The Sadist (Bad Boys Book 6) Page 3

  He was old school; I’m not. I don’t trust a motherfucker even if he’s standing right in front of me doing what it is he says he’s gonna do; there’s always a fucking angle. And the higher up you go on the financial food chain the dirtier the fucks you’ll find. These people think money is the end all and be all. That’s how I know they’re soft. Money don’t mean shit in the jungle.

  I scrounged up some shit for her to eat and headed back to her. Some may think that I’m a monster for what I did to her. She got off easy as far as I’m concerned; she’s still breathing. That’s more than I can say for my dad.

  I could’ve put one in her and sent her carcass to the old fuck, but I figured this way was better. Let him worry about what his little princess was suffering at my hands. Next time he’ll think twice before fucking with me and mine.

  6

  Stacey

  My arms were free and I was alone for the first time since he’d snatched me and threw me in the back of his car. I looked around the room for something, anything to protect myself as I rubbed life back into my hands and legs. I have to think, to use my head. Pleading hadn’t worked so I knew that was a lost cause, but if I could just get my hands on something.

  I didn’t know how many goons he had on the premises, and my eyes had been covered when he brought me here. How long ago was that now? I can’t be sure. The uncertainty made me afraid but I tamped that down, one thing at a time. I had to get out of here.

  I looked around the room but all that was here were the chains he’d hung me from, a chair that looked like some sort of torture device and some other stuff that I had no name for. It all looked like something you’d see in a dungeon in some old horror flick from the seventies.

  How did I get here? One minute I was headed for the stacks to brush up on my history for an upcoming test, and the next I was being thrown into the backseat of a car. I was sure they’d been people around but no one came to my rescue. One minute I was there and the next I wasn’t.

  All the way through the streets I’d expected to hear sirens, or to run into a roadblock, but nothing. I’d begged and pleaded to be let go, but the man sitting next to me had kept his silence, barely sparing me a glance.

  The only time I knew what was going on is when he’d called dad and told him what he’d done. But it was what he’d threatened to do that had made me try to break free and flee.

  The car door wouldn’t open from the inside so that had been a wasted effort. My screams seems to fall on deaf ears since he, nor the men in the front seats had so much as bat a lash at all the noise I was making. Like they were used to dealing with screaming women. That thought had scared me more than the cold look on his face.

  I could hear my dad screaming on the other end but the man stayed calm as he explained what he was going to do to me. I’d almost wet myself then. What kind of man was this, that he could say these things to my dad?

  I knew my dad’s power, knew that his money commanded respect from everyone. From the police commissioner to the governor. But this man who seemed too young to be one of dad’s contemporaries didn’t seem to care about that.

  The fear only escalated once he’d drawn the piece of cloth from his pocket and growled at me to turn around. “No!” I’d shaken my head and tried inching away from him but he’d only grabbed me by the arm, turned me roughly with my back to his chest and tied the soft cloth over my eyes. I almost peed myself right then, but thank heavens I remembered who I was and called on my inner reserve to calm myself down. There’s always a way out. I just have to use my head.

  With my eyes closed and sound my only guide, I’d tried to make sense of what was going on, but the fear blocked me. Once we’d come to a stop the fear only amped up that much more and when he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and brought me here, I still didn’t know what to expect.

  Of course I’d tried to escape as soon as he put me down, but that only seemed to anger him more. The first time he forced himself into my body I thought he would split me in two. His hiss at finding me a virgin and the things he said made me blush even now. What made me blush even harder was the fact that by the second time he took me my body had betrayed me. That I can never forgive.

  I don’t believe that drivel he’d told me about dad either. In nineteen years I’ve never heard anyone say a bad word about him or my family for that matter. A family who’s been one of the premiers in our town going back a couple centuries.

  I never got involved in dad’s business, so I knew very little about that, but I knew the man that he was and he would never cheat anyone. Whoever this Nicolo person was he was nothing but a lying monster. I would’ve called him something else but even as I thought it my body remembered. I was embarrassed at the heat that started between my thighs. What had he done to me?

  I concentrated even harder on finding a way out. My eyes finally landed on something that could be of use to me and I hopped off the little cot and went to get it. I was back in place when he returned carrying a tray. I looked away from him and refused to even acknowledge his presence. He placed the tray down next to me. “Eat.” I looked from the sandwich and juice to him and turned my back.

  “Fuck, like I don’t have anything better to do.” He grabbed my face and tried to force the bread into my mouth. It was just the chance I needed. I brought the stake from beneath my leg and swung at his face. He knocked my hand aside and jumped back out of the way. It was so fast I didn’t even see him move.

  I felt tears of frustration burn my eyes as he looked at me in shock. I waited for the blow that was sure to come, but instead all he did was reach down and pick up the iron stake I’d found in the corner. It was part of one of his torture devices but someone had left if off. It would’ve done a lot of damage had I done it right but now I’d missed my chance.

  He flung it aside and I scooted back on the narrow cot as he advanced. “Don’t you come near me you fucking asshole.” I threw every derogatory word I could think of at his head but all he did was smile as he started to get undressed.

  “No.” I knew what that meant, and I hated my body for reacting. How could I want more of his vicious sex? How could my body want his after what he’d done to me? Still my eyes were drawn to that thick length between his thighs and my puss leaked and clenched in need. He grinned and my eyes flew to his. He knew the bastard.

  “I see your little pussy’s still hungry. Can’t get enough huh.” He had every right to be smug I guess, since there was no way for me to hide my hardening nipples and the way I rubbed my thighs together as if already feeling him there.

  He was like some sort of machine. From all the stories I’ve heard it usually took the male of the species a while to regroup after even one bout of sex. But for him it had been hours of nonstop pounding into my virgin body without a care and each time he’d stayed hard and stiff after, only to start all over again.

  I’d always thought I’d lose my virginity on my wedding night, to someone who would love me more than his next breath. Someone, who would take care with me. Someone, who would cherish the gift of my virginity.

  Instead I’d lost it to this unfeeling monster whose only words had been ‘fuck you’re a virgin? I should send your old man a picture of your blood on my cock.’ How crass how unfeeling. So why did my body want his? How was that possible when I hated him more than I’ve ever hated anyone before in my life?

  He reached out a hand and grabbed my ankle, dragging me back before turning me roughly to my stomach. I screamed and kicked but to no avail. I threatened him with all manner of retribution but he just laughed.

  I felt his knee in my back as he did something with the swinging contraption that hung over the cot. Then he took my hands and lifted them above my head and the pain was excruciating.

  My limbs were still sore from their earlier hanging and now they burned. I fought back the tears but they escaped anyway as he tied my hands in place over my head.

  I looked back over my shoulder to see what he was go
ing to do next and almost choked. He wasn’t fully hard yet and he was still huge. Had that thing really been inside me? No wonder I felt like he’d ripped me in two. I pulled against the rope, remembered pain giving me energy but there was no give and no one was going to come to my rescue.

  “Stop moving. How am I supposed to get my dick in that tight little pussy of yours if you don’t hold still?” His cold hand came up between my legs from behind and cupped me. I felt one then two then three fingers force themselves inside me and hated the wet heat that he pulled from my body with just a few soft strokes.

  “Umm, look at that. Your pussy’s all wet and I haven’t even started you bad girl. I wonder what daddy would say if he knew you like it rough? None of those preppy boys for you huh. Maybe I’ll keep you as my side piece when I’m done.”

  “Fuck you.” I tried spitting at him but I didn’t have the right angle and it just landed on my shoulder. “No, fuck you.” I screamed or at least tried to when I felt him drive himself into me from behind. This is it I’m going to die. “Stop please, you’re killing me.”

  “I wonder what the headlines would say.” He whispered in my ear as he thrust into my body. “Young beauty queen fucked to death by monster cock. Details at eleven.” He’s twisted.

  “I hate you.” It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up inside me but I couldn’t get away. His hand on my tummy held me in place for his wicked thrusts into my body.

  7

  Stacey

  The burning feeling between my thighs helped to keep the hate alive, but it wasn’t long before my body betrayed me again. I couldn’t let this happen; couldn’t keep giving into him, it was embarrassing. Just then his other hand came around and I felt his fingers on my clit. Oh no! It didn’t take much for them to have me moaning and pushing back on his cock.

  He laughed and talked about my body’s reaction and I wanted to die of shame. “Now I have to punish you.” What had he been doing all this time? The man is insane. He did something to the ropes again and my knees barely touched the cot.

  What was he up to now? He felt harder, deeper this way as he almost stood behind me now instead of kneeling on the cot. I felt him pull out of my body only to slam back in and I lost all train of thought.

  My mouth hung open as wide as my eyes as I knelt almost suspended on the bed. The only movement was the back and forth of my body caused by his slamming into me from behind. The comical expression on my face was put there by my surprise not only at the size of his cock, but the finesse with which he used it.

  He wasn’t trying to punish me this time, at least not in the conventional sense of the word. No the sadistic son of a bitch had found another way to torment me; he was using my own body to shame me.

  Why else would he place light kisses along my neck and run his hands gently up and down my middle until he reached between my thighs? And once there, why would he play his fingers so beautifully against my swollen clit until I was ready to beg and plead for him not to stop?

  “What happened to all that lip you had before huh?” He leaned over my arched back and bit into my nape. Not in the usual place a man would mark a woman, but right in the center over that place where the neck met the spine. “I can feel you tightening around my cock and your pussy’s so fucking wet, umm.”

  “I…” It was as far as I got before he pulled out slowly, and just when I thought the sweet pleasure-pain was at an end, that maybe now he’d take it easy, he slammed back into me so hard he knocked the wind out of me. I bit my tongue to hold back the screams but I couldn’t hide my body’s natural reaction.

  When I felt my body weakening again, giving into his horrible treatment of me, I lashed out. Since my hands were bound I only had my tongue and I put it to good use. “I hate you. You’ll never be the man my father is, you’re nothing but a thug who…”

  “Your pussy loves this thug though doesn’t it?” He laughed at me, like he knew what I was trying to do. Of course he knew, even while I’m yelling at him my stupid body is telling him the truth.

  Then he really made me pay for my outburst. Instead of hard punishing thrusts, the fiend became gentle. His hands when they cupped my breasts were tender, and he moved in and out of my body slowly now, as if we were lovers. This was worst.

  I had to stop this, had to get him back to acting like the monster he is. I didn’t want his soft caresses. I’d already given him too much of myself. Think Stacey think. “Please, my arms hurt.” I made my voice as pained as possible though it wasn’t really much of a stretch, my arms did burn like fire. The problem was I was beginning to like it. Just like everything else he’ done to me, I was beginning to crave the sweet pleasure pain I got from being tied and at his mercy.

  “You promise to behave if I untie you hmm? Are you going to be my good girl?” I nodded my head as my heart raced. “Yes!” I held still waiting for his next move. As soon as he freed my arms I kicked out trying to reach his balls but once again he was too fast for me.

  His laughter only infuriated me more and when he pushed me down on the bed and surged into me I felt hot tears of shame as my body answered his. He laughed again and buried his face in my neck taking the flesh between his teeth.

  I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the way he made me feel. I bit my lip until it bled to keep the moans from escaping but I should’ve known he wouldn’t allow that.

  “Oh no you don’t. Let me hear those screams.” He pinched my nipple, stroked my clit, and bit into my neck as he plowed his length into me. “Cum.” My body flew up and away as I threw my head back against his shoulder and screamed.

  “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” His words made me feel warm all over and I felt liquid heat rush from my body. His deep groan told me he felt it too. “Again.” I was afraid of what would happen next.

  “Squeeze.” I did my best but my insides were a quivering mass of goo and I had very little control left. “Please…”

  “I said cum princess.” I screamed and thrashed on his cock not understanding how just his voice saying those words could make my body obey his command. And when I finally felt his release pulsing inside me my body drank it in greedily.

  8

  Nico

  I have got to stay the fuck away from that girl. For fuck sake I think I might need to see a doctor or some shit. I shaved her pussy the second day she was here, that had been an adventure in itself.

  I doubt there’s another motherfucker in the world who had to stop midway through that shit to fuck. Couldn’t even make it through the whole thing without giving in to the hold her snatch had over me.

  She’s been here four days and it feels like a lifetime. I’d taken her from the playroom and locked her up in my room. I told myself it was because I needed to keep an eye on her while I slept, but I could’ve tied her ass to the ceiling again for that. The truth is I didn’t want her away from me.

  Now I’m here twiddling my thumbs when I have shit to do. Her old man had come through on his end and I’d already dispatched the other asshole to hell. I was supposed to let her go yesterday but kept coming up with excuses not to.

  The problem is, I’m a man of my word and I cannot go back. How the fuck was I to know she’d haunt my ass before she was even gone? “Fuck this shit.” I left the home office and went back upstairs where I’d left her tied to my bed.

  As soon as the door opened and I saw her, I got mad as fuck. I didn’t like her having this kind of power over me. I should be able to walk the fuck away without a second thought. I’ve done it countless times before, so why now? Why her? I’ve been asking myself that same question all last night.

  Her eyes followed me as I moved into the room unbuttoning my shirt. I wonder if she knew she’d lost that look of fear and hate from her eyes. If she knew that her eyes were now full of hunger and need. That was part of the problem. I’d meant to break her and I did, but not the way I’d expected.

  When she wasn’t cussing at me and calling me all manner of vile things, she was
soft and sweet, cooing for my cock. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that shit?

  I know that most of the women I’ve dealt with were on my dick for either my money or my looks. Bunch a coldhearted fucks. But I’d chosen them for that very reason.

  I never wanted attachments, so I steered clear of anyone who I suspected would even remotely get a rise out of me. Some of them had professed undying love of course. Like I believed their lying asses. But this one, I can’t figure her out.

  I stripped without saying a word to her before making my way over to the bed. She was gorgeous, even after days of being tied up here for my pleasure. Her legs and arms moved against the sheets as she tried in vain to break her restraints.

  I straddled her on the bed, keeping my eyes on hers as I led my cock to her mouth. When she refused to open up, I just simply squeezed her jaw and slipped my cockhead past her lips. “If you bite me I’ll slit your throat.”

  There was the terror I knew and loved. It flashed in her eyes before she closed them. Which was just as well or she’d have seen my reaction to her fear, or worse yet that I was full of shit. I barely restrained myself from reaching out to caress her cheek and tell her that everything was going to be okay. That little bit of softness pissed me off all over again and I threw it off.

  Grabbing her hair in my hands I face fucked her until pre-cum dribbled down the sides of her mouth and her tonsils tickled my cock slit. She had no choice but to take everything I did to her since her hands were tied to the bedpost.

  She was too compliant, that too made me angry. I didn’t trust it. No way I’ll believe she’d forgotten how she got here and as much as she loved my cock I wasn’t about to kid myself that all was forgiven. She’s female and those fucks can be wily and slick as shit. She was probably hoping to get me to soften up so she could find a chance to gut my ass.