Chapter 86: Big Mouth

Sophie

“Or what, sassafras? Are you going to punish me? Bend me over your knee and spank me?” I pushed. “News flash, you aren’t my Daddy Dom. I don’t answer to you!”

“Maybe not yet. I wouldn’t use my hand on your sweet lower cheeks, no… I would use my riding crop or a paddle until you bleed. I don’t need to throw you over my knee when I have a bed upstairs that will work better for everything I’m going to do to you. I already know just how beautiful marks look on you. One more word out of you that isn’t a sincere apology, and I may fill that mouth with something else to keep it occupied since it likes getting you in trouble,” Reese warned, pointing his finger at me. I resisted the urge to bite it.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I whispered, my heart racing faster.

“Try me, buttercup. I am your master now, and I will enjoy breaking you: mind, body, and spirit,” Reese responded before he picked up my shackled leg, undoing the restraint with the key in his hand. He grabbed me forcefully by the arm, dragging me upstairs back to my new cage. I could barely keep up with his speedy movement. The guard outside saw us coming and quickly input the code so the door would open when we arrived. He threw me unceremoniously into the room.

Once securely inside, he walked to the dresser under the television and pulled out a black paddle and steel cuffs. “Dress off and over the edge of the bed. You have five seconds to comply, or I will forcefully do it for you,” Reese’s calm demeanor switched to a scary, psychotic man that had Sophie trembling.

“5,” he counted out. Despite my vigorous head shaking, he continued to count ever so slowly. “4…”

“Reese, this is not okay,” I said, holding up my hands while he approached me like a lion, and it was dinner.

“3!” He said proudly. At this moment, Hunter walks into the room.

“Hunter! Please help me. He wants me to hurt me. Tell him he can’t touch me,” I said, trembling. I was now backed up against the wall. Hunter was standing by the now-closed door with his arms crossed.

“Why would I do that? Here, brother, let me help you,” he said instead. All the blood rushed from my face. I am sure I am as white a ghost now.

“ 2,” Reese called out, twirling the paddle in his hand, still stalking towards me.

“NO!” I yelled defiantly.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “1.” He stepped into my personal bubble and grabbed my arms. “NO!” I shouted in his face again.

The fire I had been suppressing exploded within me, unleashing the fury with the adrenaline that shot through my veins.

Since his hands were on my biceps, I moved both hands inward in a sweeping motion, putting my strength in my arms to push him away from my arms. I immediately kicked his shin as hard as possible, gaining a yelp. I turned slightly so I was perpendicular to my assailant. I used my bony elbow to strike him in the chest before striking him in the face.

“FUCK!” Reese yelled when I hit his nose, finally taking that much-needed step away from my personal bubble and allowing me to fight more. I used this moment to kick at his kneecap, sending him to his knee, screaming another explicative in pain. I went to kick him while he was down, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist and pinned my arms, pulling me away. Hunter pushed me against the wall, making the front of my body flush with the wall. He put his whole weight on me, rendering me incapacitated.

“Get off of me, you brainless waste of space!” I yelled, pushing against Hunter’s massive body. “My goodness, what do you eat? Children? Bricks? Souls?” I continued to fight against him.

“I plan to eat you soon,” he whispers into my ear, putting even more pressure on my back. I would have barfed all over him for that statement, but he pushed a little too hard on my newly stitched whip mark, making me cry out in pain, “AH!”

“Thanks for the assist, bro,” I hear Reese say behind me.

“No problem. I have been waiting for her to act up. Honestly, I’m surprised she waited this long. I have to admit, she is always good for entertainment. Dinner was great. … Damn, she got you good,” Hunter commented, still pinning me to the wall. I was losing energy; his entrapment forced me to relax slowly.

“Yeah, I guess the twins taught her a few moves. My money is on that sissy-bitch Asher. He was always the coddler of the bunch,” Reese said. I could hear the hatred in his voice.

“You have no right to even mention his name, asswipe!” I spat, still fighting the losing battle, but they ignored me.

“What do you want to do?” Hunter asks Reese.

“Help me strip her, and then we will tie her to the bed. She needs to be punished for her behavior tonight,” Reese instructed.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, Reese! NO! NO!” I screamed as they manhandled me. I flailed my limbs, pushing and shoving them, trying to get away, but they kept a firm hand on me no matter my struggles. My dress was unzipped and pulled from my body in swift motions, and they were able to throw me onto the bed.

Reese straddled my hips behind me, pinning my arms above my head. I felt the cool metal wrap around my wrists while another pair of hands, Hunter, wrapped a thick metal around both of my ankles. When Reese got off, I was more aware of the cool air passing over my naked flesh. I was naked. Oh, my goodness, I was naked, like naked as the day I was born! In front of Reese and Hunter! I know they have seen parts of me, but this, this is a whole new level of crazy.

“REESE! Release me, please,” I beg.

“Your mouth gets you into trouble, little brat,” Reese spoke softly, stroking her head lovingly. She saw an evil glint in his eye that she had never seen before. It chilled her to the bone.

“How many are you thinking?” Hunter asked.

“Until she bleeds. She is not the Princess of the Anderson Mafia anymore. She will be the Brutius Queen, and needs to learn her place. I’ve been looking forward to breaking her for a long time. And we start by breaking her skin,” Reese said coldly before a harsh SMACK landed on my backside. The pain radiated down to my toes. “AH!” I cried out. I’ve experienced some terrible punishments, but this felt like I was being stabbed with a thousand needles.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He hit me with the paddle over and over again. After that initial SMACK, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of crying out loud. His sadistic nature thrives on inflicting pain. I buried my head in my pillow and gritted my teeth with every SMACK. He was unrelenting in his assault, raining hits in a constant rapid succession.

After almost ninety hits with the paddle, he finally stopped. I heard the clatter of the paddle being thrown on the floor. I could listen to Reese’s heavy panting near me. My backside was on fire, and I finally took a deep breath, letting my tears finally flow freely.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful, Reese,” I heard Hunter whisper. I yelped and screamed in pain when I felt a feather-light touch over my beaten flesh; it was too painful. “Shh, it’s okay, baby girl. You did great. You took your punishment just like a Brutius. Good girl,” Hunter continued to touch my ass, making me thrash against my restraints, the burning sensation too much right now.

“Reese, why don’t you call one of the girls to help you release the rest of your pent-up energy? I think Shelia is back from her retreat. Sophie isn’t going to be able to handle being fucked right now, and you don’t want to hurt her more than you have. She’s learned her lesson. You did quite a number on her. I’ll have Maggie clean her up. We can talk to her more tomorrow,” Hunter exclaimed. I could feel him beside me, and his talking made me think he protected me from Reese’s predatorial nature.

I didn’t hear any response from Reese except for the door opening, then slamming shut, and shaking the walls.

“Always the hot head,” Hunter mumbled as he stood from the bed. Maggie soon came in, and Hunter released my restraints except for the one shackle on my ankle. Hunter remained in the room while Maggie carefully cleaned me and applied a soothing cream. She helped put a nightgown on me that didn’t hurt my exposed flesh and handed me another round of pain relief.

“Get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow,” Hunter said, escorting Maggie out the door and turning off the lights. My exhausted body succumbed to the darkness instantly.

I was woken up by a shuffling sound at my door. Some grunting and a big thud brought me out of my delirious state. Moments later, my door was opened, and my light was flicked on.

In the doorway stood Constantine, the Uncle. He looked ragged and exhausted. His once-crisp black tux was crinkled; several buttons were undone, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. His hair was messy, and I could smell the booze and cigarettes from my bed; he reeked that bad. He looked at me like a trophy, his eyes swimming with lust and greed.

I rolled onto my side and attempted to sit up, only for my backside to protest wildly. I inhaled sharply at the stinging sensation as I tried to fight through the pain that was traveling through my body.

“Well, well. It’s good to see my young nephew finally taught you a lesson. Too bad he didn’t muzzle you, too,” he slurred. His steps were heavy and staggered, his drunken state weighing heavily on his muscles. But a drunk man is a dangerous one. The door was open, and there was a lifeless man passed out on the floor near the entrance.

“The only one who needs a muzzle is you. Which shit factory did you crawl out of, old man? I can smell you from here,” I retorted. Me and my big mouth.

“You little bitch! I own you and can make your life a living hell!” Constantine screamed, pointing his finger at me as he swayed in his spot.

“You can’t make my life worse than it is right now. Your influence only goes so far, old man. Does your obsession with power have to do with compensating for the tiny package between your legs? They have pills and these special suction contraptions now to help with that. You don’t need to be ashamed. It’s okay to seek help,” I teased.

“You little bitch! I should show you what a big package I have WHEN I SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT to teach you respect!” He roared, instantly going to his belt. My eyes widened with fear. He then popped the button of his pants, and he drunkenly stomped closer to the bed. He reached down and grabbed my ankle firmly. When I tried to kick him, he grabbed that one too so tight I thought he might break my bones under his grip.

The next thing I knew, I was screaming the one name I loathed to release from my lips at the top of my lungs while he pulled me across the bed to him, “REESE!”