Get Off on the Pain (16 page)

I back up to my old dresser facing the bed. It’s the perfect height and angle for what I’m about to do. I stand next to it and look at the screen as I adjust the lens, making sure it’s at the right focus from this distance. Fucking perfect. I scroll through the settings until I find the automatic timer and set it. I haven’t told Lyric, but I have an old camera myself. Taking pictures used to keep me distracted when needed. It was only a short lived hobby.

I place the camera on the top of the dresser and make sure it’s facing in the right place. “Take off your panties.” I watch it just to make sure it’s right. Sucking in a small breath, she slowly moves her hand down her stomach, dipping her fingers underneath her red panties, and continuing down her legs, removing them.

I watch the camera snap three shots as she completely bares herself, meeting my approval with the setup. “Good girl.” I leave it and walk back to the edge of the bed, ready for our session to begin.

I drop down onto my knees and run my bottom lip along her leg. “Touch yourself,” I whisper against her flesh. “Show me how bad you wish it were me.”

She’s hesitant for a moment, like she’s uncomfortable, but then she runs her hands up both legs and slides one finger inside of her. She bites her bottom lip as I take her hand and shove her finger deeper, wanting to watch her take herself like I would. I’m going to be the outsider looking in . . . for now.

“Fuck yourself slow and deep, Lyric . . . just like I did.” The flash goes off as I run my tongue up her thigh, stopping at the crease of her leg, beside her pussy. Another shot signals right as I clamp my teeth onto her flesh and shove her finger even deeper into her pussy, making her jump.

“Mmmmm,” she moans out while gripping my hair. “Memphis.”

I suck on the flesh of her thigh roughly, moving my hand on top of hers and pushing my left middle finger inside of her at the same time as she shoves hers deeper. She’s so damn tight that we both hardly fit inside together. My cock hardens against my briefs. It wants inside.

I want to be in her so bad, but I need to control myself. I’m only here to finish what I started. I can’t just leave her unsatisfied.

“Your pussy feels so good.” I grip her breast in my free hand and squeeze, flicking my thumb over her hard nipple. I can’t help but to stare at her freshly waxed pussy before bending lower and sucking her clit into my mouth.

She moans, but doesn’t say anything. In this moment she’s the sexiest I have ever seen her. It’s going to take a lot not to fuck her until she’s sore.

I grip her hand, pulling our fingers free from her pussy at the same time before looking her in the eyes as I suck her finger clean. “Turn around and sit on your knees,” I demand.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Bending forward, I wrap my arm around her waist and force her body against mine. I brush her hair behind her ear and kiss below it. “I told you . . . I’m in charge. Do as I say so that I can make you fucking come.”

Swallowing, Lyric pushes me away from her before turning around and getting on her knees as instructed.

Just the sight of her perfect round ass makes me want to bust my load all over it, watching it run down the crack. Well, fuck me.

I place my hand on the center of her back and push her down so that her elbows and forearms are against the mattress and her ass is in the air. Her pussy is so wet right now I can see her arousal dripping. She may not admit it, but she’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

The flash of the camera continues to go off, driving me more.

“Reach your hand between your legs and touch yourself, Lyric.” I slowly trail my hand down her back, admiring her curves as she reaches between her legs.

I rub my index finger down her ass crack, teasing her as the flash goes off again.

I watch her rub her clit, grabbing her chin and turning her head toward me, so that I can capture the look on her face as she moans out. “I want to watch you come.”

She bites her bottom lip as I lean in and run the tip of my tongue between her folds, over her pussy. She tastes so fucking good: addictive.

Lyric pushes her hips back to meet my mouth and her finger drops from her clit. I growl and she puts it back, automatically knowing what I wanted. Her grip on the blanket tightens as I swirl my tongue around her, tasting what I want as mine.

“Memphis,” she says between moans. “Fucking make me come.” She spins around and grabs my head, desperately slamming her hips into my mouth a few times, before burying my head back into her pussy. Fuck, this has me hot.

I crawl onto the bed and move her up with me, positioning her so that her back is arched and her pussy is in my face. Her hands grip onto the headboard as I blow on her pussy and then swirl my tongue around her clit. I swipe my tongue down her folds before shoving it into her pussy and thrusting it in and out while rubbing my thumb over her clit.

She starts shaking below me and thrashing around before I feel her clenching around my tongue and I taste her arousal in my mouth.

“Oh shit!” She reaches for my hair as I pull my tongue out and suck her clit into my mouth once more, before releasing it. “How the hell did you do that so fast?” She places both her hands against her forehead and fights to catch her breath. “It never . . . happens that fast for me.”

I stand and move to the dresser, reach for the camera, and take a picture of her sweaty, flushed body. I want her to always remember what I can do to her.

“When you want something, you have to learn to control it and make it yours.” I look down at her and watch as she covers up with the blanket. “So I just did . . .”

I turn and walk away, leaving her with that thought. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. Now I can’t take it back.

Even I have to admit . . . it’s the truth.

I WAKE UP GRIPPING THE blankets, my body full of sweat and my teeth clenched together. This shit seems to happen too often. “Fuck me.” It takes me a moment to shake it off and realize that I’m awake now. Doesn’t matter. I’m already shaken up from the memory and too worked up to relax.

Sitting with my legs over the edge of the bed, I place both my hands on my head and look up to see Alex standing against my dresser.

“I see you sleep like I do; not for shit.” He swallows hard. “I need you to meet me somewhere tonight. I don’t have time to explain. I just need you to listen.” He tosses a piece of paper down next to me and rushes toward the steps, gripping his black bag in his right hand.

“What the fuck, Alex?” I sit up and reach for the paper, confused as shit by his games. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“I have some work to do. I have to go. Just meet me there around midnight.” He stops when he’s halfway up the stairs. He’s nervous as shit for some reason and it gives me an uneasy feeling. “And don’t be late.”

Without another word he jogs up the stairs.

“Are you shitting me?” I rub my hands through my hair, trying to wake the hell up. It must be like five in the morning. I have no idea what the hell Alex has going on, but I have a feeling that I’m not going to like where this takes me.

I CAN SMELL BLOOD AND sweat all around me, bringing me back to that dark place: the one I left behind a long time ago. At least, the one I buried fucking deep. I should have known it wouldn’t stay buried away for long. My resistance is wearing away as I stand here, my eyes glued to the bloodied corner where Alex resides barely standing.

Damn you, Alex. What the fuck did you get me into?

I take a step forward, finding myself getting closer and closer to the makeshift stage surrounded by eager bystanders, all out to see blood tonight. As I get closer I can see the thick ropes are stained in red from blood of previous fighters. Being here is really fucking testing me. This all on a whole new level.

My whole body tenses and every muscle in my body flexes in preparation as Alex takes another bareknuckle blow to the face, blood splattering across the wall behind him. It’s about the fifth one he’s taken in the last two minutes.

He’s on his knees and looking as if he’s about down to his last breath. He’s barely moving. He’s giving up.

Ah, fuck, Alex!

Without thinking I start pushing my way through the crowd, causing all eyes to land on me, but I don’t give a fuck. I can feel the beast take over, the one that destroyed me in the past. I will not stand here and watch him die.

“Fucking stand up,” his contender screams.

The crowd starts chanting the other fighter’s name, but in my blind rage all I can hear is the buzzing in my ears. I don’t let it slow me down though; nothing can now.

I approach the stage right as the other fighter kneels down behind Alex and wraps his monstrous arm around his neck. This guy is a fucking beast compared to Alex. This is why he brought me here tonight. He fucking knew there was a chance he’d die. Well, bringing me here is the best thing that could have happened to him tonight, but the worst that could have happened to me.

Now, there’s no going back. It took me six years in that prison to find myself and push my need for fighting in the ring aside. I controlled it in the alley, but not here. I won’t be able to. Not when someone is threatening to take a life. I may never shake this now. I can already feel the release as anticipation of the blow consumes my mind, body, and soul. This is me. Call it sick, but I get off on the pain.

My ice blue eyes lock with Alex’s. Seeing the desperation behind that look is enough to send me into a rampage, not to mention that he looks fucked out of his mind. That means he’s been dreading this moment for a while. He knew it would come down to this.

His arms lay limp at his sides as he struggles to breathe under the beast’s hold. His eyes are already swollen almost completely shut. At this moment I want to kill this man, as well as the sick son of a bitch Asher Sharp, that brought him here in the first place.

My brother doesn’t belong here, but it’s all he knows; all I know.

“Fucking finish him, Abel!” The sick bastard, Asher, orders out, only pissing me off more. “He’s done.”

My eyes flicker over to the beast they call Abel, and in his moment of glory he doesn’t even notice me. His arms flex as he tightens his hold around Alex’s neck and reaches for his chin with his other hand, ready to snap his spine. He smiles a sickening, bloody smile that makes my blood run cold. This son of a bitch is serious. He’s going to kill him. This proves that all the shit I’ve heard about Asher in the past is true.

Shit!

My adrenaline has me sliding under the ropes and coming at Abel in two seconds flat. I see red as my fist pounds into the right side of his temple, before I grip the back of his head and plow my knee right into his face, sending him down to the bloodied cement.

Ah that feels good: fucking release.

I’m pumped up and ready to go.

The skin on my knuckles ripped open upon impact, causing my hand to throb, but it’s a pain I welcome. It gives me a rush, my own personal high. I stand here, blood dripping over my hand as I stare down at Abel’s limp body with my jaw ticking, before looking up to meet Asher’s eyes. I’m heated and now I’m craving more.

He stares back, his eyes narrowed on me, standing from his seat—one of the only few in the warehouse. His eyes are dark, his jaw grinding as he whispers to the man next to him. He’s pissed as fuck and I’ve just signed my fucking death wish.