by Emma Creed
When I pull my mouth away, she moans, and I snigger because as much as I enjoy the way her body responds to me, it’s time I get what I came for. Answers, and something tells me she won’t enjoy the part that comes next quite so much.
Standing up I kick the chair away and unbuckled my belt. Pulling my jeans open I release my cock, and let my hand squeeze around the top of her thigh at the same time. With her arms still tied above her head she has nowhere to go, and the force of my body pressing against hers smashes her back against the stone wall. She shivers against me, looking up with her pretty little face still attempting bravery, but she’s failing, unable to mask the fear that she’s trying so hard to keep from me.
My cock is painfully hard, so close to the spot it aches for now, and for the first time ever, I doubt my abilities. What if she doesn’t talk? Would I really go that far? But then a slip of her toes accidentally moves her hips forward, and the tip of my cock skims between her legs. Feeling how slick she is I grab at her other thigh before my newfound conscience wins and forces me to change my mind.
I lift her off the ground and push her body tight to the wall. It breaks my contact from her pussy and her tight virgin hole hovers above the thick head of my cock, coaxing me to push inside, willing me to stretch it open and make her my perfect fit.
To break her completely.
“What ain’t ya telling me, darlin’?” I ask again, focusing on her mouth, watching her lips part and I don’t know if I’m relieved or destroyed when instead of speaking, she shakes her head. Her ocean blue eyes brim over with tears, and the scared breaths her body fights to pull together are the only sound in a room full of tension. I reach up and I take her throat with the arch of my hand remembering her scared reaction to it earlier.
“I want you to think of the worst thing I could possibly do to you right now…” My eyes lower to where my cock holds firm against her unexplored entrance.
“Close your eyes Maddy and imagine it.” I wet my lips as her eyes squint shut, squeezing more tears from them as they close.
“I will do it,” I warn harshly but she remains silent. Her neck pulsing at my fingertips, she’s scared, and now is not the time to be stubborn. “Don’t doubt me, Maddy… You need to tell me,” I whisper the warning one last time into her ear, my forehead pressed against her temple while I try to think about anything other than how good it would feel to be buried inside her. Finally, she realizes how serious I’m being, her eyes opening wide and her head shaking.
“Why would you do that to me?” her voice quivers as she speaks, and the hurt on her face weighs down my chest. It makes me question again, if I’ll be able to see this through. “I thought you liked me,” she sobs, pretty tears dripping down her cheek that I can’t resist tasting. My mouth moves across her warm skin, catching one of them on my tongue. I regret it the moment I do it. I never let my guard slip down here, but then I’ve never had to put one up in the first place.
“Tell me!” I hiss through my teeth, my tip burning against her firm little opening. My restraint weakening as I wait. She isn’t gonna talk, I know this because she is biting down hard on that damn lip.
I can’t let her fuck with me anymore. Can’t let guilt stop me from what I’m about to do next. I’d warned her that this was who I am. I’m doing it for my club. I pull back just enough to slam inside her. Instantly missing her softness against my solid cock.
The hate I develop for myself forces me to look her in the eyes, and to fucking own the shit I’m about to do.
“I’m a hacker!” she cries out before I can push my hips back into hers.
“I hack for him.” Her breaths are desperate between her sobs, and I don’t know if I’m disappointed that she broke before I could carry out my threat or relieved that I don’t have to watch the hate on her face as I force myself inside her.
Sure, I’m a monster, but would I have really been capable of that?
Maddy just saved me from having to find that out. I need out of this room, right the fuck now. The thin string holding my restraint together is liable to snap any moment. I nod, letting her know that she’s satisfied me with her answer… for now. Then unwrapping her legs from my waist, I place her shaky feet back on to the ground and pull away from her completely. Her lips quiver as I back away and her head shakes fearsomely, I can’t tolerate the hurt in her eyes a second longer, so I turn away from them.
“No,” her voice yells out, all weak and broken from behind me, but I ignore it.
“No, you can’t,” she screams. “You said if I told you…”
I stop moving, turn around, and look back at her perfect body stretched out, wrists tied above her head. There’s a furious look on her bewitchingly beautiful face. I wonder how the hell I’d found the strength to stop.
“Yeah, and you told me,” I remind her, my cock still hard as steel and my mind confused as fuck.
“So why are you leaving?” she asks, her voice soft and painfully innocent.
I leave, not quite sure if I’ve lost my head or my balls when I get myself the fuck out of that basement. Because leaving is the only way of stopping me becoming the victim of my own fucking interrogation.
He’s stripped me of everything, my clothes, my dignity, and worst of all… my self-respect. He had been right about two things at least. He is good at what he does, the best. I have no reason to doubt his self-proclaimed title. And he’d definitely been right about the second, he didn’t have a conscious bone in his body. Knowing all this should put me off him, but it almost makes me want him a little bit more.
I rub my legs together, trying to sustain the ache he’s left between them, the ache that I’d been sure he was gonna make better if I told him the truth. I hadn’t even been nervous when his cock was about to enter me. Desperate, and emptiness is all I’d felt, and the need for him to fill it became the only thing I could focus on. And now my selfishness could have cost my mom her life.
For his plan to work Jessie must have seen me coming for miles, he’d have read the way I acted around him. Noticed how much I liked him. Maybe he even guessed that I fantasized about him being my first, or maybe Hayley had told him. Either way, he’d used it to taunt me, found my weakness and then shattered me with it piece by piece.
I deserve everything I get for being stupid enough to believe a guy like Jessie would ever be into a girl like me. He never did take me out for that ride, and why would he? I’m boring and dull and don’t have the experience like the club girls Hayley told me about. I don’t have any experience at all.
Had I wanted him so badly, that I’d blanked out the sheer brutality of this whole fuck up?
My best friend is dead. I’m their prisoner, being kept in an overheated room, forced to stare at the blood stains of people who were no doubt kept down here before me. Jessie has licked, yes, licked blood from my raw flesh, blood that he spilled when he’d cut me with the blade of his knife. The same knife that the sadistic sex Satan had pressed against me, setting alight nerves up until now I never knew existed.
I should have been stronger, let him walk away when he threatened to leave me writhing for him. But I’d had no choice, my lady parts had already overtaken my head and my mouth.
Turns out I never had the choice in the first place. Despite telling him the only secret I have. The one that if the guy I work for knew I’d told another living soul, would no doubt fulfill his promise and kill me and my mom. And now we’re both as good as dead.
It hurts that Jessie is the one punishing me, and now he’s left me down here to wait, panicking over what will happen next. Nobody here is gonna help me, I’m responsible for the death of their president’s daughter. Hayley died saving me. Maybe that’s what this has been about all along for Jessie. Not an interrogation, but a punishment.
Well, it worked, because despite the worry of what Jessie is gonna do with his new information, I can’t seem to distract myself from the frustration that lays heavy in the center of my body. Yes, Jessie’s torture missio
n has been a success, he’s left me pulsing with need. Desperately wanting anything he’ll give me, even down here in this horrifying dirty room that I’m starting to believe will be the place I die.
The darkness turns heavier, and my arms ache heavily as darkness steals the last of the light from the room. The door to my prison is opened, and Skid steps inside followed in by a petite, dark-haired woman, her smile is so warm I know she has to be Carly. She makes straight for me and pulls the T-shirt back over my body. Then Skid unties me, and my arms fall at my sides like lead weights.
“Are you letting me go?” I ask with a tiny glimmer of hope…
“Not exactly, sweetie.” The woman's voice is equally as kind as her smile. “Jessie spoke to Prez, and he’s gonna let you sleep in one of the rooms upstairs.”
“I just wanna go home.” I start to cry, I can’t carry on anymore. I feel so guilty for what’s happened to Hayley, and for what is likely to happen to Mom. They can kill me if they want to, I just wish they would hurry up. The woman catches me when my knees give way.
“Come on, it’s been a tragic day for everyone… You wanna get some sleep, don’t ya?” She smiles. I manage to nod back, though I doubt I’ll ever sleep again after today.
“So let us take you upstairs. Jessie just wants to ask you a few more questions, and then you can get some rest.” She strokes my arm. “Maddy, answer the questions, sweetie. Even if you think it will get you in trouble with the people who killed Hayley, okay?” The seriousness in her tone has me completely defeated, and I find myself agreeing. Either way, I’m gonna get hurt, my mom is probably already dead. What’s the worst that can possibly happen to me now?
Carly, followed by Skid, leads me out of the room, then up the stairs where the air is thinner. The club seems different to how it had been the night Hayley brought me here, there’s an eerie silence filling the huge reception room as I follow Carly through it and then up another staircase. Climbing the steps one by one, I fear who waits for me on top of them. I’d known who Jessie was, and what he was a part of. But I never expected him to hurt me.
That blonde hair and heavenly smile had sure managed to fool me, because right now it feels like he’s ripped out my heart and crushed it to ash in his fist. I understand he’s hurting but, Hayley was my friend too. My only friend, and she’s dead because of me, surely that was punishment enough.
We reach the top of the stairs and I walk along the narrow landing. It’s a long way down to the reception when I look over the railings, and a part of me wants to throw myself over them just to make the pain stop.
Skid opens one of the doors, gesturing with his massive arm for me to step inside, and Jessie is already waiting for me. He sits in a chair in the corner of the room, bottle in one hand cigarette in the other, looking tortured. Despite everything he’s just done to me I still want him to hold me so we can share our grief together.
“Sit down,” he orders, tilting the neck of his bottle towards the single bed, I move towards it and sit on the mattress.
“You can leave,” he tells Skid and Carly, his eyes not moving from mine.
“Remember what I said,” Carly whispers, placing her hand over mine before she leaves with Skid. It’s just me and Jessie in the room now, the air crackles like a spreading fire, but his intense stare causes a cool stream to slither through the heat in my spine.
“So, you work for them?” he says, his face looking far more hurt than angry.
“No…” I shake my head. “Well… maybe. I’ve done things for the man who was at the warehouse before you got there,” I try to explain.
“What man?” he asks leaning forward, crossing his arms over his knees.
“Their boss... President thingy, whatever you guys call it. I never knew he was part of a club, he never had the waistcoat on when he came to me.”
“Cut,” Jessie corrects me sharply.
“Sorry, cut.”
“What kinda work you do?” His voice is rough and intimidating, making me even more on edge.
“I told you, I hack.”
“And what exactly did you hack, darlin’?” he questions sarcastically.
“I tracked cell phones, intercepted some emails, moved money from accounts, got a few warrants dropped, nothing too difficult.” Jessie does a terrible job of hiding the shock from his face as he listens. “But I promise had no idea I was doing it for a club,” I add, “Not until…”
“Until when?” He sits up straighter, his interest peaked.
“That night Hay…” Her name gets caught in my throat. “Hayley brought me here to that party, and I saw someone I recognized. I’d seen his face on some file I’d been told to lift.
“Someone from this club?” Jessie says, looking back at me with such anger it causes tears to sting the back of my eyes.
“Yes.” I look down at my feet shamefully.
“So you used Hayley to get to us.” His voice turns gravelly, and when his words sink in and I realize what he’s thinking it devastates me that he would think I could do such a thing.
“No. Jessie, no, not at all. I had no idea it was you guys that I was getting the information on. What I was hacking were just words, figures, and locations on a computer screen. The messages you send are basic, details, times, and places I could never have known it was you. It wasn’t until I saw that guy here that night that I suspected anything, and then when I put the two together, and who they were having me look into I got scared and started ignoring his calls. I guess that’s why he came after me.” I need so badly for him to believe me because the truth is all I have left to save me.
“I call bullshit… You must have known something,” he says, tilting his head in suspicion.
“Honestly. You have to believe me, Jessie, I didn’t. The man never wore his cut when he came to the house, but, even if I had known who he was, I would still have had to do what I did. I didn’t have a choice.” Jessie charges at me, his hand fisting the hair at the back of my head, pulling back and forcing me to look up at him.
“There’s always a fuckin’ choice,” he tells me through clenched teeth, wild with rage. But I shake my head against his firm grip.
“Not when someone’s threatening your family.” His hold on my hair doesn’t falter, but the hard look on his face does.
“Clunk threatened you?” he checks, instinct tells me his anger is no longer aimed at me.
“Yeah,” I nod. “I promise you, Jessie, I would never have done anything to hurt Hayley, or you or your cl—” I’m shocked when he shuts me up with his mouth. His lips crushing mine, without any warning, and stopping me from finishing what I had to say. The grip he has at the back of my head pushes my face tighter on to his. Gripping my bottom lip between his teeth, he gently tugs it so my lips open for him. His tongue slides through them, exploring the inside of my mouth desperately, and I automatically join in on the action.
My head spins with confusion, too much has happened today for me to be enjoying this as much as I am. Yet my hands reach up around his neck and pull him closer, petrified that he’ll pull away. He hisses into my mouth, and my pussy clenches when his fist in my hair tightens again. This is everything I never imagined my first kiss to be, not gentle and far from soft. Instead it’s frenzied, desperate, and raw. I never want to be kissed in any other way or by anyone else as long as I live, and I almost cry out when he forces himself away from me and takes a step back.
“Fuck,” he mutters, holding his hair back from his face and staring at me like he’s suddenly become scared of me.
“You’re gonna need to tell me everything, darlin’, start to fuckin’ finish, everything you did. Okay?” His finger is gentle as it slides over my cheek, all traces of the monster from the basement now vanished.
“What, right now?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.
“Yeah, then I got something needs takin’ care of,” he tells me, crouching in front of me and taking my hands in his.
“Something like what?” I ask, won
dering how he can kiss me that way, and then get back to business as usual.
“Something like goin’ downstairs and beggin’ the Prez for your fuckin’ life,” he tells me, and I suddenly wish I hadn’t asked, especially when I see real worry in his eyes.
So, I tell him everything. Even the parts I swore I would take with me to my grave. I tell him because, weird as it sounds, I trust him. And if by some miracle my mom is still alive, I believe there might be a chance that Jessie can save us both.
So kissing her was a bad idea. A real fucked up bad idea. But I’d held back too long with her, as soon as I saw that truth in her pretty blue eyes and I’d felt that gut instinct to trust that she was telling the truth... The hurt in her voice and guilt on her face forced me to try and take all that pain away for her. Ironic, as I’m usually the one trying to inflict it.
It’s a perfect example of the kinda of shit Maddy Summers does to me, she makes my world spin in a completely opposite direction.
She tells me everything, and it makes me want to find Clunk and take him the fuck out. Before any retaliation to this whole mess can be plotted, I have to talk Prez into letting Maddy live. It isn’t gonna be easy, but I’m prepared to die tryin’. There ain’t no way she’s gonna be taken away from me too, she’s my final light in a world of darkness, and I’ll do anything I can to keep it shining.
I head down to the bar and find Grimm. He’s filthy, covered head to foot in dirt and god only fucking knows what else. He hoovers up a long, thick line off the bar with his nostril, widens his eyes and breathes a sigh of relief when a rush accelerates. I ask him where Prez is, and he tip his head towards the door that leads into the lounge bar.
“Thanks. You get it done?” I ask, slapping his back and he nods. Clean up was a big job on this one. Grimm would have had help, but he would have only used them as body shifters, maybe diggers judging by the state of his clothes. What I do know for sure is with Grimm taking care of shit, wherever the evil riddled bodies of the Bastards are, they wouldn’t be being found anytime soon. He lifts his thumb and brushes over his nostril to check for any residue. Then offers to cut me a line. I refuse, ignoring the fact that after all the shit today I could really do with one; a clear head is needed for what I’m about to do.