Chapter 20

Twenty

CALUM

Watching her flopping around against her bindings while intoxicated on the drugs is the hottest thing I’ve seen on screen since she used her christened dildo. I moved her to the bed to get a better show. Her lilac dress is bunched around her waist now, red ponytail an utter wreck with strands popping out everywhere. Freckled cheeks are flaming pink, as are her lips…and what I can see of her chest. She doesn’t even realize she’s awake yet. Maybe it’s time to play with my puppet.

Pressing the lowest setting on my phone, her hips jerk as she snaps her head up.

“Ah, yes. Wakey, wakey.” By the time I get to the second level, she’s moaning. Blood rushes to my cock as the pulsations of her pleasure pierce my ears through my headphones. When I press level three, I close my eyes and listen to the symphony she makes until I need to free myself from the restrictions of my jeans.

After I do, I press level four while stroking my cock. This time, she’s gyrating off the bed, panting. My rhythm intensifies with every movement she makes. Without even reaching the top level, my doll comes loudly with a scream. “Cal!” I explode in my hand, then take some cum and wipe it on her face, the glass of the monitor the only separation between us.

Flipping through the settings, I hit level one again, and she settles, but continues to pull against her restraints. I save screenshots of her to a protected folder, texting Delta the location.

D197

I’m on it, sir.

It’s time for lunch and my puppet needs her nourishment, especially if she wants to live. Filling a bottle with a protein shake, I head to the basement bedroom I had made for her. It’s not a throne room but will be once I get her to admit the truth. Her confession will foretell my coronation.

Entering the room, her wild green eyes snap to mine from the bed she’s tied to, flames of red hair a spectacle spread across the pillow. She’s bound with a complex set of wires, able to move about somewhat, but not able to escape. Even a spy like her should be controlled with the drugs I’ve given her.

“Cal! Did you put a dildo in me?” The buzz of the vibrator pauses when I click it off, then I flash the phone’s screen at her.

“Yep. And I came on that one, too.” Setting her bottle on the bedside table, I shove my hands in my pockets and try to hold back my smile. It’s impossible and it breaks free. I’m pretty proud of myself for this setup.

“I have to pee!”

“Then go. Use your diaper.” My hand waves to her lower half to show her.

Shifting her hips around on the bed to feel the fabric, she squirms while whining, “You put a diaper on me? Cal! I can’t use that!”

“Sure, you can. Show me how regressed you are for me, puppet. How needy. You can’t do anything without me. I even brought you a bottle. See?” Placing one knee near her chest, I lean over and hold up the bottle for her. Her arms dangle at her sides, suspended from the ceiling by the marionette lines.

“Y-you want me to drink from a bottle?”

“Shh. Puppets don’t talk unless instructed. Drink your lunch.”

“It’ll just make me have to go more.”

“Good. I’ll keep filling you with water until you use that diaper and show me how desperate you are.” Tilting her chin up toward me with one finger underneath, I place the nipple near her lips. She parts her mouth for the drink and sucks, keeping her bright eyes focused on mine. Watching her devour the liquid, her throat bobbing with every swallow, little bits coming out of the corners of her mouth… I’m raging hard again. Especially when the acrid smell of urine lets me know she’s wet herself. Reaching down with my free hand, I feel the fullness and warmth between her legs. Her diaper is heavy, soaking, and squishing between her thighs. Groaning with pleasure, I tell her, “That’s a good girl. Good girl for using your diaper. You can’t do anything for yourself, can you?”

Her head shakes as she continues to ingest the shake.

“You need me to take care of you, don’t you?”

She nods with a whimper, her bashful eyes relaxing with every swallow.

“Just a little helpless doll that needs feeding and changing…”

Leaning over, I place a kiss on the top of her head. Fuck, seeing her under my complete control, a true agent of mine. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Finally, I’m her puppet master. Knowing I’ve subdued my enemy to pissing herself, depending on me for her very life… I may have to jerk off on her face to stop the throbbing in my cock.

Once she’s finished eating, I place the bottle next to her on the bed.

“Now, before I clean you up, I need to take some pictures for your handlers. They also need to see what sort of state you’re in. How helpless you are.”

“Dot? Donovan’s people?” Her widened eyes dart to mine.

I laugh, then snap a few pictures with my phone of her splayed on the bed, filled diaper, and bottle by her side. “No, puppet. Your actual handlers. And you’ll still be here until you admit who they are.”

“Cal, please. You don’t need to do all of this. I want to be on your side. I told you who I work for. I don’t work for Strauss or Freidenberg.”

“No, you don’t.” Setting to work cleaning her up, I remove the dildo and she rolls her eyes like a child, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She tries to keep her knees locked tight, but I pry them open, then wipe her down, using a soft towel to dry her carefully.

“You don’t need to do all of this. I’m not going anywhere. They’ll kill me. And if you’re going to kill me, it would be a better death to live my last moments with you.”

Inside the nightstand drawer is a pacifier, which I snatch and shove into her mouth so I don’t have to listen to her lies. Lifting her by her ankles, I finish swaddling her with another cloth diaper in peace, fixating it with Velcro straps. As I wipe down her toy, I stand near her head as she observes all my actions with interest. “Do you want something else to soothe you?” Palming the erection bulging against my jeans, I raise my eyebrows at the question.

Her face reddens to crimson as she nods slowly, a little squeak coming from around the pacifier. Unzipping my pants and tugging the fly open, my cock bobs out and I sigh with relief. As I tug out the pacifier from between her lips, I slowly edge myself toward her, her pink tongue searching out my skin like she can’t wait to get it inside her mouth. The moment it touches me, my head falls back and my hips jut forward, pressing into her plush lips.

“Fuck…” I realize I’m playing with a grenade here. She could easily bite me, but if I understand my puppet, she’ll do exactly what I want. “You want to suck me off?”

As her mouth opens wider, she takes in the head of my cock, which drizzles on her tongue. Pressing in with small thrusts, I allow my hands to brush through her tangled locks, kneading her head as much as she’s massaging mine. Instead of using it as punishment for her lies, puppet seems to enjoy my dick in her mouth and swallows as I push myself farther down her throat.

“You’re enjoying this,” I say as she meets my eyes. My thumbs graze over her freckled cheekbones, then I pillage her mouth. Rapidly thrusting in and out, the spit flies out of the sides of her lips as she gags repeatedly. Her fingers make grasping motions in the air, seeking out something to hold on to. Puppet’s compliance, her utter desire to please me, makes me so hot, I almost come down her throat.

Fortunately, I pull back enough to cover her dildo lying on the bed, her chest, and some of her face with a loud grunt. One more spurt lands near her mouth, which she tries to lick, but I grip her face with my hand and stop her, then wipe it with my finger, smearing it on her chest instead.

“You don’t get the privilege of tasting me. Not when you continue to spout lies.”

Reaching into her diaper, I shove the warmed toy inside of her, feeling how wet she is from the job she just performed.

“So wet from pleasing me, huh?”

“Cal…I told you. It’s not a lie. I-I want you.”

With my jeans resituated, I pull out my phone and set the toy to full blast as she screams. “Let’s see how many orgasms you can have over the next few hours.” Gathering up the bottle and dirty diaper, I leave her alone as her moans of pleasure ring through the stale air.

Delta issome type of former military; he’s lasted a while. Really, all these spies are snatched up as kids, either from wayward homes or from the streets if they seem to have any usefulness in the profession. Then, they’re trained by superiors for the rest of their lives, which are usually short. As long as they have some type of West Side blood in them, I can count on their loyalty. Orphans are hard to tell where their loyalties lie, but if they don’t align with the right side, the threat of torture and death does well to keep them in line.

I never liked that approach. Inspiring intense loyalty has always been my gift. And a curse. There’s really no one, other than sometimes Livia, who I want to hang out with.

And, also, oddly, the assassin hunting me who is currently tied up in my basement.

My new Tuesday meeting spot is now in the back of an old cell phone store. Sergai is working the front and only nods his gray head of hair at me once before returning to his newspaper. I call it the “liespaper,” since it only contains the shit Strauss likes to peddle. Why people continue to read it is beyond me.

It’s well past the time for me to become the alarm clock they need. Which starts with Herodius. Eager to hand over the files to whomever their representative is, I push open the door to the office, but instead of a stoic Delta stands a reticent Alpha in her black leathers. My body is stuck holding the doorknob, thinking about the vials in my pocket.

“Delta got sick. I know the Herodius case better than him anyway… So, I’m meeting you today.” Before I can open my mouth, she adds, “His orders.”

“Sick? Sick how?”

Barely visible, her lips tighten. “Sick like the flu. I don’t know the specifics, Mr. Von Dovish.”

Interesting. Shutting the door behind me, I move closer and sit in the pleather green desk chair, hoisting my legs up to rest my ankles on the faux wood desk. If she tries to make a move, she knows the poison will be in her system quicker than her bullet will be in mine. “So speak.”

“I heard that you have Jane locked in your basement. Took pictures to give to Herodius.”

Tapping the tip of my tongue to each corner of my lips, I contemplate my answer carefully. “Yes. She’s their agent, right?”

“Yeah, I would say she has to be. The problem is…I don’t think they’ll take just pictures of the item they want. They’ll want her in person. Delivered.”

My hand reaches up to scratch the stubble that’s grown there over the last couple of days. “Alive or dead?” Swallowing, I’m hoping she doesn’t answer with the latter. Something in me doesn’t want to let my toy go. And I haven’t gotten to spend enough time in that Unnamed feeling. It’s been days since it made an appearance.

“Alive, probably. They likely want their agent back.”

A shadow crosses my eyes when my brow furrows. “So why not take her? She’s been free up until now.”

One of Alpha’s shoulders lifts as she leans back against the wall across from the desk. “I don’t know. Maybe she crossed them? Is she a double agent? Or maybe pretending to be? Has she tried to get on your side?”

Steadying my breath, I think about all the times in my youth Alpha tried to convince me of her feelings for me. Without even realizing, she did more for my fortitude against love than anyone, even my father. Even now, with her slightly eager eyes and pulse pounding a little too fast in her neck, she’s trying to get under me.

Would I know the truth if I saw it? Am I searching for something intangible, something made in fairytales?

No.

No, there is truth. I saw it in Veracity. If only for a few fleeting moments. It was there. I have to believe it’s there, or what the fuck am I even doing?

“Cal?”

Blinking rapidly to catch a tear that must have escaped, I focus on the spy in front of me. “Yeah, she is trying to play double agent. I’ll get the answers from her and bring her in, though.”

“Better bring her alive, but if she’s dead, maybe that won’t matter either. I don’t know. Just don’t let her get to you.”

I stand swiftly and walk over to Alpha, placing a bent arm on the wall by her head. Her breath catches in her chest as her breasts rise underneath her tight T-shirt. Leaning in, I say, “Who has ever gotten to me, huh?” Stepping toward the door, I pause before leaving. “Maybe make sure Delta is not sick next time you want to speak with me.”

Truth. Honesty. Facts. It’s what I will bargain to get out of my little puppet.

As the Tesla brings me back to the estate, I pull up the feed from her cameras. She’s moaning, writhing, whimpering with the toy held tightly between her legs. Stretching my hips up, I adjust myself as the soothing sounds from her little cries hit my ears. Just thinking about her using her diaper again, being so fucking desperate, in such a pitiful state… All I want to do is sink inside her cunt.

But she doesn’t deserve me.

Not until I get the truth.

Taking my time, as if it’s my own foreplay, I watch her on my phone like my new favorite TV show. Monet has prepared a lovely pesto pasta with fresh pine nuts for me, and I savor every morsel, sipping a cognac for a pre-dessert while I play with my pet’s settings.

When I step through her bedroom door, she’s panting, distressed, and out of breath. Her eyes are wild as she seeks me out with an almost inaudible “please, please, please” coming from her dried lips. Poor thing is parched again.

Setting her dinner bottle on the nightstand, I stand over her with my arms crossed. With a cracked cry, she comes again. “Please, please, please…” The feral look on her face has my dick leaking. She’s wanton. Based and an animal. Controllable. Just like I want her.

“Please what, puppet?”

“Please fuck me, Cal. Please.”

With a snorted little laugh through my nose, I tell her, “I never get tired of hearing that.” A smile takes over my face. “Say it again.”

“Please, Cal. Please fuck me. Please fuck me, please.”

I snag the phone in my pocket and lower the intensity of the vibrations. “You need something, pet?”

Biting her lip, she whimpers and nods, her head almost lolling against her shoulder. She scoots her legs up to her waist as much as she can. Feeling the cloth underneath her lilac dress, it’s dry, but when I stick one finger around inside, she groans with pleasure, and she’s completely soaked from her desires.

Gripping my crotch, I give it a shake and show her my hardness underneath my jeans. “This what you want?”

“Yes, please, please, please…”

“Tell me who you work for.”

Breathlessly, she squeaks out, “Cal, I told you I worked for Donovan. Please. Just let me rest or fuck me, please.”

My ire is at an all-time high. I can’t kill her. Turning away, I try to think up a plan. If I get her high enough, she’ll tell me the truth. LSD is a perfect truth serum, but I’ve made my own concoctions that don’t last as long. I could give her a micro dose, see if she folds then.

Two steps toward the door, she begs me not to leave her, which just makes my grin widen. She needs me. Frantic for me. She’ll do anything I say at this point. Ugh, if I think about it too much, I’ll come in my pants.

In the grow room, I pick up some papers and dab them with the liquid for her to taste. Slightly more than a micro-dose, but not so much that she’s gone for too long. She may have had training in hallucinogens and how to combat them. But she probably hasn’t had my own recipe before.

When I re-enter the room, her entire body relaxes like she can only have comfort in my presence.

“Open wide and stick out your tongue.” Without hesitation, she does it, as if expecting my cock to slide inside. Her lips close around my finger as I place the paper on her arid pallet, sucking just slightly while her green eyes hold mine. Fuck, I don’t think my cock can get any harder. “Time for another bottle. Lay back some.”

She does and adjusts her hips on the bed, pushing off her feet. “What was that? LSD?”

“Yep.”

“You don’t need to do all that, Cal. I’ll tell you everything.”

Before shoving the bottle in her mouth, I see if she will give me what I want. “Fine. I want you to answer one simple question.”

“What?” She swallows and wiggles her hips with anticipation.

“Who are you?”

A quick inhale causes her tits to bounce almost out of the top of her dress. “I-I-I don’t know how to answer that.”

If rage were a color, I only see red. “Who. The. Fuck. Are. You.”

“Cal, I don’t know! I can’t answer that!” she yells with some level of annoyance.

“Goddamnit!” Maybe I will kill her. Perhaps just take some parts off slowly, one at a time. If pleasure isn’t working, maybe I should go for pain.

“I don’t know who I am! How could I? I-I have very few memories from before I was trained…” It comes out almost like a sob.

Flicking off her toy, I pull out my knife and flip it open with a click. Spotting it, she squirms toward the head of the bed, but her face is resolved. Like she’s being honest. When I move to her fingers hanging off the suspended wires, she doesn’t even flinch as I hold the sharp blade to one.

“Who are you?”

“You don’t have to… You don’t, Cal. I’m with you. I’m on your side.” She’s good... Fat tears form, then fall over the lids onto her cheeks, but it doesn’t seem like a fear reaction. If anything, she seems hurt. That’s confusing.

Gripping the blade by the hilt, I jump onto the bed and kneel over her chest, holding the steel against the skin of her throat. My hands shake as my fury consumes me. The yell that bellows from my chest vibrates the bed, causing her arms to wave in a sadistic dance. “Give me something real!”

Sobbing now, her voice rings out just as loud with a panicked cry. “Come on! We have to move!”

Every cell in my body stops regenerating. No air enters my lungs. My heart ceases to beat. No, no, no, no, no…

I know her.

“It was you.”