Don’t You Pucking Dare (The Blackridge Reapers #2)

Chapter 16

I guide Lola through the tunnels, her steps uncertain beneath the blindfold. Her trust is almost touching— she has no idea she's walking into her worst nightmare.

The chamber opens before us, filled with silent figures in masks. Red for the elders, black for pledges like me. Jack hangs from the ceiling beam, barely conscious from our earlier conversation. All according to plan.

I sit Lola in the best seat in the house and then remove her blindfold. Her breath catches as she takes in the sight. It must be like something from her darkest dreams—masked men in an underground chamber, Jack strung up like a sacrifice. I lean close, lips brushing her ear. "Not a sound, Duchess."

Her eyes stay locked on Jack. Good. She needs to understand what happens when someone crosses the Reapers. When someone touches what belongs to me.

"Welcome to our darkness, Duchess. This is what happens when you play games with monsters."

I pick up the pipe wrench and glance at Lola who is staring at me with a terrified look. I smile at her, hoping she takes me fucking seriously from this moment on. The sound the pipe makes against Jack's ribs echoes like a gunshot. Blood wells and bruises instantly color his skin, but I’m not trying to break bones–– just trying to make a statement known.

Lola flinches but stays silent. Smart girl. Caleb is in the corner, watching me intently. Noah has no remorse as he stands in the corner with his red mask.

I should feel something, beating and watching my brother Reaper suffer. But all I can think about is Lola’s pussy on Jack’s face and then him following her to get her alone. Pulling the gun stunt is a step too far. That made his intentions crystal fucking clear but little did he know Lola isn’t a soft, vulnerable girl. She’s down and dirty with secrets I can’t wait to uncover. I glance at her now, and her face has hardened. She approves of this. Sick bitch. Jack makes eye contact with me, not showing any weakness. I glare at him. This is what betrayal costs in our world. I hit him again.

His grunts fill the silence and I think I’ve probably beat him enough. When I first received Lola’s email, it wasn’t pretty. It took a lot to get Jack tied up.

"Thank you to all of you who decided to join us tonight… Jack hanging up there," I say proudly, snapping a picture of him with my phone. "Is the perfect symbol of what happens when you touch what isn’t yours. It’s easy to forget when you have pussy right in front of your face, taunting your demented fucking head, but do not forget that Miss Lola Kemper…" I glance at her and point at her with the pipe. "Duchess is mine and only mine. And I’ll be damned, Jack, if I let you touch what’s mine." A swift punch to the gut and he’s fucking coughing. I circle him and then stop, staring at my Duchess.

"Duchess," I shout with my arms open. "You’re only going to answer me with a yes or no because you see these guys behind me?" I point to the elders, Noah included. "They do not tolerate long explanations. So first question, baby…" I slowly walk over to her, staring at the pipe. "Do you…" I slide the pipe down Jack’s torso, "want to fuck Jack?"

She’s nervous as she glances at Jack and then back at me. A flash of fear crosses her face, and it makes me fucking hard to witness.

"No," she whispers.

I almost laugh, but I don’t. The Reapers want proof that Jack disobeyed orders and interfered with my mission.

I add, "But wasn’t that you who wore lingerie, asked your roommate to invite him over for a threesome, and sat on his face while you kissed Kiah?"

She nods. "Yes."

"Don’t you belong to me though, Duchess?" I ask, cocking my head at her.

Anger is simmering underneath her fear.

"Yes," she says.

Good fucking girl.

A wave of excitement rolls over me as I stare at her.

"Did you arrange that night, trick Jack into coming over, because you… were taunting me?"

She stares straight into my eyes. "Yes."

I stare back. I pull the gun from my back. "Is this the gun he used to threaten you tonight?"

She looks at the gun as I point it at Jack’s head.

"Yes."

I laugh as I look Jack in the eye. "Duchess, do you know that he would’ve fucked you with this gun if you stayed?"

She shakes her head quickly.

I aim right above Jack’s head and pull the trigger. Her eyes flutter at the sound. The gun doesn’t shoot.

I smile. "It’s empty, but I already knew that."

I throw the gun to Noah and crouch in front of Lola.

"Now tell me in more words, what you think your punishment should be."

"My punishment?" she echoes, stunned.

I glare at her, unamused. "Pretty sure you were seducing Jack here. Now look at him. It takes two to tango, Duchess. What the fuck should your punishment be?"

She stutters, "I–I don’t know… nothing?"

I stand and chuckle. "Nothing?" I wipe my face in frustration. "Nothing."

She shouts, "I was mad at you, so I tried to get your attention."

I snicker, looking over my shoulder at her. "Oh, Duchess, you already had my full attention. Elaborate for everyone here."

She glares at me, biting her lip.

I threaten, "Don’t make me––"

"I wanted you to fuck me… Brody."

I hide my smile. Now we’re getting somewhere. I take off my shirt. "And who do you belong to, Miss Lola Kemper?"

"You… Brody Black."

I glance at the elders, keeping my back to her. "And are you willing to do anything to make it up to me?"

She’s hesitant so I turn around to look at her. When she doesn’t answer, I yell, "Are you willing to do anything to fucking make it up to me?"

Her eyes look past me at the elders, and her fear is obvious.

I lean down in her face and say, "Yes or no, or I’ll make the decision for you."

"Yes," she murmurs.

I stare into her eyes and then kiss her. She kisses me back, leaning into me. I stand her up with her hands still tied behind her back. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"Do you want to fuck me, Duchess?" I ask.

She whispers, "Not here."

I lean my forehead against hers and say, "I need them to know you’re mine, baby. You don’t have a fucking choice."

I lift her shirt up to her neck, revealing perfect fucking tits. I suck and then bite them, making her moan echo through the chambers. I turn her around, holding her tight against my body, pushing my dick against her back.

"Lola Kemper belongs to me! And I’m going to fucking prove it. She’s mine and only mine."

I remove her wrists from the tie, and I pull her back to my lips. Her kiss is passionate as her fingers run through my hair. Then she’s touching my body. I pull her yoga pants down, revealing her ass to Jack, Caleb, and the elders. They’re all watching.

Our kiss breaks, and she’s staring up at me with fuck-me-eyes as she unbuttons my jeans. She tugs them down along with my boxers. When my dick swings out, her mouth is devouring me. She starts choking on it as I look up at the guys, making it known who the fuck she belongs to.

When she starts working her tongue, I guide her head and enjoy it for a minute. She’s really trying to make it up to me. I hold her head in place and fuck her throat, cutting off her air supply. Then I pull out and stand her up. I yank the yoga pants down to her ankles and turn her around. She’s soaking fucking wet for me. I bend her over and aim my dick at her entrance.

I slide slowly into her, savoring how tight her pussy is. She grips onto the table in front of her and moans so fucking good.

"You’re so fucking tight for me, Duchess. My dick can only go halfway."

She starts working her hips, allowing me in a little deeper. Her wet pussy feels like fucking heaven as I groan.

"Fuck," she moans. "Oh, fuck, Brody. Go slow."

I wrap my hand around and find her clit. "I’ll fucking go as fast or slow as I want, understand?"

She nods, allowing me in a little more.

"That’s it, Duchess. Take all of my dick like a good fucking girl." I grab her neck now that I’m all the way in. "Who the fuck do you belong to?"

"You. Only you."

I smile, pounding into her as she cries out. She holds onto the table with white knuckles, trying to hold herself still as I pound into her. She’s moaning and crying out.

"Oh, fuck, Brody. Your dick is so fucking big. Do you love fucking me?"

Fucking whore. I don’t answer as I start pulling on her hair to even out the balance. She’s about to fall over, but she feels too fucking good to stop.

"My pussy fucking loves your dick," she moans.

Someone makes a noise, so it catches our attention. Lola flips them off as she moans. I take that finger and force her to play with her clit.

I grab her neck and say, "Only focus on me."

She pushes her ass against me and says, "How could I not?" She’s moaning, working her hips. "Are you going to come inside of me?"

I fuck her harder, faster because the sound of that is pure bliss. "You need to orgasm first, Duchess."

I nod at Caleb. "Pass me the vibrator." Caleb turns it onto the highest mode, handing it to me. I had this all planned out beforehand. Everyone will hear her scream my fucking name and my name only.

I press the vibrator against her clit, telling her to grab it. Her whole pussy vibrates as I continue to fuck it, her hips are bucking, and the sounds coming from her voice is like a song. She’s immediately starting to crumble.

“Shit, Brody. Oh, fuck!"

"That’s it, baby. Let everyone know who the fuck you belong to!"

I bite her shoulder, gripping her ass as I fuck her so fucking hard that she’s crying out my name in song form.

When I’m just about to come, her orgasm releases and she squirts all over me. It’s so fucking hot, I release my come inside of her pussy but don’t fucking stop until she throws the vibrator across the room and her body melts into mine.

The second I’m out, she turns around and presses her sexy tits against my chest, yanks my head down, and kisses me. I kiss her back, reaching for her soaking pussy. I take my come that’s dripping out and finger it back inside of her. It’s not enough, so I lift her around my waist and slip back inside. She moans into my mouth as I start to fuck my semen back inside of her.

"This pussy belongs to me, Duchess."

She kisses me in response. I walk her to the dentist chair in the middle of the room and fuck her a little bit more before setting her on her feet. I pull her pants up for her and yank her shirt down then mutter, "Now for your punishment."