Chapter 59 Torturing Pleasure

We are park close to the house where Joseph s lover lives. We have not seen much movement inside, but I can safely say that we need not have to ask what he is doing. How wicked it would be to catch him off-guard the way he is at the moment.
Now I am in the back with Cassandra, still holding firmly onto the grip on my gun, when there suddenly is a knock on my window. As I snap my head to the left, I watch in an inch of a second as Mason jumps out of the car. The next thing I see is him shoving his gun into the back of the man.
I recognize him immediately; he is one of Joseph s men; he must have spotted me and thought he could be brave enough to take me on. Next to me is a rather terrified woman,
"Cassandra, get into the front," I yell as softly as I possibly can. The last thing we need is to cause an alarm for Joseph to come outside.
Mason opens the door and tries to shove the man inside, "Shut the fuck up and get into the car."
I firmly point my gun at the man s face, without even trembling a finger, "Get into the goddamn car."
Finally, Mason has in securely next to me and turns to get back into the driver s seat, make sure that nobody has seen the commotion. With one glance, I can see Joseph s car is still standing where it was a few minutes ago. I am safe to say that he has not seen anything that happened, and unfortunately, for this asshole next to me, he is not going to notice he is missing until hours later.
So, as the man is staring at the barrel of my gun, which is pretty close to his face, he sees Cassandra sitting in the front. Then he gets very brave enough to whisper her name, "Cassandra, what are you doing here?"
"I am with Christian; I guess you have not heard my father has disowned me."
"No, he did though say that there is a bounty on Christian s head."
"Ah, and I guess you wanted to collect," I watch her as she laughs in his face. "Well, I am afraid that won't happen today."
With that, we drive out of the estate; there is no particular need, well let us think of this, is there a purpose that this man has for me? Do I need this man to get information from? He is, after all, close detail to Joseph and knows almost everything that the man does. As these thoughts turn around in my head, I turn to Cassandra, and she only but frowns at me.
"Princess, is it worth to keep him alive? Well, at least just for a little bit."
"Yes, he will know where my dad will go when he goes into hiding. And he will know where the shipments are coming into. That is if you want to claim your stake on that too."
"I want to bring your father down; I am taking everything that is his."
She gives me a cocky little smile on that gorgeous face and slightly tilts her head, "Like me?"
"Yes, princess, I have taken you, but I would more say that you have given yourself to me."
I phone in for Jax to get the basement ready, I never thought I would have a use for the thing in the first place, yet I knew that it would one day come in handy. Okay, let us be honest here, it is more like a room, and perhaps it would have been one of those rooms that you do not really speak of. Well, my favorite part would be tying this little vixen up while having my way with her. Guess now I can only fantasize about it.
So as we get home, Mason pulls the guy out of the car; he is kicking and squirming like a little child. I swear, if he could piss his pants, he would have done that. The man has no idea what trouble he has gotten himself in. I slowly get out of the car and casually walk over to him; then I shove my gun firmly in his back. "Now move."
He only but grunts and continues to try to get his way loose.
"It's no use. If you are going to run, then I will fucking shoot you anyway. At least this way, you still have a few days left to live."
"Joseph will come looking for me," he says underneath deep, stuttered breaths, "He will know that you have me," he says rather determined
"Do you honestly think that he cares about you?" I say as I only but smirk. "He will only take his shit and go in hiding."
"Well, I am not telling you a damn thing."
"Oh, you will talk, see; my dad showed me one thing. Do you know what that is? Do you know what a Mafia Boss shows his sixteen-year-old boy?"
"How to fucking jerk off," he snaps back at me.
"Ha!" I burst out in laughter and only shove my gun deeper into his skin. "He showed me how to tortured the shit out of filth like you. And honestly, I have not had to opportunity to practice it. Now, you shall be wise to tell me what I want to know, or you might lose a few limbs."
He only but mumbles something underneath his breath in a language that I do not know. Well, I can safely say that he knows what his fate is, and god, I am not backing down on now. This is number three and counting, well, four if you count Veronica.
So while Mason takes the guy down to the basement, I find Jax standing in the kitchen. Now the man has some weird, awful smile on his face. So I only but cock my head at him, "What is that damn thing on your face for?"
"Oh, just wondering, boss."
"What are you wondering about?"
"That room you have downstairs," he says as he points to the direction that Mason left in. "It is a really odd basement or, as you say, a room."
"Well, it was a basement that I turned into a room. You never know when you are going to need the extra space."
"Ya, about that extra space, I did find some…well, they are rather questionable things."
"Just get out with it Jax," I slam my gun down on the table and lean back on it.
"I can only say that, yes, I think Cassandra was in for a weird time."
"What the fuck did you do with it?"
"I left it in your room."
"Fuck."
I spin on my heels and make a dash for the room; I know that Cassandra has gone upstairs to change; I just hope I get there before her.
Well, as I step through the door, she has something swaying in her hand. "Christian, what is?"
"What do you want it to be?"
"If you show me what you do with it, then I will tell you what it is."
"Princess, don t make jokes like that. You will drive a man insane." I rather uncomfortable adjust a raging hard-on.
"There is only one reason why you use this, Christain; I hope you were planning to use it on me."
"Of course, only you."
She makes small elegant steps toward me; she knows exactly what I am going to do with that. She is out to goddamn tease. She pushes me down until my ass is flat on the bed.
As she comes to stand in front of me, I grab her around her waist and drop her onto my lap. She wiggles and squirms as I hold her into place. Through short rapid breaths, she stutters as she speaks, "Christian, what are you doing?"
I flip her around and lay her across my lap, resting my hand over the small of her back.
"Are you wet, princess?"
She does not answer as I gently part her legs and slide my finger through her soaked lips.
"Fuck, princess, I am going to spank you so fucking hard."
I wind my fingers in her hair and pull her head up until I can see her eyes locking with mine. There are lust and desire and a bit of fear of what I am about to do to her.
…Cassandra s POV…
I feel his hand lightly stroke my ass, from my back down to my knees, his fingers gently trailing down my thighs. He twirls his fingers in my pantie and slips them down my legs. And just as I thought he was going to touch me, no, he goes and smacks me on my ass.
He smack me again; I can feel the tingling send sensations to my core; it sends seven sensations of pleasure that make me completely wet.
Then he smacks me again.
Smack.
And smack.
Every time he goes harder. ?
I gasp every time his hand makes contact with my skin. The smacks are raining hard as the blows become harder and faster.
Light stings.
Heavy thuds.
My thigh trembles and I become dripping wet.
He pauses and strokes me lighty against my tender skin.
"Oh, god, Christian."
His fingers trail between my legs, and he finds the wetness where the pressure has been building. I buck and squirm; I slowly moan as I beg for more.
"Do you want more, princess?"
"Oh god, Christian."
Smack.
Again smack.
Smack again.
His hand is spanking; god, I am near to crying, both from pleasure and the frustration of not having him.
He lets go of my hair and wraps his hand even firmer around my waist so I cannot move at all. Then he smacks me; that pressure is now building a peak. Then again softly, small rapid little slaps.
"God, Christian, please."
He slides his hand back to my sweet spot again, teasing and stroking. I am panting and out of breath. He delves and dives; my ass I burning. I desire to have him inside me.
But smack again.
And he leaves me lingering. I am a wreck; my body is screaming from his expert finger, exploring me.
"Open your legs, princess."
I slowly spread my legs for him and accept the stinging slaps, which are growing closer to my clit. The pain I thought I wouldn't be able to bear is suddenly taking me to the edge.
"No, princess, not yet."
He picks me up and drops me back onto the bed; the soft satin sheets are soothing the burn where he smacked my tender skin.
He scrunches his fingers in his shirts, then agonizingly slow, he pulls it over his head. Then he drops down onto the bed and starts crawling up my body like a craving animal. He runs his tongue up my calve, then kisses my thighs before he runs his lips up to my stomach. Slight hovering his lips over my erect nipples and reaching my sweet lips
Then he slips the very thing that I had in my hand from the back of his pants. He slams the one side over my left wrist, then takes it over to the right and makes sure I am cuff to the bed.
But…He slowly gets up and puts his shirt on.
"I have someone waiting for a torturing."
Then out of the door, he disappears.
"Christian, you cannot leave me like this."