16

Jack

November 8th, 2019

Her fingers dug into my shirt, and I could feel her grinding her hips against the bike as I sped through the city.

She was in heat, and I was planning on fucking her like she never would be again.

Her hand slid down my stomach and over my cock. She stroked it once, pushing up against me.

I snarled, grabbing her hand and placing it back on my chest. She didn’t want me fucking her on the street right now. I’d leave her bloody and used and in far more pain than she had been a few days ago.

Still, the rage simmered under my skin. I should have given that man far more than I did. I should have spent more time questioning him before slicing him apart from his throat to his balls. He had known my name. He had found Rae on purpose, but at the moment, I had far more on my mind right now than some grunt hunting my girl.

I hadn’t planned on being away from her that long. I wanted to fuck her after Malachi had left that day. Drug her up enough not to feel the pain in her back, erase what that fucking dick had done to her, but the panic she allowed to control her wasn’t good for her mind. Drugging her was the only option.

After a day and a half, Malachi concluded that she hadn’t been getting enough rest, which I could understand with her nightmares. That’s when I got the call.

I took care of her needs one last time before leaving and she had gotten up an hour later, which had pushed my anger over the edge.

Had she gotten up that morning, I would have fucked her until the second I had to board the plane, but here we were, three days later.

My cock had been aching for days, the need for her pussy nearly overpowering.

Ignoring me had been her first mistake.

My obligations on this last assignment had been met, now I could focus every ounce of attention on her, and I doubted very much that she would continue to appreciate that in a few hours.

I pulled up in front of her building and slid off.

She slid down the bike, rubbing herself along the seat, whimpering that the vibrations had stopped.

Fuck me.

I hooked a finger under her helmet and pulled her off as if she were a dog on a leash.

She came willingly.

I released her helmet and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the doors as she pulled her helmet off and tightened her hand around mine.

“Jack,” she whimpered.

Fuck me.

I hit the button on the elevator, and she curled herself around my arm, standing on her tiptoes, pulling my arm down, as if trying to get me to rub her soaking pussy.

My knees weakened. She shouldn’t be allowed to have this amount of control over me. It should be a sin. I should condemn her to Hell for weaseling her way this deeply into my mind, yet here I was, on the verge of giving her everything she wanted right here in the lobby. I had more self-control than this. Far more.

I slammed my hand against the button and the doors opened before us.

I jerked her inside, hit the button for her floor and shoved her back against the far wall, her helmet falling to the ground. Pulling my helmet off, I tossed it to the floor alongside hers before sliding my hand around her throat and slamming my lips against hers fervently.

Her lips parted, her tongue sliding hungrily against mine. She moaned, pushing herself into me, her nails digging into my scalp.

My head spun at her pure, savage need for me. I groaned, pushing her back into the wall, squeezing my hand around her throat until she was forced to pull away.

Rae panted, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she watched me, her eyes focused on my mouth. She wanted me so bad she couldn’t control herself.

“You ignored me,” I growled.

Her hands fell down my chest, pulling at my button-up shirt, my leather jacket around her. It made her look so fucking small. “I was embarrassed,” she revealed, her voice thick with lust.

I slid my other hand against the wall above her head and leaned in, watching her melt before me. “You shouldn’t have ignored me, Princess,” I said, her eyes lifting back to mine.

She nodded, panting, grinding her hips against mine. “I know,” she said, a smile flicking across her lips.

The bitch was testing me. Pushing me, even in this state, to see how far she could go. She had no idea who I was. She had no idea what I did, no idea where I came from. She knew nothing and yet here she was, flaunting her body at me, begging to be railed.

She fucked a guy in a mask and then agreed to his fucked-up idea of a vow, and that made me angry. It caused a rage to build under my skin because what if it had been someone else. What if it had been Azrael or that man from the party tonight? Would she have fucked anyone who did these things to her? Would she have let them claim her like I had claimed her?

“I could fucking kill you,” I threatened, tightening my grip around her throat.

Her cheeks were bright red, her eyes so black with lust, there was no amber left. “I know.”

My heart was racing, my adrenaline spiking, my cock throbbing. Anyone else would have killed her. If my brothers had not been busy, it would be them standing right here. Azrael would have already killed her. Everett would have fucked her over and over and over again. Greyson would have had deep, emotional conversations with her.

It made me so fucking angry knowing that I had been one assignment away from never meeting her.

The elevator doors dinged, and my eyes fell to her lips. “Get the helmets,” I ordered her before shoving away from the wall and heading for the doors.

One assignment away from never having laid eyes on her. From never tasting her. Never hearing her voice. One assignment away from never knowing how much I loved the smell of old coffee left out on the counter after hours of being untouched and take out containers.

I held the doors open as she stumbled around picking up the helmets.

“Go to your door,” I ordered.

I watched her with a predatory gaze, following after her as she headed down the hall to her apartment. Half stumbling, using the wall to support herself.

She balanced one helmet between her knees and the wall as she struggled for the key.

I leaned against the other wall, watching her. Watching her ass, watching the way she moved. She was wiggling her ass, teasing me. As if I could want her any more than I already did. I didn’t think it was possible.

It took longer than normal for her to finally open that door.

I followed after her, shutting it behind us, and throwing the lock over.

I waited until she set the helmets down before I rushed her.

She turned to face me and released a cry when she saw me already coming for her.

Rae spun around, trying to run, but I caught her wrist, jerking her against me. “You fucked up, Rae,” I told her on a low snarl as I kicked the door shut.

I released her only to wrap an arm around the back of her knees and lift her up, throwing her over my shoulder, the helmet clattering to the ground.

She screamed, digging her nails into my back as I carried her to the room.

I wasn’t sure if she had noticed the upgrades I had made to her place while she had slept before I left. If not, she was in for a shock.

I tossed her on the bed and grabbed the duffle from under her bed. “Get undressed,” I ordered, walking it over to her dresser.

The bed creaked. “What is that?” she asked.

I glanced back, watching as she took off her boots, her jeans. She was swaying a bit, but despite everything she took, that adrenaline she had felt after running had sobered her up just enough. Not that it would have mattered. She was my toy. I could use her whenever I wanted now. Asleep, awake, passed out from her own doing, or tied to a cactus, she was mine.

I turned back to the duffle and pulled out a couple shorter pieces of rope. Not as thick as the ones I used to hang certain targets, but not as thin as the ones I had used to strangle them either. No, these were just right. Perfect for wrapping up my little misbehaving bitch, only hurting her if she chose to fight back. Which, I was sure, she would.

“Jack?”

Fuck, I loved it when she said my name.

I turned to her, finding her falling into the bed, not a scrap of clothes in sight.

Her knees fell together as she wriggled deeper into the mattress, watching me carefully. “What are those?” she asked, biting her lip, hiding that little smirk of hers. She thought she had won.

I walked over to her, dropping one of the ropes, the longer of the two, at her feet on the way. “Wrists.”

She held them out without fight, her chest heaving, the muscles in her soft abdomen clenching, the excitement clear in her eyes.

I almost smiled at her. Almost smiled at the idea that she was excited to have me. I never put much thought into it. We never cared for what our little toys wanted or cared for. We kept them around for a night, a week perhaps, but we didn’t care for how they felt. We took what we needed and left.

At this moment, however, I felt…happy that she wanted this. I felt happy that she wanted me, that she was excited for whatever I had to give her.

I carefully wrapped the rope around one wrist and then the other, tightening it down until a whimper squeezed through her lips. I pulled them up above her head, hooking the loop I had left over a thick, iron hook I had bolted into the wall above her headboard.

Her eyes widened as her body stretched. “What the fuck,” she breathed out, her eyes finding mine. “When did you do that?”

I ignored the fear in her voice and walked over to her legs. This one was more intricate, the knots, the way I wrapped it around her.

I started at her left ankle, tying it tightly, pulling it back to her hip before wrapping a loop around her waist and pulling her other ankle back, wrapping that tightly to her hip to match the other.

Her feet were now pinned to her hips, spread to open her up to what I was going to do to her, and fuck, she was glistening.

She tried to push her legs together, but it only pained her, and when she tried to use her hips to push her back, easing the pull on her wrists, I grabbed her ankles and jerked her forward, pulling her body taut.

Rae cried out, hips bucking as much as they were able.

I returned to the bag I had brought up with us tonight. “You brought this on yourself.” I pulled out a square box and opened it up, taking in the new jewelry she would wear until the day she died.

I smiled and turned to her.

Her eyes were wide. “What is that?” she asked, continuing to test the restraints.

“Every pet needs a collar,” I replied, taking the thin silver collar out. It was laced in dark blue diamonds and had a little ‘J’ charm hanging from the center. It only unlocked with my key, which I had been wearing around my neck since I got the collar specially made four days ago. Another part of the law we made. The cut wasn’t enough, not when they decided to wear clothes that covered their chest, but the collar? That was permanent. That was for the world to see.

Azrael’s idea, but Hell, who was I to disagree. It was a good idea, not that I would ever admit that to him.

I tossed the box to the floor and slid it around her neck, snapping it into place.

She tried to look down and failed miserably. “How does it look?” she asked, lifting her chin to show it off.

I ran my finger over my initial, that primal part of me purring in satisfaction. “Beautiful, Princess.”

She finally relaxed into the bed, as if all she had needed was a little bit of praise.

I’d give her all the praise she needed. Every ounce of it.

But first…

I wrapped my hand around her throat and pinned her to the mattress, her hips bucking up, a whimper escaping her throat. “You did something stupid, Rae,” I told her, watching her strain against her restraints, panic filling her eyes once again. “You’ll pay for that.”

I released her and walked to the end of the bed, enjoying the sound of her gasping for air. I tore off my shirt and crawled onto the bed, pushing my knees into the back of her thighs before spreading her cunt open for me. She was dripping for it. For my cock. She needed it desperately and I had to oblige.

I slid a finger between her pussy lips, her back arching as a moan escaped her. I felt her pussy clamp down around my finger. Fuck, she was so goddamn wet. My girl liked being chased. She liked the hunt, the thrill of being scared is what got her off.

I couldn’t help but wonder who she thought about before she met me. Which horror icon had she masturbated to before I became her everything? Michael Meyers perhaps? Or Ghostface. She seemed like a Ghostface kind of girl.

I shoved another finger in at the thought of her picturing another masked man fucking her cunt.

“Fuck,” she moaned, trying to grind her hips against my hand.

I worked my fingers slowly, pressing my thumb against her clit, pushing against that piercing, watching as her body reacted to the slow build within her. The way she clenched around me, the way she shivered, the sounds she made. She wanted more and I wouldn’t give it to her, not yet. She could sit in her arousal, meditate in it, for as long as I wanted.

“God,” she whined, trying to catch my eyes. “Faster…please,” she begged.

I locked my eyes with hers for only a second before turning back to her cunt. I curled my fingers, grazing them across her clit before pulling them out and flicking it.

She cried out, her body jerking.

I stood, watching her body shake and writhe, her skin already covered in a sheen of sweat.

“Jack,” she pleaded.

I licked her off my fingers, my cock painful against my pants. “Sit in it,” I ordered before turning for her bathroom.

She groaned, the bed groaning with her as she tried to move her body in a way that might relieve the friction.

She was so fucking desperate, and I loved that. I wanted her so desperate she would be willing to do anything just for a little relief.

I walked into her bathroom and over to her vanity setup. Even for a suite, this was luxurious. Her bathroom was large enough to be another bedroom.

I opened up her ‘lip drawer’, searching over her expensive taste in makeup before settling on a lipstick that was a darker shade, one I thought looked good against her skin.

I walked back into the room, finding her sagged into her bed.

I needed to get her worked up again, to the very edge. That’s what I liked. I wanted her sobbing in absolute frustration because of where I had her.

I unbuckled my pants and kicked off my shoes before taking the cap off the lipstick.

“What is that?”

I ignored her as I crawled onto the bed and twisted it up, giving me enough to draw with.

Leaning over her stomach, I wrote a word across it, watching her muscles tense, goosebumps breaking out across her skin.

“Mine.”

I capped it and leaned back on my heels, sliding my fingers back into her without warning.

She groaned, arching back into the bed, trying to bounce her ass in order to get me deeper.

I watched in awe as I worked her slowly, her tits bouncing, her muscles clenching, her hair pooled around her in beautiful blonde waves.

Somebody wanted her dead. Somebody had put a hit on her head and when I didn’t fulfill it, they started sending people after her. And tomorrow, we would discuss, in depth, about why her mother might have hidden this world from her so thoroughly, but tonight? Tonight, I was going to give her the high she so desperately wanted.

Tonight, she would learn that she didn’t get to ignore me. She didn’t get to go out and do drugs without telling me. She had freedom in this world, but not from me.

Her pussy clenched around my fingers, her body stiffening, and I pulled them out.

Rae sagged into the bed, panting. She snarled, jerking at the ropes, her amber eyes finding mine. “You’re a fucking pussy, Jack.”

I grabbed her jaw painfully and leaned in, letting her see the rage in my eyes. “You don’t get to ignore me. For any reason, especially for something as petty as you pissing your own bed. You don’t get to do stupid things. You don’t get that kind of freedom anymore, Princess.”

She swallowed, glaring at me, but I could see beyond the hatred. I could see the need in her eyes, the apology she would never speak. She cared so much about how the world saw her, how she presented herself to them, she didn’t yet realize that I was going fuck her in every state. The moment I claimed her, that was it. I get everything now. All of it. Nothing would change that, certainly not how she looked.

“I get everything,” I told her out loud. “Everything.”

Tears slid down her cheeks as her eyes searched mine, the vulnerability showing. She swallowed again and nodded, her muscles relaxing ever so slightly. “Everything,” she repeated back to me as if forcing herself to resign to the idea.

I watched her for a few seconds longer before releasing her jaw and crawling off the bed. I grabbed another rope from the duffle, this one longer than the others.

Threading it around the rope that tied her legs to her hips, I tied one end to the bottom of one bedpost, and did the same to the other, forcing her body to stretch out and sink into the bed.

Rae whimpered again, pulling against the rope. “I can’t move,” she discovered. Her movements became more erratic as she fought against the restraints. “Jack,” she said in a panic. “Jack!”

I crawled back onto the bed and slid my hands down the inside of her thighs, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body tried to push into the touch. “Oh, fuck,” she whined.

I pulled my cock out, teasing her cunt, her body jerking every time my piercing clinked against hers. I had to be careful with that, make sure they didn’t get caught, but fuck, it felt so fucking good, the two little metal pieces hitting each other, my cock jerking in time with her body. We were in sync, her and I. Nothing would ever change that. Not in this world, not in the next.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I slowly slid into her, shuddering when her cunt sucked me in as if she couldn’t stand being apart from me a moment longer.

The further I shoved in, the more sounds escaped her lips, and fuck if I wasn’t addicted to those sounds alone. The way she whimpered, the way she whined. Everything about her was fucking gorgeous.

They wanted her dead? Over my dead body.

I shoved into her, hard and fast, earning a cry.

She tried to press her thighs together, tried to push into me, but was met with restraint, once again, a growl of frustration leaving her lips. “Jack,” she growled.

Her hands were turning blue, her toes the same color. She was fighting too much, but that was on her. She knew she couldn’t get away. She was at my mercy now.

I pulled out slowly and shoved back in, watching her react. Fuck, I loved that. I loved knowing that I did this to her. Made her look like this. I loved seeing her so needy.

I started a slow rhythm, but my own restraints were failing me, leading to me pounding into her so hard, the bed was hitting the wall, her cries of pleasure echoing around us, mixing with the sound of her arousal coating my thighs.

I grabbed onto her hips, digging my nails into her skin, slamming into her with all that I was. “That’s right, Princess,” I grunted, my eyes locked on her expression rather than where my cock was sliding in and out of her. “Let me consume you.”

Her facial expressions were everything. I had never fucked anyone that looked so beautiful in the throes of pleasure. It’s why I always watched myself slide in and out of them, but Rae?

Fucking Rae?

I would never be able to stop this. I would never get over how she looked with me inside of her. I would never forget the way she moaned my name as her pussy clenched around me, her body writhing, trembling, as she found her end with me inside of her.

I paused just long enough to grab a pillow and force it under her hips, pulling a scream from her lips as the ropes dug painfully into her.

I started fucking her again, this new angle forcing another orgasm from her body. I shoved two fingers in next, my eyes transfixed on her face as I curled them up against my cock, hitting her sensitive clit again and again.

Her entire body was shaking, vibrating as her cunt clamped around me again. I grabbed her hardened nipple with my other hand, leaving the ropes to pin her down as I squeezed and twisted.

Rae cried out, her body convulsing as another one ruptured through her, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Jack,” she begged, finding my eyes for only a moment before they rolled back in her head, her body arching as I pulled my fingers out and leaned over her.

I grabbed the headboard in one hand and shoved my cum covered fingers down her throat, the sounds of her gagging causing my cock to jerk inside of her. “Look at me,” I ordered.

Her red, glassy eyes found mine, her pupils blown.

“Suck,” I growled the order.

She hollowed out her cheeks, her tongue running over my fingers, a moan sliding from her throat.

“Fuck,” I grunted, feeling my balls tighten.

Her brows furrowed, her body tightening again.

She liked the sounds I made too? Fuck me.

I moaned, letting my own restraints ease to give her exactly what she wanted. “That’s it, Princess, you’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.”

She shivered, convulsing as another orgasm forced its way through her.

I kept going, my own whimpers falling from my lips. Fuck, she was my undoing. “Rae,” I whined, pulling my fingers out of her mouth only to wrap my hand around her throat.

Slamming into her with everything I was, the desperate moans of pleasure falling from me were unknown, unfamiliar. I hated what she did to me, what she made me sound like, but I couldn’t fucking stop. Not even if my life depended on it.

I panted, our eyes locked as my fingers dug into her skin, her mouth hanging open, her pussy clenching around my cock again.

“Fuck,” I moaned, my body tensing. “Fuck, Princess.”

She threw her head back, groaning, shaking as another orgasm ripped through her seconds before mine ripped through me.

I’ve had my fair share of orgasms in the past, but I had to admit, none of them compared to the one I just experienced. None of the girls I had ever fucked compared to her. Not in the slightest. She was everything.

I pushed into her a few more times, watching her exhausted face, taking in her shaking, sweat-coated body. Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful.

A few moments later, I eased myself out of her and carefully pulled the pillow out from under her hips.

Rae sagged into the bed, her eyes heavy, her lips swollen, her skin bright red in the places I had scratched her, choked her, touched her. She would have bruises in the morning. All mine. All proof that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Dizzy and lightheaded, I carefully undid the ropes, watching as she collapsed into the bed, attempting to curl into herself. “Thank you,” she mumbled, her voice husky, hoarse.

My brows furrowed at the look in her eyes. “For what?”

Her throat bobbed, her head falling into her arm. “For finally erasing what he did.”

I stilled, studying her. Studying the way she shook, the way her muscles flexed, trying to compensate for the position of her body. Did she go out tonight to get back at me and to erase the memories of what he had done because I hadn’t been here to do it for her?

It didn’t excuse her decisions, but I did understand it a little more. Fuck. “Come here, Princess,” I finally said, carefully reaching for the ropes around her wrists. “Let’s get you washed up.”