She must have still had some money left over from the loan. I would need to ask Malachi if there was something to be done about that. Maybe he could go retrieve whatever money was left that she didn’t spend, knock a few thousand off my total debt.
Now, wouldn’t that be ni—
A sharp pain sliced into my neck, and I instinctively reached up only for Everett to grab my wrist, holding it in place.
He leaned down, the look in his eyes almost feral. “It’s time for another payment,” he hummed.
8
Everett
July 1st, 2022
She didn’t understand how this affected me. The way she craved my power, the way I craved to show it to her.
She couldn’t possibly understand the euphoria I felt when I saw her tied down, when I took the whip to her and watched her shudder in pleasure.
And it was never like this with anyone else. Never. This was new and I wasn’t used to ‘new’. I wasn’t used to wanting to change for someone. To allow myself to become soft for them. I wasn’t used to any of this.
I didn’t want to kill her, I didn’t want her to suffer, not necessarily. I wanted her to feelme. I wanted her to find the most pleasure she had ever experienced, and I wanted to control that. I wanted to own every piece of her and watch as she bent to my will.
I wanted to take her to the very edge and deprive her of the end, so she knew that I owned that cliff she wanted so badly to jump over.
I wanted to give her everything her precious little heart desired, but my way, on my terms.
This was different than interrogation. This was different than exerting my power over our prey. It brought a different kind of euphoria than hunting and killing, than destroying, beating. It was wholly different, and I was fucking addicted to it.
To her.
Even now, as she sat unconscious in the chair I had made just for her, she was fucking glowing.
The chair was wooden, dipped in resin, mounted to the wall in my apartment on a moving piece of hardware so that I could put her at any height I wanted. Right now, her face was at eye level.
It held her at a slight angle, ass further away from the wall than her head, two adjustable leather holsters positioned on either side of the chair, slightly in front of it, her feet propped up in them to give me the best access to her glistening cunt.
Her wrists were wrapped up, the ribbon looped over a hook high above the back of the chair, keeping her body taut and ready. It allowed a little bit of give, but not much.
She had a small, vibrating anal plug, the jewel pink, sticking out of her ass, and I also strapped an ‘O’ ring into her mouth, not the largest I had, but her mouth wasn’t going to be the star of this show, not this time. The black leather straps were digging into her cheeks, her drool slowly falling from her mouth to her chest.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
She had done so good today. Her confidence was growing, her control. Fuck, I was proud of her. I wanted to reward her for acting the way she had today. With that fucking rent-a-cop down the street and with her mother.
My eyes fell to the nearly healed ‘E’ carved into her inner thigh, and I felt my own drool pooling. Mine.
All fucking mine.
God, I wanted to destroy her in every single way she craved, and now she was finally healed enough to do just that.
The sound of my door shutting interrupted my train of thought, causing my teeth to grind.
I snarled under my breath and, with one last look at my girl, headed for my living room before Evelyn walked in.
But it wasn’t Evelyn I found standing there, it was my brother.
Azrael was leaning on that incessant cane of his, his mask on just as mine was. I wondered how he would do when we no longer had to wear them. Something told me he wouldn’t conform too well with that set of rules. His mask was like a security blanket to him, more so than the rest of us. I hadn’t seen him without it more than half a dozen times in the last ten years, it was unlikely he would ever take it off.
He smiled brightly. “Why, dear mountain boy, do you have a woman chained to your wall?”
