Chapter 36 #2
“What, you’re not happy to see me?” I ask. “Or do you need help with something? I could help, you know? I’m a pretty helpful guy.”
He makes some angry, bravado-fueled noises at me, but I can smell fear on him. It smells good. I can’t help it when my facade peels away and my shark smile reclaims my face.
“So,” I say, grabbing his chin in a soft hold.
His eyes widen and he holds his breath. “You thought it would be fun to get some revenge on Kira and me, huh? A little spying, a few pictures posted online, and she’s thrown under a bus, hm?
You know she’s shy, Brian. Why would you do that, huh? Look what you’re making me do, here.”
I squeeze his jaw, just a little. Not enough to rebreak anything, barely enough to bruise, but with his injuries, it’s enough to fucking hurt.
He makes a squealing noise and I shush him softly. “Shh, Brian. Let’s not be that way. This brings back good memories for me, you know? I’ve done some pretty fucked up shit to people who deserved it. Right now, you deserve a little bit of shit, okay? It’s just the way things work for me.”
His eyes keep going to the door and I release his jaw with a pleased sigh.
“No one is coming, dude. Young-gi is here. He’s meeting with your parents for some kind of weird financial talk.
Something about some Italian prince or heir or something that you guys owe so much money to. The Acardi family? Ring a bell?”
Horror is an all-consuming expression, and I’ve noticed in my life that it comes at the oddest of times.
I laugh a bit, and I know I sound unhinged.
“Really? That’s what really scares you? Not me in your room while you’re helpless?
You guys must owe him your goddamn souls.
Anyway, Young-gi apparently knows him, and Acardi owes him some kind of undefined favor.
Be glad that you don’t deserve more than a little bit of shit, Bri, or you’d be dead.
But nah, you’ll live. You might even make something of yourself. ”
Leaning forward, I lower my voice. “But if you ever come after Kira again, I’ll gut you like fucking pig.
You’ll wake up just like this and see me over you, but I won’t have a friendly chat with you next time, Bri.
You’ll have a knife in your belly before you even open your eyes.
No one can stop me from getting to you, not if I really want to.
There isn’t a hole on this earth deep enough to hide from me, motherfucker.
I’m letting you live because I’m a nice fucking guy, but if you cross me again, if you hurt Kira again, I won’t be so forgiving. Got it?”
His breathing is shaky and fast, and he nods minutely, barely able to move his head at all.
“Good.” I stand up and pat his cheek hard, making him whimper. Then I turn to leave.
He makes a few inarticulate, gurgly sounds at my back, and I look at him over my shoulder.
“What?” I ask, like he can answer me. He just stares at me, silent and desperate. He’s angry, he’s worried. Perfect.
I grin and ask innocently, “Oh, did you want to know what we have in store for you?”
He waits, barely breathing. I could tell him.
It might be fun to watch him come to terms with the idea of it.
But nah, I want him to stew for a while.
I’ll let his parents break the news: that they’d rather bend to Young-gi’s demands and send their son to a strict, isolated reform school than pay back their debts.
Brian will be caged for a few years, but not forever.
Maybe he’ll even learn a thing or two, and be less of an idiot.
See? I’m not a totally bad guy. He’ll live.
Probably. I think I deserve an award for this.
It’s for Kira’s sake. I think if she knew Brian was murdered because of what he did to her, she would retreat further from her uncle, and keep more secrets from him.
She wouldn’t want to be the cause of irreversible harm. So, he gets to live. This time.
“You’ll see,” I smile at him. I try to look indulgent and kind, but I know I’m deranged. “Bye, have fun!”
The door shuts behind me, cutting off the sound of his panicked breathing. I whistle again as I walk back toward Young-gi, a pep in my step. What a fun day.
Kind of a long flight for such a short conversation, but I wanted to have it in person.
Initially, Young-gi didn’t want to go out of our way, but I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.
It took only one pouty look to get him to change his mind; one sad, lonely sigh on my part, one little comment about wishing he would prove how important I was to him, and he was calling the helicopter.
He spanked me first, though, so I’d be sore during the ride over. Perfect bastard.
I saunter back toward the lobby and see Young-gi leaning casually against the counter, waiting for me. His eyes are already on me, staring me down as I get closer. Moving toward him feels so inevitable. He’s my fucking gravity.
I stop a few inches too close for public decency, but I don’t give a fuck. The staff behind the desk are averting their eyes and the Vandmorson parents are nowhere to be seen.
“Where’d they go?” I ask, eyeing Young-gi like the fine piece of prime steak that he is.
“I don’t know or care,” he says bluntly. “Probably to beg Acardi to change his mind. To barter or plead or trade favors. But Rosco owes me big time. They’ll fail. I gave them a few days to think it all over.”
I wrinkle my nose in confusion. “Why?”
“It’s important to give rats a chance to spin uselessly in their wheels,” Young-gi says cryptically. “Tire themselves out. They’ll realize soon that the maze is only dead ends, and extermination is inevitable.”
“That’s quite the metaphor.”
Young-gi shrugs casually, as if he doesn’t sound like a sociopath in a designer suit. “Come along.”
He guides me toward an exit, but not the one leading to the roof.
“Aren’t we taking the helicopter?” I ask curiously.
“No,” Young-gi gives me a once-over that makes my skin tingle with awareness. “I’ve got something else planned.”
Oh shit, already? I knew he’d been thinking of something naughty and fun while we were landing, but I had no idea he’d planned on acting so quickly.
I want to ask what it is, but my mouth is salivating and my dick is trying to figure out if it wants to get hard–it does, but it has trouble sometimes–and I stay quiet as he leads me to the front entrance.
Outside the gilded double doors, a curved, cobblestone driveway waits for us, occupied by a single long town car. Practically a limousine, really.
“How the fuck did they get here this fast?” I ask as Young-gi packs me into the back. I slide in and see a long bench seat lining one side of the vehicle, wide and spacious. A small minibar is tucked along the other side, narrow and miniature, lit up with tiny sparkling lights.
“Money talks,” Young-gi says as he closes us inside. He reaches around me and closes the partition between us and the driver. “That’s soundproof,” he informs me.
“So?” I ask, pretending to be clueless when I know exactly why that matters.
“Just letting you know,” he smirks, grabbing for me.
I dodge, but it’s a small space and he’s so fucking big and strong–and also, I want to lose.
So after a bit of wrestling, he starts getting me naked.
It’s a struggle and I really give it my all when he has my pants partially off, hoping that seeing the denim around my thighs will urge him to just fucking spank my sore ass already, but he gets them off me.
Now I’m in nothing but my bright white undies, laying on my back on the long seat, panting and looking up at him.
“Now what, killer?” I ask him teasingly.
He crawls over me and plants his mouth on mine, kissing me like he wants to steal my air.
And that’s exactly what he does because I can barely keep up.
I gasp, but he doesn’t back off, devouring my mouth and tangling his tongue against mine.
I groan and arch under his weight, delighted beyond measure.
He’s got me so fucking distracted that I don’t realize he’s fiddling with the seatbelts.
When he reaches between my thighs, I spread them, pressing one against the back of the chair and letting the other fall into the aisle, hoping he’s about to rip my underwear off and fuck me.
But instead, I feel the cool texture of nylon against my inner thigh and the snap of the buckle.
I start to sit up, but Young-gi pulls the belt tight, trapping that leg against the seat.
I thrash a bit, shocked, but the belt doesn’t budge. I’m not sure how, but he’s locked it in place.
I gawp at the sight of it–my thigh strapped to the leather seat. But I don’t have time to process much before he’s kissing me again. I bite him, trying to punish him for distracting me, but he just bites me back and I whimper like the cock-hungry slut I am.
His hands tangle with mine, and I interlock our fingers.
It’s weird not being able to move one of my legs; it stops me from wriggling my hips.
I’m adjusting to the partial lack of agency when he suddenly shoves my hands above my head, stretching me tall.
I grunt and try to pull away, but I don’t say my safe word yet. I just want to feel him hold me down.
Without even appearing to struggle, he gets both my hands tangled in a seatbelt at the other end of the long bench, tied up above my head. I yank on the restraints but they’re trapped up there. I’m panting hard now, my head spinning.
I’m not sure how I feel about all this. He teased me in the helicopter but this is more intense than any of the other restraint-play we’ve done. He’s always held me with his hands. With his commands. I haven’t been tied down in a long, long time.