Chapter 9

9

Maddie

" A re you sure you don't want to stay with me and Greer tonight?" Celeste asks as the couple drives me to the apartment. We spent the last hour searching the shop and the woods around it for Jordan but couldn't find him. There was nothing but a few flecks of blood on the garage floor, telling me everything I needed to know.

Jordan is being tortured by Eli and then he's probably going to die, and there's nothing I can do about it.

My stomach rolls like it did back at the shop, giving me only seconds of warning.

"Pull over!" I shout. Greer does so immediately. I throw open the rear passenger door and vomit the other half of the contents in my stomach onto the grassy ditch.

When the heaves finally stop, I wipe my mouth with the tissue Celeste hands over the seat and tell her, "I want to go home. I need to throw up in my own toilet tonight."

"Our prospect is on the way to the apartment," Greer informs me when I close the door and he accelerates again. "He'll keep watch outside in the parking lot unless you want him to stay inside?"

"No, outside is fine. Just, tell him…tell him to shoot on sight if he sees a man wearing a nice suit."

"Your father?" Greer asks.

"No. His henchman."

"Okay, I'll tell him."

"There's still a chance..." Celeste starts when we pull up to the apartment building.

"Jordan is hurting because of me! Hurting and dying. I know it…"

"Will you let us know if there's anything we can do?" she asks me softly.

"Just tell the police to keep looking for him," I say, even if I know they probably won't find him.

I'm the only one who is safe in this town. And the only way I can save Jordan is by trying to make a deal with the devil. And I would do anything to save Jordan, even sell my soul to that monster.

That's the only tiny spark of hope I have left, that Eli won't kill Jordan before he shows up for me. I'll do whatever he wants, go back to Vegas tonight if he'll let Jordan go, once he proves to me that he's still alive.

I don't know how exactly I'll force Eli to release Jordan, but I hope I get to at least try.

After saying goodbye to Celeste and Greer, I have to run to the bathroom as soon as I walk through the door of our second-floor apartment. I vomit and heave into the toilet until my throat is raw and there's nothing left inside of me.

Then, I go to the closet. Reaching up to the top, back corner, I feel around for the gun I stowed up there when I first came home with Jordan. I thought I would only stay with him a few days, come up with a plan for where to go next, and leave. But I never did. I never could leave Jordan.

I should've left town last night and insisted Jordan come with me.

The weight of the gun in my hand feels wrong. Still, I check that the clip is still loaded, slide it back in and switch off the safety. After that, there's nothing left to do but wait to see if Eli will come.

If the prospect outside does kill him on sight, I won't grieve him. No, I'll just pray Jordan is still alive and that the Kings find him in time.

Pacing the floors with the gun in my hand while chewing nervously on my thumbnail helps clear my hangover. I try calling Jordan again and again, but the calls just go to his voicemail. Soon it even gets full.

My phone only rings when Josie, Jordan's mother calls me. I don't answer her. I do listen to her voicemail afterward.

Josie calls me all sorts of names and I can hear the tears in her voice, so worried for her son. She even yells and bangs on the apartment door a few minutes later, but I don't answer it.

I just go sit in front of the door, sobbing, and telling her over and over again, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Eli Murphy

The biker boy is trying his best to ruin my vibe.

He said Maddie's scared of me, which is bullshit. She's just scared of having to go back to Vegas and face her furious father.

And maybe she's a little worried about how badly I'll cut up her fake husband before ending him.

Hell, I can see why she picked him to flee the city with, to live with after all this time. He's stupidly hot and charming in that good ol' boy way. The kind of guy who stops to help strangers change a tire on the side of the road or returns a dropped wallet. He's my complete opposite.

That's why it's almost hard to hate Jordan for stealing Maddie away when he openly admits that he doesn't deserve her. I almost feel pity for him for not being brave enough to step out of the closet.

The kid has wasted his life hiding from himself, and now it's close to the end. It's a shame really. He'll be fun to play with, though. I bet his dick has a hair trigger, and I can't wait to pull it over and over again.

And Maddie has no idea the kid has been lying to her all this time. Just like she was lying to him. It's almost like a sweet sort of poetic justice.

Back in the camper, I set down the heavy luggage and tell Jordan, "I brought you a friend."

"What?" the kid says, lifting his neck from the table to watch me open the suitcase and then manhandle the thankfully thin, short, and still unconscious man. He's gracious enough to not come to until I've cut off his clothes, stripped him naked, and tied the last knot around his wrist and ankles that are bound behind his back. God, I love making human pretzels. Only instead of salt, I like to cover them in my cum.

"What…oh god! Please…please let me go!" the bastard shouts making my dick instantly hard. I'm so glad I don't have to gag him since there's nobody around us for miles in these woods. I do enjoy the screams.

I bend down and grab a handful of his hair to lift his face. "How many girls and women have you handed over to perverts?"

"None. I don't…"

"Liar."

I slam my right fist across his face, wanting his nose to throb like mine did earlier when Jordan busted it.

As he lays there and cries, Jordan asks, "Who the hell is he?"

"Oh, he's the owner of this creepy little camper."

"This is his camper?" the kid says, sounding surprised. Lifting his head as much as he can, he eyes go to the row of large metal cages lined up and stacked on top of each other in the back room where a bed would normally be found.

"This set up is sick even to me. I have my own rules I never break—no kids and no one who doesn't deserve it," I remark. "When I found out what these fuckers do, well, why do you think I was so happy to kill them?"

"Them?" Jordan asks. "The two men, the PI and his friend, they have something to do with this guy and the cages?"

"Oh, yeah. The PI worked for the scum of the earth. He tracked down people, but not for their loved ones. He was a dirty matchmaker of sorts. Nasty bastards gave him a... type and he would find them." I kick the man at my feet in his ribs, causing him to wail louder. "His buddy here and the truck driver would then transport the targets for a piece of the pie. And while the pie is usually in the hundreds of thousands of dollars, you couldn't pay me a billion to do the fucked-up shit they do."

"What do they do?" the kid asks.

"What do you think they do, Jordan?" He doesn't answer, so I tell him, "They were tracking Maddie for some motherfucker up in New Jersey who wanted a beautiful girl to ruin. To use."

Jordan's head falls back onto the table with a thud. "They're like human traffickers?"

"Sex traffickers. Most of the men they sell to want young girls to be their fuck dolls. Expensive ones because the rich bastards have more money than they know what to do with. So, they send the PI hunting for humans to add to their collection."

"You killed them to save Maddie from being taken and sold by them?" he asks.

"They didn't know who the fuck she was, or anything about her, until you hired them."

"Fuck," he mutters.

"Dante had contacted dozens of PIs across every state searching for Maddie, offering millions just for any information that she was alive. The PI planned to double dip, to sell her to the other guy for twice as much money but give Dante the photos of her to get his big fat payday from him too."

"Jesus," Jordan mutters. "I had no idea. I didn't mean to put her in danger; I just wanted to know if someone was searching for her."

"Have you seen her? Of course someone was searching for her!" I shout at him. "Her father would literally find a way to move mountains to get her back."

"And you found her and saved her. How?"

"I've been following up with every city where a private flight landed the days after she went missing. Talking to the PIs in person rather than on the phone. Shultz acted shady when I asked about her and showed him a photo. He knew more than he was admitting. So, I went to his house that night, grabbed him, took his phone, and found this fucker Ingram, and a whole lot of photos and videos of Maddie taken recently, along with notes on her movements—all in Rockland."

"So, then you tortured and killed them."

"I saved this pussy for last," I say, kicking the fucker in the ribs again. "Monitored his house, his phone, his car. I wanted him to wonder if I was coming for him. Finally, he got scared enough to book a flight, in his own name, and showed up at the airport tonight."

"Where you grabbed him and shoved him in a suitcase?"

"Yep. Gotta love the short ones, right? They make transport so easy. You on the other hand," I eye every inch of his long, naked body restrained to the table. I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood as I imagine all the ways I want to fuck him. "Tall as shit, had to be grabbed alone at night, transported under the cover of darkness. I had to wait for you."

God, I loved how the biker boy even tried to fight back with a broken broom handle, as futile as it was. I kept the wooden handle as a souvenir, one I might shove inside our hogtied friend.

"The Kings will try to find me, you know," Jordan tells me, trying to sound confident.

"Yeah, but they won't find you because we're in the middle of nowhere in a camper that runs on a generator," I remind him before turning my attention back to shortie. Staring down at him, I press my foot on the back of his head, pushing his face into the black plastic covering the floor. At least his pervy set up will make for easy cleanup. "Now, how should I play with you?"

"Kill him," Jordan mutters his head still lying on the table. "If he had anything to do with the plan to take Maddie, kill him."

"Oh, I am definitely going to kill him."

"No! No, please!" the man cries.

Rolling him over so his weight is on his arms and legs underneath him, he rocks around like a turtle on his back, unable to flip back over.

"Look at his tiny little dick," I say to Jordan while slapping the underside of it with a single finger, making him whine like a bitch.

Jordan's head pops right up again to examine the man's penis. Oh, yeah, he's definitely bisexual. A straight man would've been appalled at the mere suggestion and said, "Hell, no."

"Tiny," the kid agrees. "And I don't think he likes you touching it."

"Which is why I enjoy it so much," I tell him. Lifting my foot, I kick the stub a few times with the toe of my dress shoe, causing the bastard to sob. "Would you suck him off if I let you see Maddie?" I ask Jordan.

"No." His response is instant, no hesitation.

"Why not? You could bite it off if you wanted," I suggest, pressing my foot and my weight down on his dick and balls. Now the man's screams hit a new pitch, nice and loud, making me hard as hell.

"I'm not putting my mouth on a man who isn't into it," Jordan responds. And isn't that an odd way of phrasing it?

"How about my dick?" I ask him. "Would you suck me off to see a live feed of Maddie?"

Jordan doesn't answer my question right away. He thinks about it, considers it.

Eventually he says, "It would have to be simultaneously."

"Simultaneously?" I repeat. "Smart. You know I won't show you her before I come in your mouth, and you also know I could refuse to show you after I come in your mouth. There's only one solution."

"Letting me watch her while you're getting off," Jordan says.

"Exactly."

"Why the fuck not?" he remarks, sounding resigned and maybe a tad excited either at the thought of seeing Maddie or sucking my dick. "Might be the last time I ever see her again, right?"

"Right," I agree.

"But…how do you have a live feed of her?" he asks.

"You know how she keeps her laptop open and charging on the kitchen table all the time?"

Jordan doesn't respond, probably too shocked that I know the layout of their tiny second-floor apartment so well.

"That's right. I broke into your apartment while you and Maddie were out last week, so now I've got access to the laptop's camera whenever I want."

"So, you've been watching her? Us?"

"From the kitchen table, there's a perfect view of the bed through the bedroom door."

"You were watching us? Last night?"

"When Maddie was packing, then you distracted her with your dick? Oh, yeah. While I was cutting up Shultz, I was watching every second of you fucking her and of her riding you this morning. Is it just me or did she look surprised to get off both times during sex?"

Rather than answer me, Jordan simply says, "Show me."

I grin from ear to ear in anticipation. "First things first, the homophobic pervert is going to come over and watch us."

Rolling the asshole over, I grab the rope between his wrists and ankles to drag him over next to the bedroom doorway, then put him on his side so he's facing us.

"Stay," I warn him with a finger like he's a dog.

Once I'm certain he's not going to move, I pull out my cell phone to make the connection while undoing the belt on my pants and removing my dress shirt since I prefer to be naked whenever possible, especially for torturous sex to make my prisoners even more uncomfortable.

The screen soon broadcasts the small living room where Maddie is sitting with her back against the front door, head hanging, face in her hands as if she's crying.

Oh hell no.

Even without sound, watching her cry is making me go limp, and we can't have that. I need to come in her fake husband's mouth so damn bad.

So, I cheat, just a little.

Jordan doesn't have a clue what time it is, so I just rewind the video until when Madison walks through the apartment door, after she runs to the bathroom, and right when she starts pacing with Dante's gun in her hand, chewing her thumb nail nervously.

Figuring it's safe enough to turn the volume on, I do it and hear her phone ringing.

"Not again, Josie," Madison says softly. Then she stares up at the ceiling, "Please don't let him kill him, please…"

"Did you hear that? She's getting worried I've already killed you," I tell her biker boy as I hold up the screen for him to see. "Time to pay up."

"As long as you keep the stream going," Jordan agrees, his amber eyes all sad and shit, like I give a fuck. "Aren't you going to warn me not to bite it off or you'll kill me?"

"Nope," I say as I toe off my shoes, then remove my pants and socks so I'm completely naked, just like Jordan and our hogtied friend. Climbing up over him on the table, I kneel at his head, straddling his face. Holding the phone up in my right hand, I stroke my dick in my left and rub my head over his pouty lips. "I enjoy pain so bite me all you want. Too much pain or not enough sucking though, and I'll turn the phone off."

Without further conversation, Jordan opens his mouth wide enough for me to slide right on inside. His teeth glide over my shaft, but he doesn't bite down as I lean forward to thrust down his throat. He gags, eyes bulging and watering, wrists pulling on the chains, but I don't let up just yet. When I finally pull back a little to make it last longer, I ask him, "First time having your throat fucked?"

His hum sounds pained as his eyes cut to the phone in my right hand, as if reminding himself why the fuck he agreed to this.

"Did you think I would go easy on you?" I ask before I slam deep again and again.

Between the sounds of him gagging, the pervert's growing sobs, and the sight of Maddie strutting around the apartment in just a tee, panties and a gun, I'm in fucking heaven.

I want to draw it out, but it's too good. And I know it won't be long before we get to the crying portion of Maddie's night.

I glance over my shoulder to see if Jordan's dick is getting hard, but it's still flaccid. Guess he's not enjoying having me shoved down his throat, but he agreed to do it anyway just to see the woman he loves for a few minutes. His eyes are glued to the phone in my raised hand.

God, that's so fucking pathetic, and… hot. No telling what he would do for her; or her for him. I can't wait to find out.

Sweat beads on my forehead as I lose myself in the pleasure of plunging in and out of a man's warm wet virgin mouth. Jordan may not be actively sucking on me like he wants me in his mouth, but the heat of his tongue on the underside of my cock is all I really need to feel. Definitely better than an eye socket.

My fisted left-hand slams into the wall of the camper above Jordan's head hard enough to shake the damn thing as my balls draw up tight to my body.

"Won't be long now, baby boy," I warn him. "Are you ready to swallow?"

Now he tears his gaze from the phone to stare up at my face, something like panic in his eyes.

With a chuckle, I ask him, "Where did you think I was going to come?"

When his eyes cut to the phone screen again, I grab a handful of his hair to lift his head as I slam deep. The tip of his nose is pressed to my pelvis when I hold him there and let go. My cock jerks and with the first pulse of release, the fucker finally applies enough suction to hollow out his cheeks.

"Oh, fuck that's good! Oh fuck !"

I come so hard and for so long down his throat that I know I won't have to worry about feeding or watering the biker boy tonight because his belly is full of my cum.

Reaching behind me, I give his perfect abs a rub, startling him as if he was in a trance. He starts to pull his mouth off me when I stop him, squeezing my knees together on either side of his head.

"Wait. I'll keep the stream on as long as you keep me in your mouth."

My boss once sent me a photo of his then girlfriend, now wife, suckling his limp dick in her sleep. It was so damn hot that I wouldn't mind trying it out. Biker boy seems desperate enough for a peek at Madison to go along with it too.

Slowly, he watches me as he lowers his head back down while still applying suction to my dick, so I relax, getting comfortable while we both watch Maddie panicking over his absence.

He doesn't need to worry about Maddie; she doesn't need him because I'm going to take care of her. He should forget about her and worry about me.

Wanting to distract him to fast forward the video, I press my palm down on his abs and rub circles along them. "I'm inside you now. What will your family and friends think when the police find your body with a stomach full of cum?"

Jordan's eyes widen in fear and his abs tighten under my palm. That much he's scared of, the judgement of his loved ones after his death, but not the dying part.

Still stroking his stomach, I wink and tell him, "Don't worry. They won't ever find your body."

His stomach muscles underneath my palm relax as I reach the point on the video where Madison gets up and goes to lie down in bed. Then those same muscle tighten again, in a different way this time. Looking at him over my shoulder, I watch as his dick finally gives a twitch of interest.

"You're starved for a man's touch, aren't you, baby boy?" I ask him as I keep rubbing his stomach while watching his shaft swell. "You just don't want anyone to know. Trust me, the pervert isn't long for this world either. Your secret is safe with me," I say as I wrap my fingers around his erection and begin to stroke him from root to tip.

Jordan's hips lift, thrusting into my hand while his mouth keeps my cock wet and warm.

But when he dribbles precum over my fingers, I remove my hand, licking my knuckles clean with my tongue, then leaving him right on the edge and aching again—my favorite kind of torture.

I plan to spend hours filling his mouth with my cock, his stomach with my seed. And then, I'm going to finally see our girl.