The Torturer and the Assassin Part 4
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Tim was focused and receptive while I taught him how to punch with power and how to stand so he wouldn’t tip over. I was proud of how quickly he picked things up. We were interrupted by my watch alarm letting us know our time was over.
I walked over to him and grabbed his waist, pulling his mouth to mine. My hand went behind his head, holding him to me as my tongue explored his mouth. He seemed resistant for a few moments, then his tongue timidly touched mine and I growled with desire.
He started kissing me back with vigor. Wolf loved it. The hand I had at the small of Tim’s back slid down to his ass and I squeezed it. He moaned into my mouth.
When we finally pulled apart, I had to catch my breath like he did. It was like I forgot to breathe when my lips were on his. He literally took my breath away.
I released his head and slid my hand down to his. I twined my fingers with his and started pulling him back toward his house. He followed dazedly until he realized where we were going.
Tim started trying to pull away when we broke the tree line. I gripped tighter and pulled him to walk next to me. I wasn’t going to let him go now. I held his hand as we walked down the street toward his house.
People nodded to us, but walked past without comment. They knew better than to say anything to me. I wouldn’t be kind if they said the wrong thing.
When we reached Tim’s house, I walked him up to his door before releasing his hand. Tim leaned against his door. I put a hand on the frame and leaned into him.
“I can’t believe you did that. Now they all know about us.” Tim hissed.
“The sooner they get used to it, the better. You’re mine, Tim. Never forget that. You belong to me.” I told him sternly and leaned down to kiss him again.
“You said three kisses today. If you kiss me now, you can’t kiss me later.” He whispered.
“You’re right. I’ll give myself more kisses tomorrow. I think ten….” I grinned.
“T-ten?” Tim squeaked.
“You’re right. That’s not enough. Twenty. Does that make you feel better?” I winked.
“I think you’re overdoing this, Sy. Ten is a lot, twenty is too much.” He said.
“Maybe you’re right. I should use some of them today, to make sure they all get used.” I purred and pressed my lips to his gently.
I kissed him tenderly this time. A delicate nibbling over his lips and the corners of his mouth while I caressed his cheek. His hand came up and held mine. He started kissing back, capturing my lower lip between his teeth and running his tongue over it.
After a little while, I pulled back and laid a soft kiss on his forehead. Tim bit his lips together as he gazed up at me. I smiled at him.
“You’re a cheater, Mr. Greene.” He murmured.
“Only when I want something badly enough, Mr. Scarlet. There are no rules that can keep me from having what I desire. And I desire you.”
“Go home.” Tim laughed and pushed at my shoulder.
“As soon as you’re safely inside.” I told him.
Tim turned and unlocked the door before going in and giving me a quick glance and smile. When he closed the door, I wanted to push it open again and take him right there. That wasn’t going to work. I was already being as forward as I thought Tim could handle.
I turned to the street and saw people looking away. I didn’t like that. I took off my tank top and rubbed it all over my skin before ripping it into shreds and tying the pieces all over the porch and the fence in front of Tim’s house. I’d come back in wolf form tonight to properly mark my territory.
When I got home, I shucked off the rest of my clothes before hopping into the shower. I made sure I was clean enough not to distract Tim while he worked. I looked forward to seeing him work.
After eating and dressing, I went by Tim’s house on my way to the dungeon. He had to be there by now. I was relieved to find the dungeon door unlocked.
Tim turned to me. He was wearing an expression I’d never seen. It was a mix between bored and amused. His eyes had no sparkle to them. Like they were dead.
“I’ve been waiting, Mr. Greene. Next time, I want you here quickly. It gave me some time to put together what I’ll need for our friend here. Come show me what you’ve learned. Quickly. I have work to do.” Tim said coolly.
“Of course, Mr. Scarlet. I apologize for my tardiness.” I replied.
I went over to the work bench and started pulling ingredients. I was sure of myself. I knew what I was doing. I put the ingredients into the bowl and started grinding them together. Tim stood very close to me and watched as I worked.
If I were a more delicate man, I’d have been distracted by him. This was work, though. I never stumbled, got distracted, or missed when I was working. When I finished, I showed it to him. Tim looked into my eyes and nodded.
“Very good, Mr. Greene. You may bottle that to keep in your kit. Now, you may have a seat on the stool over there while I deal with this… annoyance.” He smirked.
I took a seat and watched as he approached the man. All of the injuries I’d given him had healed. There were only a few bruises left.
Tim put on gloves and picked up a glass bottle with a spritzer lid. He misted the body with whatever was in the bottle. And returned it to the work bench. He came back with something in his hand.
“You may be wondering what I’m going to do to you. I was curious about the same thing. You had silver cuffs with you. I can assume you weren’t planning to kill me when you strangled me. You could have torn out my throat more easily. You tell me your plan and this doesn’t have to get painful.” Tim smiled.
“f**k you.” The wolf growled.
Tim sighed and held up a ballpoint pen. “We’ll start at a low level of pain. You’ll have to forgive me, I’m not much of an artist.”
He started drawing smiley faces and stars all over the man’s chest. I nearly started laughing, until the man began screaming in pain. He was reacting like Tim was using a knife to carve the shapes into his skin.
That spray must have been the potion he said he would use to make me less resistant to pain. If it could create this sort of reaction to the simple scratching of a ballpoint pen, then I couldn’t imagine the pain he could cause with some of his other tools. He raised the pen and looked into the man’s eyes.
“Tell me your name and what you wanted with me.” Tim grinned.
The pleasure in his eyes was thrilling. He truly enjoyed what he did. Just like I enjoyed killing. I licked my lips and leaned forward to watch more closely.
“Clifford. Clifford Townsend. I wanted to take you to another collective and drop you inside their borders. You’re a drain on our collective. You don’t fight. You were given a house, food, and pay for doing something anyone can do. Torture isn’t the way of werewolves.” The man replied.
“Smart collectives, smart packs, have someone who can extract information. Torture is art. It’s not something ‘anyone’ can do. I can torture anything from humans, to fae, to vampires. I learned how to torture any being that exists. It’s really in your best interest to have me on your side, don’t you think?” Tim asked as he returned to the work bench and came back with a silver tool that looked like a pizza cutter with spines.
“Wh-what are you going to do with that?” Clifford asked in a stuttering voice.
“I’m going to start removing your skin. I’ll tan the pieces and use them in a coat I’m making. Don’t you think Mr. Greene will look handsome in a leather coat made of real werewolf skin?” Tim chuckled.
Clifford looked at me with terror in his eyes. Tim was cool and unaffected. He started taking measurements of the terrified man’s body and making comments on what pieces he’d use.
“The positive part is that I can just wait for that skin to grow back and take it again if I make a mistake. It’s a positive for me, really, not for you.”
“I’m sorry. Please. Please, don’t.” Clifford pled.
“I don’t really want people to think I’ll bend to some begging. That wouldn’t be good business. They would be all ‘but you let Cliff go’ and I can’t deal with that hassle. I’m sure you understand.” Tim grinned.
“I won’t tell anyone. I’ll tell them you tortured me for as long as you wanted and let me go when you were done. I’ll tell everyone how terrifying you are, sir. Please don’t skin me.” He sobbed.
“This is your coat, Mr. Greene. What do you think?” Tim asked me.
I thought about it for a little while. He was going to make the coat for me. I loved that he was thinking of gifts for me.
“It’s too warm for a leather coat right now. I’m sure there will be other people who you can get your materials from. This one seems to want to spread word of your skill, Mr. Scarlet. I’m sure he’ll remember your generosity.” I smirked.
“I will. I swear. If I ever hear anyone speaking against you, I’ll defend you. I’ll report them to you and Mr. Greene. I promise!” Clifford begged.
Tim sighed and put his tools away. He went to a sink and started water running until steam came off of it and ran some towels under the water.
“Get some gloves on, Mr. Greene. You don’t want this stuff to touch your skin.” He ordered.
I quickly retrieved gloves and went to him at the sink. Once my gloves were on, he handed me a wet towel. It was hot, but not too much.
“We need to wipe the potion off his skin, then wait thirty minutes before he can leave without the wind making him scream in pain.” Tim explained.
I nodded and we approached the chair. As soon as the hot towel touched his skin, Clifford began screaming as if he was being scalded. It made me jump, but I kept wiping as he screamed, and eventually passed out from the pain.
We cleaned every inch of the man with the towels. Tim scrubbed the pen marks off his chest. Our gloved hands brushed each other and I caught his eye before giving him a wink that made him chuckle.
Once Clifford was ready to go, Tim gave him a gentle reminder of his promise and what would happen to him if he broke it. After he left, still naked, I grabbed Tim and kissed him hard. I’d wanted him more and more as he worked.
He froze for a moment, then responded whole heartedly. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me even closer, like he was trying to merge our bodies together. I was relieved that he was starting to accept me.
I pulled back and gazed into his eyes again. No one ever looked me in the eye. Even Kingston would look away. I loved the intimacy of it.
“What should we do now?” I asked.
“I… I want you, Sy. I thought I could resist you. I thought I could hold back until you changed your mind about me. But, I looked up while I was torturing him and your eyes were so full of love and admiration. No one who sees what I’m like when I’m working wants to be with me.” Tim whispered and leaned in to kiss me again.
“Mmm.” I hummed against his lips. “Let’s take a half day, then. It’s not like anyone is really counting our hours. As long as I learn something from you, Kingston sees it as a win.”
He nodded and took my hand, pulling me along with him as he hurriedly made his way out of the dungeon. I quickly found my stride behind him as we headed to the entrance of the house. Kingston stepped in front of the door with a stern expression on his face.
“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” He growled.
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