“You’ll find a new dress and some makeup in your room.” Belle walked out of one of the side rooms and motioned towards the stairs.
“Thank you.” I nodded and started walking again.
* * *
There wasn’t just one dress waiting for me when I got upstairs, but the one I was supposed to wear was already on the bed. The closet and all the drawers had been filled with clothes for me—expensive clothes. Some of them were better than the stuff I was forced to leave behind at Cabot Estate. I bathed myself, got dressed, and took extra care applying my makeup. I was fighting a war inside of myself—a part of me that wanted to defy Devlin, and a part of me that wanted to be absolutely perfect for him.
If I’m going to lose my virginity tonight, I should at least try to enjoy it. My body belongs to the devil until my father is free, and I know Devlin won’t lift a finger to make that happen until he’s claimed my innocence.
I finished getting ready and waited to be summoned. It was past dinner time, and I didn’t get anything to eat, so my stomach was starting to rumble—part of that was just nerves. I started thinking back to the time I had spent with Devlin when we were younger. I wanted the moment we were about to have so many times. I would have given myself to him if he just asked—he didn’t even have to ask. There were times when I wanted to throw myself at him—I did that once, at the ballet. That was the night I learned that he truly was the devil—and the last time I saw him before I was invited to The Devil’s Manor.
“Are you ready, Miss Violet—wow, he’s going to very pleased when he sees you. You look ravishing!” Belle’s jaw fell open when she pushed open my door.
“Yes.” I turned towards her and smiled. “I’m ready.”
“Follow the petals.” She pushed the door back and I saw flower petals on the floor—violets.
Oh my god.
I stepped out of the room and I was immediately overcome with emotion as I looked at the petals leading towards the staircase. I expected cruelty when he took my innocence, but I was getting something else. Romance? Perhaps the man I knew still lurked inside the devil he had become—the sweet Devlin who took me to prom. The one who took me for ice cream after my horrible date. Maybe I had just been too young then—just like he said.
I closed my heart to him—especially after he rejected me at the ballet. Did I close that door too soon?
I walked across the petals, smiling more with each step as I followed them down the stairs. They led to a large door that was closed. I was about to take my last step as a virgin—the end of my innocence. I saw a black envelope on the front of the door with my name on it, written in crimson ink. I pulled it free and turned it over in my hand as I removed the black paper inside of it.
Join me for a night that you will never forget —Devlin
I didn’t understand Devlin. He had been so cruel to me—punished me—humiliated me—and yet he was making our first night together romantic. I wasn’t sure how to find the balance between his dominance and the man I fell for when I was too young to make him mine. I mentally prepared myself to forgive him—and to call him Master. My time with him didn’t have to be awful. He was a controlling man, but I might find a way to look past that—especially if the man I fell for could be brought to the surface when I needed him. His dominance excited me when he wasn't cruel, so I didn’t want him to hide his nature. I had to find a way to embrace both sides of him, not just for my family’s sake, but for my own as well.
Okay, Devlin. I’m ready for a night that I’ll never forget.
I pulled open the door and walked into a dark room. I didn’t like the darkness. It reminded me of the cage—it reminded me of his cruelty. A white light came on in front of me, but it was just a single light—one that revealed him standing in the center of the room wearing a suit. He was so handsome, almost like an angel in that dim white light instead of the devil. I took a step towards him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hug him, kiss him—or both. The smile that had been put on my face by the petals got wider.
“Come to me, princess.” He extended his hand.
“Okay.” I nodded and started walking.
I’m really doing this.
Something was right. I realized it as soon as I took my next step. The lights started to raise all around us, almost like each step I took was controlling them. As the room illuminated, I realized that we weren’t alone—there were a lot of people in the room. All of them were standing in silence around the perimeter—and all of them were looking at me. I felt a lump rising up in my throat as the light got brighter and I started to recognize the faces.
Oh my god. These are my father’s business associates. There’s Mr. Hawthorne—and his son, Steven.
“Devlin, what is this?” My heart started to beat hard in my chest.
“It’s a night you’ll never forget.” He walked closer and took my hand. “This is my playroom and tonight, we’re going to play—hard.”
“No…” I shook my head back and forth as I tried to pull away. “I don’t want to do this—I know these people.”
“Yes.” He nodded and tightened his grip and pulled me so close that his ears were against my ear. “They’re going to enjoy watching you make me cum.”
“Why?” I felt tears in my eyes and my chest started to heave—I was about to start hyperventilating.
“Oh, Violet…” He lowered his voice so that I was the only one who could hear him. “Don’t you get it yet? Everything has a purpose.”
“Is the purpose of this to utterly humiliate me? Do you really need to prove yourself by putting me on my knees in front of people I know—to show them all how far I’ve fallen from grace?” I was hissing, but I didn’t raise my voice.
“These are powerful men, princess. They’re the kind of men that are lost without your father’s guidance—men that are an integral part of my plan to free him from prison.” He growled into my ear. “You remember how awful it is to be in a cage, don’t you?”
“Yes…” My voice started to shake.
“They need to see my strength, and yes, dear princess—they need to see Violet Cabot on her knees—they need motivation to use their influence to free your father.” He exhaled sharply. “Kneel—kneel and call me Master. Say it loud enough for everyone to hear you.”
“I hate you right now.” I muttered and tried to stop the tears that were trying to run down my face—tears that were going to ruin the makeup I had worked so hard to put on.
“It doesn’t matter if you hate me or love me.” He brushed away the first tear that fell. “You just have to do as you’re told.”
I thought I had fallen as far from grace as possible.
I was wrong.
I still had further to fall—and the first place I fell…
Was on my knees.
On my knees in front of the devil, with only one word on my lips.
“Master…” I spoke loud of for everyone in the room to hear me—and looked up at him with a stare that was cold as ice.
Eighteen
Devlin
Violet's eyes were burning as she locked her gaze with me. I smirked at her.
"Look at you, princess," I muttered, my hand absent-mindedly stroking her pretty face. "So quick to obey and drop to your knees. Do you still have any doubts about me? Or have you finally accepted that I own you?"
Her lips formed a thin line, but I ignored it. I knelt next to her while her eyes darted nervously around the room.
"Everyone's watching, princess," I muttered into the shell of her ear. "Now it's time to give them a show."
I reached between her legs, gently touching her inner thighs and making her mewl out loud.
"You can't fight it, can you?" I asked her. "You're trying so hard to be a good girl, but every instinct you have is fighting it. You just want to be good for me."
"I do," she whispered, and I tilted her head back with my free hand.
"Remember my name," I said firmly. "Say it, Violet. Say it properly."
She was shivering, shaking beneath my fingertips, and I could tell how scared she was.
"It's just us," I whispered in her ear, softly enough so she was the only person who could hear in the room full of men. "Pretend it's just us and everything will be alright, princess."
She nodded, a barely perceptible movement, then crawled closer to me. I kept my persistent touch on the inside of her thighs, and her legs parted for me, showing me her drenched pussy in a pair of barely-there sheer panties.
"Good girl," I muttered in approval. "Look at you, so fucking ready for me. You've barely been touched yet, Violet."
I stood up and she yelped at the loss of me, her arms wrapping around my knees in an effort to keep me closer.
"Don't go," she begged, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Please M-Master, stay."
Standing up, I let my thumb ghost over her lips and she opened her mouth hungrily.
On her knees, she was a different girl to the one I'd known my whole life. She was eager, desperate for more. Forgetting all about her innocence, she was more than eager to please me. It was something we were going to explore a lot in the coming years.
"Do you want something, princess?" I asked her, parting her lips. "Do you want something in here?"
"Yes," she managed to get out, lips wrapping around my thumb and sucking gently.
"You like having your mouth full, don't you," I groaned. "I'll give you what you want. Just this one time, Violet. Now be a good girl and strip for me."
Her eyes widened, begging me to change my mind, but I'd already decided. I wasn't going to make this too easy on her. She would kneel for me in front of all her father's friends, but it wasn't the only part of her lesson. And now, it was time for the hard part.
She stood up once she realized I wasn't going to change my mind. The nightgown came off first, a flimsy white thing with pink bows. She stood before me in nothing but those sheer white panties and white stockings with matching pink bows adorning the tops of her thighs. On her feet, she wore impossibly high pink Louboutins. So feminine, so innocent, yet so fucking corruptible. I couldn't fucking wait to give her what she so desperately wanted.
"Beautiful," I muttered, just as her gaze found the other men standing in the room.
It was quiet in the playroom. Those pricks were probably too busy toying with their dicks to make a sound. But I ignored them. All that mattered was my girl.
"Violet," I called her, and she returned my gaze. "Just you and me, remember."
She nodded, her hands finding her panties and slowly sliding them off her hips.
The gasps in the room were audible. It was tense in there, the air thick with the scent of her arousal.
She fucking loves this, I realized as she tossed her panties on the ground. Fucking loves being on display.
I decided to teach her a lesson then and there, and once she was naked for me, I forced her to her knees again, making her whimper out loud.
I reached for my zipper with one hand, touching the back of her head with my other hand.
"Open," I ordered, and her lips parted expectantly.
I brought out my cock, pressing the tip of it against her bottom lip.
Her reaction made me fucking hard as hell. The little hiss of air she let out when she saw my girth, her eyes admiring my length, the sliver of worry in her gaze once she realized I would never fit inside her tight virgin holes.
"Suck," I said simply, and she looked up at me before letting my cockhead slip into her mouth.
She moaned when she tasted me. I was dripping precum already, and I was done being patient.
I forced myself deeper into her mouth and she choked a little, but it only made me harder.
I held onto the hair at the nape of her neck, groaning as she took me deeper.
"Look at you, Violet," I muttered. "Everyone's fucking watching you take your first dick."
She glanced at the men around us, hands on their bulging cocks, all eyes on my girl. They all wanted her. Too bad they'd never get a single goddamn touch.
Something changed in her head when she saw them looking at her. A devilish expression came over her, and she kept her eyes trained on one of the men as she sucked my cock. Her hand came up, fingers wrapping around my girth as she fed herself my cock.
I groaned out loud, my fingers wrapping in her hair harder. I followed the line of her vision and realized she was looking at Steven Hawthorne, a smile playing on her lips as she sucked my cock.
The little whore was playing me, enjoying this more than she should be.
I growled out loud and pulled out of her mouth with a loud pop.
"Enjoying yourself, are you, princess?" I ground out, grabbing her by the neck.
"No, Master," she whispered, falling back on her arms and exposing her porcelain-skinned body to my eyes. "I'm sorry."
"You will be," I warned her. "Sit on that ass, princess. Part your legs."
She did as she was told, giving me a beautiful view of her tight cunt.
"You have such a pretty pussy, princess," I told her. "Why don't we let everyone see?"
She glanced at the men, whispering, "P-Please, I don't w-want to."
"You seemed more than eager a moment ago," I told her. "Now fucking turn so they can all see what my pretty cunt looks like."
She begged me to stop silently, but I wasn't going to change my mind. Finally, she turned around, opening her trembling legs to the sound of collective groaning from the men in the room.
"Like what you see, gentlemen?" I asked them with a wicked grin while I retrieved a toy from a wooden chest. "Look at that pretty little pussy. She's never had a dick in her, did you know that?"
"Fuck her," Steven spoke up, and my eyes connected with his. "Just fuck her."
"You don't tell me what the fuck to do," I ground out. "Now I'd appreciate if you kept your mouth shut unless you want to get thrown the hell out of my playroom."
He shut up, his eyes devouring Violet on the ground. She closed her eyes tightly.
"Open them," I murmured in her ear. "Look at them."
She followed directions as I pressed a vibrating wand against her pussy, making her gasp out loud.
"Oh, princess," I said with mock worry. "It's not even turned on yet. What are you going to do when I do this?"
I turned it on to the lowest setting and she mewled out loud. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers, exposing her pink cunt to the men she'd known her whole life.
"Now let's see how many times you can get off with it like this," I said, and she looked up at me, eyes hazy with the need to come.
It didn't take long for her to start grinding against the wand. She was so desperate to come, like she'd been starved of the pleasure her entire life. I coaxed her gently until she was ready, grabbing onto my suit and begging to be allowed.
"What a good girl, asking for permission," I told her. "You're allowed, Violet. Come for your Master. Come for me, princess."
She came apart in front of me, whispers and moans flowing from her lips freely as she came on the wand, covering the toy in her creamy juices.
"Thank you, M-Master," she whispered a moment later, her eyes hooded with pleasure.
"Oh, you're not done yet, princess," I laughed at her. "You'd better keep fucking coming. And beg, if you want a higher setting."
She whimpered, and I continued my assault on her cunt until another orgasm ripped through her, making her scream my name.
"Master!" I growled at her. "It's Master to you, Violet."
I put the toy on a higher setting. She couldn't stop herself as another orgasm wracked her body, followed by a fourth one in mere seconds.
I kept toying with her until her back hit the floor, her legs spasming, her pussy leaking all over the floor.
"You're a mess, Violet," I told her. "A fucking mess."
Her chest rose and fell quickly. For a moment, I'd managed to forget all about
the other men in the room. But they were there... and suddenly, I didn't want them around. I want my girl all to myself.
I leaned down, my lips lingering only a few inches away from hers.
"Have you had enough, princess?" I whispered.
She whimpered, her mouth opening and closing to please me, even when she didn't know the right answer.
"You can be honest," I went on. "You can tell me what you want, Violet. If you want it to be over, I'll make it stop here and now. Is that what you want, princess?"
Still without a reply from her, I placed my palm on her cheek and she leaned against my touch, gasping for air as I guided her lips to mine. I gave her a sweet, almost chaste kiss that seemed to surprise her. She was grateful to return it though, melting into my embrace in front of all those people watching and letting me have her for myself.
I pulled back, stroking her cheek and tucking a stray strand of her hair behind the shell of her ear.
"I'm only going to ask one more time," I warned her. "Then I'm going to decide for you. Have you had enough, princess?"
She nodded, letting out something between a hiccup and a sob as she looked at me, desperation in her eyes.
"I need your words, Violet," I reminded her. "And address me properly, the way you should."
"Yes, Master," she whispered. "I've h-had enough. Please, n-no more."
"Okay," I whispered, pressing a kiss against her forehead and straightening up.
She hugged my legs, little helpless whimpers wracking her body as she held on to me, like I was her lifeline.
"I think we've all had enough excitement for one night, folks," I told the gathered men.
Groans and disappointed sighs filled the room, but when I raised my hand in the air, they all shut up.
"You were lucky to be able to see this tonight," I reminded them. "So be fucking grateful and get the hell out of my house."
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