Chapter 14 #2
He pales slightly when I don’t relax my hold, and his breathing grows more constricted. But he knows me too well to be truly concerned. A moment later, I’ve let him go, and he falls to the ground, sputtering.
It would take more than this for me to kill him. But when he glances up at me, I can tell he’s realized it. I could kill him, if he went any further.
That was never the case before. It was always the two of us.
Starting in first grade, we were inseparable.
Sure, we sometimes got into tiffs, little arguments.
We even threw around a few punches. But there was nothing either of us could do to irreparably damage our brotherhood. No crime great enough.
Until now.
“Fuck, man. You’ve really got it bad.”
The words are tinged with something darker. Something like regret… or anger.
I shrug.
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Logan leaves, and I look down at my feed again. Just in time to see the girl stepping off the balcony back into the apartment.
What the fuck?
Did she not get my note?
Then she looks straight up into the camera, and smiles.
Interesting. So my little pet is testing the limits. Trying to see just what she needs to do for me to come down.
It’s funny how she thinks she can control me. I’ll let her believe she can. But I’ll make sure she regrets it.
My cock already hard, I go down to her apartment. She’s waiting at the door when I enter, like she’s expecting me.
She probably is. I’m going to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.
I can tell she sees the darkness in my eyes because she blushes and casts her eyes down. I walk toward her, folding her to me roughly, possessively, and she buries her face in the space where my chin meets my neck.
I can’t help but find it kind of cute how she looks to me for protection from… myself.
I allow her to remain there a moment, marveling at how her face fits so perfectly, as if that nook is made just for her. My resolve softens for a moment when I feel her trembling little body in my arms, and I find myself wanting to kiss her.
Goddamn it. I’m turning into Everest motherfucking Grant.
Pulling myself away just a bit from her, while still holding her firmly, I look at her more coldly than I meant to. She cringes under my gaze.
I let my lips relax into a small smile. But if anything, it only serves to make her more on edge. And she’s right to be nervous.
“So, my little pet,” I breathe in her ear. “Disobeying my orders, are you? What should I do with you?”
She doesn’t answer, but I feel her trembling harder in my arms.
I slide a finger down her cheek, tucking back a lock of hair. “You’ve been getting off far too easy. That’s going to change.”
Her eyes widen.
“But first, we’re going to play a little game.”
She looks up at me in nervous anticipation.
“Hide-and-seek,” I add, my finger slipping down to her neck. “Think you can beat me?”
“I… I don’t know,” she answers quietly, as though she’s giving it serious thought. “I’ve never played.”
I lift an eyebrow, unable to hide my surprise. “You’ve never played hide-and-seek? I thought all little kids played those games.”
“I’ve never played,” she repeats.
“What, hide-and-seek? Or games, period?”
Her silence confirms it’s the latter.
I pause, wondering what kind of life she’s led. It would take about five minutes to find out, but I can’t bring myself to order it of Vincent. I’m already in too deep. If I have to add pity to the mix…
No pity, not now, not ever. She’s going to get what’s coming to her.
Still, I squeeze her close, crushing her to me so hard she gasps in pain. She’s mine, for the rest of her life. And I’m going to take good care of her.
Well, I don’t know if the plans I have for her would be qualified as good care by any sane person. But I didn’t get to where I am today thanks to an overabundance of sanity.
She may never have played games before, but she’s going to start now. And not little kid games. My kind of games.
I lean in and whisper darkly, “Hide-and-seek. You hide and I seek. I’m going to count to ten, and if I find you… I punish you.”
I smile as she shivers in my arms. Then she stammers, “What if… what if you don’t find me?”
My smile widens.
“Oh, I will.”
I breathe her in once more before pushing her off of me. Then I turn to the wall and start to count.
One… two… three…
I chuckle inwardly when I hear her frantic footsteps. She’s actually taking it seriously. I really must frighten her.
Four… five… six…
I hear her feet pad very lightly on the ground. She crosses the living room, and there’s the light sound of sliding glass doors.
She’s on the balcony. She’s actually on the balcony. What is she trying to achieve? Does she want me to punish her? Does danger get her off?
I can picture her, her eyes darting around in terror, trying to find a hiding spot. But there aren’t any. Only potted plants, courtesy of Everest’s horticulture interests.
Seven… eight… nine… ten.
“Ready or not, here I come!” I threaten in a singsong voice, my cock already swollen in my boxers.
I pause just long enough to plan what I’m going to do to her. No orgasm for her this time. She openly defied me. I’m going to show her another kind of sensation. Pain. But first, I’ll give her a taste of her own medicine.
I open the sliding doors and look around for exactly four seconds before I find her large violet eyes, blinking up at me from behind one of the more grotesquely-shaped potted plants. I take a step toward her, smirking as she cringes back.
“Found you,” I say.
I easily lift her by the front of her dress and bring her to the edge of the balcony. Her fear turns to actual panic when I tip her over the railing.
“So, you like heights, do you?”
Her pale face tells me she very much doesn’t. I wonder why she comes here then. Why she leans over the railing, giving me a heart attack every time I see her do it. It’s incomprehensible.
I flip her over onto her stomach, keeping a firm hold of her upper body but letting her head dangle into nothingness.
She lets out a broken cry, her arms flailing into the emptiness, her eyes fixed on the street below.
But after that first cry, she doesn’t make a sound.
I wonder if she trusts me, or if she’s just too terrified to make a noise. Probably the latter.
“Should I dangle you out a bit more?” I taunt. “Or have you learned your lesson?”
She doesn’t answer, so I lock her thighs between my own and withdraw my hands from her. Her upper body slips over the railing, and a scream rips from her lips.
“Have you had enough?” I growl.
“Yes,” she chokes out.
“Are you going to keep defying me?”
“No, no I won’t! I won’t, sir!”
The last word makes me smirk. Sir. No one’s ever called me that, and I don’t hate it.
“Good girl,” I say.
She flails an arm backward as if she expects me to help her back up. But I’m not quite finished with her.
I flip up her dress, eyeing her creamy bottom, my cock already uncomfortably hard in my pants. By now, it’s more frustration than the desire to punish her that causes me to lift up my hand and bring it down hard on the swell of her cheeks.
Her hands go back to dangling in emptiness as she yelps, more from cold terror than from pain.
But her fear only turns me on. Soon, I’m raining down blows on her cheeks, turning their whiteness to a deep shade of crimson. She begins to writhe under me, squirming in an apparent attempt to try to get away from my hand, while finding something to hold onto.
“Keep still,” I threaten, my voice harsh.
But her squirming only intensifies. Resting my hand so lightly on her lower back that I know she can barely feel it, I loosen my thighs just enough to make her fall another inch. This time, she doesn’t make a sound. But her whole body trembles under me.
She’s terrified, and that knowledge makes me harder than ever. I want to keep her in this state. I want to punish her. I want to turn her around and see the panic in her eyes. It’s not about the balcony anymore. It’s about owning her.
I want to own everything. Her body, her freedom, her fear.
I want to feel her powerless in my hands, unable to do anything but take what I choose to give her.
And I am going to make damn sure she never fucking defies me again. Not because it’s dangerous, but because she needs to know who she belongs to.
“Are you ready to behave?” I ask, my voice low.
She doesn’t speak.
“Are you?” I snarl, smacking her ass again hard.
No sound. Just a tiny hiccup of a sob that should make my heart melt, it’s so pitiful. But the sadist in me has come out to play.
“Well?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes at last, her voice flat. “I’ll behave.”
I can still sense the defiance in her. But I choose to ignore it. I’m not entirely ready to let her down, though. That ass, dangling over the balcony, is doing something to me.
I want to own it, along with the rest of her.
Gritting my teeth, I rip off her panties and throw them over the balcony.
This time, she squeals. Surprise is finally forcing a reaction out of her. Good.
Then I see her wet pussy. Fuck. Guess she’s got a thing for fear, too.
“I’m going to reward you now, pet,” I say, my voice thick with desire.
Again her arm flails backward, as if she’s hoping I’ll pull her back up now. Silly girl.
I wipe the cream from her folds first. Then her entire body shudders as I push my finger into her pussy and begin to finger her, hard.
In spite of her position, she actually manages to arch back into me, and the sight makes me laugh.
I have a feeling that even in this moment of fear, she’s turning red with anger at the sound.
But I don’t care. Her helpless, pointless anger only turns me on right now.
I keep fucking her with my finger, driving it into her so viciously that I know I must be hurting her.
But the pain seems to turn her on. She’s absolutely drenched.