Chapter 10 - Azrael #2
My cock was screaming for her.
I unzipped her jacket, hearing her heavy panting in my ear as I pushed it to either side, revealing her heaving chest. I slid my hands over her stomach, her ribs, her chest, feeling the indentations of her ribs.
She whimpered, shoving her hips closer to mine, trying to grind against me.
I pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her black strapless lacey bra. Getting that out of the way, her nipples were already hard, the chill of the air causing goosebumps to explode over her skin.
I grabbed her nipple and twisted, her body arching into the pain, my cock threatening to explode just from the constant friction of my pants.
I slapped her other tit hard before leaning back and undoing my zipper, pulling my cock out.
She groaned, scooting down, tightening her legs around my waist, the tip of my cock teasing her soaking tights.
I pulled out my knife and sliced up the center of her, nicking her with the blade.
She hissed and shuddered, only pulling herself closer, stretching her body out more.
I grabbed her hips and jerked her forward, simultaneously sliding towards her.
The warmth of her cunt sent a shiver up my spine, her groans filling my mind. I flipped her dress up to her waist and looked down, watching the blood spread across my cock as I pulled out and slowly pushed back in.
I snarled, shivers running across my skin as the blood spread. It wasn’t a lot. The nick was barely more than a papercut, but it was enough mixed with her arousal to spread, turning everything a translucent crimson red.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me again, sliding my hips back and forth furiously as red filled my vision. I dug my fingers into her skin, her moans growing more wild, her body tightening, her tits bouncing.
I slapped one, flicked her tit, and slapped it again, her head falling back, her cunt tightening around me just before she came, her legs tightening, shaking, her groans music to my ears.
I looked back to my blood covered cock, only to find her body again. My handprint was practically glowing on her tit, but it wasn’t enough, I needed something else, I needed—
My eyes found her helmet.
With a racing heart, I leaned forward and flicked her visor up, her tear-filled hazel eyes meeting mine.
I grabbed her hips again and fucked her hard, watching as her eyes rolled, as her pupils grew, as the lust for me became so apparent that there was absolutely no denying it.
She wanted only me.
My balls tightened and I buried myself deep into her, filling her to the brim with my own cum.
Panting, we slowed, relaxing onto the bike, our eyes locked as we tried to come down from the euphoria.
She shivered a moment later, disrupting my strange trance. I shook my head, my expression hardening.
I pulled out of her and tucked myself away before hitting the button next to the brakes, loosening the zip-ties.
I sat back, watching as she forced herself to straighten. She fixed the top half of her dress while I flicked down the bottom half and watched her eyes fill with light.
A moment later, she slid off the bike, a bit more hop in her step now that she was satisfied.
I couldn’t help the smile that touched my lips. My divine little whore.
“Pay attention, sinner, it’s time for a lesson,” I hummed, sliding off the bike.
She turned right to me, cocking her head to the side like a curious little kitten.
Gesturing to the camera, I said, “we wear our masks to protect ourselves, so when traveling places on the bike, you must always pay attention to the cameras, to your surroundings.”
She looked at the camera and back, giving me a nod.
I took off my gloves, and she mimicked my movements.
“In our family, part of our basic training was electronics. I took it upon myself to learn far more advanced skills than what I was taught in the program. That allows me to hack into and operate any camera, computer, or phone that I want. I’ve already taken care of this camera, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be careful.
The only way we survive in this world is to watch our own backs.
” I stripped myself of my jacket and she did the same, resting it over the handlebars as if the bike was just as much hers as it was mine.
I almost told her that she didn’t need to take off her jacket. That I only did it because I had my suit on underneath, but seeing her in that dress?
I was a selfish man.
I opened the pouch on the side of the bike and pulled out the bag with our masks, laying them right beside each other over my jacket resting on the seat.
Before even glancing at hers, she looked towards the alley and stilled, listening for any scrape of gravel, any whisper of a breath.
I didn’t move until she did.
Scarlett stepped up beside me and quickly unbuckled and removed her helmet, replacing it with the mask in record time.
I did the same, leaving our things on the bike as I grabbed my cane and straightened. “This is a test, little sinner. Your first business meeting. I’m not going to tell you how to act or where to be, this is your time to follow those instincts they locked so deep inside of you. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her eyes shining with a dangerous light.
Did I know how she would act? Not completely. I had an idea based on how she came out of that room yesterday morning, but she wasn’t the predictable type, which made things fun.
How would my sinning doll act when she found out the truth about who we were meeting with? What would she do? The only way to find out was to head inside.
The strip club had closed at 1am this morning. It wasn’t often Vanessa allowed it, but it was necessary when she had meetings with powerful people.
So, when we walked in, the lights and music were still playing, but the men with erections and the strippers had all long since left.
The room was colored in dancing lights of green and blue, the main purple lights coloring the walls, while the stage lights were still glowing white.
The tables were cleared, the chairs up, and the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails was playing in the background.
I glanced over to Scarlett to see her looking around the room a few steps away. She seemed fascinated by the—
She looked over suddenly and pointed up towards the stage. “What is that?”
“A stripper pole,” I answered as we slowed to a stop in the middle of the room. “Women dance on them wearing very little and men pay them for the erections they get.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “They get paid for that? Is it willing? Do they pull their cocks while they watch?”
“They’re not supposed to,” I answered, my eyes drifting to that silver pole. “Yes, it’s willing. Many women make a living from it.”
“More than that,” Vanessa said, pulling my attention over. “Some get rich.”
Vanessa and I had known each other a long time. She was taller than Scar, with long dark hair and dark eyes. Her makeup was always painted on fiercely, matching her Latina skin flawlessly.
She gave me a warm smile before her eyes shifted to Scarlett. “And who is this?” she asked, coming to a stop before us.
Scarlett looked her over. “Lilith.”
My smile stretched from ear to ear. “Lilith,” I told her.
Vanessa laughed lightly and nodded. “Lilith it is.” Her eyes shifted to me. “You got my message then?”
“How do you know I’m working with the Blackheart brothers?
” It wasn’t a secret, but since they had come to the city this time around, I had spent most of my time at the house in the woods.
I needed to know if there were whispers in the air about my work with them so I knew if it was something that needed to be dealt with.
“Saw your bike at their shop a few months ago,” she answered. “You stopped answering the number you gave me, so leaving it with them was my best option. Glad it got to you, El.”
Elliot was a name I had used only once, quite some time ago, when I was dealing with a trafficking case in Vancouver, Washington.
Vanessa took the girls under her wing, got them jobs, helped them get back on their feet.
Everyone who knew that name was now dead, save for those present and those in my house.
Not even the girls I found knew the name Elliot.
I had done everything in my power not to give them a reason to locate me and thank me for saving them.
Vanessa and I, however, had spoken a few times since then. She had updated me on the girls as they learned to be human again and vowed to contact me if she caught any word of another trafficking ring that needed to be dealt with.
“Who’s heart was it?” I asked, catching movement out of the corner of my eye.
I glanced over to find Scarlett wandering towards the stage.
“Some guy who got too handsy with one of my girls,” she answered. “He was a messy one, a screamer, but hey,” she shrugged, looking over at Scar, “he shouldn’t have touched her. What’s her story?”
With the grace of a feline, Scar grabbed the edge of the stage and flipped herself onto it, landing on her feet, facing the pole. “Born into it,” I answered, tracking her movements towards that pole. “I needed information, she was there.”
“She was born into it?” Vanessa asked as Scarlett grabbed the pole, her wide eyes finding mine when she realized it could spin. “How old is she?”
“Just turned 20,” I said. “Why did you bring me here, Vanessa?”
Her eyes remained on my curious girl up until the moment Scar used the pole to spin, laughter escaping her lips. “Some guy came here two nights ago, a few years older than you. He got drunk and asked one of my girls if she wanted to go to church with him.”
My eyes hardened and the laughter immediately stopped.
“She obviously said no, the rules here are simple. We don’t go anywhere with customers. He didn’t take the rejection very well because then he asked if she would like to be put on display at some museum.”
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Scarlett fall to her ass on the edge of the stage. She gripped the edge, her head cocked to one side. “What did she do?”
“Ended the dance and found me. I had Hector get him out of here.”
“And why contact me?”
“I never liked church,” she said with a shrug, “and the jump from church to a museum? I don’t know, threw up alarm bells.”
As it should, but why was Thomas coming here for new blood? My eyes found Scarlett’s.
She straightened. “I was in the house.”
He wouldn’t have taken her everywhere.
I turned back to Vanessa. “How often has he come here?”
She thought about it quickly. “We see new guys every week among our regulars,” she answered. “You’d be surprised—” she looked me over and shrugged. “Or you might not be, about how many guys from church come here on any given night. But suspicious looking? I’ve had a few.”
Scarlett hopped from the stage then, slowly circling around her, taking her in, only stopping at Vanessa’s 3 0’ clock. “L.J.”
Ah, good choice.
I took out my phone and did a quick search, pulling up the directory of the church. Under the memorial picture of Louis was his son. I held the photo up to Vanessa.
She stepped forward, Scarlett matching her steps, her eyes icing over.
Oh, little sinner, would you kill a woman for getting too close to me?
I would encourage it if only to see you bathed in the blood of jealousy.
“Yeah, I’ve seen him,” Vanessa finally agreed, straightening, but never taking a step back.
Scarlett took another step forward.
I had never had any desire to fuck Vanessa, not that she hadn’t tried. She liked control far too much for my liking. It was good in her line of work, but not for me.
So, L.J. had been here. Scouting, perhaps?
I wondered how many of the other children of the Leaders had gone to strip clubs looking for women to fuck or bring back to the church?
I suppose it was too hard for them to not fuck their Favorites.
Their fathers had probably encouraged them to go outside the church to satiate their needs.
I pulled up the photo of the sons of the Leaders. “How long have they been coming here?”
Scarlett had inched closer, her hands folded behind her back, her head cocked to study the picture.
“Hmm,” she shook her head, leaning back. “I’ve only ever seen the two.”
Scarlett straightened. “His friends came to my house,” she reminded me. “Vic, Cam, and Wyatt.”
The three who had nearly broken her jaw. They went to two different churches, the sons of three other Leaders. They had issues with following the church’s law, sending half a dozen women to Absolution because they couldn’t wait to fuck them.
I pulled up the pictures of them I had saved in my phone after sending in their semen for DNA testing. I showed them to Vanessa.
“Yup, that’s them, sick bastards. I always have trouble with them,” she confirms. “They’re always getting too handsy. I had to ban them from the private rooms. No isn’t a word they know well.”
I didn’t have to look at Scarlett to know she agreed.
“Do they frequent anywhere else?”
She thought about it. “Yeah, a darkroom a few streets over. Royal Knights.”
A darkroom was exactly what they would be looking for. I nodded at Scar. “Don’t let any of your girls go anywhere with them,” I told her. “You’ll never see them again.”
“Who are they?” Vanessa asked as Scarlett walked by her, leaning in just enough to smell her.
When Vanessa saw what she was doing, she leaned away from her, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Stones on the path,” I answered.
Scarlett walked right by her before spinning around, stepping between Vanessa and I.
Vanessa’s eyes flicked between Scarlett’s and mine, her brows pulling together. “What is she doing?”
“Searching,” I answered as I pulled out my watch and checked the time. It was just past 2:15am. Royal Knights would be closed by now to regular customers.
I snapped the watch close and lifted my eyes just in time to see Scarlett turn back to me. “Is she a queen too?”
Vanessa had a little crown tattoo above her left eyebrow and, I suppose, she could be considered the queen of this place. “Of The Beat, yes.”
Her eyes shined brightly, telling me that her smile was wide. “No tar and a queen? Is she part of our Hysteric Wonderland?”
I found Vanessa’s eyes, studying them for a moment before giving Scarlett a soft nod. “She is, but make no mistake, Lilith, there’s no one equal to you.” I gave Vanessa a nod and headed for the door.
It was a classic tale of power and corruption. You give people the taste of power too young, and eventually they realize that enough would never be enough.
Did the Leaders know their sons were paying for a good fuck? Did the Elders? What would they do if they did know? Send them to Absolution? Kill them and label it ‘excommunication’? So many questions leading us towards the end of the road but not quick enough.
Perhaps it was time to consider finally sending the darling Queen to Absolution.