Chapter 13
Banging catches my attention and for a second I stop to listen, everyone’s in class so it’s unusual. It happens again this time sounding more frantic.
My eyes narrow, tilting my head as I listen.
I move toward the sound unsure exactly what it is. It sounds close, but I can't be sure.
I have little doubt it’s anything good, but I move anyway slowly coming to a stop at some doors, annoyance builds through me, clenching my jaw I should leave, fuck it why do I have to solve whatever problem this is?
You’re the Monarch, that's why.
I roll my eyes at my inner thoughts.
I huff out a breath as I listen, it’s quiet now, whatever it was is clearly done.
Good, not my problem.
I grab the packet of smokes from my pocket, needing an excuse to leave. Fuck it.
Silas just about had a fit seeing Max Sheppard talking to Tenley, I bet that asshole will make him beg before he breaks a few fingers for even getting close to her, not that he knows who Tenley belongs to. But he’s a smart kid, it's a given knowing where she’s come from.
Silas will make his claim clear that Tenley is untouchable to anyone but us.
Not everyone knows our past, I saw the way Tenley’s gaze held mine, did she recognize me?
Perhaps, it wouldn’t take her long to connect the dots, I never hid who I was.
I turn abruptly and head for the door. I have better things to do than waste my time staring at doors.
The blood lust burns through me and I know I need to maim something soon or I'll lose complete control.
After the night at the cemetery we’d been careful, trying not to raise suspension at any missing subjects.
But if I were being honest, no one came looking for said subjects anyway, they were lowlifes, mainly people who no longer deserve to breathe air.
Silas is adamant that we lay low for now. So I’ll follow that order but if he’s forbidding me to touch Tenley, he sure as hell better prepare my wrath when I finally snap.
I pull the smoke between my lips when I finally make it outside.
The flame burns quickly and I inhale a lungful of smoke as it calms my erratic heart.
I need more.
Groaning, I throw my empty packet to the ground after crushing it between my palm. The artwork I had inked after my eighteenth birthday staring back at me.
The rope connecting together intertwining into a noose around my fingers forming once I shut my fist closed.
I look forward to sharing it with Tenley, showing her the piece I got just for her.
My body’s a canvas, completely full of ink. I don’t care that the elders don’t approve or that my father never once told me what he thought of my ink.
I think I did it out of spite, making it a big fuck you, to my father and the elders who think they own us all.
“Fucking great.” I mumble before I push off the wall and head back inside.
The door slams behind me, a small smile appears across my face when I think of the weekend.
Tomorrow night we get to officially introduce Tenley to our world, a small sample if you will of the dynamics of the four of us.
“I need a favor.” My eyes drift to Jagger as he stops in front of me, he’s anxious I can tell by the way he’s twirling that damn ring on his thumb. He looks around nervously, like he’s afraid of my reaction.
Interesting, he’s not normally nervous around me.
“Jagger?” I say his name eyeing the way he moves, he hums softly.
He bites his lip, pulling in his piercing as he raises his arm to grip the hair at the back of his head.
“What do you need?” my lips twitch. Knowing he needs something from me gives me endless pleasure.
“I-I need you to punish me.” he breathes, dropping his hand.
Lifting my hand, my fingers wrap around his throat before dragging him to me.
I thrive on the way his adams apple moves under my fingers.
The way he’s so eager to feel my hand around his neck.
Silas and I have strict rules when I punish Jagger, I get off on the thrill of seeing his skin darken for me, but I never take it further than Jagger can handle.
A fifty smirk slowly marks my face. I enjoy when he begs me, craves me to punish him. My cock is already at half mast thinking of it.
“Have you been a bad boy, Jagger?” He nods, his throat bobbing as he swallows. A darkness rouses within me, stirring my cock again.
My lips ghost his, before I whisper. “Tell me what you need?” I grip his chin and force him to look at me.
“I-I need.” he murmurs, swallowing again, I feel his adam's apple bob under my fingers, I move in letting my lips brush against his neck.
“To hurt.” he finishes swallowing.
“Are you willing to let me do anything for it?” Jagger moans as I wipe my thumb across his bottom lip.
“Anything?” I growl.
“Yes, fuck yes,” he moans, the sound coming from deep within him, knowing he’s on the edge already makes my cock twitch.
“Okay, tonight wait for me, you know the drill.”
Licking his lips he nods again before I place a kiss on his cheek.
“Be a good boy until then.”
“B-but,” Jagger moans.
“I mean it, don’t disappoint me baby.”
So fucking eager.
“I won’t, I promise.” He murmurs, dropping his head before he turns and walks away.
I watch his retreating back making sure he’s out of sight before I turn heading toward the woods.
His punishment can wait, I have someone else who’s in need of some pain first.
My feet move slowly, leaves crunching under my boots as I count the steps in my head.
Sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine . A smile tugs at my lips thinking of the treat I’m about to sink my teeth into or more case in point my knife.
Unlocking the bolt, I make my way inside, checking the coast is clear before I enter and close the door behind me, my heavy footsteps echo through the cave as I head to the back.
Whistling as I take each step. “Hey Dylan,” I announce as I stop in front of my hostage.
Ripping the bag from his head he groans, while I smack his face to wake him up.
“Wakey, wakey.” I smack him harder this time.
This time the asshole's eyes flutter, “There he is.” I chuckle, slapping his face three more times while his eyes adjust on me.
“Time to play.” I say, pulling out my knife, his eyes widen seeing the blade.
“P-p-please.”
“Tell me Dylan, how many?”
He whimpers and saliva spills from his lips as he shakes.
Gripping his hair, I tug hard pulling his head back he whimpers crying out.
I run the blade down his cheek watching as blood trickles down dripping onto his chest. I slice his skin making as many cuts as I can making sure they’re deep enough to cause him pain.
“Please.” He cries. I don’t listen to his cries, they mean nothing to me.
I grip his hand holding out his pointer finger and then begin to saw. He screams in pain as I cut his finger away, leaving a bloody trail as I do.
“How many?” I roar.
Swallowing. “ Five.” He splutters.
My fist connects with his face before he even finishes his sentence. I don’t stop my hand connecting with his face over and over until I’m completely breathless.
The stench of blood fills my nostrils and I stare down at the mess I’ve made.
My knuckles are torn to pieces and his blood coats my skin, his face is unrecognizable and truth be told it’s not nearly enough for what he did.
Guess I can’t reign in my monster when you touch someone you shouldn't.
I stare down at the bloody man before me, at the mess I made.
Fuck.
It’s not the first time I've taken someone’s life.
I beat the guy who raped my sister Zuri to death after she killed herself. Shot my father after he killed my mother.
Zuri tried to move on but she couldn't. I found her, she was a broken shell afterwards.
They tried to commit me but nothing held so I was able to walk free.
I avenged my sister and mother. Giving pain comes naturally to me.
It's— electrifying. Knowing I’m in complete control is like a drug like no other.
Footsteps sound behind me before he lets out a low whistle,
“Damn man, you really let loose.”
“Shut up.” I groan.
“Who’s this asshole?” Silas grunts coming up beside me, lifting my hand. He gives it a once over before he leans down peering at the bloody mess left behind.
He doesn’t say anything about going behind his back, defying his order.
“He touched little girls.” I reply before turning and stalking away.
“Fucker.” Silas grunts, before I hear his footsteps behind me.
“Make sure you punish Jagger good, after his little hero stunt with Tenley he needs to know who's in charge,” Silas says before we walk together.
Jagger waits with his back to me, kneeling wearing only his boxers.
Good boy.
His head is down and I know he’s yearning for what I’m about to give him.
My cock twitches, eager to get this going.
Going to the cabinet I keep all my toys in. I move a few things until I find what I'm looking for.
I turn looking over my shoulder, Jagger lifts his head slightly, his gaze meeting mine.
“You know the rule.” I snap and he drops his head. Pulling out the flogger I move the cat o’ nine tails across my hand as I move to where Jagger kneels.
A growl emanates from deep within my chest because I want nothing more than to punish him just like he asks but first I’ll punish him another way.
Pain is a weakness of mine. Seeing Jagger so desperate, so goddamn needy for my touch drives me wild.
“You watch her don’t you?”
“Yes.” he breathes.
I knew the desire to watch Tenley, Jagger wasn’t the only one making a habit of it.
Pain is my addiction, I don’t just crave giving it I need to. Something deep inside me can’t focus until I’ve let out the demon that hides deep inside me.
I slowly unzip my pants, stroking my cock as precum leaks down my shaft. He already has me so on fucking edge.
“Open your mouth for me, baby.” I say. Jagger lifts his head opening his mouth, the tip of my cock brushes along his lips, I grab ahold of his face, with one hand, my dick with the other and slip it inside his mouth.
Jagger gags as I hit the back of his throat, hearing those sounds awakens a beast inside me and I do it again. He struggles to take all nine and half inches of me and I love watching the way his eyes water as he struggles to accommodate his mouth for me.
“That's a good boy, now take it deep baby,” I groan before I bury myself to the base, he struggles hard almost choking as I hold it in.
“Good boy baby, you're doing so well.” I groan. “Look at me,” I snap, tipping his chin up, forcing him to focus on me.
A tear trickles down his cheek as he breathes through his nose trying to not choke on me.
I’ve been training him and seeing my entire length down his throat is a fucking high unlike any other.
“Your mouth is so hungry for my cock isn’t it?” he nods while his mouth is full. My hand slides down his chin all the way to his neck, I squeeze tightly. Cutting his air, Jagger tries to suck in a breath I mercilessly thrust inside again. I pinch his nose and bury myself deep inside his throat.
Fuck.
“Are you going to follow orders from now on?” I ask, he nods. I know he won’t, Jagger likes the punishment too much to follow a simple direction.
He defies me on purpose just to have me punish him.
Letting go of his nose, I grip his hair and slam my cock back and forth, thrusting deep then pulling out again doing the same.
My balls clench and then I groan as my seed fills his mouth and like the good boy he is he swallows every last drop.
I look down taking in the sight of Jagger swallowing my release.
Jagger pants and catches his breath as I move the flogger in my hand tossing it between each one.
“Such a good fucking boy,” I praise him. “Sit up straight.” I demand. Following my command Jagger straightens his spine, his breathing still heavy and his cock rock hard in his boxes, a wet patch coats the front and I grip his chin, hard, forcing his eyes on me.” You better not have cum?”
“N-no.” he says, his voice breaking as I look down double checking.
“You don’t get to cum, not today, along with this,” I say holding up the whip. “That's your punishment.”
Jagger lets out a soft whimper, knowing I’m serious and if he cums without my permission his punishment will be far more severe, as I stand up straight holding the whip up high before it comes down across his back, Jagger flinches slightly, letting out a breath as I let it come down again, slightly harder this time, his back is already turning red but this is something we both need.
Hearing the sounds he makes as I bring the whip down each time has my cock twitching to life again.
Giving pain it’s been a desire for as long as I can remember. Knowing Jagger trusts me enough to let me use him.
I give him ten more before I drop the whip at my feet, Jagger hunches over, breathing heavily as he tries to control himself.
I roll my neck, cracking it.
“You will follow Silas’ orders, stop being her hero Jagger.”
“But she needs someone,” he murmurs, leaning over on all fours. I know he’s trying to obey, but she’s pulling at every damn heart string he has.
Twisting my fingers in his hair I tug it back, forcing him to look up at me, as I stare down at him. “You’ll do as I ask and obey, like the good boy you are.”
I raise an eyebrow waiting for him to reply.
“Jagger.”
“Yes, daddy,” he swallows. Hearing him call me that name does wild things to me.
“Good, good boy.” I grin patting his cheek before I pull my cock out again to punish him further.
“Now, open wide baby I want you to gag on my cock.”