Page 23 of Psycho

“Stand up.”

I place my thumb and forefinger on her chin, and tilt her head back. Leaning down, I scoop up some of the cum with my tongue, before forcefully pushing it inside her mouth.

The raw need to mark her, in every fucking way, is overwhelming. Anastasia surprises me when she kisses me back. Her taste is sweet, with a slight bitterness from my tongue. She places her hands on my chest and digs her nails into my skin, when I pull her hair and tilt her head to the side, so I can change my angle. I shouldn’t want her at all, but I can’t stop myself from licking all over the inside of her mouth.

Pulling back, I take a moment to gaze at her, thoroughly enjoying my work.

“Kneel in front of the cross, and wait for your master to return. Do not wipe that off. If you do, well, you know what happens.”

Her glare is stunning, that halo in her eyes more prominent as her jaw clenches.

Oh, poor little lamb. Are you angry?

“Do you degrade all women, or just me?”

I chuckle darkly before responding. Degradation isn’t really a kink of mine, but I think it might be with her. That fire in her eyes, her tiny fists at her sides, and a clenched jaw. She may not want me to know, but I can see the beginning of the break. It’s only a tiny crack right now, but eventually it’ll be a complete fracture.

“Oh, poor little counselor. Let’s remember, you started this, not me. I guess you could say, you fucked around and found out. Trust me, you’re going to like your next task far less than taking my cock in your throat, which, if you were an honest woman, you’d admit you liked.”

Tilting her head to the side, she stares at me with a curious gaze, but she doesn’t ask. I wouldn’t have told her, and ruined the element of surprise, even if she had. This little game may end quickly, along with her life, when it’s time for her next job anyway. I’d bet everything I own that she will not complete it. She says she’ll do anything, but everyone has limits, and this is beyond hers.

“You may get dressed, but you will not clean your face. And I will come back to find you on your knees.”

“Yes, master,” she says with a bite, laced with sweet venom, and again, making my cock hard. I know she hates me, but shortly, my little lamb will experience self-hatred like she has never known. I can’t fucking wait.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ANASTASIA

The second he leaves, I put my clothes on, to cover not only my body, but the shame I feel for what happened. It shouldn’t even be possible to be turned on by Psycho. He’s a madman. Massimo Bonetti is sexy as hell on the outside, but cold and dead on the inside. There are no redeeming qualities. If there’s a worse man on earth, I’ve never met him, or at least that’s what I’m currently telling myself. None of that matters because, for a long month, I have to do everything he tells me to. I’ll obey his every command for my survival, but also because letting him kill me feels like handing him a win. It would prove him right, like I’m as weak as he thinks I am. He doesn’t know the shit I’ve endured in my life. Men that have taken from me, until I had nothing left to give. He’s only one of many on a long list. He isn’t the first monster I’ve encountered. I can handle anything he dishes out. After what Carlo did to me, it will pale in comparison.

Kneeling in front of the cross, I wait. I shift uncomfortably, as I wonder how long he’ll be gone, or what awaits me when he returns. The urge to clean my face is intense, my skin is tight, and feels disgusting, but I fight it. I glance around the room while I wait, and take in the various spots that I assume are for torture. The St Andrew’s Cross behind me is the only item in the room that people would normally think is BDSM equipment, but I think it’s simply another device for him to hurt people on. There are two metal tables on the other side of the room, with straps hanging down on both ends. The white floor with the drain on it is telling. It’s probably for easy cleanup of blood. This entire basement is a serial killer’s dream, and a victim’s worst nightmare. I can’t help but wonder how many people have died here. Is it hundreds or thousands? I swallow hard at the thought. The Assistant District Attorney in me wants to know, but the terrified woman kneeling in wait doesn’t want to even think about it.

I get up to see if there’s a bathroom, and walk past the metal tables to find a door. Upon opening it, I find another room. The walls are red, the floor black, and there’s a king sized bed on one side, and a chair on the other. The kind you’d find in a dentist’s office, that can lie back, or be left upright. A small metal table sits beside it, with what looks like a tattoo machine. Shaking my head in confusion, I walk back out and close the door, before finding the place I’m looking for. The bathroom is small and plain. White walls, a white toilet, and a single shower stall, with a glass sliding door. I am quick to relieve myself, and wash my hands, when I find one thing that makes me smile.Mouthwash.I can finally get the taste of him out of my mouth, because I am not willing to admit that I liked his taste on my tongue. My first fantasy as a teenager was Massimo, but not like this. Glancing in the mirror, I spot my face, and repulsion fills me, as Carlo’s voice pops into my mind.

‘Disgusting fucking whore.’

Massimo is not the first man to degrade me, or make me feel two inches tall. I swallow the emotion, causing a lump in my throat.

That’s how you know you’ll get through this.

I quickly make my way back to the cross, and kneel, while breathing out a relieved sigh that I’m back in position, right when I hear noise on the other side of the door, and my heart pounds like a jackhammer inside my chest.

“Stop fucking whining, and get inside,” Psycho says, as my boss walks in, with his hand gripping the back of his neck.

My eyes widen, as I blink fast, trying to make sense of what’s in front of me, and my mouth opens in a near gape, as Psycho directs him to the metal table. This is not happening, I try to tell myself. He is not going to make you watch him kill Easton.

“Clothes off,” he orders, and much to my surprise, my boss complies. I tend to think this is likely not unusual for Psycho. Even when people know the outcome won’t be good, they probably still do as they’re told, as I have, because pissing him off will only cause things to escalate.

I turn away, because I don’t really want to see him naked. And I don’t want to watch whatever Psycho plans to do to him.

“Please. I have never crossed you.”

His tormentor chuckles darkly, and if there ever was a doubt, there is none now. Psycho is a psycho, and he enjoys this.

“I know. Shame, isn’t it? Unfortunately, my little lamb has a test. We’re going to see if she will pass or fail. My money is on failure, but people do surprising things, when their lives are on the line.”

I glance up at him when he says that, wondering how this is my test. Does he think I’ll try to save him? Easton is alright, I suppose, but I won’t trade my life for his. He lies naked on the metal table, shivering, with a strap holding his biceps down, and another over his thighs. This really is great firsthand knowledge to get, so I can get out of here, and have them prosecuted, assuming I ever find someone high up that they haven’t paid off. I’m a witness now. I won’t be involved in the case, but that doesn’t matter to me. The Bonetti brothers, going to prison where they belong, is enough for me. If I can take down Psycho, and not the others, that’s at least something. One is better than none of them. Besides, this may lead to uncovering other things about this violent family.

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