Page 27 of Stolen Compliance

I hand the paperwork to him and gesture to the girl. “These assholes think they’re in charge and can skirt around the rules.”

“Sir…” Joss tries to say, but Dominic gives him a withering glare.

“Come with me,” he barks out.

He leads the way out of the holding area to one of the rooms reserved for when people fuck up.

Luca and I grab the pair and wrestle them into the chairs, securing them while they try to protest.

That done, we step back and look to Dominic, whose expression makes me shiver as my cock perks up. The threat of violence gets my blood pumping, and I’d happily fall to my knees for him if he’d allow it.

“You know better,” Dominic says in a low, dark tone that does things to me. “You know to not touch underage…the last thing we need is for the fucking feds on our ass because we’re touching things we’re not supposed to.”

“Please…” Joss says. “She’ll be legal enough in two weeks. You and I both know that the clients pay better the younger they look.”

Dominic shakes his head. “That’s not how we operate. Especially not without the Boss’s approval.”

Joss pales, and he snaps his mouth shut, as if finally cluing in to how fucked he is.

Dominic grins, a twisted, sadistic look that promises nothing but pain. “Yes, now you’re getting it. Taking matters into your own hands isn’t what you’re paid to do.” Dominic snaps his fingers. “Don’t kill them…but you can start the lesson of why they don’t make decisions for the Boss.”

I smirk, anticipation thrumming through my veins at the fun to be had.

Turning to the tools laid out on one of the tables in the room, I take my time choosing, grabbing a few things and heading for Joss, leaving the other one to Luca.

My prey whimpers, and I hit him across the face. “Quiet,” I tell him. “You brought this on yourself.”

Grabbing his hand, I splay his fingers out, and when he tries to close his fist, I hit the top of it with the pliers I’m holding. He cries out, but I ignore him, gripping the nail of his middle finger and with a twist and a hard yank, the nail pulls cleanly from the bed.

He cries out, and I bite back my laugh. Not so tough now when he’s facing the consequences of his actions. Fucking pathetic, but his cries are amusing at least.

I take every nail and nod at my handy work before standing up straight, stretching out my muscles from being bent over.

Rather than doing the other hand, I strike him across the face again, getting him to cry out so I can pry my fingers into his mouth.

“Hold his head,” I tell Luca.

He doesn’t hesitate to comply, holding the asshole still, even grabbing his chin to help force his jaw open wider.

I give a nod of thanks before reaching in with a different set of pliers. It’s a bit harder to rip out a tooth than it is to do a nail, but I manage to yank four teeth before I get bored.

“You can release him.” I head back to the stash of torture tools and drop my pliers on the table before grabbing the bottle of lemon juice we keep there.

Joss whimpers as he watches with tear-filled eyes. I keep his gaze and grin at him when I squirt the juice onto his bleeding nail beds. He clenches his teeth and screams, a guttural noise coming from deep in his chest as he flexes his broken hand, trying to ease the stinging pain running through him.

I tsk. “You’re lucky the Boss will want to kill you himself for putting his business in jeopardy.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t play with him,” Dominic says. “Why don’t you give him a taste of the medicine he was trying to subject the girl to?”

I laugh gleefully and head back to the torture tools. Deciding on a size is hard, but I decide to go with one in the middle, since we need him alive for Sergio.

“Help me get him on all fours,” I tell Luca.

Joss tries to fight, knowing what’s coming, but between the two of us, we get him on the floor. I chain his arms behind his back, and Luca holds him down. The newbie looks a little green when he realizes what’s coming, but I ignore that. Knowing firsthand it’s all part of his act.

Cutting Joss’s pants open, I expose his asshole, showing it off to Dominic before picking up the pipe and lubricant. I’ve never done this myself before, but I’ve seen Dominic do it, so it’s nothing to spread a light coat of lube over the metal.

Steadying Joss with a hand on his hip, I slide the pipe between his ass cheeks and steadily push the thing into his hole. It’s slow going because though it’s a medium-sized pipe, shaped specifically for this task, that doesn’t mean the body doesn’t try to fight it off.