“How?” she whispered.
I raised my finger to her neck, gently trailing the tip down her skin, over her collarbone and between her tits. She mewled at the feeling but didn’t object.
“I’m going to want to have you,” I told her. “I’m going to want to fuck you. Are you a virgin, Violet? Did you save your pretty little pussy for me?”
“I-I…” she started, shivering under my touch. Her eyes were fearful but filled with desire she didn’t yet understand. “I haven’t let anyone…”
“What?” I demanded. “Haven’t let anyone what?”
“Fu-Fuck me,” she whispered.
“Nowhere?” I dug deeper. “Not even in your mouth, princess?”
She blushed, muttering again, “Nowhere.”
“That’s a good girl,” I told her. “I knew you’d save yourself for me. I’m fucking glad I made sure of it.”
She furrowed her brows, but I didn’t acknowledge it.
Let her fucking wonder.
“I’m going to leave you now, Violet,” I said next. “Make sure you’re ready for me on Sunday.”
I attempted to get up when she suddenly straddled me, pressing her hot cunt against my crotch and making me groan out loud. She tightened her grip around my neck, burrowing her head in the crook of my arm.
“Don’t go,” she whispered. “Don’t leave me alone. I’m sad, Devlin. I’m so sad, and I have nobody to talk to. They’ve all shunned me. Shut me out like I’m… like I’m some sort of criminal.”
“There there,” I muttered, smoothing her back down with both palms and making her whimper with pleasure at the touch. “It’s okay, Violet. Look at me.”
She pulled back, eyes once again on mine.
“What did I ask you to call me?” I said, voice firm and steady. “Did I ask you to call me by my name, princess?”
She opened and closed her mouth, finally shaking her head.
“What did I ask you to call me?” I asked patiently, and her bottom lip quivered with stubbornness. “Say it, Violet. Be a good girl for me and I’ll stay a little bit longer.”
“N-No,” she managed to get out.
I got up, pushing her off my lap and making her cry out.
“Please!”
I turned to face her, already on my way to the door. “Please, what?”
“Please.”
She looked pretty when she was this desperate.
I never thought she’d swallow her pride that fast, but she always managed to surprise me with how naturally submissive she was. Like she craved an owner.
She sank to her knees before my eyes, as if a reflex had taken over, erasing Violet and replacing her with the sex-toy version of her who would be more than eager to follow my orders.
“Please, don’t leave,” she said again. “Please, Master, I’ll be a good girl.”
As I stroked her silky hair thoughtfully, pretending to mull over her offer, I had already decided.
I was going to keep her.
Fifteen
Violet
I finally understood what the devil wanted from me. All of the years of wondering—wandering in confusion—it had been building to that moment. Devlin did want me, but not on my terms. He didn’t want the obsessed child that begged for him at prom. He didn’t want the desperate girl that threw herself at him at the ballet. He wanted a woman—and he wanted me on my knees. The rumors were true about him—just like Annie warned. When the devil made someone an offer, they didn’t refuse.
I certainly couldn’t.
Not when he was the one person who could save my father.
Not when he was the man who could make sure my brother never ended up in handcuffs.
I sold my soul to the devil, and I was about to find out how steep the price was.
“Please don’t leave me—Master.” The word Master still felt strange in my throat, but I had a feeling I would get used to saying it.
“Tell me why you’re on your knees, princess.” His fingers traced my scalp and brushed against the back of my ear.
“I-I don’t know.” Her shoulders slumped forward, but her head tilted against my palm. “I thought this was what you wanted.”
“It isn’t just about what I want. I could leave—right now. You asked me to stay. Then you got down on your knees. I want to know why.” There was more intensity in Devlin’s words as they left his lips.
“I really don’t know, Master.” I stared at the floor, falling further, pressing my palms flat against the ground.
I didn’t have the answer Devlin wanted. I didn’t even know the answer myself. Something came over me—a strange feeling. It forced me to kneel before him. To look at him as my Master instead of the man I knew—the man that I wanted for so long—the man I thought I would never have. I had felt his rejection before. I didn’t want to feel it again—not when I needed him more than ever.
Being on my knees was humiliating. A Cabot didn’t kneel—a Cabot didn’t bend their knees for anyone. My father had the strength to stand on his own two feet when he could have made his life a lot easier and bent to Dominic Windsor’s demands. He fought—and he won—but even that wasn’t enough. His world still came crashing down. Was I taking the easy way out? What would my father do if he saw me kneeling before Devlin Windsor—signing a contract—giving him my innocence in exchange for my family. But I wasn’t my father. I didn’t have his strength. I only knew one way to get him back, and that was with my name on a dotted line—a contract that would require me to become the devil’s toy—as long as he wanted me.
“You’ll understand soon enough—you’ll understand why you felt the need to kneel, because it’s more than just a need—it’s an honor. It’s a privilege.” His words got a little firmer and I felt his hand tighten around my hair until I was forced to look up at him. “You wanted to be mine for so long, but you were too young. There are lines that even the devil can’t cross.”
“Are there?” My words came out in a hoarse whisper. “I need to know something.”
“What is it, princess?” His grip didn’t loosen. “What do you need to know that I haven’t already told you?”
“Who put my father behind bars? Did you have anything to do with it?” The next thing I needed to ask got tangled in my throat, but I forced the words out. “Was it your father?”
“I had nothing to do with your father’s situation.” He shook his head back and forth. “If I did, I wouldn’t be offering to help. I didn’t have to bring down your father’s empire to claim you, princess. You’ve been mine since the beginning—all I had to do was open my door.”
It wouldn’t have been that easy and you know it—not after the way you’ve treated me.
“You didn’t answer my other question.” I felt him pull my hair a little harder and his eyes got dark. “Was it your father?”
“I won’t lie to you, princess.” A sigh crossed his lips.
“So, it was.” I felt my body trembling.
“I don’t know.” His lips pursed. “But that doesn’t change our agreement. I’ll get your father out of prison and I’ll help you restore the Cabot name.”
“You’ll go to war with your father?” I winced and blinked away the pain that was starting to spread across my scalp. “You’ve never stood up to him before.”
“There are many things you don’t know.” He released my hair and my head fell forward. “The agreement is made—the deal is signed. As long as you uphold your end of our bargain, you will get everything you want.”
“I will do my part.” I sighed and swallowed hard. “I promise.”
“You believe that don’t you?” He chuckled and turned back towards me. “You’ve already violated your contract—and the ink isn’t even dry.”
“What?” I blinked in surprise. “I have not.”
“I know what you did in your room. I know you—touched yourself.” A slight smile formed on the edge of his lips.
“That was before I even signed the contract—wait—h
ow do you know?” My head lifted and our eyes met.
“Nothing goes on in my house that I don’t know about.” He tilted his head to the side. “There are cameras everywhere—including your room.”
“What the fuck?” I started to stand, but Devlin put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down onto my knees. “You can’t do that—it’s an invasion of privacy!”
“You will have no privacy here. That privilege ended the moment you walked through the door. Strip.” He took a step back.
“I’m sorry?” I narrowed my eyes. “What?”
“You do not question!” His words were like daggers. “You obey!”
His commanding tone caught me off guard—but it did something else too. It practically compelled me to obey him. It made my body scream for his dominance—his touch. I had never been naked in front of a man. If Devlin was going to claim me and take my innocence, then it was inevitable that he would be the first. I had fallen so far from the grace I cherished. What were my clothes worth? My dignity was gone the moment I signed the contract. If that wasn’t enough, falling to my knees in front of the devil did the rest. I reached back and started to unzip my dress. Devlin watched with a slight grin forming on the edge of his lips—it got wider as the zipper moved down my back.
“Yes.” He nodded. “Show me what you’re going to give me. Show me the forbidden fruit that no man has touched—that no man will ever touch but me.”
“Yes, Master.” The words left my lips before I even realized I was about to say them.
My dress fell to the floor around my knees and I was kneeling in front of Devlin in my bra and panties. My fingers trembled when I reached back to unsnap my bra. I hesitated when I felt the metal twist against my fingers and the fabric became loose. I could see the desire in Devlin’s eyes—a desire that I wanted to see so many times before that moment. I just never expected to be on my knees when I saw it. My bra finally fell forward, exposing my breasts, and then tumbling to the floor. Devlin’s hand stroked the front of his pants—a bulge clearly visible against the fabric. That was for me—a reaction to my body—a reaction to my submissive nature. I wondered if he would claim his prize the second I was undressed. Would he take my innocence right there on the floor?
“Now your panties.” He motioned to me again. “I want you to remove them and put them in my hand.”
Devlin extended his hand and my fingers trembled again as I moved them to the waistband of my panties. I took a deep breath and pushed them underneath the fabric. I slid them down my hips, exposing my pelvis, and then I was forced to shift on my knees so that I could shuffle out of them. I slid them down my legs, doing my best to maintain my position on my knees, and pushed off my shoes as I untangled my panties from my feet. Devlin wasn’t close enough for me to extend my hand and reach him. I had to crawl—that was my only option. More waves of humiliation swept through me as I put my palms on the floor and started moving towards him—until I was close enough to put my panties in his hand.
“Good girl.” He smiled and nodded. “Turn around.”
“Master?” I looked at him in confusion.
“I want you on your knees with your nose against the floor.” He ground his words out against his teeth, as if he was unhappy that I questioned what he said.
I did as he commanded and turned away from him. I bent forward, which caused my ass to raise. I knew he could see my pussy—and the most horrifying part of that was realizing that I was wet. The things he was saying—the way he was forcing me to push past my comfort zone—it was turning me on. My body craved his touch. I wondered if that was the moment my innocence would be shattered—my nose against the floor with my virgin pussy wet for the taking. I heard his feet against the floor and saw the shadow he was casting move, but he didn’t touch me. He walked around me in a circle, each step a little faster than the one before it.
“Yes.” He growled underneath a sigh. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined—and your pussy is so fucking wet. Is that for me? Did you get turned on by the thought of me earlier when you touched yourself without permission.”
“I—I…” My words got tangled up as I tried to speak.
“Say it. I want to hear the truth.” He came to a stop behind me.
“Yes.” I admitted and nodded, even though my nose was against the floor so my head didn’t move much.
“You will have to be punished for violating one of my rules.” He walked around until his feet were directly in front of my face. “Stand.”
“Yes, Master.” I lifted and started to rise to my feet.
I’m already obeying without question—am I really this submissive? No. I’m paying the price for my father’s freedom. I’ll play Devlin’s game, even if I have to give him my innocence, but he will never get my full submission—even if my body craves his touch. I’m changing the rules. He may have made a Cabot kneel—but my heart will never bow to the devil. I see him for what he truly is now.
“Follow me.” He started walking before I had a chance to process what he said, so I had to scurry to catch up.
“Yes, Master.” The words had gotten comfortable, but they were hollow—I was saying what he wanted to hear because those words were a means to an end.
Devlin led me through his manor until we reached a large black door that was dimly lit. He pushed it open and I saw a set of stairs in front of us. He started walking down the stairs and when I took my first step, I felt cool concrete under the soles of my feet. I kept following him into the darkness and when we got the bottom of the stairs, he hit a button that illuminated what appeared to be a basement. It was well decorated, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. What caught my attention was a cage—positioned in the middle of the room and standing open.
“While I am away, this cage will be your home.” He motioned to the imposing steel structure. You will remain in it until I return—as punishment for breaking one of my rules.”
“You can’t be serious…” I stared at the cage and shook my head. “I’m not going in there!”
“Yes, you are.” He nodded and walked over to the door. “Now.”
“Devlin, please…” I felt fear rising inside of me. “I’ll be a good girl—I’ll do what you want. Don’t lock me in a cage!”
“You’re going to be gone for days—I told you how lonely I am.” I took a step back.
Any contact is better than silence I’ve had at the Cabot Estate since my father was arrested and the workers left…
“The cage will unlock a couple of times each day, so you can use the bathroom. Your food will be delivered. Trust me, this cage is a lot better than the one your father is locked inside of right now.” He motioned to the cage again. “I believe a little time alone will allow you to see the world through his eyes—to understand why it’s so important that you obey me in order to secure his release.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I swallowed hard.
“No, princess.” He shook his head back and forth. “You don’t.”
I walked towards the cage with my heart beating hard in my chest. I didn’t want to be locked up—I didn’t want to be his prisoner. The reality was that I didn’t have a choice. I had to do exactly what the devil ordered me to do. It was too early for real defiance. If I was going to change the rules, I had to show him that I could follow them first. The cage was my only option—the only one he put in front of me. I took a deep breath and dropped to my knees as I got closer. I couldn’t enter it without crawling. The bars terrified me—the thought of being locked behind them terrified me more. The instant I was inside, the sound of the cage behind me echoed in my ears.
“When I return, your punishment will be over.” He looked down at me. “If you miss one of the timers, and do not get back in the cage before it locks, your punishment will be even more severe when I get back.”
“Yes, Master.” I looked up at him and clenched my jaw as I nodded.
Devlin left me without another word. When he got to the stai
rs, he looked back at me for a moment—then he turned out the lights. My world was nearly plunged into darkness and his footsteps echoed on the stairs. I saw his shoes against a sliver of light coming from the door at the top of the stairs, but then they disappeared. The door at the top of the stairs slammed and the last glimmer of light was extinguished. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. The darkness gave me one thing though—privacy. I could finally cry. I could finally sob. That’s exactly what I did too, feeling the tears run down my face and drip onto the floor underneath me.
I’m strong enough to endure this. I’m strong enough to endure anything if it means my father sees daylight again.
I pray that I will…
Sixteen
Devlin
Thoughts of Violet consumed me even when she wasn’t around.
I was supposed to be working, but every waking moment I had was spent thinking about her, obsessing about how I was going to make her mine. Violet Cabot was a dangerous addiction, and the worst part was, I had no intention of quitting her.
“Mr. Windsor?”
I looked up to find my secretary, Sally-Anne, standing between the glass doors of my office.
My eyes slid over her body, appreciating the pencil skirt that hugged her curves and the bow-adorned blouse that was just sheer enough to make her pink bra peek through the fabric.
“Yes?” I asked, looking away from her.
She didn’t hold my interest. Save for a certain spoiled little princess, no woman did.
“You have a visitor, Sir,” Sally-Anne managed, blushing fiercely as a tall, broad-shouldered figure pushed past her and into my office.
“That will be all, Sally-May,” he told her with a wicked grin, not even glancing at me but instead staring openly at my secretary. “My, you’re doing that outfit a favor. But it wouldn’t kill you to do something about that hair.”
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