“Hey, you okay?” Harleigh walks up to me and cups my cheek.
She always asks me that. I think she forgets sometimes that the only thing that will phase me is something happening to her.
“I’m good. Are you ready to do this?” I ask her.
She bites her lip, looking a little nervous. “Yes, but I have a request,” she says gently.
I tilt my head to study her.
“And what’s that? Don’t ask me to go easy on him, baby. You know I won’t do it.”
She nods. “I don’t want you to.”
“Then what is your request?”
“I want you to dominate me in front of him. Dominate me, then fuck me, so he knows that I was never his to touch.”
That’s a thought.
“And you want to do that today?” I question, and she nods again.
“Yep. I want it to be the first form of his torture. I just need him to sit through whatever you’re going to do to him, already feeling broken. I hate what he did to me, O. I hate that he touched me in any way.”
I smile down at her.
“That sounds perfect to me, but you’re going to need a skirt,” I tell her.
“Uh… why?” she questions, looking down at her leggings.
“I’m going to fuck you, but he doesn’t need to see any of you.” Her face pales before she goes to change, coming back out in a flowing skirt that hits mid-thigh.
“Fuck, I’m hard as stone,” I groan and she giggles. “Alright, let’s do this.” I kiss her hard and fast, before we head to the basement.
“Are you certain you’re ready for this?” I ask her one more time when we stop outside the room holding my father.
“Positive.” That’s all the confirmation I need before leading us into the room where my father is tied to a chair, and the first thing he does is snarl at Harleigh.
“Watch it, old man. Anything you say or do against her, will make your torture all that much sweeter for me,” I tell him happily, and he narrows his eyes at me. In the end, he decides to keep his mouth shut, and it makes me smirk.
Yeah, that won’t last long. He’s never been good at holding his tongue.
I go about setting up my travel bag of torture items, and his eyes rarely leave me as I move around. He knows what I do with every single tool in my arsenal.
How I torture my victims, and he’s wondering what I have in store for him. I’m not even sure I know exactly how I’m going to go about it yet. No torture is the same as another, so who knows what’s to come.
“That’s a lot of stuff,” Harleigh whispers into my ear beside me, and I smile. “You really use all of this? Or is it more of a scare tactic?”
Oh, my poor innocent girl.
“Everything you see, I use, baby.” She visibly gulps, and I pull her into a hug, looking into her eyes. “It’s okay. I won’t use any of it in front of you, ever. I promise.”
She nods, leaning into my arms, and it feels like home.
“Thank you,” she whispers into my chest as my father cackles.
“You have a real winner there, Orion. She can’t even handle what you live for?” he taunts, but even though she stiffens, she doesn’t back away or respond.
“Good girl,” I whisper into her hair before pulling away and turning to him.
“That’s where you have it wrong, Paul. She is what I live for. Torture is just a useful skill now,” I reply calmly, and he snorts.
“You’re throwing everything away for pussy you don’t even get to keep all for yourself? I taught you better than that, boy!” he barks at me.
I walk up to him, making sure to get into his face.
“You mean the same girl that you tried to steal from me?” He’s about to spit out more vile shit about Harleigh, so I stand up and punch him square in the jaw, making her squeak. “Baby, can you bring me that roll of duct tape, and the super glue?”
She lifts her eyebrow in question, but brings them over to me without saying a word. It doesn’t take me long to realize she’s playing the role of my submissive and waiting to be spoken to.
My dick throbs against the zipper of my jeans with how much her submission is pleasing me. I really want to take the time to see how much she would be willing to submit, but here in front of him isn’t the time. I refuse to have him see her so vulnerable and open. He doesn’t deserve that. Her deeper need to submit is for Brian, Colten, and me. Alone.
As soon as I have a piece of tape ripped from the roll, I hand it back to her and take the glue, running it along the edges of the tape, before slapping it on his mouth and holding it there.
His muffled screams against my hand are only making the ache in my dick that much worse, knowing I’m going to see his blood run later. I may not need the torture and pain to feel desire anymore, but it doesn’t stop it from coursing through my very being.
Once I am sure the glue has truly stuck to his skin, I move back and look at him.
“You look fucking pathetic right now, Paul. How does it feel?” I taunt, and he screams against the tape, making me laugh. “Right. You can’t talk right now. Don’t worry, I will remove that later. I want to hear all of your screams, asshole.” I back away, and turn to my girl.
