He shifts me, turning my body to face the dreaded dripping pipe. The familiar rattle of metal makes my blood run cold. It's the sound of the chains dragging over the cushion, and it snaps everything back into focus.
"No. Please, no." The plea rips out of me on instinct. All the heat, all the softness, slams into the hard truth of where I am and who is holding me.
His hands still. For a moment, he doesn't move at all. I can feel his heartbeat pounding against my back, matching my own.
Whatever he does next will tell me exactly which version of him just touched me. The man trying to make his mom proud, or the one who makes people disappear.
"Relax," he murmurs against my ear. "They won't stay this time. As long as you're a good girl and listen to me."
"Okay." The word scrapes out of me, and I let him guide my hands behind my back. The metal closes around my wrists again with a quiet click, not as biting as before, but still a reminder of exactly who holds the power here.
"Such a good girl," he growls, settling in behind me, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulls me back against him, filling me completely.
DJ fists the chain, using it to anchor me back on his cock. "DJ, I need more," I breathe. He reaches around to apply light pressure on my clit with his thumb.
My body starts collapsing in pleasure, legs trembling. My lungs are burning and my voice is hoarse.
He lowers me to my knees using the chains as a guide. "Don't be shy, doll. Take me. Take all of me."
I part my lips and loosen my jaw, muscles going slack on instinct. Heat rushes up my neck and blooms across my cheeks, hot and undeniable. I can't tell if it's embarrassment, humiliation, or the way his attention on me turns that shame into something dangerously close to need.
His cock throbs inches from my face, almost taunting me.
He watches as I lean forward, using my tongue to guide his cock past my lips. I lurch forward to take more of him, metal still biting into my wrists. His hand gets lost in my curly bun as he shoves himself further down my throat, pushing all boundaries. My mouth fills instantly, my body threatening to revolt against his monstrous cock.
I swallow the nausea back as he thrusts as deep as he can down my throat.
"My pretty, pretty girl," he growls.
I feel a warm sensation shoot past my tongue and swallow, lapping up every drop of come.
"I fucking knew you were a good girl," he breathes.
He unchains me after. Fingers steady, the key turning quietly. The metal falls to the concrete with a hollow clank that echoes too loud in the sudden quiet.
He presses a soft kiss to my cheek. Helps me to my feet when my legs can't find the floor.
My legs wobble beneath me, muscles weak from tension and everything that just happened. His grip tightens just enough to hold me steady, calluses rough against my skin, until I find my balance on the cold concrete. The air between us shifts, heavy with the aftermath, sweat and breath and unspoken consequences hanging like smoke.
I can feel him beginning to retreat. The subtle pull in his shoulders, the way his eyes move away from mine.
"I'm sorry," he starts.
"For what?"
"I'm not a good guy, Harvee."
"I still don't believe you."
"You should."
He doesn't step back, though. Stays close, heat radiating off him, eyes shadowed with something that looks like regret and hunger fighting for the same space.
"This doesn't change anything," I say, lifting my chin even as my voice wavers. The raw marks on my wrists say otherwise.
"It changes everything." No hesitation. "Hits, jobs, making problems disappear — that's my world. This?" He gesturesbetween us, the couch, the chains on the floor. "This is the first time anyone else got caught in the fallout. I can't find a clean way out of this, Harvee. Not without consequences."
"I don't understand."