Page 22 of Killer Confections (Syndicate Killers #1)

Atlas

I take another drag of my cigarette, letting the smoke fill my lungs as I stare at the controls on the remote in my hand.

I’m seated across the room from Loxley, relaxing back in the recliner I dragged in from the living room.

My eyes stray to the beautiful sight on the bed, and my cock pulses in response.

Her hands are bound behind her back and her ankles are tied to the crook of her thighs, putting her in an overly open position.

Her legs are spread wide, opening that pretty pink pussy up to me as it gushes all over the black wand vibrator strapped to her inner thigh.

On both of her ass cheeks, two perfect handprint bruises are turning a fresh purple.

The outline of my fingers and palms looks amazing against her skin.

The black heels still strapped to her ankles contrast beautifully with it all.

The dark part of me that’s wanted ownership of her for years is humming with pleasure. My marks on her supple body have satiated that gnawing urge that’s shredded and tore away at my control for far too long.

She whimpers, the sound fucking shooting straight to my sack as she gives little breathless, muffled cries.

Her entrance spasms, attempting to close around nothing, and I know she’s close. Her skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, looking so perfectly flushed.

I’ve been hard since she tried to run from me, patiently waiting for my turn.

My thumb hits the off button, and the sounds of the wand’s vibration cease as the room goes quiet. Loxley gives a long sound of protest, writhing against the restraints as she cries out in despair for her lost orgasm.

I take another drag, my eyes soaking in the juices coating her abused pussy and the toy.

I stand, pulling my mask up as I walk over to the tripod set up near the bed’s edge. The camera is still rolling and I take in the little timer on the screen.

Thirty-four minutes.

“Halfway there, baby,” I muse. “Give me another thirty and I’ll let you soak the bed.”

Dazed and defeated eyes find mine, pleading for something she knows she can’t have until I allow it.

I walk over, sitting down next to her as I caress her sweaty cheeks. Her hair is sticking to her temples, her chest rising and falling deeply.

She looks so fucking perfect.

“What lesson did we learn?” I ask, my voice becoming soft.

Her eyes close, the tears welling in them tracking down her cheeks as she shakes. The ball gag is snug between her teeth, preventing her from getting too loud, but I know her jaw is growing sore.

I give her face a light squeeze, causing her eyes to fly open. “Stay with me, sweetheart.” I trail a hand down to her pert nipples, giving the pink tip a squeeze before rolling it between my fingers.

She shudders, a hoarse groan leaving her at the touch.

Fuck, I can’t wait to have those in my mouth. The whole hidden identity thing is growing old. If it weren’t for the high, I would have said fuck it a long time ago, but I know it’ll be worth it in the end.

My hand dips lower, trailing her abdomen before I slick a finger through her swollen folds, coating it with her wetness.

She whimpers, her legs jerking from the sensitivity. Her jaw tightens around the gag, a whine leaving her .

I lift my hand, bringing it under my mask to taste her. My eyes roll back as I groan at the flavor.

My cock pulses, pushing against the zipper of my pants in response.

I’m going to eat her alive.

I pull my hand away before giving her overused pussy a few quick slaps. She jolts, a high-pitched protest leaving her.

“This pussy is mine,” I growl. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me. Do you understand?”

She wiggles, her defiant fiery gaze narrowing on me in aversion. She’s quiet, her sweet little sounds replaced with an aura of disobedience.

“Awe, baby,” I coo softly, standing from the bed. “Don’t look at me like that. You knew the consequences and still called him. I think you were just trying to get my attention.” My smirk grows as angry words attempt to leave the gag. She scowls at me, her thick brows pulled close.

I take in her shape, the thick thigh strapped down, spilling over the black leather holster. Her ass is fucking fantastic, plump and muscled.

She definitely works out.

I wonder what gym she uses?

Stalking her outside of the bakery would be fun. I’ll have to look into her membership.

I always considered myself a tits guy, and Loxley’s are beautiful, tear-drop shaped with dusky pink tips, but after seeing her ass, I think I’ve switched teams.

I want to see it bounce on me.

Fuck, I’m leaking with need, but the punishment comes first. Then, I can reward her and myself.

I flick the button to the remote, savoring her sharp intake of breath, when the toy buzzes against her swollen clit. I’ve been experimenting with the vibration strength. My girl responds well to the soft, teasing setting better than the sharp, hard one. That one almost seems too intense for her.

This is meant to be punishing, but I don’t want to take the fun out of it. So, I keep the vibration low and drive her closer and closer to her orgasm before ripping it away.

I watch it build again, taking in the slick sounds of her gushing entrance as her abdomen tightens. Her legs shake against the restraints, the sweet sounds of her moans causing me to feel the pulsing of my shaft.

I walk over to my phone, checking the timer again.

Forty-one minutes.

Damn, I don’t think I can hold out for another twenty. Not at this rate.

I grab the phone, popping it free of the tripod before bringing it closer to my girl. I hover over her, getting close to her face with the camera. “I’ll tell you what, be a good girl for me and tell me you’re mine, and I’ll let you cum, baby.”

Her eyes close, whole body shivering with the impending release I keep yanking away from her. She shakes her head side-to-side, giving me my answer.

“Oh,” my brows go up. “You’re gonna tough it out, then?”

Her head shoots up, a panicked sound leaving her as I take a few steps back.

“Rethinking your decision?” I give her a crooked grin as I unbuckle the gag.

When I pull the ball from her mouth, a trail of saliva connects to it, taunting me.

I want that in my fucking mouth.

She gives a loud whimper, her eyes glossing over. “Please, stop. I’ll say it.”

“That’s my good girl,” I toss the gag aside, lifting my phone. “Who do you belong to, baby?”

Her lip wobbles, “You.”

I shake my head, tsking. “No. I need to hear you say it, Loxley. Tell the camera who owns you.”

Her cheeks turn a blistering shade of red, and I know this is hard for her. She doesn’t want to give me what I’m asking for, but she also doesn’t want the punishment to continue.

Her mouth opens, tears falling down her heated cheeks. “ I belong… to you. Y-you own me.”

I cut the video, tossing my phone on the far side of the bed before leaning down and cupping her cheeks. Her eyes close, tears glistening on the long delicate lashes. I kiss them gently, rewarding her for being so good for me.

“You’re perfect,” I mumble praise with each clothed kiss to her wet face. “So beautiful. Are you ready to cum?”

She nods against me, “Please, please, please…”

Fuck, the begging is unexpected. I thought once I removed the gag, it would be a slew of curses.

But I’m pleasantly surprised once again.

Her sweet little words spur something inside of me.

The urgent need to fulfill her desires has me gripping the remote as I switch the vibration over to her favorite.

It’s a gentle pulse, two long buzzes accompanied by three fast and short ones.

I rest my forehead against hers as her mouth falls open. Her sounds crescendo into a symphony of pleasure as she cries out. Her whole body coils, muscles bunching as her pretty brown eyes roll back in ecstasy. And I’m there with her every step of the way, watching as she takes her pleasure.

As she spasms on the bed, the last bits of her orgasm washing over her, I gently remove the wand and thigh strap from her. I toss them before turning her on her side and removing the wrist ties. I massage the red area on her skin before moving to the ties around her legs.

She breathes heavily in the dimly lit room, moaning when her body can finally relax. I take an ankle, undoing the belted heel strap before pulling it off and groaning at her pretty lavender-painted toes. They look fresh, like she stopped off at the nail salon sometime today and I missed it.

“Fuck, baby. Did you do this for him?” My voice is edged hard, the thought of that Chance fucker getting anywhere close to these cute toes making my murderous rage almost blinding.

I’m going to disfigure him the second I get my hands on him .

Loxley is quiet, her look weary as she observes me from where she rests her head on her pillow.

I hum, removing her other shoe before I sit down, place her feet in my lap, and press my fingers into the bottoms of them as I massage her. “How upset do you think he would be to know these pretty toes are gonna be in my mouth and not his?”

She quickly yanks her feet off my lap, pulling her knees up to her chest as she wraps her arms around them. “Do I know you?” The question is faint, low in the quiet of the room.

My eyes widen for a split second before I turn away from her, hiding my surprise by grabbing my phone off the bed. “Do you?”

There’s a pause in the air as I save the video to my personal files labeled with her name, and shove it in my pocket. When I peer over at my girl, she’s watching me, her head slightly tilted as she rakes her light browns over my body.

“You sound like someone I used to know…” she says thoughtfully before she shakes her head and seems to clear that haze away. “What are you going to do to Chance?”

Still with this fucker?

What’s so great about him?

Why does she care so fucking much about what I do to him?