8. Torture
EIGHT
THEO
My phone doesn’t ring. It doesn’t even buzz. It just sits there, silent, with a black screen that all but screams her lack of response to the messages I’ve sent.
I snatch the phone off the dash and pull up the text thread for the hundredth time since I sent the last message. She hasn’t responded to any of them, but that doesn’t stop me from scrolling back to the top and reading them all like I can decipher her response from my own messages.
Theo
What happened? Where are you going?
Charity, please. Answer my calls.
Is this about your father?
I was going to explain after dinner.
Please, just answer the phone, Viper.
I’ll be in the parking lot if you want to talk face-to-face.
Bouncing the phone off my knee, I look at the apartment again. Dane has passed in front of the sliding glass doors a few times, but I’ve yet to see Charity. I know she’s in there, or at least her phone is, based on the tracking app I’ve been checking almost as obsessively as I’ve been re-reading the text messages.
She can ignore me for as long as she needs to; I’m not going anywhere. I’ve been playing the long game with her since we were teenagers, and I’m not about to stop now. I’m going to show my little Viper what absolute devotion feels like, even if it kills me.
The apartment door opens, revealing Dane dressed in his all-black gear. I hadn’t realized he was working tonight, but it makes sense. It’s been all hands on deck since the attack.
Dane walks toward his car, not stopping to look around as I thought he might. He has to know I’m here, but he doesn’t seem to want to acknowledge me.
Dane
I don’t know the whole story, but I know you’ve been protecting her, and that’s enough for me. The door is unlocked.
My eyes snap to the apartment again, noting the living room light has been shut off. She’s alone, and I doubt she knows the door is open. I could sneak up there and lock it, just in case anyone were to come up the opposite stairwell to avoid being seen.
Or I could go inside and lock it behind me. I would stay in the living room; she probably wouldn’t even know I was there. Unless I told her I was there. I could?—
The phone vibrates a second time, and I glance down to see I have an incoming photo from Charity.
I nearly fumble the phone in my haste to open the message, only to be confronted with a photo that doesn’t initially make sense. It’s definitely Charity, but it’s just her bare neck and chest. The image spans from her chin down to just above where I’m certain her nipple would be. That’s it.
Theo
Does this mean you’re ready to talk to me?
A second photo comes through, and it’s a similar idea to the first, but a different part of her body. The soft inside of one thigh, from her knee to the crease of her hip, is now staring at me from the confines of the text thread. My mind can fill in the blanks on this one, and I groan at the mental image of what must be happening just outside the photo’s frame.
Another photo comes through before I can respond to the last, and it takes no time for me to decipher what’s happening. It’s the lower half of Charity’s stomach, but that isn’t all. The arm not holding her phone is lying across the soft expanse of her abdomen, visible all the way to her wrist. Her hand is notably absent from the photo, disappearing just above her pubic bone.
She’s touching herself and sending me pictures of it.
Kind of.
Theo
Is this your way of torturing me?
I don’t expect her to text back, so the three dots popping up have me shifting in my seat.
Viper
No, this is my way of giving you all the information except the parts that actually matter. How does it feel?
You’re mad.
No shit, Dickbag.
I’ll explain everything if you just let me talk to you.
I’m a little busy getting myself off right now, but maybe later.
“Fuck!” I toss the phone onto the dash, rubbing a hand across my face. This isn’t the kind of conversation you have via text, but she’s not communicating with me any other way.
I guess I’ll just have to make her listen.
Halfway up the stairs, I decide this is a terrible idea and should turn around. Then my phone buzzes with a new photo. Charity’s head is tipped back, just her chin and mouth in view as she bites her lower lip hard enough little white spots are showing in the soft pink flesh.
The front door opens on silent hinges. She doesn’t seem to hear the lock sliding into place either because I get another text as I turn toward the bedroom at the end of the hall. Dane’s apartment isn’t big enough for a spare room, so I creep toward the only bedroom as quietly as I can manage.
It turns out I needn’t be as quiet as I think. Charity isn’t being quiet. Her panting breath and soft moans can be easily heard from the hallway. If I weren’t already unbearably turned on from her little picture game, I would be now. Her breathy little ah’s have my dick at full attention, and I can’t even see her yet. My phone vibrates again, and I look down to see the last two photos she’s sent.
The first is a picture of Charity’s side, her back arched off the bed high enough her breasts disappear out the top of the picture’s frame. The second has me swearing as I dive for the door handle.
The door opens to reveal exactly what I was expecting, and it’s so much better in person. Charity is spread across the bed, her legs wide open to reveal her perfect pussy, but that isn’t the thing I can’t tear my eyes away from. She has two fingers between her lips, sucked deep into her mouth. Saliva drips from her hand as she pulls it away from her mouth, trailing wet fingers between her breasts and down her stomach. She groans when the soaked digits slide against her swollen clit.
“Fuck,” she sighs, but it’s a desperate sound. She fumbles for something on the bed beside her, her eyes still squeezed shut as she drags her fingers through her dripping pussy.
She has no idea I’m here.
The thought registers in my brain at the exact moment Charity opens her eyes. She becomes aware of someone standing in the doorway before her brain recognizes me, and I quickly raise my hands in a placating gesture.
“What the fuck!”
“It’s just me!”
“Why?!” She screams back, scrambling to cover herself with the comforter. Unfortunately for her, it’s tucked in tight to the bed, and she can’t seem to pull the blanket free. In a moment of panic, she grabs the pillow, holding it in front of her body to try and shield herself from my eyes.
I do not tell her I can still see her entire left breast because I’m a gentleman.
“What are you doing here?!”
“The door was unlocked.”
“And?!”
“And you wouldn’t listen to me.”
“For good reason, Dickbag!”
“I know, but if you would just let me explain?—”
“I don’t want your explanations, asshole!”
“Then, at least let me help you come!” I sound far too angry for someone offering an orgasm to another person, but she’s driving me fucking crazy. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as she was a few moments ago, and I want that back. I want her bursting with passion, not pissed off at me for keeping secrets.
“What?” Her anger is immediately replaced with confusion, and I grab the opportunity with both hands.
“Let me help you come, Viper.” My voice is far deeper than it was a moment ago, and Charity shivers slightly at the sound of it. Slowly, I begin moving into the room. “You can use me however you want. Just let me help.”
“You’d fuck me?”
What kind of question is that? “Of course?—”
“Because it seemed to be a sticking point for you before.” She points an accusing finger at me, one eyebrow raising defiantly. “You’re more than happy to get your hands and mouth all over me, but not for me to return the favor. Is that your thing, Theo? Denying yourself?”
“No, I–”
“Because I can play that game,” she snarls the words, not letting me defend myself before she continues. “I can make myself come while you watch.”
My voice is so thready it nearly cracks. “Charity, please.”
“No, Theo,” she huffs, shoving the pillow away from her body. Her movements are harsh as she adjusts on the bed, assuming a position much like the one she’d been in when I first entered the room. “You can watch, or you can leave. I call the shots now, and those are your options.”
“Okay.” I don’t even consider arguing. If this is what she needs to get her anger out, I’m more than happy to give it to her.
Charity nods once as if sealing the deal, but I see the hesitation as she tries to decide her next move. She closes her eyes for a moment, and when they open again, they’re full of hardened resolve.
She licks the same two fingers that had been in her mouth earlier, moving them straight to her clit and beginning a quick back-and-forth motion. It doesn’t look very enjoyable to me and doesn’t appear to be enjoyable for her either because she’s not making any sounds or movements outside of the slightly aggressive finger motions.
I take a hesitant step forward, and her eyes snap to my face.
“Theo.” It’s a warning, and I hold my hands up so she knows I won’t touch her.
“Slow down, Viper.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Okay,” I try to hide the smile threatening to spread across my face, but I’m not sure I’m successful. “I was just trying to help, but feel free to stretch this out as long as you want.”
She frowns, but her motions slow a fraction.
“What would you do if I weren’t here?”
“I would have already come and been asleep by now,” she snaps, her dark eyes narrowing on my face.
I nod sympathetically but don’t apologize for interrupting her solo session. “Your fingers were wetter than that when I came in.”
She doesn’t comment on the way my voice dips at the reminder of what I walked in on, so I don’t comment when she immediately brings her hand to her mouth. I think I might die when she starts to suck, her long nails a dark contrast to her lips.
When she slides her fingers against her clit this time, I see her legs spread open another inch, and I nearly sigh in relief. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
Charity doesn’t answer, but I don’t expect her to. She moves in lazy swirls around her clit before dipping down to press gently against her opening.
“Fuck, Viper.” I have no control over the words, but they’re quiet enough I don’t think she hears them.
A flash of something dark draws my eyes away from the fingers in her pussy in time to see her other hand pluck at one of her nipples. She makes a small sound, almost like a moan she’s trying not to let out, and my knees nearly buckle.
“Do you like having your nipples played with, Viper?” I half expect her to tell me to shut up, but she nods in response. Her face scrunches, and she makes another one of those noises. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Something,” I counter, taking another step forward. I’m all but standing over her now, giving me a perfect view of her entire body. “You keep making sounds like you’re getting frustrated.”
Charity shifts her hips, widening the spread of her legs. The move seems unconscious, but it bears even more of her to me, and I can’t help but groan at the sight. Her fingers swirling around her clit slowly pick up speed, but it doesn’t look as uncomfortable this time. I can hear myself talking, but I have no control over the words falling from my lips, so I barely even register them.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this, Viper. You’re always beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but this is...I never thought I’d be lucky enough to see you like this outside my dreams. It’s better than I ever could have imagined.”
“Theo,” Charity gasps my name, her head tipping back as she presses further into her cunt. “I need more.”
Her words take a moment to filter to the only part of my brain that’s even partially online. “You want me to touch you?”
“I want to see you,” she corrects, hooded eyes dropping to the unmistakable outline of my painfully hard cock. “I haven’t even gotten to see you yet.”
She’s right; I’ve made her come three times now, and on both occasions, I remained fully clothed. No wonder she thinks I’m a fucking ascetic.
Charity makes another frustrated sound, her head tipping back as she grinds her hips against her palm. “Please, Theo.”
“Yes, anything.” My sweater is off, and I’m halfway out of my slacks by the time the words make it to my mouth. I’ve just finished stripping when Charity makes a choked sound that has my eyes snapping to her face. She’s staring at my dick like she’s surprised to see it, despite having just asked to do so. “I can put my underwear back on if you want.”
“I fucking hate you,” she groans, but her left hand drops down to join her right between her legs. “That’s your cock? Jesus Christ. I mean, I heard the rumors, but fuck me.”
“You heard the rumors?”
“That thing should be illegal.”
“What rumors?”
“You’d split a bitch in half. No wonder you keep it hidden,” she laughs, an almost hysterical sound as her head tips back. Her hips start to grind up and down to meet the frantic pace of her fingers. “Are you gonna split me in half, Theo?”
She doesn’t hear my groaned reply of “I can” over the sound of her own sharp moan. “Fuck, I don’t want to come.”
“You don’t?” I want her to come. I want her to come right fucking now.
“No.”
“Why not?”
She doesn’t respond right away, her legs twitching as she tries to stave off her orgasm. “You’re gonna leave again.”
Her words hit me in the chest, dropping me to my knees. I shuffle forward until I’m kneeling at the edge of the bed between her spread knees. “I’m not going to leave, Viper. You can come.”
“I don’t?—”
“You will come, Viper. You will come for me right now.”
“I can’t, Theo. I need more.”
The word more is a plea on her lips and one I’ve heard before. “You need Daddy to help you come?”
“Oh, fuck,” she groans, her fingers moving faster against her clit.
“That’s right, Viper. Ride your fingers like you rode my face in the park. Anyone could have seen us, but you didn’t care. You drug that needy cunt all over my face and soaked us both in your cum, didn’t you, sweet girl?”
“Fuck, fuck, I?—”
“Come on, Viper. Come, and Daddy will lick your fingers clean when you’re done.”
“Daddy,” she breathes the word into the air, her entire body shuddering as she comes.
I wait until she goes limp against the mattress before I crawl onto the bed next to her. She doesn’t seem to notice me moving her legs around, but her eyes snap open when I pull her fingers into my mouth. Her flavor explodes across my tongue, sweet as honey, and I moan appreciatively. I clean both of her hands while she watches me, placing a kiss in the center of each palm when I’m finished. She clears her throat, turning toward me a bit awkwardly as she looks down my body.
“You gonna let me help with that?”
Following her gaze, I see my dick is still very interested in the fact that she’s lying naked next to me. “I think there are some things we need to talk about first.”
“Yeah, I suppose we do.” She huffs, reaching over to grab a pillow from the far side of the bed. “Cover yourself up. I don’t need that thing staring at me while we have this conversation.”
“Fair enough.” I’m still adjusting the pillow over my lap when she speaks again, making my blood run cold.
“Let’s start with how you ended up owning me.”