Chapter 7 Azrael #2
I had yet to be fully naked in front of her.
It wasn’t because I had anything to hide, I had just never done it with anyone.
There wasn’t a point. I fucked and left, I never lingered.
It was the same reason I never kissed anyone.
What was the point of a touch so intimate when they would either die or be locked away?
But Scarlett was different, wasn’t she?
Maybe I would test those waters someday.
Not today though.
I walked up to her and grabbed the bar hanging just in front of the chain above her head. “Why did ‘daddy please’ enter that little head of yours?” I asked as I pried her hand away from the chain and snapped her wrist into the shackle on the far end of the bar.
She only glared at me as I did the same with the other wrist. The bar kept her arms three feet apart, but it also eased the weight off her neck. Truth be told, she’d still get a nasty bruise around that beautiful neck of hers, but sacrifices had to be made in the name of defiance.
“The daffodil never said such a thing,” I went on. “Neither did the rose or the mouse, trust me, I’ve read through those reports over and over and over again,” I hummed. “Was it the mountain boy? I know he likes being chained up and whipped.”
Her eyes narrowed to slits. “I saw your reaction,” they seemed to sing. “You liked it.”
I had never heard her say a single word, but from the moans and groans I had ripped from her throat, I could discern with almost impeccable certainty what it would sound like if she actually said it.
“Please, daddy, treat me like the dirty little sinning whore I am.”
My cock throbbed against my thigh.
“Fuck me, daddy, choke me, burn me. Take everything away from me until I can only breathe when you say. Only eat when you say. Only live when you say.”
My jaw tightened and I flexed my hands at my sides. “You want to call me daddy?” I rasped, her scent drifting from her skin, her tits bouncing with each movement. “Then I will treat you like the misbehaving doll you are.”
Without warning, I slid two fingers into her soaking cunt, her entire body shaking in need, her breathing unstable as she tried to use her wrists and pull herself up enough to give her more air.
I curled my fingers ever so slightly, pulling them to the tip only to add a third and slid them back in.
She whimpered, trying to move her hips, but in order to do that, she needed to lower herself back onto the chain, restricting her air again.
I moved closer, sliding my leg between hers, so close now that I had to look down to meet her red eyes, tears prickling along the corners.
My cock was so hard, it was painful, my lips parted as I watched her writhe and struggle to breathe, her cunt clamping around my fingers as I moved them faster, harder, into her. Fuck, she was so wet.
She whimpered, trying to lift herself up again, inhaling shaky gasps of air.
“Daddy please,” she had signed.
I closed my eyes, shaking my head, finger fucking her harder.
I laughed, finding her eyes again, feeling my mind start to lose control again.
“Get out of my heeeaaadd,” I sang my warning.
“Why did you challenge me, doll? Using the power that I gave you and turning it back on me?” I clicked my tongue, her eyes rolling.
“You must have forgotten who this Hatter is. He is not kind; he is not selfless. Everything I have done, every word I have said, is to accomplish my goal.”
Her mouth opened wider, her body tightening.
I jerked my fingers out before she came and stepped back.
She collapsed into that chain, gasping for air that now wouldn’t come.
“You don’t get to cum today, Scar. Today, you will skip running and hang there instead. I will use you however I see fit, but you will not cum. Is that understood?”
She blinked heavily, letting her full body weight fall on the chain, the fingers on her right hand flicking.
I lifted my eyes just in time to see her spell out two words.
“Y.E.S. D.A.D.D.Y.”
My cock throbbed painfully as my eyes slowly found hers again, my smile growing until I was sure it split my face in two. “Oh, you are in a feisty mood today, aren’t you?”
I turned on my heel, walked over to my desk, pulled two chains and padlocks out of the bottom drawer and walked back over. I lifted her right knee, looping the chain under it and locking it over the bar before doing the same with her left knee, baring her to my world.
She gasped, her weight more evenly distributed now, keeping her from suffocating too fast, but allowing her almost no way to relieve herself now.
She could still lift herself up by her wrists, but not nearly as high without using her legs, however she wasn’t used to her body weight resting behind her knees.
She would grow tired fast, unable to hold herself up.
I slapped her inner thigh, causing her to lurch, a red mark instantly appearing on her light skin.
“The auction will happen whether you are there or not,” I told her, slapping her again.
“Those children will get sold, their owners will rape them, force them to conform, force them to marry, force them to bare their children,” slap, “and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Not yet.”
She whimpered when I slapped her again, closer to her swollen cunt.
“You had patience before, and if I have to punish you into having it again, I will, but you will not turn into one of them.” I slapped her again before grabbing her jaw.
“You are allowed to feel whatever you want to feel, but you are not allowed to allow those feelings to control your actions or your words. You are better than that.”
She whimpered, her brows pulling together, her hips trying to move towards me, only causing the chains to rattle. “More,” her eyes pleaded.
I slapped her again and again and again. On her thighs, her cunt, her tits. “You are more,” I told her as I ripped down my zipper and pulled out my cock.
I grabbed the inside of her left thigh and pushed her back into the wall, earning a whine. “Not even my brothers can beat a Blackheart brother in a fight, and you’ve managed to wound and beat two of them.” I shoved my cock straight to the hilt, her entire body tightening.
I grabbed the inside of her other thigh and shoved her up and back, relieving some of the pressure on her throat, our faces six inches apart, both of us panting.
“Your power, your intelligence surpasses all,” I rasped, my head spinning, my heart pounding.
I dug my fingers into her skin and shoved her against the wall with everything I was.
“You will not allow yourself to be less than what you are, and what you are is mine. You are mine, Scarlett Thorin, that name holds a kind of power in this world you could never even dream of. It holds a kind of control almost no one will ever possess, and it belongs to you. That’s the kind of air you will walk in. Nothing less.”
I pulled my cock out to the tip and slammed into her, beginning the hard and unforgiving rhythm she craved so desperately.
I scrolled through the email from Red. She still wasn’t a Pillar, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. She had been trusted enough for them to let her stay, despite kicking out all of the normal congregation, allowing her to see what was happening.
I wondered what she had done. Perhaps a donation to the church. A sizable enough one would have gotten her to ‘Pillar’ status without officially being regarded as a Pillar, especially in this state.
Father dearest was wondering where I was and if I had made any progress on Thomas’ non-profit and Judge Ruiz’s involvement.
As far as I could tell from my brief visit to that location when I had made my transports, the ‘nonprofit’ was bringing in a lot of money, thriving, in fact.
I had gone in the last time I had left the house, just to check in on the children Scarlett had been so worried about, but they had already been sold to that couple from the night we first went.
It had taken me no time at all to hunt them down, kill them, and take the children to the house the daffodil so cleverly named ‘The Dormouse’.
I didn’t find any humor in it, but the children approved, and I was sure Scarlett would too.
Red also wanted me to know that the foundation to the university had set completely, and luckily the weather was working for them. No rain.
I already knew that, the rose liked to update me on her Claim’s progress as well as the blood she spilled. Despite their assignments from father dearest, and their mission to clean house from our uncle, they were still on track to finish by the Fall.
Red also wanted me to know that there was tension between the two brothers who ruled over us.
Had father dearest finally realized what his brother was doing?
I wonder how that conversation went. Father couldn’t ignore the logic behind it.
The Initiates had been getting away with going rogue for far too long, and one of the many rules they were to have learned within the program is to make sure their brothers and sisters were falling in line.
The fact that so many had gone rogue and we had to clean it up was telling of our father’s teachings.
The mountains wouldn’t make such a mistake, I was sure. His little fledglings would hold each other accountable from the moment they began classes to long after they graduated.
The six families that father had also put in charge of his new operations had also agreed to fully commit to becoming professors at the school.
They believed the idea was far better than what he had wanted, given what his brother was having us do, and they also agreed to their silence until I gave them the word.
So, we had six teachers and their children already set to start this year.