Page 5 of Locked Souls
“Be a good girl for Ash,” Jonas whispers, attacking her mouth again to keep her quiet. If one of the guys wakes up, they’ll make us get up to do something mundane, like eat breakfast. This is the only meal I need right here.
Jonas plays with her tits, and I watch them as I torment her from below. As Chas starts to tremble, I push a third finger inside, adding a hint of teeth as I suck and tease her.
Mewling, Jonas swallows her cries as she comes hard for me. Pulling my fingers from her, I reach over to pump his cock, enjoying the surprised grunt. Chastity’s acceptance of us is making it a little easier for me to show Jonas outward affection around her. It’s not going to happen overnight though.
It’s just not fair to make Jonas feel like a dirty secret, so I’m willing to work on it.
Lining his cock against her entrance, I chuckle darkly as Jonas slams his cock home. Chastity cries out in pain and pleasure, and I soothe her with my tongue.
Inadvertently, I’m also licking Jonas, and he groans. “Goddamn, that feels so good. Don’t fucking get weird and stop,” he begs.
A slap across the face has my eyes popping open, snapping me back to the present moment, and Isabella is pissed. Her face is red, and I don’t think it’s from exertion. She glares at me and shifts her hips against my lap, but I’m no longer hard for her.
Looking over her shoulder at the TV, she winks, then begins to grind on me more as she fakes a moan. Turning back to face me, she snarls as she has an ‘orgasm’, then climbs off my lap and grabs a robe.
I still can’t move. I don’t know how long this drug lasts for, but when Isabella says goodbye to the voyeurs and shuts the TV off, I know I’m in trouble.
“How dare you try and embarrass me like that,” she snarls. I try to smirk, but my lips won’t even twitch. I feel paralyzed. “Nothing to say, huh?”
No, you crazy bitch!
Leaving me on the couch, she grabs her phone and calls someone.
“Get in here and remove this piece of shit!” she barks, and I try to move. My dick is still out, and all I want to do right now is scrub my skin raw and crawl into some hole.
I feel sick, and I can’t stop the vomit from spewing out of my mouth, covering my chest.
Isabella scrunches her nose, then rubs her temple as three men walk into the room and grab me, pulling me through the hall and down to the basement where the cages are. I know I should try to fight, but my body has no fight left to give.
Snake is there waiting for me, and he nods to the men as they chain me to the ground.
He waits until we are all alone before he speaks.
“What is so fucking hard about you following orders and being a good little pledge?” he hisses, picking something up from in the corner. The feeling is starting to return to my limbs, and my knees shake against the cold concrete.
My body feels like someone is pricking me as the sensation returns and I shudder.
“Why?” I croak, and he sighs.
“I have to punish you or they will get suspicious, but listen to me good, Ash. If the boss lady wants you to fuck her, you rail her good and hard. We all have a role to play here, and that boy from Holy Cross no longer exists. You are Spider, and if you don’t start doing your job, you will be taken out.”
Chapter 2
PRESENT TIME
“Are you sure about this?” I question for the tenth time. I have been away for so long, I know they won’t just be waiting for me with open arms. They are going to hate me, and have a lot of questions. Ones that I can’t answer.
I may no longer be undercover, but I still need to listen to The Society's rules. It’s my price for saving Jonas’ soul.
I follow him down the hidden passageways to the courtyard, as he doesn’t bother replying this time. I don’t know why Chastity and the guys are here. I heard they graduated last year.
“Keep your mouth shut, and remember the rules we abide by, Ash,” he growls and I nod. I know better than to talk back to him. He’s a mean motherfucker at the best of times, but ruthless when pissed off. I have the scars to prove it.
After Isabella assaulted me that first time, it wasn’t the last, and though I tried to behave and do my job, I could never satisfy her. High doses of Paradise and beatings became a regular occurrence for me.
Opening the hidden door that leads to the garden, I follow behind the man I have been shadowing for nearly two years. Snake is someone you don’t want to run into in a dark alley. His darkness bleeds from his flesh.
He doesn’t have one kind bone in his body. He’s sadistic and psychotic, and his skin has the ink to prove it. I may have succumbed and gotten some ink myself, but I would never go to the extreme like he did.