8. ~Julian~
8
~Julian~
I was startled awake, my head snapping to the side, my cheek stinging.
“Finally,” a disgruntled voice spoke.
I blinked, trying to clear my vision.
My head was swimming.
I felt… light. And groggy too.
It was a real struggle to wake up properly, to even focus.
I was so fucking tired.
And my body was aching, especially my ribs.
I looked down, seeing a bloodied and bruised display all over them.
My shins were also scraped up pretty badly.
I went to move to get a look at my arms, only to find that I couldn’t move them.
I jolted in panic as I took in the sight of my arms pulled high above my head by cuffs fed into chains that were screwed into the ceiling. In my panic, I looked down to see that my ankles were also cuffed to the floor, my legs spread wide.
Hell, I was spread-eagled hanging in the middle of some room, dark red walls surrounding me, a concrete floor beneath my feet.
And I was stark naked.
No. No. No.
The crash… Angelo… had he actually—
I jolted again as he suddenly appeared in front of me.
He grasped my jaw and stared at me, searching my eyes for something.
“Maybe I gave you too many painkillers. I didn’t want your injuries being a detriment to what I planned to do with you.” He slapped my cheek, making me grunt. “Do you see me, Carver?”
“Yes,” I rasped, choking from uttering that one word with an extremely dry throat.
A bottle was shoved into my mouth in the next moment and then I was drinking down a lot of water, swallowing it desperately and choking at the same time, until it poured down my chin and over my bare chest.
It was dragged away, then put down on a black cabinet against a wall just a few feet from me.
I frowned as I was able to take in more of the space as I became a bit more lucid.
There was another set of chains against the wall to my left, a St. Andrew’s Cross to my right. A few feet from that was a spanking bench, along with some stocks. I craned my neck to see a round, spongy black bed in the corner.
“What’s going on? The crash? Bringing me here? What the fuck are you playing at?” I stared up at the chains, realizing that they were more than that. They were set up as some sort of pulley system, adjustable, fucking heavy-duty bondage restraints. Jesus.
“I told you before. Punishment, tesoro.”
“I’m not your treasure.”
“Hmm. So, you’ve picked up some Italian from your boys. Then in answer to your question: ai mali estremi, estremi rimedi.”
“These are more than drastic measures. You’re crossing so many lines here. Have you stopped and thought about that? The ramifications of you causing that crash, then kidnapping us? Us? Where is she, where’s Cat?”
“Let’s just say she’s being dealt with.”
“No!” I yelled, pulling at my binds. “Let her the fuck go! Don’t fucking touch her!”
“I barely laid a hand on her.” He smirked nastily. “I’m saving all of that for you.” As I continued yelling and pulling at the chains, the clanging echoing painfully through the space, he wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing hard enough to almost completely cut off my airflow. “Caterina isn’t here, so there’s nothing you can do. If you don’t calm down, I’ll sedate you again and you’ll be out for hours more. And how will that help anyone? Or, you focus on me and I’ll release you once I’ve gotten what I need.”
He was telling the truth about letting me go.
And he was also right about the sedation. If I calmed down and remained conscious, I could figure out a way to break from this insanity and track down Cat and break her free, too.
I stopped struggling.
“Good bitch,” he said, trailing his fingers over my cheek.
I jerked my head away.
“If you’re reacting negatively to that slight touch, what’s coming is going to be unbearable for you.”
“What are you talking about? Why did you bring me to this room?”
“Why do you think? To make you my little bitch, of course. Do you remember me telling you that on the road before I had you sedated?”
“Yes. Do you remember me telling you that you’re making a big mistake?”
He waved it off, literally, and gestured around the space. “This is part of my new sex club.”
“Sex club? This isn’t just your own personal BDSM dungeon?”
“No, it’s the real deal. Or it will be. This is the only room that’s been partially furnished so far. I don’t get a lot of time off from my work with Santino, so I do what I can.”
“Where is it? Inside the city?”
“The more undeveloped end of the entertainment district.”
“So this is your way of exploring all that closeted desire of yours,” I mused aloud. “Through intending to provide that outlet for others without actually indulging in it yourself and thereby outing yourself as bi? Santino won’t care, you do realize that? There are others in the Family who are—”
He slapped me across the face again.
“That’s my business.”
“Yet you’re clearly intending to make it mine by bringing me here to this room of yours and stringing me up naked.”
“I brought you here because you need to be punished. You tried to own me, dominate me. It’s your turn to suffer through that now.”
“I put you down because you came at me planning to do much worse.”
“I did, yeah.” He laughed. “Secret’s out, huh? You caught my eye the moment you started up Nocturne. I’ve been following you closely on social media for ages. Then you finally put yourself in my path at that business gala. Offered to top me and everything. Mmm, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, wanting to get you alone. Then when you hurt me, it all became so clear. What I’d do to you, what we’d explore together, how I’d dominate the fuck out of you.”
“You’re a Submissive.”
“The fuck I am.”
“There’s nothing wrong with—”
Another fucking slap stung my cheek. “Shut the fuck up with that.”
“There’s a big difference between being a Dominant and a bully,” I warned him.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. It’s an exchange of power, not a fucking power grab. You guide and protect your Sub. It requires trust and consent. None of that is present here.”
“Hmm, you won’t give me your consent?”
“No. Now stop this and release me.”
He smirked at me. “You look nervous. Can’t say I’ve ever seen that from you before. It can’t be the naked thing, you’re very comfortable with your body—your social media says it all where that’s concerned. Can’t be the chains because, again, you’re comfortable with that.”
“I’m here under duress! What the hell else would it be?” Jesus Christ Almighty.
“It’s more than that.” He pressed his hand to my chest. “Wow, your pulse is racing. You’re scared all right. Actually, terrified is more accurate. Because of him, isn’t it? Gabriel Carver?”
I froze at his words.
“Yeah, there it is. Right on, huh? I told you, I’ve been into you for a while. It means I looked into you. Deeply. I know a shitload about it and what happened to you. It’s gonna make this so much easier.”
“Make what? What exactly is your plan?” I forced out, trying to think of anything except for my father and everything that came along with venturing down that path.
“To break you, of course. That’s your punishment.”
I swallowed hard.
He flicked my nipple hoops in turn, sending unwelcome jolts of sensation through me. “Like I’ve said, I’m gonna make you my little bitch, Carver.” His creepy gaze roamed over me. “Dripping with sex, aren’t you?” He ran his hands over my pecs, down to my abs, making me squirm. “This body was made for fucking.” His eyes flicked to mine. “Let’s say we see just how much it can take.”
Wow, all the clichéd dirty shit was coming out now as he was very worryingly getting more turned on by the second. “Let’s not.”
“No?”
“No,” I ground out. “Get your hands off me.”
“You’re being so rash about this. Are you certain that it wouldn’t actually be consensual on your part?”
“Like I said, get your fucking hands off me.”
“My hands, huh?” He pushed into me, making me feel his very hard dick through his pants. “How’s this instead?” he said, grinding against mine, sending shocks through me that I didn’t want to be feeling, especially not in response to something this psychopath was doing to me.
“Get off me.”
“Why? I can feel you responding to me.”
“It’s just a physical reaction.”
“Soon that won’t be the case.” He jerked down his pants and pulled his dick out, then he wrapped his hand around both our lengths, forcing them together, and making me hiss as I felt him skin-to-skin. Then he started jerking us both. “You have such a pretty cock. And all this jewelry… feels fucking amazing,” he said, using my piercings for his own pleasure as he ground against them.
I tried to squirm away, but he grabbed my ass with his free hand, dug his nails into my right ass cheek, and used the hold to keep me steady to him.
He picked up his pace, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to block him out.
“No, you don’t,” he said, his hand leaving my ass and fisting in my hair instead, making my eyes snap back open with the harshness of his grip as he pulled painfully. He held my head steady, forcing me to look into his eyes as he continued jerking our cocks, becoming rougher and harsher with every moment that went by. “No denying it. I want you to know it’s me who did this to you. I want you to feel every moment of it and have it ingrained deep down, so you’ll never be able to fucking forget that I made you my little bitch.”
“Stop this insanity.”
“Just getting started… ungh… yeah… that’s it… just a little more. Look at you getting so hard for me. That’s hot as fuck. Oh, shit… shit.”
He yelled out his release, removing his hand and stepping back just in time so he could spray his fucking cum on my cock, coating it all over.
He patted my jaw. Hard. “Good little bitch.”
“You’ll never survive this. I promise you that.”
He fisted my hair again and licked the length of my cheek, sending a shudder through me. “Aww, don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. I want you to,” he said, as he started stroking my jaw slowly. “I want you to hate that you enjoy it. Given that you’re a sex addict, should be easy enough for me to pull that from you. I’m actually surprised you didn’t already come, but I guess you just need a whole lot more first.” He released me abruptly, then slapped my balls brutally, earning a yell from me. “It will prove impossible for you to resist soon enough. Mmm, yes, you’ll break for me so beautifully.”
I bucked in the restraints, roaring out into the room.
His laugh rang out. “Excellent start. Fucking perfect.”
“Don’t fucking do this! Don’t!” I found myself screaming.
He ignored it and walked around me, pulling something from his pocket. I heard it rip when he was right behind me, and then something slick touched my asshole. “Did your Daddy play with you here? Is it off the table now? Some Dominants take it up the ass and—”
“Stop! You’re taking this way too far. This is beyond settling a score or some fucking punishment. There’s no honor in this. None!”
“Honor?” he scoffed. “You’ve been spending far too much time with Nico Marchetti. That’s a useless, idealistic notion. It has no place today or in our world. And, believe me, it will be the death of him if he doesn’t get a clue soon.”
I grunted as he slid two lubed fingers into my ass. I fisted my hands and squeezed my eyes shut as he twisted, pulled out, then drove deeper, working me open bit by bit.
“Such a hot little ass. Can’t wait to fuck it until you scream for me and come all over yourself.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“You won’t be saying that soon. You’ll be begging me, tesoro. Fucking begging and desperate for more of the intense pleasure I can give you.”
He curled his fingers right on my sweet spot and I lurched, an involuntary cry escaping me.
“Mmm, right there, huh? How’s this?” He zeroed in there, stabbing and curling over and over until my thighs were shaking as the unwanted sensations tore through me.
He reached around and grasped my dick. “Getting there. You’re growing harder. You like my stickiness all over you, huh?”
“No,” I gritted out.
“Lies. You’re about to lose the fight where that’s concerned.”
He wrenched his fingers out, and I jerked in my binds.
Then he spread my ass cheeks wide and dove in, lashing my hole with his tongue, then eating my ass with his lips, teeth, and wild tongue like a fucking madman, while he started fisting my cock roughly, the sick feel of his cum sliding back and forth along my shaft.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “ Fuck.”
He was pushing me further and further.
He suddenly stabbed his fingers deep and pounded rough and hard and fucking rapid-fire.
And that was it. I came, cursing and spurting all over his hand.
I couldn’t swallow down the whimper of shame that bubbled up.
He made it worse when he pulled his fingers free, then came around to my front and gathered all my cum up and started licking his fingers and palm clean in full view of me, making a show of it.
“Yeah, pretty little bitch, that’s the stuff. More.”
“No more,” I groaned.
“ Yes more. Lots more.”
He strode over to the cabinet and took out several vibrators, all different kinds and shapes and sizes.
Smiling at me with disturbing glee, he walked back to me, clipped one to either nipple hoop and turned them on full blast.
The intensity had me gritting my teeth.
He held another vibe up in front of me, one that looked like a cross between that and a cock ring, then he slipped it on over my cock, driving it right down to the base, before then adding another near my crown.
As if that wasn’t enough, he finagled one onto my balls, pulling and pinching them in the process, eliciting groans of discomfort from me.
He turned all of them on and I jolted, panting at the torment all over.
It got worse when he showed me the final one he’d grabbed. It looked a lot like anal beads, but there was a hook at one end and the beads weren’t really separate, more like one continuous, connected shape. He pointed at the hook. “This will prevent you from being able to push it out.” He fired it up, and it buzzed fucking violently.
And then he walked around behind me, spread open one of my ass cheeks, then started pushing it inside. I twisted, but he remained ever creepily patient and kept driving it deeper and deeper until I was jolting as it pushed against my sweet spot while buzzing wildly.
“Fuck!” I cried. “ Fuck!”
It was one step too far with everything else he’d attached to me, tormenting the hell out of me, so that I was straining, panting and crying out in my binds as his toys ravaged me and sent a flurry of wild pulses of pleasure through me.
He twisted the hook, making me roar as it jostled the whole toy inside me and bore down on my prostate in an overstimulating way I could barely breathe through.
And then he rounded me again, walked to the door and opened it, then carried a metal chair into the room, wherein he slumped down, pulled his cock from his pants and watched me as I endured his crafted torture.
“You’re gonna come fucking hard and you’ll keep coming over and over. The only way I’ll stop it is if you beg me to. But keep in mind that you’ll also be begging me to fuck you.” He licked his lips, enjoying the sight of me shuddering and trying to fight it. “Until then, come apart for me. I’m gonna relish every moment of this sexy fucking show you’re gonna give me.”
“Stop, stop this madness.”
“Not the right words.”
My body twisted almost of its own accord to escape the erotic torture, but Angelo just watched in elation, growing harder by the moment as he got off on my suffering, while the binds held me steady, forcing me to endure it.
Before long, cries and whines were spilling from my lips and my whole body trembled from the overstimulation.
“Yeah, pump those hips. There’s my pretty little bitch.”
“Argh!” I roared, tugging wildly at the restraints as desperation and too much fear gave way to absolute fury. “Argh! Argh!”