Chapter 12
S am let Knox off the chain to go to the bathroom and clean up. I said to let him rot. Either way, he’s back on his chain now. I hand a cup of water to him, and he drinks it down in a few gulps.
“Sam, would you be a peach and grab his other arm for me?” I ask.
Sam gives me a smirk as I rifle through the drawer. I pull out an archaic-looking device I had Sam make. It’s a modified shock collar, but it’s not meant for his neck.
“What? No!” Knox says, fighting Sam over his right arm’s freedom.
I lean over his legs and steady them as he flails and fights me. He yells out, as if anyone can hear him. We’re in the middle of nowhere. He can scream until his voice breaks.
I work the ring over his flaccid cock and push it to the base. I hope it hurts. I had anticipated catching a man, and what better way to make a man talk than to shock the shit out of his dick? I wasn’t going to use it on him, but then I realized he faked sleeping while I rode him. I fully intend to get him back for that while I try to coax information out of him.
I lock the device and set the key on the dresser, very far from him. Sam leaves me alone with him again. He isn’t into these interrogations. Maybe he can’t handle what I plan to do with Knox’s genitals.
“What is this thing?” he asks, trying to tug on it with his free hand. It doesn’t come off, even as his tugging grows more desperate. “What the fuck is this?”
“It’s a shock ring,” I tell him with a smile.
“You wouldn’t.”
I grab the remote and turn it on, and a soft hum fills the room as I power it all the way up. “If you get hard, I absolutely will. Unless, of course, you end this all right now and give up who they are.”
“I won’t get hard with this thing on me,” he says with a certainty that’s almost laughable.
“We’ll see about that,” I say.
Soon, he’ll have no choice. We cut the water to the bathroom so he couldn’t drink from there when he cleaned up with the damp rag we offered him. After going so long without water, he happily drank down what I handed him, which also contained two dissolved pills in a very particular shade of blue. When it comes to getting hard, he won’t have a choice in the matter.
I hope it hurts. I hope it’s so fucking uncomfortable. And I love that he’ll get no release. Again.
I sit on the bed beside my little stuffed rabbit until I hear the sound of the ring coming to life. He screams out in agony and clutches his dick.
“Goddamn it, what did you give me?” he asks, but he has to know.
I hit the manual override and depress the button. “Care to tell me who you work for before I turn this thing back on?”
“Over my dead body.”
“Why do I feel like that’s what this will come to?”
“It won’t make you feel better, you know,” he says. “You already killed one of us, and you don’t feel any different, do you? The scales haven’t tilted back in your favor, even after you nailed my balls to the floor.”
His words bite a little. I do worry I won’t feel different when I kill him, but I can’t let him leave now. He’s seen too much. He knows too much. And I know nothing at all.
“How frustrating would it be to get hard and have someone pleasing themself in front of you?” I ask. “Someone you can’t touch as you anticipate every upcoming shock?”
I reach back and untie the strap around my neck. The fabric falls, exposing my breasts. I smirk at him as he reaches over and puts his mask back on. He’s concealing some of me, I guess, so I move forward and drop to my knees in front of him before falling backward on my ass. I spread my thighs for him. Black panties cover most of my pussy, but a shadow of what he wants peeks from beneath.
He lets out a breath.
“How frustrated are you right now?” I ask as I slide my fingers back and slip them inside me.
Knox clutches his dick. “Painfully.”
“I bet you wish you could come, huh?”
He raises his mask and gives me the most fucked-up smirk I’ve ever seen. “It’s cute that you think I won’t come to you. Even through the shocks. As if I haven’t been thinking about you on my dick every moment since you got off it.”
The deep, gravelly sexuality oozing from every word takes me off guard, so I do the only thing I can think of doing. I release the button, and a shock goes through him again.
His ass lifts off the floor, and he leans over, trying to catch his breath. The shocks are time sensitive once engaged. Every minute he’s erect, he’ll get shocked.
He flips his mask down and squares up on the ground again. His hand strokes the head of his cock as he watches me. He matches my speed as I fuck myself with my fingers. The faster I go, the harder he goes. A minute passes, and a shock courses through him again. As he curls up against the pain, he doesn’t stop stroking himself. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on my wetness. He groans when I do. Not from pain, but from pleasure.
“You’re so fucked up,” he grits out.
“Says the one jerking off through copious amounts of electricity.”
Why am I so turned on by this? God. This man is so attracted to me that he’s literally fighting electrical forces to get off to me. Maybe he’s just stubborn enough to prove a point, but either way, I fucking like it. Bull-headed meets bull-headed.
“Get on my lap again, karma, and let me show you how I can come no matter what you’re doing to me.”
Another round of electricity goes through him, and the muscles in his groin contract and spasm as he keeps stroking his dick.
But why am I even considering his offer? No. I can’t let him fuck me. Even if he gave me all the information I asked for, I’m with Sam. The moment I say his name in my head, the bruises tingle around my eye and on my shoulder, almost scolding me.
I stand up and position myself above the footboard, straddling it. He brings his chained hand upward. A ring of discoloration marks his wrist, but he seizes the opportunity to slip his fingers through my wetness. I lower myself on two of his fingers, taking them inside me. He moans as I lift and lower myself on his hand, riding it like I would his cock. I hold myself up by gripping the metal beneath me as my thighs begin to tremble.
“Why won’t you let me fuck you?” he pants.
“Just shut up and let me ride your hand.”
“So I can’t fuck karma, but she can fuck me?” he asks.
“Be grateful you get to feel me with your fingers.”
He groans, and I feel bad for even allowing this, but using him for my selfish pleasure doesn’t change my overall plan for him.
Another shock rips through his dick. His strokes slow, and beads of white shoot from his cock and slip down his hand and shaft. Another shock goes through him, and I come too. I shove my hand over my mouth to hide my moans as I lose control of myself. Liquid gushes down his arm and saturates the floor.
My chest rises and falls as I try to catch my breath. I reach over and hit the manual override button again. He just stays inside me, come dripping from us both. He anticipates the next shock, only to realize it’s not coming.
In my orgasm-induced state of calm, I don’t realize he’s climbing up to his knees, raising his mask, and reaching for my hair. He grabs beneath my bun and drags me close to his face. This is his chance to kill me if he really wants to, with his other hand still buried inside me.
Instead, he kisses me, pouring all his pain into my mouth.
“Better watch yourself, pretty girl, because the moment I’m off this chain, I’ll get inside you.”
“ If you get off your chain.”
My words drip with confidence, and I have no desire to release him, but that smirk he offers shakes something loose inside me. It’s like he knows a secret I don’t. Well, I’m sick and tired of secrets. I’ll figure out a way to make him talk, and once he tells me everything I need to know, I’ll be done with him. That’s if I can stop using him as a sex toy.
Maybe I could take him with me . . .
Sam doesn’t know it yet, but we’re through. I’ve already packed a bag and tucked it under the couch. As soon as this night from hell is over, I’m getting the fuck out of this godforsaken town and never looking back. But there’s always the risk that Sam could come after me. Maybe keeping this guy around as a personal attack dog isn’t such a bad idea.
Before any of that, though, I need to know who killed my father, and I need to make them pay. If I have to kill everyone in front of me to get answers, so be it. Karma is coming, and she’s not taking anyone’s shit anymore.