“She’s fine, she was just a little upset to find us gone. I did like you guys said though, I didn’t let on about what’s going on.” Let’s hope she never finds the holes from the slugs I’d put in that asshole last night.
“Good, I’ll talk to her myself and let her know what’s going on but we don’t want her any more involved than she has to be for her own safety. You cool, we straight?”
“Yeah I’m good, but the girls are a little spooked. Logan and Connor really let them have it and I think they think you were gonna really hurt her.”
“Nah, her pride maybe a little, but I will never harm your sister, not ever.” The boy didn’t have to know what kind of hell I was about to rain down on her ass.
Back inside Vicky gave me a covered dish. “This is for Susie, yours is on the table.”
“She’s fine.” That’s all I said as I took the dish from her and put it back. I didn’t touch the meal she’d set out for me either. I’d just come here to get away from my house and my thoughts for a minute.
Everyone was so subdued it was almost comical and I could see the truth in Davey’s words by the tearstains on the women’s faces. Good, it’s about damn time they took this shit seriously.
I didn’t hang around long. I still had shit to do. Because of this we’d cut into our time. We still had to make preparations to leave, like seeing about putting someone in charge of the jobs we had lined up and packing up what we may need once we left the compound.
I had no doubt that Mancini had everything we could possibly need in his little hideaway, but we knew our stuff and I’m sure would be more comfortable with that. I hung around long enough to find out if they’d spoken to Law and Creed about the move and bounced. I guess that was all taken care of then. In the next few days, we would all meet somewhere and get this shit over with once and for all.
No one said anything when I headed back out the door into the night. I’d let them draw their own conclusions. She should be just about ready for what came next is what I was thinking when I went through the door and headed for the playroom.
It hadn’t been that long, maybe an hour. But I didn’t want to leave her with that water dripping for too long. I wasn’t trying to drive her crazy, but I hope to fuck she learned this lesson well. I wasn’t too jazzed about having to go here with her again anytime soon.
She tried picking her head up when I walked into the room but she had no strength left. Made me wonder what the fuck she’d been up to while I was gone. I stood over her and pulled the cock out of her pussy, fucking her with it again until she was about to cum.
I stopped just as I had before and leaned over to untie her arms and legs. Lifting her from the bed, I took her over to the punishment chair. I tied her hands around the front legs of the chair and lifted her legs into position, strapping them onto the chair back with her neck through the slats in back. I still hadn’t said a word to her, she didn’t deserve it; she’ll have to earn that shit again.
With her ass and pussy still plugged, I picked up the paddle and swatted her ass ten times hard until she was screaming around the gag in her mouth. When her ass was nice and red I turned out the lights and walked out of the room and went to my bed.
I closed my eyes and let the day wash away as I drifted off suddenly more tired than I had been in forever. I didn’t think about her in that room alone, it’s what she deserved, but I missed having her in my bed. Missed the warmth of her body cuddled next to mine. I will punish her for that as well, for depriving me of what was rightfully mine.
I’d been trying all along not to break her, but I see now that I was wrong. She’s too fucking headstrong. Today had proven that. And though I was willing to give her a little leeway, this shit must never happen again. By the time I’m through with her little Susie will be completely under my control, I will have nothing less.
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SUSIE
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Oh it hurts. My ass is on fire. I can’t feel my limbs and whatever he’d stuffed in me kept me on the edge of orgasm without offering relief. But worst of all was the pain in my heart. If I could I would beg and plead, apologize for my wicked ways, but he had gagged me.
The room was in total darkness. He had put some kind of blackout shield on the windows and not even a speck of light seeped in. Mercifully he had turned off the water in the next room because I don’t think I could’ve withstood that much longer.
I listened for any sound, any movement outside, but he had designed the room so that nothing got in or out. I wonder where he was, what he was doing? Did all this mean that he wouldn’t send me away? Or was this the last hurrah before he said enough and traded me in for a more obedient model?
The thought had tears springing to my eyes and put fear in my heart. I would die a thousand times if he left me. Why had I been so rash? What was I trying to prove? Had I hurt him? I know now that I had time to think that I had embarrassed him in front of the others and for these men that was a big no-no.
I felt horrible at the thought. And what about the girls, what had I brought down on their heads? My eyes were dry from too much crying and my skin itched from the drying tears but with my hands tied there was no way for me to scratch the itch. And now I have another worry. My bladder was full.
I had more than enough time to think as I was left there and none of it was good. He’s right and I was so wrong and if he gives me a chance I will never disobey him again. I begged his forgiveness a thousand times as I laid there hoping he’d come back, if only so I could see his face. Oh Cord.
I don’t know how long I was left there. It could’ve been days could’ve been hours. My limbs were long past the point of pain and numbness. He came into the room and released me from the chair, still with no words. After he untied my arms and legs I waited for the gag to go but he left that in place.
I tried talking to him with my eyes but he wouldn’t even look at me, it was as if I weren’t there. That hurt and I felt the pain in my depths. He finally removed the gag and I worked my jaw to get the feeling back. When he walked out of the room without another word I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Should I follow him?
I stood there in uncertainty for the longest while before building up the courage to leave the room. The hallway was in darkness and so was outside. It was still night. I made my way tentatively to the bedroom door my heart in my throat when I saw that it was closed. Nothing hurt more than turning the knob and finding it locked against me.
The little whelp of hurt was barely above a whisper as I slid down the wall. I sat there until my body wore out and I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. Then I laid across the floor at his door, finally broken. I had learned my lesson.
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CORD
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I almost stepped on her as I left the bedroom the next morning. I hadn’t given much thought to where she would spend the night after I’d shut her out of our bed, and looking down at her tearstained face I felt a little sadness at what I had had to put her through.
I wanted very much to reach down and pick her up in my arms and take her back to the bed and reassure her with sweet loving, but the punishment must fit the crime. So instead I walked around her and headed out the door to start my day.
I left the compound without telling her and went to work with my brothers who kept watching me like they were expecting me to blow or some fuck, but I kept myself well contained. I did what I came there to do to help set shit up for our leave and headed home at end of day.
The guys didn’t ask me anything about the situation, which saved me from planting my fist in someone’s face. “Cord, you okay?”
“Ty slammed into the front seat next to me.
“I’m cool.”
“That’s good. You guys coming to dinner tonight?” I guess that was his roundabout way of sticking his nose in my shit.
“I don’t think so.” He started to open his mouth but thought better of it and closed his trap.
I turned up the r
adio and sped through the streets to home before the other two in the back decided to start with me. Con and Lo just watched me as I headed to the house but neither of them approached.
She was sitting on the couch looking like a little lost puppy when I walked in. No one else was there. She looked up at me when I came through the door and I walked over to her. Her eyes widened when I stood over her, but I still wasn’t ready to give her my words.
Without uttering a word, I pulled her up from the couch and took her to the playroom. I didn’t give her any warning before I tore the clothes from her body and threw her on the bed. She was too scared to even look back at me.
I pulled her up on her hands and knees and drove my tongue into her pussy from behind, until she was wet. Still without uttering a word, I unzipped enough to release my cock before driving it into her. I forgot and went balls deep. Her scream this time was from the pain of my cock forcing itself through unused muscle and tissue.
I held off until she settled then with my fist in her hair proceeded to fuck the shit out of her. I can’t put a name to the sounds she was making, but they sounded just about right for the occasion. I wasn’t interested in her cumming though she did a time or two and because I hadn’t told her not to I let it slide.
I was more interested in my own release, the pent up fear and lust riding me hard as I fucked into her on autopilot. She screamed when I bit into her neck harder than usual and then again when I pounded her pussy to my own completion. I pulled out and got off the bed and headed for the shower.
When I came out there was dinner on the table and I just looked at her. She stood in the middle of the room not knowing where to look; her shoulders slumped. She picked her head up when she felt me looking at her and a more pitiful sight you have yet to see.
“Come here.” She started to walk towards me. “No, on your knees.” She gave me a wary look before understanding dawned and she got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to me.
“Did you have something you wanted to say to me?”
“Yes, I’m sorry sir it won’t happen again.” Her voice was hoarse from disuse and crying.
“Look at me.” She raised her eyes to mine and I waited until I was sure she saw what I needed her to. When she swallowed hard and her eyes welled up with tears, I knew she got the message.
“See that you don’t because if you ever put what’s mine at risk again I will fucking leave you. If you ever disrespect me again, no matter if it’s now or thirty years from now, the punishment will be the same. That little stunt cost you. Now get up there and eat.”
I didn’t join her at the table. I wasn’t hungry. She started to pick at her plate while I fixed myself a sandwich. “Eat Susana.” She jumped and picked up her fork. I ignored her tears as I stood at the kitchen island and ate.
She was unusually quiet the rest of the night but that was to be expected. Once again I left her without a word as I went out into the night to meet my brothers. I wasn’t sure how long my mad was gonna last, but I knew I wouldn’t be doing her any favors by letting her off the hook so easy. Which kind of fucked with my program.
There was something I had been planning, something I didn’t want to put off for too long, that I might have to now that I was punishing her ass. I didn’t want my kid conceived in anger. I wanted him or her to have at least a better shot than I ever did from beginning to end.
“What’s on for tonight?” I posed the question as soon as I joined the others in the yard. “I think we’ll stay close to home tonight. If all goes well we should be leaving in a few days. What say we make sure things around here are secure?” Logan looked to all of us for approval.
“Sounds good to me.” I wasn’t in the mood for much else.
We headed to command central at the mansion. Since we couldn’t take everything with us we had to make copies of what we may need. We were accustomed to travelling light but with women and a child involved that wasn’t going to be possible.
I decided to give the house a last run through upstairs and down. I entered the old man’s bedroom I think for the second time since we’d been here. I don’t think any of us had ever been in here except for in the very beginning when shit had started going south, and even then we’d done a quick walkthrough.
There was a huge portrait of the man himself hanging on the wall, which for some reason seemed out of place. The CO wasn’t the type, but then again, who can ever really know another person’s little idiosyncrasies?
I studied the image for a while wondering what it was about it and its placement that held my interest. But when there was no answer forthcoming I moved deeper into the room.
The place was just as he’d left it, or we hoped that was the case. We’d got here as soon as we could but it had still been a few days before we were able to get stateside at the time of his death.
If our enemies had suspected that the old man had been hiding anything here, then they would’ve already gone through the place. All the same I walked through the suite, from the bedroom to the sitting area and into the walk-in closet. I’ll save the bathroom for last.
I wasn’t exactly expecting to find anything, we’d already gone through the office and study and were still combing through both places, but maybe we’d been a bit lax in overlooking this space.
I ran my fingers along walls and knocked on alternating places for any hint of hollowness behind the walls. I tried to remember if there was anything that the old man had said, any hint coming onto the end that he knew what was coming.
There had to be something somewhere that we were missing. There’s no way the man we’d known had been so completely blindsided. He had to have known if not all, then some of it.
Ty came up to find me and he too looked a little uncomfortable being in here. “Find anything?”
“Nope, but I’ve been thinking, there has got to be something here. No way he didn’t leave us something, some crumb to follow. You really believe they got the drop on him like that?”
“Nah, I don’t think any of us do, but we’ve looked and so far haven’t really found anything that would shed any light, except for that cryptic shit about the kids maybe being his.”
“That’s just it Ty, we keep slipping. What was it he always said before we went on an Op?”
“Which one, that he can only give us the training but it was up to us how to use the tools? I don’t see the correlation bro.”
“Think about it. The old man never just told us shit he made us work for it. Everything was like a puzzle with him. Remember he said it was to keep our minds and skills sharp, so that we didn’t get too dependent on anyone else but ourselves when we were out in the dark.”
“So you think he knew but he didn’t just leave it out in the open for us to find? I just don’t see him dropping us in the middle of this hell without even a warning.”
“He didn’t but he would’ve known that they had eyes and ears on him and he wouldn’t leave it for just anyone to find either. He’d know that we’d figure it out eventually.”
That shit made sense, a lot of things were starting to make sense. “Get the others up here, it’s time we go through all this shit.” He went out on the landing and whistled for the others to come up.
Lo was the first one up the stairs. “Found something?” He did a double take at the portrait on the wall and brushed it off. It was good to see that I wasn’t the only one who found that shit odd, but we had more important shit to deal with now.
“Not yet, but we all know something’s got to be here and since this is the one place we haven’t really been through I suggest we start here.” He looked around the room with a nod. “Sounds good, maybe we should bring some equipment up here?” He was talking about shit that would see through walls and floors; find hidden rooms and shit.
“We might have to if it comes to that, but for now I say we just look in all the places we would’ve hidden some shit if it were us.” Of course that wouldn’t be any of the obvious places, like under th
e bed. But what if he thought no one would look there because it was the last place they’d expect him to?
We split the rooms and walked around every inch checking casements and panels. The old man was a neat freak so everything was pretty much in its place. I ran my hand under night tables and lamps; tested the floor for loose boards, nothing.
In the closet we tried pockets and pants linings and it was there we got lucky. “I knew it.” I wasn’t sure of what I’d found when I felt the passport sized booklet but it was sewn into the lining of his dress uniform.
“What you find?” Connor was the first one over. I opened the little book and my heart skipped a beat. “Codes.” We all walked back to the bedroom where the lighting was better.
“He left this for us, he knew.” We all took a moment to let that settle in. I don’t know which was sadder. That he knew his life might end? Or that he knew we might not be here to save him? There were pages and pages of codes, codes that only the seven men in this room would understand.
“Let’s go see what he was trying to tell us.” Logan sounded about how I felt, like I’d been kicked in the gut. Quinn just took the book and headed for the computer without saying a word as the rest of us followed.
The first page was about Stockton and his little operation. It was the first tip the old man had that something was fishy in his backyard. It seems we were right in the beginning, he had been smuggling drugs, but it was just a side benefit to something bigger.
He mentioned the human trafficking and hinted that there was a pattern starting to form that was starting to worry him. His exact words ‘I don’t like where this is going. It’s been years, I thought that whole thing was over with’.
We all looked at each other at a lost. We knew to a man that the old man had never been dirty a day in his life. But why wouldn’t he have told us about something like this if he’d suspected for so long?
There were lists of names. Men who had served with or under the old man and a list of female names that went with each. The same names that had been in that damn book!
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