ELLIOT
My cock was throbbing.
All of the blood had rushed straight out of my head and down to my dick. She looked helpless. Pissed, but helpless nonetheless, tied up to the chair with duct tape. It was so peaceful and quiet with her mouth gagged and taped shut. Her eyes were trained on my every movement, and all I could do was smile and hope that she was too pissed to see just how excited I was by it all.
“Is your name Scarlet Dulca?” I asked her.
Her eyes narrowed, and then she nodded.
“Good girl.”
She grunted and rolled her eyes, but I saw the way her thighs were rubbing together earlier. I knew this kind of shit turned her on. Her cunt was completely open to me since I had taped her ankles to the legs of the chair, and there was a wet spot right in the center of whoever’s boxers she was wearing.
I took a deep breath and tried not to let the scent of her arousal sidetrack me. It was quickly filling up the small space between us, and if I didn’t get control of myself, I’d end up fucking her instead of getting answers. I realized I had been staring between her legs when she cleared her throat. When I looked back at her face, I could see that she had counted that as a point in her favor.
I slapped her…hard. Her groan sent a bolt of heat through my cock, causing it to leak into the waistband of my shorts. This was far different from any of the other interviews I’d had to do over the years.
“Is your hair black?” I asked her.
She sighed through her nose but nodded.
“Have you had sex with Seb?”
Her eyes turned up in a smile as she shook her head.
“Wrong,” I said as I slapped her again. “Now is not the time to fuck around with me, Scarlet.” Her cry was muffled through her gag, and when she looked back at me, a small trickle of blood came out of her nose. She shook her head to try and get her hair out of her face. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was screaming to get out of those bindings and attack.
“Have you had sex with Tristan?”
Slowly, she looked me up and down before raising an eyebrow and shaking her head again. The bitch was really going to push my limits as far as they could go.
“Fine.” I grabbed her waist and squeezed hard enough to make her scream. I didn’t let my hands go near her broken ribs—I didn’t need to puncture a lung—but it was close enough to hurt like a motherfucker. Tears streamed down her face, and her breath was struggling to make it in and out of her nose.
“I’m not messing around here, Scarlet,” I said with a harder squeeze. “This isn’t a game.” She screamed again, and her whole body tried to double over on itself. I let go of her abdomen and watched her tears fall. “You want to make this harder on yourself? Fine. Let’s make it harder.”
She looked up at me, and for the first time, the sass was gone. All I could see was fear and pain. She moaned something and continued to struggle to catch her breath. I wouldn’t let her die, but I wasn’t about to take that gag out and hear her incessant yammering. If she would just calm down, she’d be able to breathe perfectly fine.
“Are you a plant?” I asked as I walked over to the black box and pulled out a baton. I gave it a hard flick to extend it and watched her eyes widen as she realized I actually intended to really hurt her.
She shook her head violently.
I hummed and sat back down in the chair in front of her.
“That didn’t seem too convincing.” I smacked the baton across her thighs, and her whole body jerked, scooting the chair a few inches. She grunted and looked at me with hard eyes, rimmed red from crying. “Let me ask again. Are you a plant?”
She took a moment to stare at me before moving her head slowly from left to right. I took in her body language; besides the clear physical pain she was in, she didn’t have any telltale signs of lying.
“Did you tell your family where we were keeping you?”
Another slow shake.
I reached forward and ripped the tape away from her mouth. She spat out the rag and stared at me, silently waiting for me to make the next move. Her blue eyes were narrowed on me, blood dripping from her nose and a bruise forming on her cheekbone. She had never looked more beautiful. I ran the tip of the baton from one thigh to another, and my cock twitched when she flinched as it went over where I had hit her before.
“Do it,” she said. I stopped and looked up at her. “Do it. Beat me to a pulp, Elliot. I can see that’s what you want to do, what you need to do. You need to ask me questions, but you won’t believe me until I’m thoroughly beaten and broken, right?”
I reared back and gave her thighs another smack with the baton. Without her mouth gagged, she screamed bloody murder and almost tipped the entire chair over. I glanced down between her legs and saw the wet spot on her boxers had grown. I ran the tip of the baton over her pussy, and she moaned, shuffling her hips.
“What a sadistic little girl you are, Scarlet,” I said as I smacked her legs again, her crying music to my ears. “I can see that wet spot growing and growing. You’re drenched from the pain, baby girl.” Another smack across her thighs, and she screamed again. “Are you working for your fucking family, Scarlet?”
“No!” she yelled. “I am not working for the man who tried to have me killed, Elliot! I didn’t even want to be here, or did you forget? You all came to find me. You kidnapped me. I didn’t just show up on your doorstep begging for a place to stay.”
“How did they find you, then?”
“I don’t fucking know. It wasn’t my house. I was a prisoner there. I didn’t even have a phone! Still don’t! How the hell was I supposed to get in touch with them to let them know where I was?”
“You could have easily gotten in touch with them that day when Tristan took you into the city,” I countered. “If Mel had left you alone at any time, you could’ve used any of the computers or phones at your disposal to call home and rat.”
“And say what? Oh, hey, father that tried to kill me. Haven’t spoken to you in a while, but the Triad has me, and I was wondering if you’d like to take me back in for information on them? Also, while we’re at it, we should probably have me kidnapped and beaten to shit to make it look more realistic. Elliot—” She took a pause. —“I have nothing to gain here. There’s no way after meeting my father you could ever think I would want to go back there.”
The sincerity in her eyes during her little outburst caught me off guard. I hadn’t seen this side of her. I wasn’t sure if she had let her walls drop for Seb and Tristan and that’s why they were so quick to trust her. But looking at her now, I could see all the pain and anxiety. She was so open and bare to me at that moment.
“You guys are all I have, now. I care about each of you. Even though you’ve put me through hell, I would still risk my life for you. Don’t you think they begged me for information while they had me? I was beaten. I was starved. They were waiting for me to break, but I didn’t. You guys are my family now, my home.”
Her eyes were red, and tears were streaming down over her cheeks. The bruise on her cheekbone was blossoming and growing, causing her eye to swell. The welts on her thighs were also turning purple and blue. Her entire body was shaking with pain and desire.
I leaned over and ripped the duct tape from her ankles and then walked behind her, doing the same with the tape around her wrists. I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to stand up. She whimpered as I turned her around and pulled her closer to my body. Her hips instinctively pushed towards my own, causing her soft belly to rub against my aching cock. I groaned and pushed back.
“If you are lying to me, Scarlet,” I said, lowering my face to hers. “If you hurt either of my brothers, I will flay you alive. Do you understand me?”
I kept a hold of her neck, forcing her head back so that she had to look me in the eyes. Her tears had stopped, but her pupils were blown wide, almost eclipsing her icy irises. She licked her lips and pushed against my cock again.
“Understood,” she said, her voice breathy and dripping with sex. I pulled up on her neck, lifting her body onto her toes as I leaned closer.
“I’ll trust you for now, little one.”
“Now who’s the one that won’t shut up?”
Before I could start another fight, our lips smashed together in a storm of lust and anger. I could taste the salt of her tears as she opened up to me, our tongues sweeping into each other’s mouths. My hands dropped to her ass, and she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Finally,” she moaned into my mouth as I carried her off to my bedroom. Little did she know, my tastes in the bedroom didn’t venture far from my tastes in torture.