Chapter 12 -- NC 17

The following morning...

Skye sat huddled in a chair, her legs pulled up against her chest. She'd been that way for the last hour, after pacing the meat locker most of the night. She couldn't believe Jax hadn't come for her; how could she have misjudged him so? When she heard the door open, she thought for a second that she was right about him after all. "Jax!" she yelled. Her heart sank to her stomach at the sight of the man that entered. "Come with me, Ms. Quartermaine," Johnny said. Skye wasn't sure what to do; after the night she had, she didn't think she had the energy to run for it. "No one's going to hurt you," Johnny assured her. Skye sighed, and walked out the door with him. Max was waiting at the car, and they all got into the limo; Johnny guarding Skye in the back, and Max driving. Once at Harborview Towers, Johnny escorted Skye upstairs. He brought her into the penthouse, where Sonny was standing near the bar, nursing a scotch. "That'll be all Johnny," he told his man. Johnny left, and Skye stood quietly, trembling. "You must be disappointed that Candyboy didn't save you," Sonny began; "of course, there was nothing to save you from." Skye shrugged, "I was wrong about him, I guess." Sonny couldn't help but laugh; if she only knew how true that was. "Actually," he told her, "Jax was here, demanding to know where I'd stashed you." Skye's face lit up, "he was?" Sonny finished his drink and put the glass down, turning to face her; "yup, he was. But now he's...gone." Skye started to shake with fear; "you...you killed him? Oh my God, you killed him! Just like you killed my brother! You monster, you killed both of them!" "Not that I owe you anything, but I swear to you that I did not kill both of them." Sonny said it with complete sincerity, knowing that Jax was on his way to Australia. AJ was another story; where he'd gone, he was never coming back from. Skye relaxed a bit; for some reason she believed him. "Where is Jax then?" "That's not your concern. All you need to know is, he's gone. He's not here to save you, or help you, anymore." Skye looked him in the eyes, "what are you going to do to me?" Sonny shrugged, "well that depends. Do you remember what I told you that last time we spoke?" Skye swallowed hard, then replied, "yes." Sonny crossed his arms, "well, I'm waiting."

Before she arrived, Sonny had fully intended to just have her beg a little, then let her go. But now, as she was standing before him, he got the urge to take it a little further. Skye wasn't sure what to do. She assumed she was to beg for her safety or her life, but how far did he want her to go? She smiled at him, artificially, and began, "Sonny..." Sonny put up his hand to stop her. "You're not getting off to a good start Skye. Let's try it with a little respect, shall we?" She took a deep breath, and started again; "Mr. Corinthos. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you. I'll never bother you again. Please don't hurt me." Sonny rolled his eyes and then stared at her. "I don't know what you want!" Skye exclaimed, exasperated. Sonny walked closer to her, and spoke in a quiet voice, "I want you on your knees." Skye looked into his eyes, and saw nothing but blackness. Could he possibly mean what she thought he meant? Sonny waited for her reaction; if she seemed really upset or scared for her safety, he'd let her go. But he had a feeling, that wasn't the case. Skye slowly knelt down on the floor, and tentatively put her hand up. She moved it slowly towards the front of his pants, and when he didn't stop her, she touched him. She gasped, feeling how large he was. Sonny stood perfectly still but said, "this is what you've wanted all along, isn't it?" Skye didn't reply, her hand gently caressing him. Sonny continued, "that first day we met, you thought I'd want you, and that I'd help you take down your family, didn't you?" Skye looked up at him, "yes." "Well, I did for a moment," Sonny admitted, "until I realized what a backstabbing tramp you are." Skye went to pull back from him, but his words stopped her; "here's your chance to do what you've always wanted." "What's that?" Skye asked quietly, already knowing the answer. The truth was she did want Sonny Corinthos, and had from the first moment they met. And, when he rejected her, her desire had turned to rage. "To get me into bed of course," Sonny replied with a grin. "Although," he stroked her hair, "I doubt we'll make it up there. Keep going." Skye shuddered; he was ordering her to perform sexual acts with him. But she knew, that he knew, she wouldn't say no. She continued massaging his ever-growing bulge through his pants. "Take it out," Sonny told her in a strained voice. Skye did as he said, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and reaching in to free him from his underwear. "Oh God," she moaned, admiring what she'd retrieved. "Like that, huh?" Sonny asked, getting more and more aroused by the moment. "Yes," Skye replied breathlessly. "Yes what, Skye?" "Yes...Mr. Corinthos?" Sonny smiled, "good girl. Now why don't you show me how much you like it?" He didn't have to tell her twice, she took him into her mouth in one movement, causing Sonny to wonder, "what is it with redheads?" Skye's mouth was indeed as skilled as Kristina's, and she went about her "task" with great relish. Sonny put both hands on her head, and guided her back and forth. He wanted to stay in control though at all times, so after a few moments, he stopped her cold. "Stop!" Skye did, and pulled back and looked at him through eyes heavy with desire. "Didn't you like it?" she panted. "I liked it fine," Sonny replied, "but now, I want you on the couch." 

Skye stood shaking, but not from fear, and walked over to the couch, where she took a seat. Sonny tucked himself away, as best he could and followed her. He quickly pulled her sweater over her head, and unclasped her front-closing bra. "Nice," he commented, before taking one of her breasts firmly in his hand, and its nipple in his mouth. Skye arched, her head dropping back, as the sensations ran from her breasts to her very center. Sonny rolled the nipple on his tongue, then bit it gently. "Ooooh!" Skye moaned, grabbing his head. Sonny moved his attentions to the other breast, and soon Skye was writhing against his face. "Sonny, oh God, please." Sonny pulled back. "Please what Skye?" Skye stared into his eyes, "please make love to me." Sonny smiled, then shook his head. "Sorry. But I will fuck you till you can't remember your name." Skye gasped, knowing he was insulting her again, but wanting, none-the-less, for him to do just what he said. She leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped her. "Say it." "I..." "Say it Skye!" "Sonny, please, fuck me till I can't remember my name!" She yelled it, and Johnny, who was at his usual post outside the door, dropped his head back in frustration and hit it against the wall. "Shit!" he exclaimed, rubbing his head, and wondering if he'd ever get any woman, let alone as many as the boss had. 

Back inside, Sonny had quickly divested both of them of their clothing, and had pinned Skye down on the couch. He plunged into her, causing her to scream, "oh shit! You're so big! Oh my God it's been so long!" Sonny chuckled, "what's the matter, Candyboy just didn't do it for you?" He already knew what her response would be. "No, he didn't want me, but who the hell cares now!" Sonny took her arms and held them above her head. Skye pulled her legs back, resting one on the back of the couch, the other capturing Sonny at the waist. Sonny stroked faster and faster, deeper and deeper, and Skye kept talking, rather, yelling. "Oh yes, you fucking gorgeous man! I knew you'd be hot. I used to play with myself and think about you fucking me!" "Of course you did," Sonny retorted; "you're such a bad girl Skye; aren't you?" "Yes Sonny! I'm a bad girl," she cried. Sonny stopped his movements, and released her arms, propping himself up on his elbows. "You know what happens to bad girls Skye?" he asked, looking into her eyes. Skye didn't care what happened to bad girls at that point. She just didn't want him to stop until she exploded. She bit her lip, "please, don't stop!" Sonny chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll finish what I started. But, I think you need to be punished for being such a bad girl, don't you?" Skye reached down and grabbed his ass, trying to get him moving again. "Cut it out!" he snapped, and she quickly moved her hands. "Please, Sonny!" Sonny reached down under her and shifted her body slightly, so that one of her creamy white cheeks was more exposed. Skye knew what he was about to do, and knew what it would make her do. She had always been a little on the kinky side. Sonny's hand met her ass with a resounding "crack," and Skye started yelling again. "Oh yes, spank me!" "I knew it," Sonny thought. He had figured she'd be pretty wild. He began moving in and out of her again, spanking her a couple more times; he didn't want it to get beyond playful. Skye felt the orgasm building, and once again grabbed his ass with her hands. A few strokes later, she came, screaming something unintelligible, peppered with obscenities. Sonny pumped a few more times, then released into her with a loud groan.

Skye watched as Sonny got dressed; slightly disappointed they weren't going to go another round. She figured she'd ask anyway. "Can we go upstairs?" Sonny looked at her, and stood up; "why? You're leaving now." "But..." Skye sputtered. "But what? You got what you wanted. And I got what I wanted." "What was that?" Skye asked, hoping he'd say something nice to her. "I wanted you to know who's boss around here, and now you do. Now, if you know what's good for you, you'll take a cue from Jax and your brother and leave my town. I won't ask this nicely again." Skye was crushed, but could tell that he meant it. She nodded her head, got to her feet, and put her clothes on. "Sonny..." she whispered, trying to think of something to say that would make him change his mind. "Get out of here," Sonny replied, pointing at the door. Skye hurried out, bursting into tears. Johnny watched her go. As she left the building, she planned to go to her hotel room, collect her things, and return to her mother in Llanview, PA as quickly as possible. She never wanted to see or hear about Sonny Corinthos again.

Later that evening...

Sonny sat in the penthouse, staring into the fire and nursing a scotch. He was as content as he'd been in a long time. He'd dispatched the four people that were being the biggest pains to him: AJ, Courtney, Jax and Skye. He'd also received Zander's letter, and was pleased that the young man had decided to leave town as well. Carly was under control since Zander was gone, and the only man she really wanted was Sonny. He figured he'd have sex with her occasionally, but otherwise, she wouldn't be in his life. Kristina was still coming around, and Sonny enjoyed the time they spent together. Things had been strained with Alexis since their interlude. Sonny was fine with it, but he could tell Alexis wasn't. Johnny interrupted his thoughts, "boss? Ms. Davis is here." Sonny turned his head to see Alexis come in. She walked over and sat down next to him. "How are you?" Sonny asked. Alexis shook her head, "I...I don't know how to do this. I dream about you Sonny, about what we did together...what you did to me." Sonny felt himself getting hard, remembering how it was. "Alexis, we had an agreement..." "I know. I know we did, and I'm sorry. Sonny, please..." Sonny didn't say anything; he just stared at her, and Alexis took his silence as an affirmative response. "Oh Sonny!" she cried, dropping to her knees in front of him. As he felt Alexis opening his belt buckle, Sonny hung his head back and rested it on the couch. She lowered the zipper of his pants, and snaked her hand in. When he felt her take hold of him, he let out a loud sigh. When she took him in her mouth, he thought, "oh, why the hell not..."

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