The Throwbacks: A Compilation Of Four Complete Dark Psychological Romance Novellas(34)

The finger on my clit slid to my entrance and dipped in. I whimpered around the silk in my mouth and pushed back into his strokes. Tears poured down my eyes, tears of shame and disbelief. I didn’t have time to dwell on my own thoughts as his body commanded all my attention.

“Tight fucking ass. That’s right baby squeeze my fingers with your hungry little cunt.” Why did his words set flames to my heart? My body was hot where his hands grabbed hold of my hips and that place deep inside ached for the feel of his cock, while my ass burned.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum in your ass.” I felt his hot seed shoot into my butt and my face heated with shame as I screamed my release, twitching and thrashing on his fingers.

“Your greedy cunt finished with me yet? I can’t fuck with you all day I’ve got shit to do.” I shot him a look as I lifted me to my feet. I sagged with relief when he untied my arms but groaned with discomfort when he pulled my hands back over my head and attached them to the chains that hung from the ceiling.

“Please you don’t have to tie me up, I won’t run again.” All I got was a smirk and a firm pat on my ass.

“You’re a lying fuck.” No one had ever spoken to me like that before. No one had ever done a lot of the things he’d done to me in the last however many hours.

My eyes followed, as he got dressed after cleaning up in the little bathroom that was part of his torture chamber. He came over to where I was hanging uncomfortably and ran his hand over my ass that was still hot from the last whipping. “Later princess.”





3





Nico





I left her hanging there for a little while to teach her ass a lesson and went about my day. If I could get my hands on her old man I would strangle his ass with my bare hands, but I had other shit to take care of first.

I don’t know why I was mad at him, I just was. How could he be so fucking careless? How could he leave her out there like that for a motherfucker like me to find? Why hadn’t there been any protection in place for her? And why the fuck do you care?

Don’t you fucking go soft over some tight pussy. Oh sure it was Grade-A fucking pussy, but it wasn’t enough to make me forget who I was or where I came from. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. But each time I pull out of her body there’s an annoying little voice whispering to me how good it would be to keep this one for myself.

I can’t fucking do it. That’s getting way too fucking close to the enemy for one thing, and I’m not the settling down type for another. A female like her would exact too much of my motherfucking time with her needy shit. Nope, princesses like her were not my style. But her pussy though…Fuck it Nicolo get your shit together you have shit to do.

I’d been a fuck up most of my life, or at least by society’s standards I was. Fuck society, they hadn’t lost their mother when they were too young to know. They weren’t raised by a long line of disinterested nannies who were only in it for the money. I endured it all, including the absentee dad who had buried his grief in work and business deals.

I’d rebelled in the most spectacular ways. Drugs, fights, fucking anything with a pulse, until I fucked the wife of some uptight politician with a burr up his ass. Apparently I’d gone too far that time.

I was twenty-two she was in her late thirties. I hated her blowhard husband so I seduced her and fucked the shit out of her on the family couch. I probably shouldn’t have taped the shit, but what the fuck, I was young.

Dad had lost his shit when it came to light, but by then I’d already made a pretty penny off that tape, not to mention getting the politician to vote the other way on something very near and dear to me.

The asshole was trying to get a law passed that would make it easier to traffic kids. It wasn’t worded that way, but I wasn’t stupid. In between those fights and getting high, I went to class and learned a lot, just enough to keep dad off my ass with his shit.

This time dad didn’t want to hear it though, and I’d slept on the lobbyist the asshole had been working for. They’d made shit hard for me, and dad, in some misguided notion that he was keeping me safe had shipped me off to Central America. Big fucking mistake.

He had no idea what the fuck I could get up to in that neck of the woods. The possibilities were endless. I was a multi-millionaire in five years and was well on my way to adding another zero onto my portfolio.

My dad passed away unexpectedly while I was in exile, leaving me all his worldly possessions. We hadn’t always had the best relationship, him being a tight ass me being a free spirit, but he was still the only family I had left after ma passed when I was two.

We’d kept in touch while I was gone, after I’d forgiven him for sending me away. It had taken me a while to accept that he’d sent me away for my own good. I knew he loved me even though we butted heads, and he knew I’d die for him. So although to the rest of the world it appeared that there was a rift between father and son, in reality we’d grown closer as I became a man.

I evolved in the jungles of South and Central America, started seeing things in a different light. In short, I grew the fuck up. Life wasn’t a game after all. But instead of shaking me up the more I learned, the scarier I became. I grew a hard shell and said fuck this shit. The world was a different place and nothing at all like the privileged shit I was accustomed to.

My dad’s money and position in society had shielded me from a whole lot of shit that was out there, but once that veil was lifted and I saw the underbelly of mankind I got smart real fucking quick. I knew to survive I had to become better than everyone else, but not only that, I had to become more twisted than the most twisted fuck out there. Don’t think I didn’t research that shit.

I had a lot of time to think while I was in Central America, time to really look at what my life had become and where I was going. I had time to think about the loss of my mother and what it had done to me. The fact that my dad had shut down and shut me out after we lost her. No wonder I had turned out to be as fucked in the head as I am.

Instead of a replacement the old man had sunk everything he had heart and soul into building his company. He’d told me only after all the bullshit that it was for me. He’d felt guilt over me losing my mom at such a young age even though there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent her from dying from the disease that had eaten away at her.

His idea was to build a company for his son, a legacy. I didn’t get the logic but the shit made sense to him and it wasn’t my place to ask him ‘what the fuck!’ It was good to have an explanation other than the one I’d come up with on my own though. But now he was gone and his asshole nemesis was trying to pull a fast one. I pulled myself back from memory lane and focused on the here and now.

I’d made the first move so far in our little war but the shit wasn’t gonna end there. This asshole fancies himself some sort of dapper don, because he has the ear of one of the leading mob families in the region. Like I give a fuck. One of the things I’d learned in the jungle is that there’s a big difference between playing tough and actually being that way. Somebody should’ve told this fuck they don’t call me ‘sadico’ for nothing.

These dumb fucks have no idea what it means to be tough. Try fighting cougars in the jungle for survival. I’d put myself through some serious shit to toughen myself up over the years. I’m not afraid of them, not even close.

My only problem now is, I hadn’t expected to be sideswiped by the girl I’d just left swinging in my little playroom. My beef wasn’t with her it was with her old man. But from the first time I sunk my dick into her my shit has been off. Just like a fucking skirt to mess shit up.





4





Nico





I brought my mind back to my enemy and what comes next. My first strike had been to take his most prized possession, his beauty queen daughter. The girl was barely nineteen and had already won enough crowns to fit the heads of the European monarchy.

If he knew he was gonna be an asshole he should’ve kept her well hidden instead of parading her gorgeous ass all over the news media. What the fuck ever. I’ve already spent way too much time thinking about her fine ass. Time to go to work.

I had a plan of action in my head but who knows what could go wrong? Being back stateside was like culture shock. In the jungle I just had to give the word to get shit done, no question.

I had cops and politicians in my pocket. Not to mention judges and whoever else could be of use. Here, I’d need to set up a whole new network but who had the time?

I’m not sure if her old man hadn’t done his homework, if he hadn’t known that my dad had a son out there somewhere when he started his shit. If that was the case then he’d been in for a rude awakening.

Dad and I may have been separated by miles, but through the years the old man had really reached out and we’d done a good deal to bridge the gap. I got to know him as a man and I liked who he was. It was a shock the day he’d told me he was proud of me, proud to call me son. That was after I’d sent him a dossier on myself. I thought he had the right to know what his child had become. Lucky for me he only saw the training and toughening up shit and none of the fuckery I did that would land my ass in ten jails if it came to light.