Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
VIVIAN
Two guards stand beside a thick, metal interior door. With Jace’s nod, they unlock it, letting it creak open on its hinges.
The rotten smell hits me first, followed by the sight of the almost-naked man chained to the far wall as lights flicker on.
They buzz, blinking to life like David’s swollen eyelids.
His wrists are shackled in long chains, secured to the concrete wall. He’s lying on a bare mattress on the floor, a humiliating orange bucket beside him.
That’s the smell. One of the guards removes it, and the other replaces it with an unused one.
Immediately, it’s fresher in here.
An empty tray with a sandwich crust and a knocked-over plastic cup rest beside David as he scrambles to his feet, his shocked stare finding focus on us.
The guards must’ve fed him before they put the red ball gag in his mouth. David’s drooling over it, screaming with his glare aimed at me.
But it’s hard to take him seriously in his cartoon character boxers. I never could. Why he thought dressing like a petulant boy attracted adult women always confounded me.
But now?
Who cares?
I twiddle my fingers. “Like what you’ve done with the place. It’s giving très-fuck-you vibes.”
Zar snorts, and Nick glares as David shrieks at me. It’s all garble and drool.
Jace saunters over to the metal table against the left wall. On it lie David’s clothes, neatly folded. His suitcase from Florida zipped open for inspection, his phone and pink corduroy fanny pack resting on top.
But that’s not what Jace goes for.
He starts to unroll a black leather knife bag, revealing an array of sharp metal implements that widen my eyes.
“Wow, David.” I have no filters, only victory in my voice. “You’ve really pissed off the wrong man this time.” Snapping my fingers, I point at Jace. “Correction: that’s my big, hot man who has a few questions for you.”
“Furrrrr uuuuu,” David drivels.
Whoops, he didn’t think that slurred slur through.
Jace walks over and back slaps his face so hard that it sounds like he broke one of David’s teeth.
Eerily calm, Jace vows, “Speak to my woman again that way, and I’ll cut your tongue out and make you eat it.”
David whimpers as Jace grabs a shiny knife from the table before returning to loom over him. Skimming the sharp blade over David’s childish underwear, Jace sneers, smiling. “Nod if you’re my bitch now.”
He slices open David’s boxers, his shriveled dick falling out as David nods, pissing himself a little.
My heart starts racing.
I’m not scared; I’m seduced.
On my left, Nick guards me, and on my right, stands Zar.
Leaving David with bloody spit dripping over his gag and standing in a puddle of his piss, Jace turns and walks my way.
Lifting my left hand, he kisses my bare wedding finger before he guides me to join him, steps in front of our captive.
I know what Jace is doing. He’s giving me my first dose of the drug. The addiction he and his brothers have to vigilante justice. He wants me to do this. Moreso, he wants me to relish this.
It’s power.
It’s intoxicating.
Jace moves to stand behind me. Wrapping his hand around my waist, he pulls me against him, and I stifle a gasp, feeling how hard he is for this, so thick and demanding.
Oh my god, Jace is a savage.
And I’m loving it.
“Now, my queen”—his fingertips softly trail down my throat—“tell the little boy why he’s my bitch.”
I glare at David, who’s watching Jace begin his feast on my neck. Possessively kissing, licking, biting. Jace asked me to wear my hair in a ponytail for him today, and now I know why.
He’s making goose bumps bloom over my flesh.
I open my neck, letting Jace devour me as I glare at David. “You’re here, little boy, for that video you took of me without my consent. As you can see, I asked my man and his crew to take it back.”
I’m wearing a soft cotton T-shirt minidress. One of a dozen I own. This one is fitted. It’s pure white and pure revenge as Jace’s claim makes my nipples pearl so hard beneath its tight fabric.
My pussy rouses, revengeful, knowing David is witnessing the effect Jace has on me.
An effect he never had.
I try to focus, but it’s hard. Hard like Jace’s massive cock, rutting into my backside as his possessive hand reaches around, teasing my nipples right in front of my evil ex. “He… he… fuck, my king.” I sigh for Jace. “You’re making my pussy so wet.”
“Whose pussy?” Jace pinches my nipple, and I gasp.
“Your pussy, my king.”
“That’s right.” Jace rubs the aching flesh he just pinched. “Now tell the little bitch boy what we did for my queen.”
Payback and passion thrum in my veins.
I make David behold the lust in my eyes for Jace’s control as I tell him, “They secured the servers housing an illegally obtained image of me. One taken with the intent to cause me physical, emotional, economic, and reputational harm.”
I know the law as much as I know my pussy tingles for Jace. He won’t stop devouring my neck and playing with my nipples.
Lifting the hem of my dress, he plunges his hand underneath my white cotton panties, rousing my clit and courage.
I moan as Jace starts to finger fuck me right in front of David because I want him to. Stepping my legs farther apart, I shamelessly ride Jace’s hand while I grind my ass against his hard cock, making him groan over my flesh.
“See, little boy,” I taunt David, “this is how a real man does it. He gives, and he doesn’t take. He loves, and he doesn’t hurt.”
David yells something garbled, but I can’t hear it over Jace’s moan as he pinches my nipple with one hand and strums my hard clit with the other.
“Oh fuck yes,” I rasp, “and he fucks you like this. So good and with no shame. It’s all consent, all pleasure because this is his cunt. It belongs to him.”
I reach down, tugging my panties aside so David can suffer, seeing how Jace is claiming my pussy. How he’s plunging two fingers inside me.
It makes Jace growl as I boldly roll my hips, fucking his hand as much as he’s fucking me.
“I belong to Jace.” I let my ex hear my breath changing. I make him watch how quickly Jace can make me come. But I edge. I indulge. “And if he finds out there’s another copy of that video somewhere of his woman, you’re dead.”
I watch David’s eyes.
They’re glaring jealously at Jace’s hand between my thighs before they meet my stare and stubbornly lock on it.
Unfortunately, I know David.
I know how to read his beady stare, his bratty face, his volatile moods before he has a tantrum.
He’s hiding something.
“If you don’t tell me where your copy is, it’ll be your slow, painful death,” I warn as I reach down, cupping my hand over Jace’s. “My man will torture you every day for a year while he fucks me every night.”
Sliding my finger over Jace’s slick digits, I proudly sink mine together with his inside my cunt. “And just know, my man has a huge cock; he has to go slow so I can stretch for it. But I’m such a proud slut for him, I want him to fuck every hole that belongs to him.”
“Oh fuck, yes, baby,” Jace growls. “Tell him. Tell him how I’ll fuck his ass up every day before I fuck yours every night.”
Jace starts to pound our hands into my sex, the smacking sound getting me off along with his palm, spanking my clit.
“Tell him.” I’m edging. I’m reveling. I’m warning David. “Tell him if we have all the videos, or you die.”
It’s subtle. The naked eye wouldn’t catch it, but my photographer’s focus does. Barely, David flicks his glance to the right before it’s back on me.
“His phone,” I tell Nick and Zar.
I’m not ashamed of them seeing this. They’ll be my kings too. We’ll share so much.
I hear Nick’s heavy footfalls near the table. “Got it.”
“Passcode,” Zar demands, forgetting David can’t speak. He can only whine over his gag.
“Sixty-nine, sixty-nine, sixty-nine.” But I know his passcode. Dumbasses are too predictable.
“We’re in,” Nick confirms about the phone, and I go lax, roused and ready for revenge. Ready to come over Jace’s hand.
“Oh god, my man is so good.” I smirk at David as I praise Jace. “He fucked me three times last night. His huge cock makes my pussy so sore, but he makes me come so many times, he’s worth it.”
Jace listens to me, reads me, knows me. He changes his touch from ripping an orgasm from my body to lusciously rubbing one out. He softens his touch, making me close my eyes and fall back into his huge, hard heat.
He gives me all the time in the world, but I don’t need it. I only need Jace, who coaxes over my ear, “Show the little man-child how your pretty pussy loves to come for your big daddy.”
“Oh fuck.” My hand, holding my panties aside, starts to shake. My thighs begin to tremble. My power rising to its highest point, I force my lustful gaze on the one who tried to take this from me while I let my man give it back.
“That’s it, Vivian.” Jace suddenly curls his fingers inside me, rubbing with exquisite pressure. “Tell him how you’re safe with me, how you have no shame with me.”
The pleasure is almost blinding; it’s lighting up my nerves. My core tightens, pussy clenching, body quaking. “Yes, my king.”
“Good girl.” Jace presses his warm, whiskered lips to my ear, his fingers pinching my nipple, his other hand suddenly pounding my cunt so hard. “Now tell him how I’ll let all my men fuck you privately while I proudly protect your pussy like a fucking queen.”
“Oh god.” I can imagine it. Trust it. Love it. It makes me burst over Jace’s hand, flooding his palm. My knees give out, but he holds me up. It takes me a second to breathe, to realize. “Oh my god, Jace, did you just make me squirt?”
He turns me around, answering with his hungry kiss.
David’s muffled curses try to steal this moment from us, but he can’t.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nick with his arms wrapped around Zar, holding Zar’s back to his chest. Nick is exactly like his brother Jace, devouring his queen’s neck while he pleasures him. He’s stroking Zar’s exposed cock that’s jutting hard, watching us.
Pridefully, I lower to my knees, ignoring the sound of David’s gagged shouts, protesting and yanking on his chains as I kneel in the puddle of what Jace gave to me.
That was my first squirt but not my last with him, I’m sure.
In seconds, Jace’s hard cock is free of his pants and in my thirsty mouth.
If his frightening size doesn’t make my ex permanently shrivel, the way I proudly gag on Jace’s cock right in front of him will.
I can’t take Jace’s entire length, but I try. I gaze up at him with tears streaming from the corner of my eyes as I grab his ass and make him fuck my face.
Jace fists my ponytail, holding back, I know, but he’s taking what he can, claiming what I can give.
“You’re such a good girl for me, Vivian, sucking your Daddy’s big dick,” he praises as I reach down, moaning, fingering my tingling pussy. I’m going to come again, just staring up at him and choking on his cock. Of proudly doing something my ex tried to shame me for, but with Jace, I’m free.
“Fuck yes, baby,” Jace boasts. “That moan. That pussy. That ass. Those tits. You belong to me, don’t you? Show the little man-child how a woman takes care of her man when he worships her.”
Over my ex’s whimpers, I make a show of licking Jace’s cock, of dragging my tongue up the thick vein in his shaft to circling his wide crown before I taunt, “Yes, Daddy. You always make me come like a good girl for you.”
Jace’s nostrils flare, his cock swelling.
This isn’t like last night when it was love, lust, and his complete surrender to me.
This is Jace’s claim. His power. This is a giant bull, proving he’s a beast.
Jace taunts, “Maybe if he had fucked properly, you wouldn’t be needing my huge cock to fuck you so hard every night.
” Glaring at David, I take as much as I can, proudly gagging on Jace’s cock for effect.
It makes Jace reach down, cupping my open jaw.
“Then again, my queen deserves a real man. She needs my cock to fill her with cum, doesn’t she? ”
I moan loudly, fingering myself proudly, hearing the clanking of chains, but they’re not just David’s, they’re mine, falling away.
“That’s it, Vivian. Take it. Suck my dick in front of everyone like a good girl.” Jace gazes down at me, his thighs twitching, his breath huffing. “Oh, fuck yes, baby. So good. Make him watch me come down your throat.”
Jace grunts, and the moment I taste his hot, spurting, salty cum, I come. Shuddering with an orgasm, I open my mouth, letting Jace relish the sight of his creamy seed pooling over my tongue before I let it spill over my lips, his milky drops painting my dress.
I turn to David, who’s glaring, huffing, and drooling as I swallow Jace’s cum before I proudly lick it off my lips and taunt, “Only my king gets my pictures now.”
Gently, Jace pulls me to my feet. Without hesitation, he kisses me deeply, groaning at his taste in my mouth before he pulls back.
Reaching his hand out, he tells Nick, “Hand me that phone.”
I turn and realize Nick has taken care of Zar. Zar’s smiling, spent, and neatly tucked back into his pants.
Nick complies, pulling the phone from his pocket and handing it to Jace.
Jace takes my hands, securing it in my grasp. “This belongs to you, my queen, and no one else.”
I’m so overwhelmed by the moment, my freedom, and our love, I don’t need to check the phone.
When we return to Jace’s truck, I secure it in my camera bag and don’t look back.