand to my abs, he leaned in and trailed his tongue up the side of my face, licking at the blood he'd just put there.

"I'm so hard right now, Beastie."

He eyed me seductively and held up his phone, and it took me a moment to remember the shock collar on my neck. I'd already forgotten it was there, and then a buzz of electricity swept through me. I convulsed and pleasure entwined with the pain.

"Fuck," I groaned out, my cock jerking and slapping against my abs.

"That's the idea." His mouth curled into a smirk. "Now, you promised some mounting. How about that, hmm?"