Chapter 12

12

Jordan

E li continues to feed me like I'm a helpless child, and it takes a great deal of more effort than it should to remember he has to feed me because he's got cuffs on my wrists and ankles holding me down on a table.

"Tell me the rest of your story," I say between bites of cupcake when he stays way too quiet, as if he's lost in his head, busy plotting my death.

"My story. Right," he mutters. But after a deep breath, he nears the bottom of the jar and starts right back up. "One night a cop chased me down an alley after I robbed some guy. I jumped over a few fences looking for a place to hide out. There was this house with the garage door open late at night. I thought bingo, some idiots forget to close it. I could hide out and fill my pockets by robbing the house."

Finished with the blueberry lemon jar, Eli gets up, still completely naked, and grabs another. I don't know the flavor until he puts the forkful in my mouth. "Mmm. Red Velvet."

"No shit?" He holds up the jar to read the label. Once he confirms the flavor, he feeds himself the next bite, eyes widening. "Damn that's good. Maddie actually has skills."

"Right?" I agree. The mention of her threatens the guilt to overwhelm me, so I tell him, "Keep going. Did you rob the house?"

"No. I didn't see the old man in the back corner on the bench press. He asked if I was lost or a stupid thug who would get himself killed before he could legally drink. I stood there, hesitating, weighing my options, knowing I would probably get arrested if I left. He saw my busted, bleeding knuckles and said the least I could do was learn to throw a punch. There was a hanging bag in his garage too. Turns out he was an old army boxer. He lived alone. His wife had left him twenty years earlier, took their three kids and never contacted him again because of his temper. I doubt he ever hit the woman or his kids. He was just big and looked like a beast when he was angry."

"Uh-huh," I say as he shovels in more red cake into my mouth.

"Mac, that was his name, he let me sleep on a cot in the garage for almost a year, but only let me in the house to use the shower or grab something to eat, whatever leftovers he had. I think he thought of me as a pet—one too feral to be let inside the house where I would tear up shit or piss on the rugs." He laughs at that. "Still, I was grateful for Mac, for what he did offer me. He told me about his friend in Atlantic City looking for MMA fighters."

Mixed martial arts. No wonder Eli looks like he could kill a man with his bare hands. And probably has. Isn't that what he threatened to do to me the first night in the shop?

"So, I took a bus up to New Jersey, made some money underground fighting for a while and training with that guy. I lived in a shitty little apartment the size of yours but with three other slobs for almost two years, nothing but fighting, fucking, and training every day. I won so many fights I got bored. The purses were tiny, barely enough to eat on for a month. So, I packed up my measly belongings in a backpack and headed out to Vegas."

"Is that where you met Maddie's dad?"

"Yeah. Dante wasn't big into fights yet, but I hounded him in the casino until I convinced him to come watch me fight. He was...god, hot as hell and rich as fuck."

The way Eli smiles as he says that makes me think he had a crush on his boss. Wonder if the feelings were mutual with Maddie's dad.

"That night, I knocked out a big guy with the odds stacked against me. Put him to sleep in the first two minutes, showing off a little because I knew Dante was there. He agreed to try to get me some bigger fights for a cut of the purse and of course taking bets on me. Everything was great for almost a year. I had my own apartment and an old Jeep in my name. I got greedy and wanted more, though. I wanted enough money so I wouldn't have to bleed myself or anyone else again."

"What did you do?"

"I bet on myself to lose when I had built up a career on never fucking losing. Of course, Dante knew what I had done before I even left the cage. I thought he was going to kill me backstage that night. Instead, he made me get on my knees and beg for his forgiveness. I told him I would do anything to make it up to him if he let me live. He made me his bitch, and I hated him for it." Clearing his throat, he says, "A small part of me thought he wanted me, that it was the reason he didn't kill me. I only saw him in public with beautiful women, but I thought he was too worried about his image to come right out and admit to fucking another man. Turned out he keeps his life private, but not because he's bi. He just kept me alive to make an example out of me."

Wow. That answers that question. And I don't know why I'm so glad to hear that Maddie's dad isn't Eli's lover.

"First, Dante made me fetch him drinks, food, women, like a lowly servant. Then, eventually, he would let me rough people up to send warnings. Beatings soon turned into torturing those who betrayed him like me. He loves the violent shit as much as I do. It gets him hard as hell. He's watched me jerk off, suck off, and fuck with people who betray him, but he never let me touch him. So, one night, when I had the chance, I fucked his daughter instead."

"Maddie."

"I only wanted to get back at him for everything, being his bitch and not giving a shit about me. He had just met Vanessa and was falling for her. I knew I would never be more than his attack dog and tormentor. And the one guy he knew I was fucking on the regular rather than torturing, Dante wanted him dead, wanted me to kill him."

"Did you?"

"Not at first. I gave Gavin a heads up to get the fuck out of town. He listened, and it kept him safe for almost a year. Dante never gave up searching for him, though, after Gavin nearly got his wife Vanessa killed. When Gavin was eventually found and dragged back to Vegas, Dante told his stepson Cole and daughter Cass to decide if he should live or die for what he did to Vanessa."

"Maddie has a sister?" I ask in surprise.

Grinning at me, he says, "She has two sisters, Cass a feisty redhead even I don't fuck with, and Sophie, the youngest, the innocent one who Dante had to replace for Madison in an arranged marriage to his rival after she ran away."

"Madison. She never told me she had any sisters," I say, the name sounding strange after only knowing her as Maddie, Madalyn she claimed. "Or that she was supposed to marry her father's rival."

"Lochlan was furious when Maddie left, and Dante kept it a secret from him for months while he searched for her. But Sophie and Lochlan are happy now, so it worked out. Eventually."

"And their mother?" I ask.

"The girls have three different mothers, all of whom are dead because of Dante's enemies."

"Jesus. What happened to Maddie's mom?"

"Killed in a drive-by when she was just a baby. She was with her that day in a stroller and survived without a scratch on her."

"Holy shit. She never told me that either."

"I'm not surprised," Eli remarks.

"So, what happened to that guy, Gavin?"

"Right, well, I knew Cass and Cole were going to kill him while I had to stand there and watch, so I took matters into my own hands. Fucked Gavin again and killed him so they wouldn't have to do it."

"Damn. Do you regret it, killing him?"

"No. I wanted to regret it, to find out that I was capable of feeling some decent sort of emotion for another human being, but I didn't. I didn't care that he was dead, I just missed fucking him. He was hot as hell, a Vegas stripper with a body made to be licked and worshipped."

Okay, that definitely feels like jealousy warming my blood and making my fists clench. I'm jealous of a dead man? God, I'm pathetic. Still, I can't help myself, asking, only half-joking, "My body isn't lickable?"

"Oh, you definitely have a lickable body," Eli says while eyeing my abs and then my hard cock. "And you're not the only one who likes sucking dick."

"I didn't say I liked it."

He arches an eyebrow at me. "No man keeps a dick in his mouth for hours, swallowing three loads of cum, if he doesn't like it."

"I did it to see Maddie," I remind him.

"Maddie was just a bonus. An excuse. I think you would happily suck me off for another stomach full of cum just for the hell of it. Did you like the way I taste?"

"It wasn't a bad flavor, just...different," I admit honestly.

"Different from Maddie, you mean?"

"Yes. Are you going to try and fuck her again?" I ask him.

"What do you think?"

"I think you can try, but she won't do it. She loves me."

"You love her too and yet you let me fuck your mouth for hours last night."

"Is that why you came after her? To have her all to yourself again?"

"Maybe."

"So, when you said you never kill anyone who doesn't deserve it, you think I deserve it for being who Maddie loves?"

"I'm doing you a favor. You've been lying to her and yourself all this time. She deserves better than being your consolation prize because you're too chicken shit to come out of the closet."

"Just because I'm attracted to men, doesn't mean I can't love her too."

"You're not just attracted to men. I think you prefer them." When I open my mouth to argue, he says, "Sure, you love Maddie and think she's the sexiest woman in the world, right? But deep down, we both know that if you weren't fucked up by your stepfather, you would rather have a man in your bed than Maddie."

I shake my head in denial.

"How do you know if you've never even fucked a man or been fucked? Do you have a preference? Do you top or bottom in all your sexual fantasies that refuse to go away despite the fact that you live with and get to fuck a gorgeous woman who is way out of your league? If you were completely satisfied with Maddie, if you truly loved her, you wouldn't keep thinking about cocks."

"How the fuck would you know who or what I want?" I snap at him.

"Because I was once in your shoes. Except I spent years only fucking around with other guys. I fantasized plenty of times about women but couldn't be near any until I was eighteen. And eighteen-year-old thugs don't have the ladies lining up to screw them. But eventually, when I started making a name for myself in Atlantic City, I could easily have men or women. And while pussy is delicious, I don't think I could live on it alone. I crave cock in every hole and probably always will no matter what beautiful woman may spread her legs for me."

"So, you don't want to fuck Madison?"

"Fucking her was only about getting my revenge on Dante Salvato. Causing him pain was the sole pleasure I found in taking her virginity. I wanted him to find out then. Now, I…don't."

I don't bother pointing out that he's a lying sack of shit. He feels something for Maddie in his fucked-up heart, whether he realizes it or not. And it doesn't have anything to do with her father.

Finished with the second jar of cupcakes, Eli says, "I should feed you something more."

"More real food or more of your cum?" I ask.

"Real food."

"I'm not hungry," I say intentionally avoiding looking at the pervert who still hasn't made another sound. Sweets were fine with the scent of blood in the air, but I doubt I could stomach an actual meal.

"You need to eat something."

"Why?" I ask. "What does it matter if I'm going to die soon anyway?"

"Because I want to keep you alive a little longer. And it's no fun if you give up so soon. Where's the boy who agreed to suck my dick just to see his girl?"

Ignoring his question, I ask, "What happens to Maddie once you do whatever it is you're doing here in Rockland? You're going to take her back to Vegas?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't you taken her back already? What's the holdup?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he replies, cutting his eyes to my naked body.

"You're only staying in town to play with me?"

He grins like the cat who ate the canary. "That and…nothing you need to worry about."

"When you say that, I know it has to be something that I definitely need to worry about." Considering what he might be up to when he leaves the camper, I ask, "Are you going to hurt any of the Savage Kings?"

"Not unless they interfere with my plans. Now, be a good boy and tell me what you want to eat. And maybe, after I feed you, I might finally let you come in my mouth."

As he starts to get up from the table, he leans his over to swipe his tongue over my shaft on the way by, before going over to the kitchen.

I watch him with a sort of longing I've never felt before for anyone, not even Maddie. I hate myself for it, but I refuse to deny it for another second.

"Pizza."

"You want pizza?"

"That's easy enough to find right?" I ask.

He opens the freezer, the cool frosty air swirling around his naked ass and backside. "Well, you're in luck."

Ten minutes later, and Eli has silently fed me an entire kid's size pepperoni pizza fresh from the microwave. He even dabs at my lips with a napkin to clean my face.

"Time for your reward," he says as he slides out of the booth to throw away the trash. When he comes back and stands between my legs, he runs both of his palms up the inside of my thighs and says, "Have you been sucked off by a man before? That stepfather fucker?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever suck his?"

"Never. Yours was the first." I admit.

"Fuck me." Eli's eyes slam closed on a groan, and he removes one hand from my thigh to grip his cock, tugging it, stroking it. When his dark blue eyes open again, he asks, "Did you try to hold off when you were in his mouth?"

"God, yes. I tried not to get hard, not to give in…"

"But it didn't work, did it?"

"No, not when he had this…trick that would always set me off so fast."

I watch captivated as Eli sticks his index finger into his mouth and then pulls it free. "He finger fucked your asshole at the same time?"

" Yesss ," I hiss as his wet finger brushes over my asshole, making my hips jerk upward. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Suck me. Suck me and..."

"And poke your prostate?"

" Ohhh, god ," I groan when his finger prods my tightly clenched hole. It's like my body is determined to resist the intrusion. More force is needed. It may sting at first but then…then it'll feel amazing.

"How is this different from before?" Eli asks as he lowers his face and the tip of his tongue flicks over my slit, teasing me along with that circling finger, causing my eyes to slam shut on a groan. "Say it," he demands.

"I want it," I reply as I strain my neck to watch every move he makes between my legs.

"You want it ? You're going to have to be more specific than that, baby boy."

The term of endearment feels almost as good as his tongue, making my cock jerk. Eli wants to hear me beg and scream. That's what turns him on. "Please, Eli. I want you to suck me off and I need…I need you to fuck me with your finger."

He grunts his approval at my plea, probably because I used "need" instead of "want," along with his name. "Because it feels good?" he asks, suckling my crown for two mind-blowing seconds that cause my eyes to roll back into my head.

"Yes and..."

"And what?" His finger disappears and his lips aren't even close enough to feel his warm breath anymore.

I open my eyes and lift my head again to look down at him kneeling and naked between my spread thighs. His devastatingly handsome face is level with my cock and those deep blue eyes are hungrily devouring me a little more with each second that passes.

"Because it feels good and what, Jordan?"

"Because it's you teasing me, touching me, tasting me."

"What about me?"

"You're fucking crazy...and so damn hot," I admit. "I still want to lick every inch of your body, even after..."

"After what?"

"After watching you carve out a man's eyeball."

"And why do you think that is?"

"Fuck!" I slam my head back down to the table in frustration when he continues to drag this out. "Please just do me, Eli."

"Answer my question, Jordan, then I'll do you so fucking good."

The command combined with the use of my name and promise makes me shiver.

"Because you scare the shit out of me, and I like it. God, you know you make me so damn hard..."

Those are my last words as Eli's mouth gobbles down my dick. His damp hair tickles my pelvis and inner thighs as he sucks my shaft deep into his throat and finally penetrates me with his finger at the same time.

Nothing but screams, moans, and whimpers fill the camper as hours, days of agonizing blue balls finally explode from what I'm certain is the deepest depths of my soul. On and on the pulses of pleasure go. I writhe in the confines of the ankle and wrist restraints through the longest, best orgasm, of my entire fucking life.

"Yes, god, yes," I cry out as he greedily swallows me down. He milks every last drop from me until minutes have passed, and I grow flaccid in his still suctioning mouth, my limbs all just as limp and sated. "Mmm…don't stop…not yet."

Because now I know exactly why Eli insisted that I keep his cock warm and wet for hours. Just letting me temporarily occupy a part of his body without him getting anything out of it for himself makes me feel worshiped, taken care of, spoiled even. I wish I could reach down and run my fingers through his wet hair, hug his face more tightly to my body. But with my wrists restrained, well, there's still a vulnerable sort of peace of mind to hold on to where I can lie to myself and say I couldn't have stopped him from sucking and finger fucking me even if I had wanted to.

"I fucking love...edging…withholding," I admit aloud to try and drown out those other insecure thoughts in my head. God, I love how this crazy bastard makes me feel fucking alive, even as he threatens to kill me.

His tongue easily swirls around my shriveling shaft, playing with my dick like it's his favorite toy. My back arches, encouraging him to keep it up.

"It's the best kind of torture, isn't it?" Eli asks when he unfortunately pulls his mouth off my shaft but lingers to lick my crown clean.

"So damn good," I agree, certain my toes are going to cramp up from how hard he made them curl. "I can't feel my legs anymore."

"Good thing you don't need them," he replies as he gets to his feet. "Now get some sleep. I've got work to do," Eli says to me.

"What work?"

Without explaining anything further, he grabs his discarded dress shirt and wraps it around my face and head, tying it on the side so tight I can't dislodge it without grabbing it, which I can't do. It smells like his sweat and coconuts, not a bad combination.

"What, are you going to suffocate me now?" I ask, unable to help my satisfied smile.

"Sleep," he barks at me again.

Forced with nothing to see but darkness, my body happy and sated, I close my eyes and drift off for a few peaceful minutes.

When I wake up to a hot, wet mouth on my cock, I groan but not in pleasure.

He's at it again already, like he couldn't get enough. Or because he wants to torment me further.

Suck, suck, suck, then he pulls off and stops. Suck, suck, suck, then he stops.

Over and over again, with longer pauses between each time. With my entire face covered, I can't even see when he's about to start or stop.

And the pain is like no other. But now I know how good it will feel when he finally lets me come again, so it's worth the suffering, worth my heavy, aching balls and throbbing cock.

"I'm close. Don't…don't let me…come yet," I tell him between gasps during one of the longer pauses.

Eli unties his shirt from my face. It takes several long moments for my eyes to adjust again to the bright fluorescent light overhead.

When I do, it's just in time to see Eli kneeling between my legs again. His mouth opens wide. I lift my head to watch my shaft disappear between his lips. His cheeks hollow out as he applies enough suction to pull a few drops of precum from my head before he pulls all the way off. "Gotta go," he says, and I try and fail to hide my disappointment.

"No!" I shout to the ceiling as I slam my head back down, hating the cool air blowing over my swollen, needy dick that needs a tug so bad I think I might die if I don't come soon. Worth it. It'll be worth it when he stops teasing me.

The psycho laughs as he gets to his feet. Then he wipes his damp mouth and chin dry on my abs, the most ticklish spot on my body, making me squirm.

"Maybe I'll let you come when I get back in the morning."

"In the morning? Where are you going?"

"Like I would tell you," he huffs with a grin.

"I need to take a piss again," I say, because it's true and because I'm stalling to keep him here a little longer.

"Then let me bring the pervert on over for another golden shower." Eli goes over and gives the rope on his ankles and wrists a tug. "Oh shit."

"What?"

"The motherfucker died already," he says indignantly before dragging him over. "Well, it doesn't matter, piss on him again. He deserves it."

Eli holds my dick, angling it just so for maximum range as I let go. And when I'm done, and it feels like a hundred pounds were removed from my bladder, he leans down and licks up the dribble.

"Mmm. I might let you piss in my mouth tomorrow," he remarks as he wanders off to the back of the camper, to the room where the cages are.

And god, that sort of freaky shit should not be hot. But the fact that he's greedy for all of me, even my piss, is like an odd sort of high.

When he returns, he's wearing what looks like a fresh black suit and pressed white dress shirt underneath, the top two or three buttons left opened to show off his chest.

"See you in the morning," he says while I'm still busy checking him out.

"You don't want me to suck you off again so I can see Maddie?"

"You didn't get enough of my cum last night?" the bastard asks with a cocky smirk.

"Guess not," I answer honestly.

Barking out a belly laugh like I'm the funniest motherfucker alive he says, "Maybe I'll feed you my dick again in the morning. Oh, I probably should actually give you something more substantial to drink before I go."

He goes to the sink and fills up a glass of water, the one he dumped on me, then brings it over with a pink straw. He holds it to my lips, and I try to suck the water down as seductively as possible, even though I'm beyond parched.

"More," I say when he takes the glass away.

"More?"

"Yes. I'm dehydrated. You sucked me dry."

"That's enough for now," Eli replies before taking the cup back to the sink. "Sleep well." Kneeling on the booth seat, he leans over to press his lips to mine. I realize he's kissing me goodbye when he shoves his tongue inside my mouth for a moment, then retreats.

I lick my lips as he starts for the door. "Now you know how you taste," he says with a wink before he walks out, leaving me here with a dead man at my feet covered in my piss and a hard dick.

"I'm going to kill that bastard," I vow with a huff of laughter.