Trapping Sophia: Disciples 6

by Sweet, Izzy

  “Do you want my cock inside you, Sophia?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says with a moan and thrusts her juicy ass cheeks hard against my hips.

  “Beg me for it,” I tell her and gently slap her clit.

  Squeaking, she bucks hard against me. “James!”

  I slap her clit again and tug on her nipple.

  “I said beg me for it, Sophia,” I growl.

  There’s only two ways my little bratty Sophia can respond now. Either she’s going to freak the fuck out or she’s going to realize I know her dark little secret.

  “Shit!” Sophia groans, shuddering against me.

  Her ass is slamming back against my hips, but since my cock isn’t inside her, she’s just rubbing her pussy lips across me in frustration.

  “Beg for it, Sophia,” I repeat, not backing down from this.

  She needs to understand I’m in control now.

  In control of everything.

  Her body.

  Her life.

  Her fate.

  And she needs me just as much as I need her.

  No more fucking games.

  She will accept this.

  Leaning forward, I push her hard into the wall. The fingers on my left hand alternating between rubbing her sensitive clit and dishing out small slaps.

  Turning her head to the side, she tries to bite me, but I make sure she finds nothing to latch onto.

  Sophia is showing her claws because she wants to come. She wants relief just as much as I fucking need it. But she’s holding back the darker side of her that craves being treated this way. She’s holding back her submissive nature, and I can’t permit it any longer.

  Not when the primal fucking part of my brain demands I completely conquer her.

  Conquer her and show her who’s bigger, meaner, and stronger.

  “Please,” she begs, finally breaking when I slap her clit a little harder. “Give me your cock and fuck me, James!”

  With those words, I angle my hips and thrust inside her tight pussy in one hard push.

  The way her pussy grips my thick cock…

  It’s both heaven and fucking hell.

  She’s so fucking warm and wet, I could blow my load right this fucking second.

  And it’s tempting, so fucking tempting. Especially because I want to knock her up more than I want to fucking breathe.

  But fuck, she hasn’t earned my load yet.

  If I give it to her now, it will only set a future precedent.

  I hold myself deep inside of her for a moment and massage her clit. I know she expected me to start pounding away, and my hips itch just to do that, but she’s not desperate enough yet.

  I pump in and out of her body slowly at first, knowing she wants more.

  “Do you need it, brat?” I rasp.

  “James…” she pleads with me, squirming and wiggling, trying to get more movement out of me.

  Resisting her, I push her against the wall again. “I asked you a question. Do you need it?”

  When she doesn’t respond, I tug on her nipple and give her swollen little clit another slap, harder this time.

  “Yes!” she grits out between her teeth, trying to jump and dance away from my hand.

  Too bad she’s impaled on my cock and trapped between me and the wall.

  “Tell me,” I say between small bites on her shoulder.

  The velvety walls of her pussy suddenly squeeze around me, and I groan, biting down hard. If I don’t bite, I’m going to slam her into the wall.

  The bite must be what breaks her though because she moans in return.

  “I need it. I need you. Please, James... Please don’t torture me anymore,” she cries, the weakness in her voice giving me renewed strength.

  I know without a doubt now that she’s truly does need this. Needs me and everything I give her.

  Pushing in deep, I slide slowly out of her before I slam right back in. My hips starting to move hard and fast against her.

  Again, I can feel the aching urge to explode inside of her building, but I hold back.

  Not yet…

  Not fucking yet.

  “Fuck,” I hiss loudly.

  The way she’s bucking against my cock, I know she’s going to break through to the abyss soon.

  Releasing her nipple, my hand closes around her neck. Slowly I apply pressure to the sides, cutting off the blood to her head.

  Her gasping comes out quieter and quieter, but she still has enough air to whisper. Telling me to give it to her. Give it to her harder.

  Using her throat as a handle, I yank her back against my hips.

  Forcing her to fuck me back.

  Guiding her body, I slam her down on my cock each time I drive myself inside her for maximum impact.

  Bouncing between me and the wall, her legs begin to tremble and she gasps for air. Her hands clawing at the stone for purchase.

  She’s close… so fucking close I can taste it.

  “Are you going to come, brat?” I snarl as I fuck her without mercy.

  My thrusts so hard and fucking violent, I can already tell my hips are going to fucking ache tomorrow.

  “Yes,” she whispers, sounding breathless.

  Her throat is probably raw from the way I’m nearly choking the shit out her.

  Flattening her against the wall with my weight, I finally release my grip on her neck. She’s still conscious, but I can tell from experience that the loss of blood has made her woozy and lightheaded.

  And I want her grounded.

  Grounded and fully aware of what I’m forcing on her.

  Rubbing her clit again to push her over the edge, she suddenly stills against me, fighting it again.

  Fighting against me.

  I nearly scream.

  My cock is dying to fucking explode, and she will give me what I need.

  “Come for me, Sophia,” I shout and slap her clit hard.

  Screeching, she bucks against me like a wild animal and finally gushes all over me. Nails scratching at the wall, her pussy squeezes around me, spasms, and floods my cock with liquid warmth.

  Unable to hold myself back any longer, I throw my head back and roar to the fucking heavens as I finally unleash my load.

  Pumping her drenched pussy full of my hot cum.

  I come so hard, I swear a piece of my fucking soul shoots out of my cock and I see stars.

  There’s so much cum between us, I feel it dripping down my own thighs when I finally still against her.

  Breathing hard, like I just sprinted a mile, I wrap my arm around her middle as she goes limp. I don’t know if I fucked her unconscious or what, but she’s breathing, so I count that as a good sign that I didn’t fuck her to death.

  Moving us over to the bench, I sit down with her still impaled on my cock. My own fucking cum leaking all over me.

  “Fucking devil’s gates,” I breathe out loud.

  “You’re such a dick,” she wheezes breathlessly before slumping against my chest with a giggle. “A frat boy dick.”

  I know she’s only teasing me, and normally, I’d let it go.

  But fuck, I could really go for a round two.

  Growling, I grab her by the hips, lift her up, and slam her back down.

  My cock still rock-fucking-hard.

  “Oh my god, James,” she squeals and claws at my shoulders, trying to get her balance. “What the hell? Don’t you ever go soft?”

  Lifting her up and slamming her back down again, I grunt, “Not when I’m with you.”

  * * *

  Slipping out of bed right after midnight, I look down at my phone and debate the call I’m about to make. I hate calling Simon most days, but lately we’ve been less at odds and more on the same wavelength.

  That bothers me.

  It’s my job to get under his skin and I can’t do that when I’m working so well with him.

  Sophia and I finally went through most of her dad’s files, and I gleamed all the information I could from them. Ther
e’s simply too much in there to process. The one file on Sophia alone gives us a shit ton of information that we most likely didn’t have, and that it was Cronin who got it fucks with me.

  How did we miss this shit?

  Pressing the connect button, the phone rings twice before an irritated woman’s voice comes on the line. “Why, dear boy, are you constantly harassing my husband in the middle of the night?”

  I really want to say something snarky to my dear, dear sister Meredith, but I refrain. “Because I get to hear your lovely voice. Have you come to your senses yet? Ready to move out of that germaphobe’s house?”

  “Funny, James,” she drawls out. “Did you finally grab that cute little blonde you’ve been following around like a lost puppy?”

  I sputter, that question catching me completely by surprise.

  Fuck…

  Meredith laughs a sultry laugh. “What can my husband do for you?”

  Clearing my throat, I switch right back to business. “Tell him I have Cronin’s personal laptop, and it has the connections we were searching for.”

  I almost leave it at that but decide to add at the last second, “Also let him know he’s got competition.”

  Simon comes on the line almost instantly. “How did you get that!”

  I guess I was on speakerphone.

  “Sophia slipped it off to a friend before she moved in here. The cops stationed at her house were snooping around too much,” I explain. “Amanda was the one who cracked the passwords. She also knows more than she’s telling anyone if I judged her right.”

  “Dammit,” Simon growls into the phone. “She’s snooping around?”

  “Yeah. I told her to head over to Oscar’s in a couple days.”

  “Why on earth would you do that?” he asks after a long pause.

  “We need replacements, Simon. She might have that spark that Lucifer sees in us. If not, he’ll control her in a way that keeps us all safe.”

  “Numbers, James. Out of one hundred, what are your feelings on this?” Simon says.

  “Ninety-Eight.”

  “I’ll monitor her progress,” Simon says, putting an end to the matter.

  “Good,” I say, glad that’s done with. “You need to come get the laptop and run it through your database. Sophia’s dad kept notes on everything that came across his desk. He was meticulous, Simon.”

  “I’ll be there in forty-five minutes,” he says and hangs up.

  Packing up the laptop, I double-check to make sure the copy I made of the hard drive is pulled and sitting in my desk drawer. It’s not that I don’t trust Simon to pass the information on to me when he finds stuff, but it’s always a good idea to keep a copy of shit like this.

  Some day I might have Sophia go through it with me and see if she can help me spot anything else we might have missed.

  Pacing around the living room, I feel Sophia’s presence behind me in the dark room long before she speaks my name.

  “What’s wrong, James?” she asks.

  “Nothing that I can tell,” I say. “Simon’s coming for the laptop. He’s going to mine all the data he can from it.”

  “But?”

  Going to her, I wrap her up in my arms. “I copied the entire hard drive to an external hard drive. I promise everything he ever wrote is intact.”

  “It’s just that…” She takes a deep breath. “The laptop itself is the last thing I have of him and my mom gave it to him.”

  Damn.

  “I’ll give Simon the external then,” I say, quickly giving her a tight hug.

  Running back up to my office, I try to shake off Sophia’s question about what’s wrong. Nothing is wrong that I can tell physically. But something is nagging in the back of my head, and I can’t figure out quite what it is.

  Simon knocks on the front door exactly forty-three minutes from when we disconnected the call.

  Opening the front door, I see that even in the middle of the fucking night he’s impeccably dressed. His suit neat and pressed, his hair perfectly combed.

  Holding the external drive out to him, I say, “Laptop stays with me, the wife has an attachment to it.”

  Simon sighs loudly. “Sentimentality is not something we can afford to deal with right now, James.”

  “Yeah well,” I shrug and force the drive into his hands. “She gets what she wants.”

  “Fine,” he mutters and turns away from me.

  “Simon,” I say to his back.

  Looking back at me, he asks, “Yes?”

  “Watch your back out there, somethings off,” I say.

  He stares at me for a moment, considering what I said, then nods. “I will.”

  17

  Sophia

  Sleep doesn’t come easy. And when it does come, it doesn’t last for very long.

  I keep waking up, clinging to James. Chased from my dreams by demons wearing black fatigues, determined to flash their gold badges in my face.

  “Go back to sleep, baby,” James urges me when I wake up pressed against his body, my cheeks wet and sticky with tears.

  I try. For him, I try. Circling the well of oblivion as he soothes me.

  But too much has happened, and too much is still unfinished for me to be at ease.

  The Russian ordeal… my father’s death… and the betrayal.

  Behind my eyes, I relive it all on a loop. Stuck in a purgatory of memories.

  I’m exhausted, sick to my stomach, and angry. So very fucking angry.

  I want to light everything on fire and burn the world down. I want to scream and roar my rage and grief.

  And the only thing that seems to make me feel better… the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind completely, is being close to James.

  His arms around me. His naked chest pressed against mine.

  His soft breath fluttering my hair as he finally drifts back to sleep.

  If I didn’t have him, I’d probably go completely insane.

  I don’t know when it happened… Yesterday? Today? Seven months ago?

  But he’s no longer the enemy or a sick man who’s doing everything in his power to trap me.

  Somehow, he has become a need.

  I need him near me to feel safe.

  I need his strength to give me the strength to make it through the day.

  I need his arms around me to keep me from floating away.

  Especially when it feels like giving up and floating away would be easier than putting up with the pain.

  Squirming closer to him, I tighten my arms around his chest, holding on for dear life. I hold him as tightly as he held me that first night in this bed.

  His bed.

  I’ve got my arms around him so tight, it’s impossible not to notice when his breathing changes.

  Stirring awake, his voice is husky with sleep. “Sophia?”

  He tries to move, shifting against me, to get more comfortable.

  Afraid he might pull away, I lace my fingers together and lock my arms.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

  I don’t want to hurt him or make him uncomfortable, but I can’t let go of him yet. Not when, even like this, it feels like he’s too far away.

  Relaxing against me, his palm touches my back, then rubs up and down, trying to soothe me.

  He’s always trying to soothe me and take care of me.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks. “What do you need, baby?”

  Struggling to explain something I don’t even understand, I start to say, “I don’t—”

  When it suddenly hits me.

  Relaxing my hold on him, I pull back just enough to find his face. When I feel his burning gaze on me, I ask, “Will you lay on top of me?”

  A pause hangs in the dark between us.

  And my heart stops beating, afraid he’s going to deny me.

  Then he asks, as if he didn’t hear me right, “You want me to lay on top of you?”

  Wanting nothing more in the world, I sound desperate and needy even to my o
wn ears when I say, “Please.”

  Another pause. Another heartbeat skipped.

  Sliding his palm back up my spine, he says, “Okay. How do you want to do this?”

  Relaxing with relief, I unlace my fingers and unlock my arms.

  “Like this.”

  Rolling onto my back, I tug him with me.

  As if he’s unsure or afraid to hurt me, James puts most of his weight down on his hands and knees and holds himself a little above me.

  It’s totally not what I want or need.

  Tugging and nudging him closer, I guide him down until his chest is pressing against my breasts and he has to fit himself between my knees.

  Still resisting what I’m trying to do, he continues to hold himself a little above me.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dig my heels into the back of his thighs and sink my nails into the skin of his back.

  “Closer,” I urge.

  “I’ll hurt you,” he protests, fighting against me.

  “Please,” I plead.

  Cursing softly, he comes down on top of me, crushing me with his weight.

  As soon as I feel his weight pressing down on me, all the tension I’ve been holding inside flows out of me.

  Sighing, I press my face against his throat. I don’t know why, but now that he’s on top of me, I finally feel like I can breathe.

  “Sophia, baby, I can’t stay like this,” James says gently and tries to pull away. “If I fall asleep, I’ll smother you with my dead weight.”

  All my muscles immediately lock up, trapping him against me.

  “Then smother me,” I say, not caring at this point.

  James growls. “Don’t say that.”

  “I wouldn’t mind going like this…” I sigh. “Beneath you.”

  James curses again and I feel his cock stiffening against me.

  He tries to pull away.

  When I fight him, he growls, “I’m just going to reposition a little so I don’t hurt you. Okay?”

  Reluctantly, I loosen my grip on him and let him shift his body. I almost protest when he puts his right shoulder down on the mattress, but when he relaxes on top of me again, I still feel most of his weight pushing down on me.

  “Is this okay?” he asks, his breath warm against my ear.