Page 83 of Double Shot
“I’ll… kill…”
“Darling, no, you won’t. You’re my pet now.” She patted me on the cheek and then left the room.
I wasn’t sure how long passed, but my head cleared, and I felt less horrible. I was able to look around.I was restrained to a St Andrew’s Cross, a bit of bondage furniture that left me hanging from restraints at the wrist and ankles. My shoulders were in agony from hanging for so long and getting my feet under me was a fucking relief. Moving revealed an IV buried in my arm, attached to a bag. She had me juiced; God knew what was in that.
The fact that I was naked took longer to sink in.
How long had I been out?
She hadn’t poisoned me, she knocked me out with something in the gin.
How had she found us? How had she known what dive bar I was going to be in? There was no way that she could have planned that out with such precision, there was too much chaos. What if I had gone a different direction? What if I picked a different bar? There were so many in the area… It wasn’t possible for a plan to have come together with this sort of efficiency. It wasn’t fuckingpossibleto be that keyed in.
Not evenwecould pull off something like this.
She returned, but with no windows, no natural light, or timepiece, I had no idea how long anything took, everything felt like hours. She paused and pulled out her phone to snap a few pictures. “I see why she likes you, Kyle.”
“How did you do this?” I demanded.
“Your arrogance makes you simple,” she replied. She deftly undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it off. She folded it neatly and sat it on a shelf. “I had you followed, quite simply enough.”
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” I growled.
“You aren’t the only one to use false identities. You are not at all accustomed to using a body double, no?” She undid the clasp of her bra and placed it on top of her blouse. “I found one of your former conquests, quite down on her luck. Drugs, they have a habit of ruining people’s lives.” I hit the end of my restraints and she chuckled darkly. “It was easy to get her to claim you were the father of her child, and no, there is no child. No woman would be as stupid as to allow herself to carryyourseed.” The muscles under her shoulders and back flexed as she continued stripping. Each piece of clothing was neatly folded and put into a single pile until she had on nothing but a piece of sheer material pretending to be a pair of panties and a pair of stiletto heels.
Her entire back was covered in ink, the same animals as before, a Chinese dragon, phoenix, koi. Feathers and scales coiled around her hips.
“You were set up. I flushed out; away from your companions, knowing you are such a simple man that the only things you use to soothe your nerves are gin and pussy. Plamena texted me, I was waiting. I knew when your reservation atLeJeffersonwas. Then it was just putting some serious sedatives in a glass of cheap gin. You were soeasy. Your partner at least had the machismo to fire a gun at me before taking a knee.” I ground my teeth and would have spat at her if my mouth weren’t as dry as a lint filter.
“So, you understand the situation, I take it? You belong to me, now. You are mine, just as your dear Conan belonged to me before.” Her smile was acid. The tattoos wrapped around her entire body, and there was little of her torso unmarked by ink. It wasn’t Yakuza style, not a Japanese body sleeve, it was something else. A little more chaotic, more visceral. There was almost a high-end jailhouse vibe to it, there was so much red ink, almost nothing was in black outline. Her nipples were stiff and dark, the patterns drawing the eye to them.
She patted me between the legs and I jerked against my bonds. She chuckled. “I wish I could say I traded up in this bargain, but alas…” Her lips curved in a smile that was nothing short of demonic in its cruelty.
“Fuck you,” I managed in a hoarse whisper.
“In due time, yes. I will have you, like I had him.” She gave me a massive smile, then. One that was startling in that it was the first time I really noticed her teeth. Several came to artificial points, not fangs like some emo vampire, but something darker and more sinister. No wonder she never smiled like an American did, those teeth. Jesus. Fuck.
Roan had said she liked to bite.
She ran her fingernails down my body and I tried to squirm away from her, but the restraints held. This amused her and it turned into raking those claws across my skin, pinching and pulling my nipples until I screamed.
How had he managed to put up with this formonths?
Her hands went back between my legs, and instead of more sharpness, they were soft. I pressed my head back, clenched my eyes shut and tried to block everything out. This was harder than ignoring pain, knowing and hoping it would pass, like floating on the top of storm waves.
My body betrayed me, and she had my cock hard. It didn’t even seem hard for her to get me up. I cursed myself, I felt weak and stupid for being so easily caught.
Was Sadie still mad at me?
Did they know where I was?
Did Kaijin know about how my phone worked, with all the tricks Roan had worked into it?
I tried to pull away when I felt something hot and wet press against my cock. She laughed, and caught me in an iron grip, I grunted and, in a few seconds, could feel my pulse in the end of my cock. “That loop will keep you up for a good while, no matter how much you try to think about baseball, or whatever it is you pick to meditate. He couldn’t resist, and neither will you.”
“I’m going to do everything I want to you,” she whispered, grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back. It exposed my neck and the option of headbutting was gone. I strained, but she smacked my head back and gave me a stinging slap to the face. “I am going to do things to you that are going to haunt you for what life I chose to let you have.”
I had never had a woman hold me like this, head restrained, tied to a giant fucking metal X. She hooked one leg over one of the cross’s leg and ground her pelvis into mine. I could feel the sheer material between us, and could imagine that she wasn’t aroused, that it was venom dripping from between her legs. I grunted and strained but the chains and leather cuffs were more than I could do anything against. None of it was breakaway. When I had to relax, she went back to her previous grinding against me.
