by Piper Stone
He wasn’t my lover. He was a monster.
Rafael fingered my panties, moving across the thin elastic from one hip to the other. When he snagged the edge, tearing them from my body, I couldn’t fight the biting gasp rushing up from my throat. As he kicked my feet apart, sliding his hand down the center of my bottom until the tips of his fingers were able to shift back and forth across my pussy, an actual whimper escaped my mouth.
I tipped my head, enough to watch him as he pulled my thong to his nose, breathing in. A lump formed in my throat. What the hell did he think he was doing?
He emitted another growl, the sound more beast than man, his hot breath skating along my neck. “You’re wet for me, sweet and beautiful Savannah. Or is it all an act?”
Goddamn him.
The way he said my name was entirely different, more possessive. Far more dominating. The fire in my belly roared as he teased my swollen lips, darting his fingers just inside. I was shocked, riddled with guilt as the dazzling sensations forced me onto my toes. Even my head was swooning, my mind unable to focus as he rubbed his fingers up and down. There was no way I could speak or even try to push him away.
“But remember what I told you about pleasure. I’ll allow you to receive it only if you’re a good girl and so far, you haven’t been.”
The hard snap of his palm against my naked backside sent a vibe of pain coursing through my body. He smacked me again, moving his hand back and forth in a rapid-fire motion. I held my breath to keep from moaning as the punishment continued, the heat on my bottom increasing, my heart racing.
He stopped short, caressing my reddened bottom, his fingers once again dipping between my legs, the tip of a single finger swirling around my clit. “Are you going to tell me the truth? Are you going to beg me to forgive you for your insolence?”
Forgive? The word didn’t make any sense. I didn’t owe the man a damn thing. “I don’t know anything. I swear to you. I was shopping. That’s all. I didn’t know who you were. I certainly wouldn’t work for brutal thugs.” I kept my statement without emotion. I refused to allow him to break me.
When he started again, the spanking even rougher than before, I was tossed back and forth from feelings of anguish to bliss. The dichotomy was almost too much to bear. Everything was a blur; the moments of utter pleasure spent with him, the sight of the fallen men, and the rugged musician who’d opened up his very soul. What could I believe in?
“Then you’re going to have to learn the hard way. The punishments you’re going to receive will not be pleasant, but they are deserved. You are one very bad girl.” He jerked back, peppering first one ass cheek then the other, the force pushing me up onto my toes. The shock of his exertion stole my breath, the harsh punishment sending a wave of chills down the backs of my legs.
A series of whimpers left my mouth, the sound echoing in my ears. I struggled to keep from running away, to maintain my position.
Like a good little girl.
Jesus. I was completely rattled.
“I cared about you. I wouldn’t betray you,” I whispered, the sound so low I doubted he even heard me. Another round of humiliation swept in, my mind reeling at what other kinds of punishment he had in his mind. My legs trembled, the heat now searing every nerve ending.
When he thrust his fingers inside my pussy, pumping in a wild and frenetic manner, I gasped, pressing my face against the cool stone.
“I guess that remains to be seen. I will find out if you did and my reaction will be swift. What you don’t understand is that members of the Los Charlines organization will believe that you’re working with me. Do you understand what that means?”
“I...” I shuddered from the thought.
“That means your life is in danger. Now, I am a man of honor, Savannah, whether you want to believe it or not. I will make you a deal and I assure you, there will be no compromises.”
“A deal?” I managed, dragging my tongue across my lips.
“Yes. I will keep you alive and protected from the assholes. In exchange, you belong to me. It’s as simple as that. You will do what I say without question. Any infraction will be handled in whatever method I deem necessary.”
Stars floated in front of my eyes, my heart thudding. He was serious. I was bargaining for my life and in doing so, I became his property.
Several additional severe strikes against my bottom were even more jarring, the realization finally settling in.
I had no choice.
“Your answer,” he demanded.
I swallowed hard, closing my eyes and dreaming of a quiet night spent on the beach. As if that was ever going to happen again, unless the sand was made of shards of glass. “Fine.”
“Fine?”
“I agree to your deal. Okay? I... agree. Sir.” The words were difficult to say, the passion we’d shared shoved aside as if it had never happened. How had I fallen into such a horrific mess?
The guttural sound he made was foreboding, as if a telling of what was to come. At least I would be alive.
Or would I?
Rafael was right about one thing. Buying the series of coincidences was difficult to swallow. Was it possible I’d been the one used?
He released his hold, sliding his hand down the back of my head before fisting my hair and jerking me away from the wall. “You will learn exactly what it means to cross a man like me, Savannah.” As he pulled me against his chest, his breathing remaining ragged, he eased his arm around my waist.
He was still rock hard, his cock pressing against my bruised ass, another round of sensations rocketing through me. I hated this, every aspect yet when he slid his fingers under my shirt, I tingled from excitement.
“Do you still hunger for me, Savannah? Does your mouth water at the thought of having my thick cock buried deep inside of you?”
I wanted to scream at him that I could never fucking want him, that my entire world had been turned upside down because of him. But I couldn’t. And I didn’t. Instead, I exhaled, my skin even more on fire than before.
He gripped my breasts possessively, kneading them roughly before pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers through the lace fabric of my bra. The hint of anguish was exquisite, creating a series of vibrations that started from deep inside.
“You are one beautiful woman. Why is it that I can’t get enough of you?” he asked gruffly. “Why is it that I want to keep you naked at all times and by my side?”
As he twisted my hardened buds, my legs quivered.
Growling, he bit down on my neck with just enough pressure I issued a loud whimper. Not from fear. From raging desire. He chuckled in a dark and evil manner as he took a single step back, jerking my blouse over my head and pitching it to the side. He wasted no time unfastening my bra. I heard the sound of the clasp hitting the stone and sucked in my breath. Very slowly he turned me around to face him, cupping both sides of my face.
“Damn you, Savannah. Damn the fact I can’t get enough of you. You are everything I shouldn’t want yet you will never get away from me. Never.” As he crushed his mouth over mine, I tensed, gripping his arms in an effort to keep him at a distance. Within seconds, my body failed me as it had done before and I relaxed in his hold, the mixture of white-hot sensations and quivers shooting through me more intense than before.
He thrust his tongue past my lips, dominating mine within seconds as he explored the dark recesses of my mouth. Everything about the moment was surreal, the understanding that the contract I’d entered into was the work of a devil, only this time in sophisticated clothes. He reeked of testosterone, power unlike any man I’d ever been with. He was the dangerous man I’d suspected, even more so than I could have imagined.
And I wanted his control, if only for a few minutes of my life. I craved his strong arms holding me, dominating me. I had to be mad, the exhaustion and terror of what had occurred finally taking a toll.
As the kiss turned into a roar of passion, I slid my arms around his neck, weaving my fingers
in his long curls, the silky strands tangled. The taste of him was tangy, the hint of scotch incredible. He pulled me onto my toes, dragging me against the heat of his body until I was forced to arch my back. He was a crazed man, his hunger knowing no bounds.
My heart raced, my blood pumping wildly even though my mind continued to fight what my body refused to acquiesce to. I was surrendering. I was giving in.
When he broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip before darting his tongue around my mouth in a sweeping circle. “Unfasten my belt.” When my eyes opened wide, he chuckled once again. “Release my cock. I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”
Shivering once again, I did as I was told, my fingers stiff as I attempted to unbuckle and unfasten his button. Even the sound of the zipper as I tugged sent a shower of wet heat directly into my pussy, enough so my muscles clamped then released several times. How could I want this?
The moment I wrapped my hand around his cock, freeing his shaft from the tight confines, he let off an intense roar. The sound was thrilling as it managed to echo in the room. I pumped the base several times, twisting my hand and creating the kind of friction I knew he craved. He enjoyed his own slice of pain, as if it made him feel alive. His eyes were shimmering as he lowered his head, groaning like a wild animal.
“You are hungry, little girl. Aren’t you?” he asked as he brushed his knuckle across my chin.
“Yes. Yes, sir.” This time, I didn’t mind saying the word. This time only. I eased his trousers down his hips, freeing his testicles. I couldn’t resist rolling his balls between my fingers, squeezing until he let off a bedraggled moan.
“Be careful, little girl.”
He allowed me to stroke him for a full twenty seconds, his eyes boring into mine as if searching for the truth. I wasn’t certain if there was any real connection between us or if there would ever be. He was a bad man, a murderer, but I’d seen a hint of the other side of him, a man I could actually like. The thought was maddening, a hint of sadness rolling into my mind. He seemed so lonely, as if he’d never found any joy in his life. I wasn’t his possession, and no other method of punishment would change that.
Would he protect me? Did he actually care enough?
The answer would wait.
Rafael’s breathing became even more scattered, the look in his eyes like nothing but a crazed and desperately hungry beast. He gripped my hips, digging his fingers in and lifting me into the air. He pushed me hard against the wall, forcing me to wrap my legs around him.
“Oh. Oh...” The moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it, my entire body so alive. I felt the tip of his cock as he slid it back and forth across my swollen folds. The scent of our combined desires was unmistakable and a powerful aphrodisiac.
He hesitated, a wry smile crossing his face. “As I said, now, I fuck you.” He thrust the entire length of his cock inside, my muscles aching as they attempted to accept the thick invasion. He filled me completely, stifling my breath.
Sighing, I lolled my head as he held his shaft inside, moving back and forth very slowly. The feel of him was incredible, the electricity between us immeasurable.
“You feel so good. So wet and hot. I could stay inside of you for hours,” he said, the sound of his husky voice more melodic than when he’d been on stage. I could almost feel passion ripping at his seams, begging to be released, even fighting with his control.
I clung to him, wrapping my feet together as he began to slide in and out, the actions gentle and even loving.
He leaned closer, planting his hands against the wall, one after the other. As he began to pump into me, using his strong thigh muscles to keep me aloft, he wore a primal expression. He was a true beast, a man who would never take no for an answer.
His cock swelled, filling me completely. I was shocked at the myriad dazzling sensations as they rocketed through me, the way my heart raced from the tremendous excitement. I was almost instantly out of breath, trying to hold on as he fucked me like a wild bronco.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” The sounds I made were barely human, the animal inside of me clawing at the surface.
His muscles strained, the veins on the side of his neck prominent as he stared into my eyes. Everything about this man was intense, the desire in him completely unhinged.
I was thrown into instant euphoria, the roughness of his actions exciting as hell, throwing me into complete rapture. I closed my eyes, moaning softly as he powered into me. There could be nothing more sinful or dirty than being fucked in the middle of a dungeon. I was shocked at his vigor, his ability to thrust in long and even strokes.
“So tight, my sweet American girl,” he managed, his voice breathless from exertion.
I bit my lower lip then squeezed my muscles, forcing another savage roar to erupt from his throat. He seemed to falter, his chest heaving. When he lifted his head, his lip curled. “Bad girl.” He began again in earnest, every stroke going deeper.
My entire body quivered, the excitement building.
A few seconds later, he slowed, easing his face closer to mine. “You will not come unless I allow you.”
“Uh-huh. I mean yes, sir.”
His guttural laugh was just as dark as before, his eyes even more penetrating. His gaze never left me as he fucked me long and hard, the rhythm perfect, as if an orchestrated piece from one of his songs. I was shocked at his endurance, the way he could hold out even as beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead.
I could feel an orgasm rushing around the corner, knew I couldn’t hold it back for long. Shuddering, I dug my fingers into his shoulders, tossing my head from side to side. “Please.”
“Please what, little girl?”
“I need to come. I can’t... I can’t hold back.” I was breathless, my entire body shaking from the raw need that continued to build.
“Pleasure and pain, sweet Savannah.”
Exhaling, I clamped down on my muscles again. “Please?”
The roar that escaped his mouth was gruff, an animal in desperate need. “Come. Go ahead and come for me. Come on my cock. Now!”
There was no way I could hold back, no possibility I could shut down the rush as it swept up from my toes. “Oh. Oh!” I was stunned at the power as the climax slammed into my system, forcing an almost breathless cry pushing up from my lungs. “Oh. Yes!”
He refused to stop, thrusting harder and faster as a single orgasm rushed into another.
And another.
I could no longer think or focus, my vision cloudy as I clung to him almost desperately, my pussy throbbing uncontrollably. I did everything I could to control my muscles, clamping and releasing over and over again.
Until he could take no more.
I was aware of the rush as he erupted deep within me, filling me with his seed. I was also shocked that I’d enjoyed being fucked by a bastard, a man who’d taken me in a savage manner. Maybe I was one sick girl, lost in some crazy nightmare. Maybe I simply had craved a strong man, someone who would promise to protect me. There was no decent answer, not one the rational girl could tolerate.
And so, I shut down my mind, fighting the bitter battle waging deep within me.
He dropped his head, taking deep breaths, still holding me aloft.
His prisoner.
His possession.
I couldn’t stay the ugly thoughts swimming through my mind.
After a few minutes, he eased my legs to the floor, his hands still pressed against the stone as he licked his lips and studied me. The shimmer was gone, replaced with the stark coldness I’d seen what seemed like hours before. He finally eased away, running his fingers through his hair and turning slightly as he slipped his cock and balls back into position.
Everything was out of sorts, even the sound of his zipper exaggerated.
I folded my arms over my breasts, feeling more naked than I ever had in my life as well as completely embarrassed. He seemed to notice the difference in me, snorting as if disgusted at my change in demeanor.
“Turn around and face the wall,” he said gruffly.
“What?”
“You never question my commands, Savannah. Do you understand me?” With that, he tweaked my nipple, pinching and twisting.
I swallowed before answering, “Yes, sir.”
He nodded, waiting for me to turn around and once again face the wall. I was thrown by the change, the one eighty. He was two completely different people. Which one was the real man? I tamped back a dozen nasty words I wanted to say, the anger that replaced the moment of joy and passion. I was a fool.
“Stay exactly where you are. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” I loathed having to give him any kind of respect. But you made a deal. You saved your life. I bit back a growl of my own. One day, I would find a way out of his hold. I heard the sound of the cabinet being opened and another rush of fear mixed with adrenaline. What the hell was he going to do to me? One minute passed by then two. I was going to lose my mind, the anticipation making me sick.
His footsteps were even more jarring than before and as he came closer, I realized my shoulders were slumping. He eased his arm over my shoulder, twisting then opening up his hand. The sight of an anal plug was disgusting, horrifying. I couldn’t imagine having the damn huge piece of rubber inside of me.
My thoughts drifted to a few nights before, the shock of actually enjoying his cock filling me. I closed my eyes, willing the memory away. That had been a lifetime ago.
“You have a tight little asshole. I think several rounds of training are in order.”
If he expected me to answer, he had another think coming. What the hell was all of this about? Was he actually trying to break me?
“Bend over and spread your ass cheeks for me,” he instructed.
“You can’t be serious.”
He tilted his head, his once sparkling eyes so damn cold. It was as if he was another person altogether. “Do not test me, Savannah. Do not question my commands. Do not argue with me. Ever.”
