Chapter 60 You Say, I Say

My princess is not speaking to me; while it turned me on profusely, knowing that she was lying there and waiting for me, she did not think it was funny at all. It turned her on just as much; she just does not want to admit it. I will admit that I only went and untied her after two hours; hey, they kept me busy downstairs.
So the little vixen is now sent me to the guest room, where I find myself even more frustrated than I was yesterday. Even after about fifteen messages to her phone, she made it quite clear that it is where I deserved to be.
Now, she has locked herself up in the room; I do have a key to open it, but yet I think that she shall hate me even more if I just burst in. So, I am set to beg…again. Well, I would have left her to be mad and calm down, but I kind of need to change my clothes, for I am required downstairs yet again.
And this brings me to the front of what is supposed to be our room.
"Princess, please open up the door."
"Go away, Christian."
"But, princess."
"Don t but me. If you are here for sex, then you can turn right around and go back to your room. I doubt I need to show you how to use your hand."
"Come on, princess. Do I look like that kind of man?"
"I don t care; leave me alone."
Well, from the adamant tone in her voice, she is not going to let me in. I seriously thought that the girl would be into something more…well…on the creative side. Perhaps I should have asked her, but I somehow think that she won t say yes to being tied up and being deserted.
So if I do not succeed now, well, let us see first, "Princess, please let me in."
"Christian, did your dirty mind make you death? I said go away."
"Princess, you are being difficult."
"Oh really, do you want me to show you what is difficult?"
Next, she flings the door open, not truly realizing what she has just done. So I slip past her arms and make my way into the room.
"Uhg," she grunts. "Look what you made me do! You did that on purpose."
"Not really, but I am glad that it worked out in my favor."
"Christian."
"Yes, princess. You know that turned me on, but I wanted to slap you so hard I completely forgot."
Now she has left herself completely open for a comment that she might just not find funny again.
"Well, I have something you can slap me with."
"Oh, don t you worry, I had a good look at what you have there."
"So, what do you say, we try some of it out?"
With that, she goes to curl under the blankets again, and fuck, I so badly want to take her now. So I go to stand in front of her instead; with a wicked smile on my face, she watches me as I continue to undo my jeans button by button. I slowly and agonizingly painfully slide it over my firm ass and drive them down my sculpted legs. Then I hook my fingers in the band of my black underwear, and with one swift glide, I toss it aside.
I hear her gasp under her breath and watch as she slightly bites into her bottom lip. I turn on my heels and make an elegant stride completely naked towards the bathroom.
As I step into the shower, I feel the warm drops from the showerhead spray down my face and trickle down my chest. I keep my eyes closed and let my body get soaked. I can feel her standing there; I know that she is watching me.
"Princess, I know you are there."
She does not say a word. As I open my eyes, I watch as she slides her lace lingerie down her body and drops it to rest on her feet. I step backward and admire her body as she steps into the shower with me.
For a moment, I stand, unable to move as I see her body disappear into the water. I spin her around and lay my lips roughly against hers.
"You little vixen."
She only but chuckles at me at pulls my lips inch and inch back closer.
My hand flutters to her face, holding firmly in my hands; I lay my lips against velvety ones. My body moans, and we melt into each other. She kisses me intensely with heated lips that only but burns into the bottom of my soul. As I slightly part her lips, I delve inside and let my tongue intertwine. Pure, delicious torture is what I feel as I explore her mouth.
"God, princess, I want you."
"Take me, Christian."
"I got…"
She swallows my answer with her soft lips. I want to touch her body; I want to feel her burning hot against my skin. I have the desire to absolutely satisfy her desires. The urgency to have her seems to have grown out of control. Our bodies are trembling; our passion is melting. The more she is kissing me, the deeper my hunger grows.
Then she runs her hands down the crevasses and lines of my perfect physique. I lift her from her feet, and she locks her legs tight around my waist. With passion turning white-hot, I carry her towards the bed. Gently I drop her into the soft satins sheets.
I roughly run my hands up her legs and over her thighs; my tongue runs lushes stroke up trailing behind her hands. I swirl the tip around her navel, never once touching her where she so desires. My lips crawl through her cleavage to find those cherry lips.
I slide back down her body and walk over to the closet; she watches me with pure lust and slight anticipation. I wink at her and lift it from the draw.
"What about this, princess?"
Then I stride back to her, very satisfied that I now have her hooked. But then…
There is a goddamn knock on the door.
"Someone better be dead or dying."
"Sorry, boss," I hear Mason s voice come from the other side.
"Mason, what do you want?"
"Boss, he is ready to talk."
I look down into my princess's eyes, she is panting, and I know she is at the height of her arousal.
"Princess, I am sorry, but I need to go."
"Ugh. I am killing Mason and you later. Just go."
After dressing, and much to my frustration for been fucking horny, I make my way downstairs. But not before Mason has something to say.
"So, boss, I saw you slept in the guest room."
"Well, unsee yourself, for I am not talking about it."
But now, of course, the man is not going to listen, for he carries on, "Is it perhaps to do with why Cassandra was screaming and you were not even in the room. What did you do to the girl?"
"I tied her to the bed."
"What?"
"I tied her to the bed. Now I thought it would turn her on, which it did, but she was more pissed. And in any case, why are you listening to my fiance scream?"
"It was kind of hard to miss."
"Yes, above the asshole downstairs. Now, did he say he is willing to talk, or is he just saying it to get out of this?"
"I am leaning towards trying to get out of this."
I only but shake my head, and turn to Mason, "Does he think that I am going to leave him alive?"
So as I descend the stairs into the basement, the man immediately starts to beg, but I am not up for begging. He is either telling me and dies, or he just dies. He truly does not need him to get the location of Joseph s safe house because I shall find it myself…eventually.
After chasing out everyone except Mason, I walk up to where we have him tied to a rusty old black chair. Yes, very mafia-like, but I ain t the fuck ruining a chair with his blood.
"Okay," I stand infront of him with my hand firmly on the grip of my Ruger. "So I hear that you are willing to talk?"
"Yes, I am willing to talk," he stutters uncontrollably as he can barely speak. Well, I don t give a shit. The man will talk today.
"Where is the safe house?" I ask him as I play with the clip. Much to his horror, I continue to count the bullets. "Oh, there seems to be one missing. Mason, whom did I shot last?"
Mason only chuckles, and I continue to point the barrel to the guy s head, "Where is the safe house?"
"What safe house?"
"Joseph s safe house."
"I don t know what you are talking about."
"I thought you said you are going to talk?"
"I am talking."
Ya, this one is a goddamn smart ass; yes, he is willing to talk; he is willing to repeat everything I say and then denying it. Well, sorry, he obviously thinks that I am fucking stupid; best I prove to him otherwise.
"Mason, pliers."
I watch as the man squirms in his chairs and tries to pull his hands loose. Yes, it is those very hands that are going to wish that he just did not take me for a fuck.
So as Mason hands me pliers, which I really did not care to clean, I walk closer to the man, "Now, do you want to play 'you said, I say, or are you going to give me a proper answer?"
"You can go fuck yourself."
"Mmm…let me think. I have Cassandra for that, so I guess you are the one that will be fucking himself."
Now, let us do it perfectly, wait, I think I have changed my mind, "Mason, the knife."
Mason passes me a very questionable but shit-sharp knife. As I step even closer, the man starts to whimper as he thinks he is about to die. Guess Joseph never told them what happens when they get tortured. Well, he is about to find out.
So, Mason steps closer, and I show for him to hold the man s hand into place. "Now, if you move, then I cut off your hand. So keep still."
Next, with what seems like going absolutely slowly backward, I rest the blade on the knife on his pinky, just below his knuckle. Then once again.
"Where is the safe house?"
He only squirms as he shakes his head.
"Well, I warned you."
With that, I slice the knife down into his finger, blood squirts, and I watch as it detaches and drops to the floor.
Then from behind me, I hear a voice, "Christian, what the fuck are you doing?"
When the man sees Cassandra walking up to him, "Okay, okay."