The Executioner 2: Love, Lies, and Revenge (The Executioner Series)

by Melissa Silvey

  “I just thought it would be a great bonding thing.” When Vince said bonding, Ari chuckled. “A trust thing,” he clarified.

  “Well you’re not bonding me,” Ari replied pointedly. Jordan shook his head, and they both headed toward the door.

  “Wait,” Vince thought quickly. “I’ll go first. Tie me down.”

  Jordan and Ari stared at each other. Every time they pushed another limit Jordan had to remind himself that he started all this. His fear of his own ineptitude, his inexperience, caused him to beg Vince to kiss Arianna. Vince had enough experience for the three of them. He could tell that Vince had fallen hard for Arianna after only knowing her a short time. He expected Arianna to fall for Vince too. What he didn’t expect was that both of them would also want him.

  Jordan wanted Arianna more than anything in the world; and while he thought Arianna would go to prison for the rest of her life he allowed things to go too far with Vince too. Now he constantly doubted himself and his actions. The only reason he continued with the arrangement was Arianna. He would do anything to make her continue looking at him the way she did now.

  She couldn’t deny she was intrigued by the idea. Vince usually ordered her and Jordan around in bed. Touch her there, or now Jordan princess. They’d had sex as a trio for half a year now, and although they’d had much more practice she still felt unsure of what she was doing sometimes. She wondered what it would be like to be in control for a change.

  “Come on, you two. We get our first assignment in the morning. Who knows how many nights we’ll have to play together,” Vince goaded. He sounded a little whiny, like a spoiled child hearing no for the first time.

  “I’m game,” Arianna challenged Jordan.

  “What’s off limits?” Jordan wondered as he continued to gaze at Ari. Arianna thought it was the oddest thing Jordan had ever said. And he said a lot of weird things.

  “Nothing,” Vince dared. “Everything is fair game. That’s what trust means. I trust that you won’t put my balls in a vice grip and write all over me with a sharpie.”

  Arianna giggled. She hadn’t even considered anything like that.

  “Okay.” Jordan accepted the dare. And his demeanor changed completely. He turned toward Vince, and in a tone that was not his own said, “Strip.”

  Vince chuckled, but Jordan’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. “Strip,” he said again, and took the cuffs out of Vince’s hands. Ari giggled and turned toward Vince to watch. But Jordan took a handful of Ari’s curls and pulled her face up to his. “You too, Ari,” he ordered before he kissed her hard on her lips.

  Ari turned toward Vince again when Jordan released her. What did you do? She mouthed the words.

  I dunno, he responded in kind as he shrugged.

  Ari heard metal clanking, and saw Jordan hooking the cuffs to the bars on her bed. Next he pulled down the pretty purple blanket and sheets, leaving only the pillows and fitted sheet. And then he turned back to Ari and Vince. “Why are your clothes still on?”

  Ari and Vince both quickly undressed. Jordan’s voice, his tone, and his mannerisms; everything about him felt different. He seemed like a different person, someone much weirder than he normally was. Ari and Vince stood facing each other, completely nude. Vince was only semi-turned on. This wasn’t exactly going the way he had planned it. He’d hoped to give Arianna a night of multiple orgasms for her graduation gift. Now he was stuck being the guinea pig to Dom Super-geek.

  “Lay down,” Jordan ordered. He didn’t even glace at Vince, his eyes were focused on Ari. Her body was all tanned skin and long legs. He liked that she kept everything neatly shaved. Her breasts seemed bigger since the first time they were together. Her nipples were a dark dusky pink, and her tummy was now ripped almost as much as Vince’s. She ate better since Jordan started taking care of her; fresh fruits and veggies and lots of milk. And her skin and body showed it. She practically glowed now, but he didn’t know if that was from the food, or being in love. Either way, he liked it.

  Vince snapped one of the handcuffs into place and said, “Do you want to cuff the other hand, Jordan? Or would you rather Ari do it?” Jordan walked around the bed and snapped the other cuff. Then he turned to Ari. “Undress me slowly.”

  Vince groaned. He really hoped Jordan didn’t have it in his mind to tease him relentlessly with Arianna while he was handcuffed to the bed.

  Arianna took a step toward Jordan and unbuttoned his shirt. Jordan stared at Vince while she did it. When she finished he pulled the shirt off his shoulders. As the shirt fell to the floor he glanced at Ari. Her full bottom lip, the exact same color as her nipples, jutted out. Her tongue rested on her top lip. She was exquisite; everything he could have dreamed of and more. What was he thinking when he asked Vince to kiss her?

  “Now my pants,” he commanded. As she did it she got an up close look at Jordan’s new and improved physique. His pecs were hard and tight, his abs were defined, and his arms were growing. If she didn’t have Vince’s grotesquely flawless body to compare with, she’d think Jordan was darn near perfect. His hair was a shade or two lighter than Vince’s, as were his eyes. His skin was pale, especially compared to Ari and Vince. His chin was strong, his nose slightly bigger than the rest of his features. The way he held his head as he looked down at Ari said that he no longer felt undesirable or ugly.

  His pants dropped around his ankles and she couldn’t help but stare at his cock. It was so long, especially compared to Vince’s. Funny how different they both were, she thought to herself for the millionth time.

  “Get down on your knees,” Jordan ordered. Ari turned toward Vince, cuffed on the bed, his arms spread over his head. “Don’t look at him, look at me.” Ari felt déjà vu as he said it. “You know what to do.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her toward him.

  “So what are you going to do? Tie me down and torture me?” Vince wasn’t sure if watching Ari’s mouth on Jordan’s hard member was torture or not. He felt himself getting harder watching her from behind, down on her knees with her round bottom bouncing up and down as she moved on Jordan’s cock. Why hadn’t he thought of her doing that? Usually he just had her in the bed, and…. He heard her gagging as Jordan pulled her closer, and closer. Jordan was so big Vince could barely take it all. There was no way Arianna could.

  “Now Vince, princess,” Jordan said lightly. She pulled away from Jordan and crawled toward the bed. Vince shivered at the sight. “Climb up on the bed and kiss him.” Ari gazed into Vince’s eyes as she lowered her lips toward his.

  Vince could taste Jordan on her. He could smell him. And he had to admit it turned him on a little. Then her hands moved to his hair as her tongue plunged into his mouth. He forgot about Jordan; for a moment at least, until Jordan sighed and stepped toward her. He didn’t try to turn her on at all; he just shoved himself inside her.

  She wasn’t yet accustomed to that kind of treatment, and when he entered her she cried out. Thankfully the guest room was on the other side of the house. Vince wanted to grab her and kiss her, to soothe her. He rattled against the cuffs, but neither of them paid any attention to him. “Release me, Ari,” Vince implored. But Jordan grabbed her throat and pulled her back toward him and kissed her roughly. “Damn it Jordan release me.”

  But Jordan just let Arianna go and slid out of her. “What are you going to do, Jordan?” Vince wondered as he rattled the cuffs again.

  “Kiss him Ari,” Jordan ordered. Ari obeyed, and hungrily kissed Vince. Vince got lost for a moment in her kiss, and he didn’t realize that Jordan had climbed between his legs until it was too late. Jordan spread his thighs and lifted his hips. Vince couldn’t get away, couldn’t say stop. Ari covered his mouth.

  And then Jordan was inside him. He wanted to scream but he couldn’t. Every fucking inch of Jordan felt like he was tearing into Vince. And all Jordan could say was, “Good girl Ari. Cover his mouth.”

  Vince panted for breath and tried to wiggle away, but he couldn’t. He closed his eyes and
took himself to another place. He concentrated on Ari’s mouth on his. He thought of the first time he saw Ari in her apartment. He thought of the safe house when she crooked her finger and he couldn’t wait to get to her. He thought of the motel when he climbed into the bed beside her to smell her hair. He could almost breathe.

  “Ari come here and climb on top of Vince,” Jordan said when he was all the way inside. Ari turned to him. When she saw what he was doing she was stunned for a moment. Vince began to curse, loudly. Ari was confused. Vince seemed in pain. But he was hard. And he rattled against the bed even louder.

  “Ari, do it.” Vince’s voice was ragged. He stopped fighting. “Do what he says.”

  “Face me, Ari,” Jordan urged her. “Climb on Vince.” She did as he said, positioning herself over him. She lowered her body so slowly his lips quivered with anticipation. Then he was inside her, and everything was better.

  Jordan rocked into him, and Ari’s strong body rode his manhood hard and fast. Vince couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his lips. It felt so bad and so good at the same time.

  “Kiss me, Ari,” Jordan ordered. “Kiss me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and passionately kissed him. Jordan’s hands were all over her back and her breasts. She rocked harder on Vince trying to find her release.

  It was all too much for Vince. He cried out as the orgasm hit him hard. The muscles in his anus contracted around Jordan’s throbbing cock, and he shot his load into Arianna with an “Oh, fuck!”

  It pushed Ari over the edge as well. He could see her body trembling with it, and felt her muscles tighten around him just as Jordan must have felt as well. And then Jordan cried out as he came inside Vince. He stayed inside him as he caught his breath. Vince struggled against the cuffs and against the thoughts running through his mind.

  Arianna hurried toward her bathroom, and left the men alone on the bed. “You’ve waited this long for payback?” Vince realized why he did what he did. He remembered back to the hotel room in Bluefield. Jordan had been so confused and scared. He knew Vince hurt Arianna when he took her anally, but he couldn’t stop having sex with Ari to stop Vince. It felt too good. “I didn’t hurt her Jordan,” Vince argued. But he knew he did. The first anal always hurt. But Vince was too caught up in the moment, having two willing young hotties who would do anything for him.

  “I didn’t hurt you either; Vince,” Jordan mocked. “At least you’ve done it before.”

  Vince had no idea it bothered Jordan that much. He never talked about it, and Vince only did it a few times after that. The first time, though, was to prove his dominance over Ari and Jordan. Jordan did it for the same reason. And Vince hated him. Vince hated him even more when he pulled his long dick out of Vince’s ass; it hurt like a bitch. But Jordan was right; he’d done it before, many times. And Ari had not.

  Ari returned from the bathroom, and Jordan hurried to take her place. “Wow, that was intense, huh?” Ari asked as she crawled into the bed beside Vince and curled her body around him.

  “Yea, intense,” Vince echoed. He lay there with his arms hanging limply against the cuffs, and fought tears. He shouldn’t have done that at the hotel, he told himself over and over. This was his punishment. But he just wished it hadn’t happened on the night of Ari’s graduation, and the last night they might spend together for a while. It was supposed to be magical.

  “Ari, could you please release me,” Vince asked as he heard her shower come on.

  Chapter Two

  Arianna and Vince ended up sleeping in Ari’s bed. Vince spooned her body against his, his face buried in her hair. He couldn’t turn off his mind though. He wondered again if he could trust Jordan. He knew that Jordan would do anything to keep Arianna safe, but would he protect Vince the same way? At one time Vince would have said yes, but now he wasn’t so sure.

  And he couldn’t stop thinking about Damien Tremblay’s eyes on Arianna, how they were filled with rage. Vince was sure he blamed Jordan for his mother’s death, and maybe he was angry at Arianna because she went free. Would he try to interfere with their new job? Would he try to make their first assignment miserable?

  He was back in that precarious position of protecting Arianna from the unknown. At least he would be with her, Vince reminded himself as he snuggled closer into her body. He breathed in the familiar scent of her hair: coconut. His hands trailed idly over her body.

  As Vince fell asleep he heard Jordan joining them in bed, on Ari’s other side. He felt his arm wrap around her waist, and try to pull her closer. But Vince had her, and he wasn’t letting go for anything. So Jordan scooted closer to her, and leaned his forehead against hers.

  The next morning Arianna still didn’t understand that anything was wrong between Vince and Jordan. She thought what happened was something exciting, different and new that the three of them had tried together. Only Vince and Jordan knew the truth. Jordan’s transformation wasn’t complete, but he was a different man. Vince didn’t like him; and Vince was pretty sure Jordan didn’t like Vince much either.

  Vince felt it as soon as he walked into the gourmet kitchen the next morning. Ari was dressed in the suit she wore to court several months ago. He remembered picking it out with Jordan. She sat at the table trying to reassure her mother. “I’ll be fine,” she said as she reached over to grab her mom’s hand. “Vince and Jordan aren’t going to let anything happen to me. And you might not know it, but I can take care of myself.” Ari didn’t have to remind anyone in the room that she had been The Executioner.

  Jordan made pancakes, Ari’s favorite. He wore black pants and a white shirt unbuttoned to show the defining line between his pecs. He’d set three place settings on the table. Vince rolled his eyes as he grabbed himself a plate and some silverware. Vince bought a single service coffee maker, and he placed a pack of coffee in the machine and a cup under it. Then he looked up quickly and caught Jordan staring at him; the emotion in his eyes made Vince gasp.

  “What’s wrong?” Ari asked.

  “Nothing,” Vince shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong.” But he continued to stare at Jordan until he looked away.

  “Pancakes,” Jordan said sweetly, and placed a plateful on the table, and one heart shaped pancake on Ari’s plate.

  “Ah, that’s so sweet,” Ari exclaimed when she saw it. Jordan kissed her forehead.

  Vince frowned and stared into his coffee. “I’m not hungry,” he sighed. “I think I’ll head upstairs and finish dressing.” But he already had on his jacket and his tie. Ari was too busy with her heart-shaped pancake to notice. But Charlotte did.

  “We leave in twenty minutes,” Jordan said as he sat down in the chair that Vince vacated.

  “Okay,” Vince nodded as he walked out of the room.

  They dropped Charlotte at the airport with promises to keep in contact as much as they could. Ari would be trotting around the globe, after all.

  “Keep your chin up,” Charlotte said to Vince when she hugged him. And then she hugged Ari one last time, and she was gone.

  After that they headed to their first meeting with their new boss. A receptionist showed them to an empty office with its own bathroom and mini conference room. The only furnishings in the office were two desks facing each other, complete with computer hardware.

  “Where’s the other desk,” Ari wondered.

  “Jordan’s keeping his office in the basement,” Dutton said from the open doorway. “He’s too valuable to other agencies.” He walked into the room, and he commanded attention. Not because of how he looked; he looked normal. He had a head full of grey hair and faded blue eyes. But his attitude announced that he was a big deal. He was accompanied by an assistant who carried several items. Apparently he was too important to carry his own folders.

  “Oh,” Ari sounded disappointed. She swung the chair back and forth like she’d never been in one before, and then Vince realized that she’d never had an office. She had a base: a nearly empty apartment on the outskirts of the suburbs.

>   “So this will be your office while you’re not on assignment. You’ll have paperwork, not much but some. And you’ll need these.” His assistant handed him two envelopes, one with Vince’s name, the other Ari’s.

  Inside each were an international cell phone, and a credit card. Ari’s also contained a passport. Apparently Vince told someone she’d had hers taken. And then the best part: plane tickets. She excitedly opened the small envelope and read the tiny type. “Singapore?” She was nearly as disappointed as when she found out Jordan wouldn’t share an office with them.

  “Singapore is a beautiful country,” Dutton informed her. “It’s got some incredible beaches. But there’s a dark side to Singapore. It’s one of the main destinations for human trafficking, and with that comes men who do things they shouldn’t.” He motioned to his assistant, who handed a manila folder to each of them.

  Ari opened it and found pictures of three men. One was an average looking man in his mid forties. Another was an older gentleman, possibly in his sixties. And the last was a handsome young man, probably thirty or so, with dark brown hair and green eyes.

  “Don’t let his looks fool you, Ms. Becker. He’s the worst of them,” Dutton said over her shoulder. She glanced up at him, and then read some of his bio. He was wanted for production of child pornography and several counts of sexual contact with a child under the age of ten.

  Dutton could hear her teeth grinding. “Do keep him in one piece, if at all possible,” he said with something close to a chuckle. It sounded as if he didn’t care if she killed him or not.

  “Can I take my guns and my knives?” She wondered.

  “Probably won’t be able to take them on the plane, but once you get there you’ll have an FBI contact who will get you whatever you need.” Ari nodded. She would at least take her cases for her knives.

  “You two will be staying at a beautiful seaside hotel, huts really. You’ll be the happy newlyweds.” He said with another laugh. “I’m sure you two can manage that.”