Trapped in his End Game (Series)

TOMMY

“Tommy-boy.”

Jack’s fatherly smile greets me as I walk into the Italian grocery, his arm wrapping around my back as he invites me inside.

“How’s your parents?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Same as usual.”

It was always a bit depressing to return to their house at the end of every night. Ma would sit frozen on the couch beside Dad, who barely saw me through his alcoholic gaze. “Where were you?” she’d ask hardly listening to the response.

I had so many memories of tugging my mom’s sleeves, her mouth set in a firm line as she ignored me, and ignored me, and ignored me.

Jack takes me into the back of the store. “Today I’m going to ask you to do something a little bit different.”

Something different? Excitement leaps in my chest as he pats my back.

“I believe in you, Tommy. You’re a good boy. You’ll make an excellent soldier when you get a bit older. For now, you can practice.”

He leads me into his office, where there’s a badly beaten man strapped to a wooden chair. One of his eyes is swollen shut. I inhale breath sharply through my nose and smell the sweat stinking from his body.

“Who the fuck is this kid? Jack, I didn’t do anything.”

Jack ignores the man, turning toward me. “Do you have rats at home, son?”

I blink. Rats? “Um, sure. Sometimes.”

“What do you do with the rats?”

“My dad usually sets out traps for them.”

His low voice hisses in my ear. “This guy is a rat. I’m going to show you how we get rid of rats.” He slides something hard between my numb fingers. “Here, take this.”

It’s a knife.

I swallow hard as my fingers clench around the handle, looking up at the man, whose eyes widen. I can see the whites of them. Jack moves from my side and grips the back of his chair. The man struggles in his restraints, eyeing the blade in my hand.

I’m just a kid and he’s scared of me.

Then Jack turns his head toward the man sitting in the chair. “You better smarten up and start giving me answers, or my friend here’s gonna stick that knife right up your ass.”

Jack gives me a smirk, and that twinkle in his eyes builds pressure in my chest. It’s similar to that feeling you get when your father expects you to do something you really don’t want to. You do it anyway, though, because you love him. You worship the ground he stands on.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about-Jack! Stop this!”

“Hit him where it hurts, kid. Hit him hard, like you’re punching someone.”

The man in the chair struggles in his restraints, screaming at me. “Don’t listen to him! Think about what you’re doing!”

I hesitate, but Jack’s smile urges me on. It’s okay, because Jack said it was okay. He’s done so much for me already. The knife almost slips in my hand. I want to throw up from the nerves balled in my gut. My fist makes a sphere around the handle and I aim for his stomach. He screams and the knife sinks in-it’s much easier than I thought it would be. I thought there would be more resistance. High-pitched, awful screams turn my stomach. The handle sticks out of his flesh, vibrating with his heartbeat. He stares down at it in disbelief as a dark-red stain grows around it. Then his mouth opens, gushing blood.

Jack laughs. “Holy shit, Tommy! You must’ve hit an artery.” He laughs his ass off as if it’s the best joke he’s ever heard of while the guy chokes on his own blood.

It slops all over his shirt, and he looks at me with horrible pain twisting his face. He’s still pleading me with his eyes, even though I’m the one who stabbed him. Dark gluts of blood burst from his mouth, and he stills after a few more seconds.

Icicles grow on my heart.

I killed him.

Jack pounds my back, and I flinch from the sudden touch.

“Relax, kid. Here, have a drink with me. Every man should have a drink after his first.”

I take the shot glass of amber liquid, my fingers trembling as I raise it to my lips. It’s disgusting.

My arm jerks across the bed as I wrench myself from the memory, eyelids fluttering open. My first hit. I nearly forgot all about it. The horror I felt in the dream has about as much of an effect as a butter knife on my skin. However, something about it gives me a sour feeling in my stomach. Something that Melanie said.

He’s using you.

Control comes naturally to me. I’m a perfectionist, and because of it, I nearly always get what I want. I’ve lived most of my life content with myself. There was always someone Jack needed to disappear, and the relief I felt from dragging my knife across their skin made me feel at peace. Sure, it was fucked up, but it worked. Jack condemned me to Hell the night he made me sink that blade into that man’s stomach, but it never bothered me again. It gave me a thrill greater than any high I could chase, and then simply killing them wasn’t enough. I needed more.

Now everything is spiraling out of control, and I feel like I’m trapped in a nightmare. One of those falling dreams. My stomach lifts with the sensation of dropping a huge height, and I try to grasp something to slow my descent, but my hands keep slipping. Every time I feel like I have a firm grip, she comes along and ruins everything. And I’m back to free falling to my death.

I’m in bed, curled up with a beautiful woman living on borrowed time, after I promised that I’d do everything I could to save her life. I would have promised her anything to keep that horrible look from her eyes. That accusing stare, the tears streaming down her face.

Guilt.

I haven’t dealt with guilt in the better part of several decades, and now it’s crushing my chest. I feel like a little boy again, being made to do something he doesn’t want to do. I wrap my arm tighter around her waist, pulling her back against my chest and squeezing hard as if she’s a heart living outside of my body. I’m afraid to let her go, because if I do, she might die. I might die.

A body can’t live without a heart.

There’s a moment after waking up from a deep sleep when I can’t remember anything. It happens every morning. I wake up feeling her lips on my chest, and I see her smile, and a peace that I’ve never known washes over me. It’s the happiest moment in my life.

It lingers at the back of my head, but I ignore it so completely that I don’t feel a thing. Just her body in my arms. Her goddamn sexy body.

Just look at her tits.

They’re perfect.

I reach under her shirt and grab the huge globes, watching her closed eyes flutter and a smile spreads on her face. Every morning, she gets me so goddamn hard. She turns around, facing me, my hand still halfway up her shirt. A beautiful blush tinges her cheeks with pink.

“Good morning.”

She lifts her arms as I tug on her shirt, watching her tits bounce on her chest as I ball the shirt and throw it across the room. Melanie’s thigh grazes mine as she climbs over my waist, giving me a fantastic view of her body.

My cock strains against my briefs. She can feel it riding her panties, and she grins at me, leaning over, kissing me on the spot in my neck where I’m the most sensitive. My hands spread over her back and I sigh.

I don’t deserve her.

I’m not even sure whether she’ll be alive in a few weeks.

Tommy, you’re a piece of shit. Just let her go.

The thought makes me seize. Let her go? Are you crazy?

A sick feeling spreads to all my limbs, a soreness that makes my skin hypersensitive. Sounds are too loud, and my chest won’t stop rattling with my heart.

She grabs my cock, fingers massaging the head as she pulls down my briefs. She opens her mouth on mine, and her tongue sweeps over my bottom lip. Then she bites down and sucks. Jesus Christ.

I reach up and grab her waist, throwing her to the side as I tear her panties from her legs. My briefs are the next to go as Melanie wraps her legs around me, eyes blazing. My throbbing cock pushes into her sweet pussy, which is sopping wet for me. There’s only one thing that blocks it all out-and it’s her. She throws her head back and gasps with a painful grimace as my cock sinks deep within her walls. It’s instant relief. Her muscles tighten around me and then they slowly give way, opening wider. Her pussy feels so goddamn good. It’s like a tight, warm, wet squeeze on my cock. The pressure builds as I thrust my hips into her. She squeezes my back with her legs and I drop down to kiss her hard. She gasps with every thrust.

“Tommy.”

Fucking hell. The way she says my name. It’s addicting. I drill my cock into her, kissing her, shoving my tongue down her throat. I grab her tits and squeeze hard enough to make her yelp. There’s just so much of her I want to touch, lick, bite. I kiss a trail above her stomach, lips pressing over her skin as I claim every inch of her with yet another mark. I realized when Jack came over that I’d never be able to suffer another man touching her. She’s mine. She was mine the moment I locked eyes on her in that club. Instead of flirting back, she gave me the finger.

I was hooked.

She arches her back as my lips go in for the kill-the small, pink, erect nipple, begging to be bitten. Nails claw my back as I rock my hips into her. I’ve never seen her like this before. Her eyes close when my cock buries inside her, her lips shaking as she claws my back. She wants me closer to her, but I want to fuck her until she screams.

I pull out of her and grab her thighs, edging to the side of the bed as I drag her. Her long hair spills on the white sheets as I yank. Then I stand up on the side of the bed and aim my cock between her legs, which are hitched over my shoulders.

“I want you screaming my name.” Every day.

A pretty blush blooms over her chest and I sink into her depths, the warm tightness yielding to my cock. From this position I can thrust so much deeper. She hitches a gasp when she feels the whole length of me pulsing inside her. It’s a beautiful sound that strikes something deeply primal inside me.

Fuck yes.

I grip her thighs and thrust hard, another groan sounding from her throat. Again and again. Her voice deepens and then it rises in volume as she closes her frantic eyes.

“Oh my God!”

Her legs rub against my cheek as I lean down in a swirl of lust, palming one of her creamy-white tits. Melanie’s voice rebounds around me, urging me on, cursing.

“Fuck-I want more. Tommy!”

“More? You want more, huh?”

I eye her glistening pussy and pinch her clit as I dig into her. She reaches for my chest with a pained expression.

“Yes!”

It tears from her throat, making the blood pound behind my cock. I want to fuck the shit out of her and give her what she wants, but I’m enjoying this too much. She’s unraveled.

Completely under my spell.

“In the beginning, you didn’t even want me. Why should I give you what you want?”

She opens her eyes, looking at me under her long lashes. She says the most beautiful thing in the world: “Let me suck your cock.”

Who am I to deny her?

It’s as though I’m on autopilot. Her legs slip from my shoulders and she slides down. Before I know it, she’s kneeling in front of me, fisting my cock. Then her tongue flicks the swollen head.

The back of my leg shivers.

She engulfs me in her mouth as I get a fantastic view of her rosy lips moving up and down my shaft, her tits, her perfectly round ass, everything. She sucks hard at the base and the pressure behind my cock rises sharply. Jesus. I have to pull her back or I’m going to come-I’m going to come if she doesn’t stop.

Then she’s the one in control. I’ve fucking handed it to her. I never let this happen, but it feels too goddamn good, and her lips and tongue are perfect. My chest pulses; it’s hard to breathe.

I try to brush it off. A weak smile spreads across my face as I look down at her.

“You love sucking your master’s cock, don’t you?”

A week ago she would have told me to fuck off.

Now, she pauses for a moment, my cock making a popping sound from her mouth. The sight of her looking up at me, holding my dick in her hands, is almost enough to make me undone.

“I do.”

She goes right back to sucking, and this time I’m the one who releases a groan. It’s incredible-the way she makes me feel, her little lips and tongue, playing with my cock, and then the heat of her mouth wraps around me like a glove.

No, I can’t let her do this.

My fist balls in her hair and I hold her head back, legs trembling as her lips slide off me.

“Get up.”

She rises to her feet with a little smirk I’d love to wipe off her face. Her hand still grips my cock.

I pull her close to me and nuzzle her ear. “What do you think you’re doing, huh?”

“I really like you.”

How sweet. Too bad it’s probably bullshit.

Round, innocent eyes look up at me under long lashes and I lift her chin with just one finger.

Kiss me.

She does, and it’s so soft that I can barely feel her.

“I know you do, sweetheart. I like you, too. That’s why I’ve been so lenient on you, but it can’t go on.”

The boiling desire to seize her body and manipulate her rises inside me like a pot of simmering water. I used to be filled with so much rage, and it drove me to pierce human skin, to slice, break, and maim. Now, there’s only really one desire inside me. I want to own her completely-every breath and little moan that she makes, I will manipulate. She’ll scream my name for more, when she used to scream nothing but insults.

I step aside as she looks at me fearfully, her eyes batting like a doe’s. Underneath the bed is my box of toys. The black nylon rope slips through my hands. I stand up and wrap it around her waist, whispering in her ear. “Hold still.”

She does. I have her trained so well that she doesn’t flinch when the rope loops around her legs and tits, wrapping around her waist to tighten around her hands, which are behind her.

Her chest pulses against the ropes binding her, and I take a moment to wrap my arms around her to touch everything that’s mine. I slide her hair from her neck as she releases a shuddering breath and I plant a kiss right on her bulging vein.

“The moment I saw you, I promised myself you’d be mine. You were waiting for someone like me to come along. Someone to take charge.”

Melanie turns her head, her big eyes looking at me imploringly. Her smile twitches. “Yes.”

I smile at her, stroking her cheek with my thumb as my mouth hungrily grasps her parted lips. A muffled moan vibrates through her lips into mine, and my cock swells.

Of course she would be waiting for someone like me. When I met her she was stressed beyond her limit, tired of dealing with Jack’s crew, tired of working at the club. She just wanted someone to take care of it for her. In a way, that’s what I’m doing right now. She no longer has to decide anything. I do it all for her.

She probably never realized how freeing it would be.

I turn her around and push her back so that she falls forward; I grab her bound arms to place her gently on the bed. Her pussy glistens as she bends over, straining against her bonds. My cock begs for a release and I squeeze it. It’s hard to believe that this girl is all mine to play with. She fought a little in the beginning, but became mine before long. She’s so willing.

“Tommy, please.”

Just the iteration of my name from her desperate mouth is enough to make me walk forward until she can feel the heat of my legs against hers. My cock lies flat against her clit. I don’t even have to tell her what to do.

“Fuck me, please!”

I smooth my hands over her ass and then I rip my hand down hard. She squeals, her muscle clenching as blood surges to the surface. “You belong to me.”

I let my cock slide along her clit, drenching myself in her juices.

“Yes, I know.”

“Do you? Or will you say anything to get me to fuck you?”

The broad head pushes inside her and she moans, attempting to move her hips back. I pull out just as quickly.

“I’ll say anything.”

A smile grows on my face at the thought that she’d want me so badly that she’d say anything. At least she’s honest. “Well, that won’t do at all.”

I step back and pull the box from under the bed. The metal egg had a great effect on her, so I pick it up. Her muscles flinch at the cool metal touching her pussy. “Do you remember what this is?”

“No,” she moans.

I press the clicker and hold it against her clit as she bucks and moans. I’ll force her to come dozens of times before she’ll realize that I control her body. I alone have the right.

Then I sink my cock into her welcoming folds, sighing as the warmth swallows me again. It’ll be hard to keep myself from an orgasm. Her voice lifts in a scream as I sink all the way inside her, the egg still buzzing madly.

“Oh my God! No! No!”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? It feels too good?”

Her pussy drenches my hand. I feel my cock throbbing through her and I press down harder with my hand so that I can feel the vibrations running along my cock. My other hand anchors over her hip as I slam my hips against her. She cries out, moaning with every thrust. It’s like music to my ears. The pressure builds in my balls, urging me to fuck her harder, and I comply. I fuck her deep, loving the way her ass smacks against my hips, the way her tits sway back and forth. I grab her bound hands and use them to slam her body against my hips. Her voice lifts to the ceiling, begging.

“More! Harder, please-oh God!”

She pants and tightens around me and then I feel her clenching around my cock. It takes everything in me to pause, to hold her against me as her orgasm rips through her body. She turns her face on the bed, chest heaving, and then I start fucking the shit out of her. The egg buzzes loudly and she’s brought right back to screaming for me. Still, I’m holding myself back, preventing myself from losing control. The point is to make her lose control.

“I can do this all day, sweetie. I could fuck you ’til the end of time.” I laugh at my little joke as she cries out with a strange half-sob.

“Please take it off my pussy!”

“Your pussy?” I shake my head, rubbing the egg in circles. “It’s not yours. I own you. If I want to make you come seven times while I fuck you raw, that’s my business.”

I can still see the flash of defiance in her eyes, the hint of a smile. She doesn’t believe me.

The egg in one hand, I pound her pussy until a second orgasm trembles her legs. Weak, still trembling, I force her to get up on the bed and then I grab a piece of tape to free my hands. I tape the egg to her clit as her stomach heaves with breaths.

“This is too much. I can’t.”

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With both hands freed, I grab her hips and rut her deep, the burning pressure starting to fog my mind. It’s getting harder and harder not to lose control to the basic instinct that calls for me to empty my cum inside her sweet pussy. Within a few seconds her muscle tightens around me, squeezing hard as I keep pounding her, never allowing her a moment of relief. I grab her hands, fucking her until my balls ache, yanking her back into me. Then I pull her almost upright, hands on her tits as I bury myself deep.

“You are my little fuck toy,” I seethe against her ear. “Your purpose is to please me.”

“Okay,” she screams. “You’re right.”

I reach down and press down hard on the egg. She groans and tries to fight out of my arms, and it excites me. I grab her neck and squeeze. The rattling sound her breathing makes sends a jolt to my cock. Then she finally stops fighting me, and I throw her forward. My body follows her. She moans when my weight falls on her back and I seize her hair, lifting her head.

I’ve lost it.

I can’t help it. She’s so fucking wet and her pussy feels incredible, and I’m fondling her tits. Melanie keeps making sounds as if she’s in pain, her voice lifting higher and higher until she lets out a mighty groan and the telltale twitch of muscles around my cock, still thrusting away.

“You were always right.” A single tear streams down her face. Defeat.

I reach underneath her waist and I tear off the piece of tape, throwing away the rattling egg. My body jerks against hers, burrowing deep. Close-so close.

“C’mon, baby. Moan for me.”

I wrap my hand around her hair and lift her up, our flesh smacking together so loudly that it sounds as if I’m beating her.

“Tommy!”

Our orgasms rock through our bodies together. I collapse over her, finding her mouth to kiss her deeply as my cock twitches, jet after jet of cum blasting her pussy. Euphoria washes over me and exhaustion trembles up my leg as I pull out of her.

With her legs bound together she falls on her side. I stretch myself beside her, running my fingers along her body as she gazes back at me. I push the strands of hair stuck to her head away from her face and for a while both of us lie there in shaking relief.

“I don’t know why I want you.” Her cheeks flush a deep magenta.

I understand completely what she means. She was here against her will, and now that will is slowly being manipulated.

“Don’t feel ashamed for wanting someone who eases your life. Wouldn’t you rather fuck me every day than work at that club you hated?”

“But you hurt me-you humiliated me.”

I slip my hand down her gorgeous throat. “I could have done a lot worse and you know it. Besides, you liked it. Admit it.”

Her eyes dip down. “Maybe I do. That still doesn’t make it okay.”

I slide closer to her and her eyelids flutter. Reaching behind her back, I slowly untie her binds. It’s nice to be so close to her, so I take my time. My heart clenches when she leans in and kisses my chest, and then again when she kisses the base of my throat.

I need to kill whatever’s between us. This is dangerous.

The rope slips down her hands and then she reaches around my waist and nuzzles against my chest, and the tender feeling inside me magnifies a hundredfold.

“I wanted to touch you the whole time.”

I shouldn’t let her do this to me, but it’s so nice to lie in bed together. With other women, that moment after sex was always the loneliest of my life. Stripped from desire, there was nothing left. No connection, just a deeply unsatisfied feeling. I fucked around with a lot of women, but never wanted to hold one before. Not like this.

Drowsiness steals my limbs and I pull a sheet over both our bodies. She curls up against me, her curves pressing into my side. Her pulsing chest lulls me to sleep like a lullaby. I shouldn’t. I should lock her downstairs.

But I can’t let her go.