Julian
I t's been weeks since I've been in the presence of my little Mu?eca, well, more like four weeks, five days, 32 minutes and 24, 25 seconds. It's not like I'm counting. She had left her phone the night she left the hotel room like her ass was on fire. Not that I blame her, I didn't give her much of a choice to play the little game I've been dying to play since we met.
My favorite hunt.
My favorite game.
Everything is planned out and ready, it took me about a week to get everything ready for her arrival to one of my many warehouses. I've been watching her every move for the past two weeks, biding my time and allowing her a sense of control before I snatch it away from her.
Ry called me the moment he heard from her; he didn't ask any questions when I had found her the first time. I didn't tell him she shot me, and although it was an accident it still hurt like a bitch. She felt the pain of just the thought of losing me. Now, I just have to get her to admit it.
Ry has been updating me on her travels for the past four weeks. She's been on some sort of killing spree. Eight bodies total, only two found by the police because I was too busy preparing for her punishment. As soon as Ry told me what she was up to I made sure the cleaners picked up the other 6 bodies. Since apparently, I'm in the job of cleaning up messes. Soon she won't be alone seeking out her justice, and she'll have the protection of not only my name but my family.
It's just a matter of time.
"Hide and Seek" by Mindy Jones plays softly as I watch her run back to her shitty motel room from her run. She's wearing a pair of navy-blue leggings and a sports bra that matches. Her ass looks like a work of fucking art, and I can't wait to see it bruised, and marked from my palms, my whip and my knife. She won't see me coming. If she thinks she can out run me then I'm about to prove her wrong.
It's time for her to admit everything she's hiding.
Turning off the ignition of some crappy ass car, I momentarily think of how much I miss Betty, but I couldn't risk Sierra finding me before I was ready. I watch as her door opens and I quickly move to the car next to hers crouching down as best I can so I don't get caught. My 6'3 stature is not made for this, but I don't let it intervene while I'm trapping my prey. She makes her way to her car, stopping to go through her bag in search of her keys. Perfect .
Straightening out my back, I quickly move behind her, pressing her round ass against the growing bulge in my pants while I wrap one hand around her throat as the other holds onto the syringe. Her soft gasp goes straight to my cock as I rub myself against her, tightening my grip on her throat.
"Found you," I whisper, peppering kisses below her neck. She tilts her head to the side, giving me better access to her slender neck as I slowly bring the needle of the syringe up to her neck. Her purse falls to the ground as her eyes widen until all she can do is try to fight the sleep threatening to take her. Her body goes limp, her eyes close, and her breathing evens out. I gently remove the syringe and toss it as I hold onto her unconscious body. She looks absolutely beautiful when she's asleep and at peace. No longer weighed down by the thoughts in her mind and the emotions she hides.
I quickly lift her into my arms and maneuver my hold so that I can open the back door of her car and gently lay her across the seat. Pushing back the soft strands of her hair, I place a gentle kiss on her forehead and reluctantly force myself to get to the driver's seat after getting her things from the ground.
Turning the car on I change the station until "Inside her head" by Bryce Savage softly plays in the background. I let the rumbles of the car mix with the soft tones of the music as I drive us closer to the new warehouse I acquired, that was only five minutes down the road of this shitty little town. The entire drive there my eyes went back to the rearview mirror so I could watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps peacefully. Being close to her again feels right, like my darkened soul is complete, like my black heart has slowly been doused with the red from the blood that pumps through my veins.
Pulling into the driveway of the warehouse, I park directly outside the doors. I quickly turn the car off and pull her limp body from the car and slowly carry her through the empty building over to the large playroom I created for us.
The playroom has a Cali King sized bed, the frame is just a simple wooden headboard, however I had hooks added to the wall and ceiling for what I have in store for her. Once she's comfortably on the bed, I carefully pull her leggings off, along with her sports bra so she's completely bare for me. The thought of fucking her like this invades every inch of my mind but I don't feed into the temptation of her naked body.
She must be taught a lesson first.
Taking out the cotton rope from the nightstand by the bed I unknot the bundle and carefully wrap it around her wrist twice, leaving room for my fingers to slip between the black rope and her wrist. I cross the rope over and tuck it beneath itself, and then carefully tuck it underneath all the excess rope. Making a loop with one end, I pull the rope through and create another loop to repeat the process. Once the knot is all set around her wrist, I drop the extra pieces of rope as I adjust just her the way I need her. I carefully place the rope across her chest and then again beneath her breasts. Each knot is carefully tied, leaving space between her skin and the rope. Shibari is something I learned a few years back, it started out just to give me a sense of power, but at this moment it feels more intimate. With each pull of the lines around her body, my hands caress her warm flesh. I almost wish she were awake, so I can talk her through everything I want to do to her, but I wouldn't want her to move around as I mark her.
I continue wrapping the rope around her slim waist and her legs, tying her in a way that will give me plenty of access to her thigh. I use all the remaining rope and suspend her from the hooks on the walls, not too high up but enough to keep her still as I grab the tattoo equipment. Her arms are tied behind her back, along her spine are the square friction knots making sure she can't move her upper body. The rope leads down to her bottom where it sits above and below that bubble ass and her legs are pushed apart with her ankles suspended from the hooks on the ceiling. She looks fucking delicious like this, tied up and ready for me to play with her.
Focusing on my task, I dip the tip of the tattoo gun into the ink as I start up the machine and rest my hand on her leg. The intricate lines of my design quickly vibrate with each motion adding to the color. After every few minutes, I wipe the tattoo with a wet cloth as I continue the lines. I repeat the motion, line, shade, and wipe until I completely finish the design.
Admiring my work, I carefully clean out the tattoo and slowly place the wrap so it's unseen until I'm ready to show her. Pulling onto the rope, her body rises from the bed enough so I can play with her body the moment she wakes up. The rope practically becomes an extension of me, the way the rope hugs her arms so comfortably, and yet I know that the moment she wakes up they will bite at her skin in some cruel form of punishment adding to the marks that will remain on her body even if it's for a moment.
Moving away from the bed, I sit down on the lounge chair that I set up as I wait for my sleeping beauty to wake up from her slumber.