Page 46 of Keeping Her Under
About all the things he would’ve said and done to her when I wasn’t there to protect her.
My arousal shifts into anger. My cock falls a bit, but it still lingers as a semi. But that’s enough to hide in my waistband while standing upright.
After changing in my van, I head back inside for my shift. I go through the motions needed for work as I count down the minutes until I can go home.
But every second thought gets me harder and harder. While I play on my phone during surgery, the beckoning of the teddy cam app gets me rock hard and leaking. I’m constantly juggling to get it to go down. I can’t even go pee because any time I touch myself, it jumps to attention. My bladder is pressing on my prostate, and that’s making me even more crazy.
When my workday is finally over and I park my van in my garage, I let out a half-sigh, half-groan. I lean back in my seat as the roller comes down behind me. My cock instantly springs to life again. I undo the button on my pants and pull myself free of the fabric. The air makes me harder. Fuck. I need to come. I need to come. I can’t take it anymore.
But when my fingers wrap around my aching flesh, they graze the S branded into the base of me.
I freeze, my muscles clenched tight.
I promised her I would always put her first.
Shuddering in shame, I release myself.
Climbing out of the car with an aching erection, I head into the house through the connecting door. I collect a few things, putting them into a box as the radio blares. It’s on too loud for comfort, but it’s doing its job of hiding Lance’s screams. I don’t hear him until I open the basement door.
“– gonna kill you! You mother fucker!”
That’s Asher’s domain, I think to myself with a soft chuckle. Shifting the box of goods I’m carrying under one arm, I use my free hand to tuck my semi into my pants. Then I hold the box in both hands again as I finish my descent.
A home gym spreads out in front of me. Most of the equipment I have never used. I bought it all for Asher. I have a much higher income than he does, but he refuses to take any money from me, so I buy him gifts I claim are for me. He sees right through it, of course, but it allows him to keep his pride.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Lance screams as soon as he sees me, but he doesn’t tug against his binds.
We’ve tied him to a pull-up dip station. His arms are extended and spread above his head, the ropes going from his wrists to the highest bar. His legs are also spread, but we put his feet on the metal bars that make up the bottom of the station rather than flat against the floor. This way, his own weight will cause him pain.
He’s pressed against the small square backrest, but even that doesn’t give him any relief. Because I drilled twenty-seven two-inch screws through it and into his back. If he wants to move, he’ll have to rip them out of his flesh first.
I walk over to him as he continues to scream. As I put the cardboard box down on the bench press beside him, I talk at normal volume. “You’re here because of what you did to Summer.”
“– you to my dogs!” He pauses for a second, then snorts, “Summer? I ain’t touch her! The bitch drove into that tree herself!”
I punch him in the chest, driving him back onto the screws. He screams as blood drips down onto the floor, right onto the tarp we laid out beneath it before we tied him down.
Going calmly back to the box, I pull out a scalpel. “I know you saw her that morning.”
“I ain’t seen –”
I slash him across the forehead. It’s a shallow cut, but the face bleeds a lot due to all the blood vessels. He screams as red runs into his eyes.
“I have her phone. I know what you did to her.”
“I ain’t did –”
Another slice. Another scream.
“You’re not very bright, are you?” I say.
“You calling me stupid?”
“A smart person wouldn’t have to ask.”
“Huh? You mother fu– Ahhhh!”
The next cut slices diagonally across the outside of his cheek. Bit by bit, I will carve his face off. But I don’t want him going into shock or passing out, so I clean the scalpel on his shirt, then place it on the bench. Getting out the roll of paper towels, I lay a few squares of it down, then chuck it back in the box. Next I grab the scissors.
