Death & Redemption: Deceiving Her: Book Three, page 19
“Hey,” Sean replied, holding his hands up. “I’m not doing a damn thing that could get me into even more hot water with Layla. So if she wants to dress sexy, I’ll find the sexiest outfit that exists in her closet.”
“It’s ok,” Colton replied, patting Sean on the shoulder. “We’ll just call you Seany Suck Up until you find your balls again.”
I snickered as Sean fake punched Colt in the gut. I was glad he was back. I didn’t realize how much a part of the group he had genuinely become until he was gone. Sean was one of us; he always had been. Once again, I was grateful that Colt chose not to kill him, even if it landed us all in cock cages for the foreseeable future.
“Ok, genius,” Drew said when he stopped the forklift beside us. “Where do you want them?”
I quickly explained my idea to them, and they agreed to try it. Together, with Drew doing all of the heavy lifting, we guided each cage into position. When we finished, we had a square arena with a second layer of cages on top of the first on one side where Layla would be. Elevated and out of reach of anyone inside the warehouse. We would be up there with her, providing the final protection level. Below us, we would have guards stationed to keep anyone who tries to rush her away.
“Are we sure this is the best idea?” Drew asked, looking at our battle royale arena.
“Do you have a better idea that Layla will agree to?” Tyler asked.
“No,” Drew admitted.
When we got home, Layla was already in bed. Interestingly enough, where we usually fought over who got to take the middle spots beside her, this time, we were silently arguing and gesturing over who got the edges. Well, everyone but Sean. He smirked at us as he grabbed a spare blanket from the chest beneath the window and laid down on the floor. I guess he wouldn’t sleep in our bed until Layla allowed it. If we tried sleeping on the floor, Layla would not be happy. Finally, I climbed in beside her, Tyler taking her other side.
“We’ll switch off every night,” I whispered as Drew and Colt got in bed behind us.
As soon as Layla sensed my presence, she scooted her ass against me and threw her leg over Tyler, her arms reaching out like an octopus to pull us even closer. I groaned quietly as her soft, pillowy ass settled against my lap, centered on my imprisoned dick. It was going to be a long fucking night.
It took us less than a week to finish going through the files. In total, we had eighteen men who we were sure were acting as spies for Anton. The handy thing about the arena made of cages was that we already had a place to keep the traitors locked up until we were ready for the main event. We debated back and forth with Layla about having spectators, but she was adamant that there would be witnesses to her little show. The men permitted to attend were hand-picked by the capos, and we were the only ones allowed to carry any weapons inside the warehouse.
“I like how you guys set this up,” Layla said the night of the fight. She circled the arena, ignoring the men in the cages who were watching her angrily. “Can we buy this place?”
“With or without the cages?” Danny asked.
“Definitely with,” Layla grinned.
“I’ll ask around,” he replied.
I helped Layla onto the cages while Drew and Tyler struggled to lift Dash and Dire up. The boys would wiggle away whenever someone got their arms around them. I chuckled as they continued to struggle until Layla finally whistled. Immediately, the wolves scaled the first crate and then hopped onto the second like they were hopping over a fallen log.
“Fucking, really?” Drew asked, sweating from how hard he worked to wrangle the wolves.
I shrugged. “They’re wolves. Why did you think they would need help in the first place?”
“You could have fucking said something,” Tyler complained as he brushed past me to climb up the ladders I had placed for the humans to climb up.
“If I thought they couldn’t do it, I would have used steps instead of ladders!” I exclaimed. Why was I the only one this made sense to?
I spent the rest of the time running around, making sure everything was ready and that the men we had posted on the occupied cages knew how to open them using the levers from the top. Once we were set and everyone had arrived, I joined Layla and the others.
Layla held up her hands, and the excited chatter died down. “Welcome to the Traitor’s Battle Royale,” she said, her voice carrying across the warehouse. “The men in the cages are spies for Anton Kandicci. Because of them, good men and women have died or been put in danger. Before we start, do any of the accused want to step forward and provide information on the whereabouts of Anton Kandicci or Tommy Cato?”
“I’m innocent!” one of the men yelled. “Help me!”
“You’re a fucking liar, Toby. You’re just as guilty as I am,” another man sneered. “Be a man and accept your fate with honor.”
“I think that’s a no,” I whispered to Layla.
“If no one wants to come forward with information, then we will continue. As I’m sure you’ve surmised, this will be a fight to the death. The last man standing will be given another opportunity to give me the information I seek or be taken to my interrogation room where I will get my answers the hard way.”
Layla nods, and the cages open. When the men inside don’t immediately leave their cages, our men on the other side use cattle prods to get them moving.
“Begin!” Layla orders when all of the cages are empty. The spectators surrounding the arena cheer and yell, but the men inside don’t move.
I sigh and pull my gun, picking one of the traitors and shooting him in the foot. “I suggest you start with the weakest first,” I shouted. “If you aren’t fighting on the count of five, I’ll shoot someone else.”
The man I shot’s eyes widened as everyone turned on him. He is the first to fall and not get up. Once the first kill is made, the blood lust and fight for survival pick up steam, and we watch the men fight. Some are still more timid, and they fall next until only the most hardened and ruthless are left. A few men work together as a team, taking out their opposition until only the three of them are left. They pause to catch their breaths on separate sides of the arena, watching each other carefully.
I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet as I excitedly wait to see what happens next. I’m itching to jump down there and join in the fight, but those aren’t the rules, and Layla won’t be happy if I end up hurt or kill them all.
The men started to circle each other, and the anticipation in the crowd was palpable. It was still anyone’s game, and I watched excitedly as they began to fight. The power shifted between the three men as the target changed rapidly, all trying to exploit each other’s weaknesses. Finally, two of the men managed to get the third to the ground, where one stomped on his face until his only movements were body twitches as he passed. When the man backed away from the body, his blood-speckled face lifted to his final opponent. His eyes were crazed as he charged the other man.
They grappled viscously until Crazy Eyes managed to get the upper hand and sink his thumbs into the other man’s eyes. The man screamed in pain as he swung blindly. Crazy Eyes backed off his opponent, opting to let him tire himself out. When the man finally stopped swinging, he stood near the center of the arena, breathing heavily and trying to figure out where Crazy Eyes was.
I watched, fascinated, as Crazy Eyes quietly stalked around the arena, grabbing bodies and piling them up behind No Eyes in a triangular arrangement. When he finished, he stepped to the mouth of the triangle, blocking any escape No Eyes could make. Now, his only options were to make it through Crazy Eyes somehow or climb over the bodies before Crazy Eyes got to him. The fight was over, and No Eyes didn’t even realize it.
“Where the fuck are you, you coward!” No Eyes finally screamed.
“Right here,” Crazy Eyes replied, less than a foot from him.
No Eyes jumped and turned to swing as he backed away. Unfortunately, there wasn’t an uppercut in the world that could save him as he backed into the body wall. Crazy Eyes moved in and snapped the man’s neck as he tried to climb over the obstacle. The crowd went crazy as he tossed the body aside and turned to face Layla. His eyes trailed over us, lingering on Dash and Dire before settling on Layla. He knelt on one knee and bowed his head.
“I’ll tell you whatever you want, My Queen.”
I snorted at the corniness of his behavior, but I couldn’t fault him for it either. If I just faced down seventeen other men and knew the only way to avoid being tortured to death was to give up what I knew, I’d probably be a little over the top with my respect as well.
“Take him back to the house,” Layla ordered. “Let him get cleaned up, and then we’ll see what he says.”
“On it,” Sean replied. He and Colt hopped off the first cage and into the arena to collect Crazy Eyes.
“That was exciting,” Layla grinned as she turned to face me.
“I think I might like him,” I replied.
“It got my blood pumping. How about yours?” Layla asked, shimmying her tight little body against mine teasingly.
Until she had said something, I hadn’t thought about sex. I was too wrapped up in watching men beat each other to death, but now that she was being all seductive, that was all I could think of. “You don’t play fair, LG,” I groaned as I tried to think of every unsexy thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
Her sultry laugh wrapped around my cock like a velvet glove, making me groan as she climbed down. “Guess I’ll have to take care of myself when we get home.”
“You wouldn’t fucking have to if you took this fucking thing off of me,” I mumbled through my teeth as I followed her down the ladders.
“Poor Zach,” Tyler laughed. “You make yourself such an easy target.”
“Way too easy,” Drew agreed.
I waited until they were on solid ground before retaliating. “Both of you balls deep in that sweet little pussy at the same time while she’s coming.” It only took a moment for the memory to settle in their minds, and then they both groaned in pain. “You’re welcome, assholes. And you didn’t even need her help, just my sexy voice.”
I cackled as I jogged to catch up with Layla and the wolves. The only good thing about wearing the cock cages was knowing that my brothers were suffering right along with me.
When we returned to the house, I went to the basement to make sure everything was in order. Layla had recently had a small cell installed in the corner of the interrogation room so that we could keep people secure without having to keep them chained up. You know, for the more civilized imprisonment. I dragged a chair to the center of the room and took the cart around to choose different implements for Layla. This was the kind of shopping trip I enjoyed. By the time Sean brought Crazy Eyes into the room, the scene was set.
The man calmly sat in the chair and didn’t struggle when I strapped him to it. “I have to say, I was a big fan of your work back there,” I told him.
“Thank you?” the man replied, slightly confused.
“The body trap was genius. I don’t know that I would have thought of that,” I continued.
“When you’re done bonding with the prisoner, Zach,” Colton said from the doorway, “I think Layla is ready to talk to him.”
I turned to see everyone standing near the door with amused expressions. “What? I just wanted to let him know I appreciated his performance.”
I stood as Layla approached. “You said you had information for me?”
“Tommy has been staying at the Flamingo over on Pacific. He hasn’t left his room in weeks. He calls someone when he needs something brought to him because he’s terrified to step outside his hotel room,” Crazy Eyes stated.
“What’s the room number?” Tyler asked.
“One oh seven. Right on the corner,” Crazy Eyes replied.
“Is there anything else that you think we should know?” Colt asked.
Crazy Eyes shook his head. “You know that he will be armed. Past that, he doesn’t trust anyone to stay with him and never opens the door unless no one is there. He probably has his own security cameras installed to monitor the activity at the hotel. You’ll have to contend with that somehow. Otherwise, that’s all there is to it.”
“Thank you,” Layla replied.
“Does that mean I can leave?” Crazy Eyes asked hopefully.
“Not until Tommy takes your place,” Layla replied. “If your intel doesn’t pan out, it won’t be good for you.”
“It will, I swear!” he assured us as I unstrapped and locked him in his cell.
“Nighty night,” I told him.
My steps got heavier and heavier as we went upstairs. Bedtime was quickly becoming my least favorite part of the day. Layla’s taken to sleeping naked so that she can torture us even more. I’m pretty sure my dick will have permanent indentations in it from straining against this damn cage.
“Layla,” I groaned as she undressed for bed. “Can we please take these fucking things off?”
“Not yet,” Layla replied. “Not until Colton is on his knees begging me to remove them.”
“It’s never gonna happen, Hellcat.”
“I’ll beg!” I exclaimed, hitting my knees in front of her and immediately regretting it when I ended up face-to-face with her pussy. “Pleeeasssse, Layla, Queen of my heart and life. Please remove these cursed cages that you have imprisoned our cocks into so that we may grow again, as nature intended, and satisfy you for all the rest of our days.”
Layla giggled as she bent to kiss me softly. “Nice try and I appreciate the effort, but no. It’s gotta be Colt.”
Layla climbed into bed, and the rest of us followed. Luckily, it was my turn to be on the outside of the bed. As everyone fell asleep, I laid on my back, staring into the dark, willing my dick to chill the fuck out so that I could sleep. When Colt began to snore beside me, I ground my teeth together and turned my head toward him. I could just make out the shape of his body in the dark. He was on his side, facing away from me. All of this was his fault. In a burst of anger, I sat up and punched him in the back of the head.
I dropped to the mattress and pretended to be asleep as Colton woke up, crying out in alarm. “What the fuck!”
Through slitted eyes, I watched him sit up partially and rub the back of his head. He looked at me suspiciously for several minutes before laying back down. That was far more satisfying than I thought it would be. Maybe Colt will get punched in the head every night until he begs Layla for mercy. That thought helped settle my mind and dick enough to fall into a peaceful slumber.
Chapter twenty-eight
Layla
My moan pulls me out of my sleep. Someone was playing with my pussy, and it felt wonderful. My eyes flutter open to see Colt looming over me.
“Morning, Baby,” he rasps as he slides a finger inside me while rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“Mmmm, morning,” I responded. Colt pumped his finger a few times before adding a second. I writhed beneath him as he continued to work me higher and higher. Just as I was ready to come, he got out of bed and headed for the bedroom door.
What the fuck?
“Umm. Did you fucking forget something?” I asked.
“Nope,” Colt replied smugly. “The only orgasms you’re going to get from me will be with my cock. Let me know when you’re ready to beg for it.”
Fucking asshole. I reached into the nightstand for my fancy new toy that would finish the job in three seconds, but it wasn’t there. “COLTON!” I screamed.
I heard him laugh from the other side of the door. “I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
Fuck it. I don’t need a toy to get myself off. I slid my hand down to my pussy and dragged my arousal to my clit, and began circling it as I pinched my nipple. I had been so close before that I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come. I heard a moan that wasn’t mine and opened my eyes to see Drew standing at the foot of the bed, watching me with hungry eyes and pain shadowing his face.
“You need help, Baby?” Drew asks, licking his lips.
“Won’t that be... uncomfortable for you?” I ask.
“Don’t worry about me. Let’s take care of you.” Drew laid between my legs and slid his arms under my ass to lift it off the bed. Even though it had to make the pain worse for him, he devoured me like a starving man would lick out the cake bowl. A lot of spit, and when he lifts his head, his face will be covered in cake batter.
“Drew,” I moan, “Don’t stop. I’m so close, please.”
His lips seal around my clit, and within seconds, I’m popping off like a rocket. Drew continues to lick lazily at my pussy, scooping my release out with his tongue until I’m too sensitive and have to push his head away.
“Better?” he asks, sitting up.
“So much better,” I sigh. After a couple more minutes, my attention turns to Drew and his obvious discomfort as he waits for his erection to go down.
“Let me help with that,” I say as I roll to my stomach.
“What about my punishment?” Drew asks.
“I think you’ve earned a reward,” I reply, using the key around my neck to unlock the cage. His dick springs free and immediately starts to grow hard. Drew hisses at the sensation and then moans as I suck the tip into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I push on his stomach, and he falls back onto the mattress, giving me more room to work. I begin to bob on his cock, taking him deeper with each down stroke until I work him into my throat.
“Shit. I’m gonna come,” Drew warns seconds before I feel him swelling. I swallow his cum as he moans loudly.
I sit up, wiping stray drops of cum from my lip with my finger and popping it into my mouth. “That was fun. We’ll have to thank Colton for revving up my engine.”
“He’s going to be so fucking pissed,” Drew chuckles.
When he is soft, I put the cock cage back on him. We kissed, and he left me to get ready for the day.
When I enter the kitchen later, Drew looks like one smug son of a bitch sitting at the kitchen table. Zach is irate, and Colt is flat-out pissed.
