They seemed momentarily stunned, so I roared again, "And I mean now."
My tone made it clear I wasn’t messing around, and luckily for them, the men heeded the warning in my voice. Everyone gathered their bearings while I turned my attention back to Violet, gathering her in my arms as if she weighed nothing at all. I felt everyone's prying gazes on my princess as I carried her out of the room, and she hid her face in the crook of my arm, unwilling to return the others' attention.
I didn't say a word, just climbed the stars with my girl in my arms until I reached her bedroom. I took her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stripping off my shirt and pants, I got in next to her.
Violet's shivering naked body was covered in goosebumps, but once I got some warm water running over her skin, she relaxed visibly, clinging on to me for dear life.
Patiently, I washed away every trace of the evening, rubbing every inch of her skin. I was especially gentle with her pussy, my fingers just barely ghosting over the sensitive skin there and yet still making her gasp.
I washed her hair too, slathering it with shampoo and washing it out carefully to make sure all the suds were gone.
Once she was cleaned up, I wrapped her up in a thick fluffy robe and carried her to the bed. I set her shivering body down, pulling back the bedsheets. She climbed under them and pulled them up to her chin. Her eyes were heavy, and she was visibly tired.
Pressing another kiss against her cheek, I was ready to go when I felt her tug on my hand.
"Don't go," she whispered, her voice breaking over the two simple words. "Please, Devlin."
I looked down at her. I could have punished her for not using the proper name for me, but I didn't have it in my heart. She'd been through enough for one night.
"You want me to sleep with you, princess?" I asked her softly, and she didn't hesitate for a second before nodding. "Okay."
I was still in my boxers soaked from the shower, and I stripped them off, leaving my still-hard cock exposed. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, but she didn't seem to regret her decision as I climbed in the bed with her. She even nestled close to me, holding on to me as if I was going to slip away while she was sleeping.
Violet was asleep in seconds, but I lay awake for a long time, wondering just how much of an impact my little princess already had on me.
Nineteen
Violet
The next day
I woke up alone in Devlin’s bed. I remembered how I got there. I remembered what happened the night before. Thinking about what I was forced to do—and who I did it in front of—made my blood run cold against my skin. Even the warm blanket wasn’t enough to keep the chill at bay. I felt dirty—absolutely filthy. I needed a bath, even though Devlin had showered with me the night before. I crawled out of bed, found the fluffy robe from the night before, and slid it on before I ran down the hallway towards my room. Putting on clothes hardly seemed worth it when Devlin paraded me through the house without them at his whim, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the room without something wrapped around my naked body.
I can’t believe he did that to me—I can’t believe he forced me to engage in something that should have been so personal in front of other people. Not just any people—men I knew—men that did business with my father—even a guy that I went on a date with once…
I got to my room and immediately ran a bath. I didn’t care if Devlin could see me bathe, I just wanted to wash the filth away. I started scrubbing, and when that didn’t make the unclean feeling go away, I scrubbed harder. I scrubbed until parts of my skin were red and started to hurt. I wished I could block out the events of the previous evening—erased the leering eyes that watched me on my knees—attentive faces that seemed shocked when they heard me call Devlin Windsor my Master. I had disgraced the Cabot name—shamed my father—and I would never be able to forgive myself. That wasn’t what made it so hard to forgive myself though. What truly hurt—the part that made me feel like I was the vilest human being on earth—was that it turned me on.
I’ll never admit that to anyone—much less the man who made me call him Master.
I still wanted the bastard—still desired the devil. No amount of hate that I tried to muster, or wretchedness that poured from his lips, could make my body stop craving him. Even when I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth—all I could think about was how it would feel inside me. I had to fight against that. When we were in bed together after the ordeal was over, I still craved more, even though my body had been taken to the limit. I just wanted him to roll over—to pin me to the bed and take what I knew he wanted. I had to stay focused on my task—the reason I got down on my knees to begin with. Devlin Windsor was means to an end—a way to restore my family name. The things I did might have tainted me, but my father could recover from it. I just had to make sure Devlin kept up his part of the bargain.
Last night better have been about more than laying the foundation for what Devlin needs. That better have laid the last brick. I need proof that he’s going to help me—otherwise, I’m just the devil’s toy. If those men can use their influence to free my father, I expect results. I’ve given too much of myself to still have doubts about Devlin’s intentions.
Devlin could have taken my innocence in front of all those men, but he didn’t. The one thing he said he wanted—he still hadn’t claimed. I wondered if he had further humiliation in mind for me—agony that transcended the humiliation I went through in front of my father’s business associates. I was afraid to find out, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to keep putting one foot in front of the other, keep calling him Master, and find a way to demand results without drawing the devil’s wrath. I didn’t want to end up in the cage again, no matter what.
I finished up my bath and toweled off before returning to the bedroom. I was surprised to see a box lying on the bed. I didn’t hear anyone come in. In the center of the box was a black envelope, and I stared at it for a moment before pulling out the crimson inked note. I flipped over and the card immediately fell out of my hands when I read it, because it made my whole body tremble.
Tonight we will have another night that you never forget, and I will take your innocence before sunrise. -Devlin
“Fuck.” I stared at the note and felt my jaw tighten.
That was it. There was no wondering—no more questioning. It wasn’t a vague riddle or a romantic gesture. When I left my room the previous evening and saw the flower petals, I thought he was going to make it special. I no longer believed the moment he claimed my body would be special. I wasn’t going to be tricked into trusting him again. The part of me that wanted him tried to push excitement through my veins, but I fought against the feeling. I was going to bed with the devil, and he could take what was promised, but it was going to be under my terms—and he was going to answer some fucking questions first.
* * *
“Ah, you’re on time for dinner tonight.” Devlin looked up at me and smiled as I entered the room. “Have a seat.”
“I got your note.” I sat down and stared at him. “Last night wasn’t enough for you?”
“Last night wasn’t about me.” He scoffed and shook his head. “Last night was about sending a message and gaining influence.”
“What was that message exactly? Did you want all of my business associates to see that you had turned Hugo Cabot’s daughter into your whore?” My words snapped off my tongue and my blood pressure rose with every syllable.
“I told you what it was about.” He picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. “Have a drink—it’ll help you calm down some.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down.” I narrowed my eyes. “You humiliated me last night!”
“It doesn’t matter. You are mine to do with as I wish—just like the contract says.” He nodded. “Drink your wine.”
“Did you get any closer to getting my father out of prison? Did your new influence pull the right strings?” I kept my eyes focused on him.
“We’ll discus
s that another time. This doesn’t happen overnight. Progress is what matters.” He nodded. “Tonight is about us though—a celebration of the moment you become mine in every way.”
“I signed a contract; you made promises. If you don’t hold up your end of the bargain, why should I hold up mine?” I tilted my head to the side.
“I’m tired of this.” He put down his glass. “Why can’t you just accept that I’m trying to help you?”
“Because I feel like I’m just part of some sick game after last night.” I shook my head back and forth. “I will not be going to bed with you tonight. You won’t have me until I am absolutely certain you’re going to help my father.”
“I really didn’t want to resort to this.” He sighed.
“Resort to what?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Punishing you—and I’m not talking about a cage this time.” His words snapped against his teeth and I saw rage forming on his face. “You’ve left me no choice. I will not be disrespected—questioned—challenged.”
Devlin’s expression grew dark. I saw something inside of him that I hadn’t seen before—a hint of what I was warned about before I ever accepted his invitation. He stood up from the table and closed the distance between us before I had a chance to react. His hand wrapped around my wrist and yanked me out of my chair. He was so much stronger than me—I couldn’t have gotten out of his grip if I tried—and I was too scared to try. He kicked my chair with his foot, sat down, and pulled me across his knee with a quick jerk.
“Now you’re going to get punished—and I’m not going to stop until I’m certain that you’ve learned your fucking lesson.” He growled as his hand grabbed the back of my dress.
“Wait!” I shook my head, but he ignored my plea.
He pulled on the fabric of my dress and then I heard the threads ripping. He didn’t tear it off of me completely, but he ripped enough of it for him to expose my panties. Piece of my dress landed on the floor beside me and then I felt his hand around my panties. They didn’t have enough threads to even put up a semblance of a fight. He ripped them straight off my hips until they were just hanging around his knee. I felt his hand on my ass—and a second later it came down with a stinging smack that echoed through the room.
“Devlin! Ow! It hurts!” I squealed and started to kick my feet as his hand bounced from one side of my ass to the other with quick, vicious slaps.
“That’s another thing—you bad little girl.” His hand squeezed my punished flesh. “I’ve told you to call me Master—you still don’t. That’s the only name I expect to hear from your lips when you address me!”
“Ouch! Master—please! I’m sorry!” I struggled in his grasp and threw a hand back to stop the next stinging slap from landing on my exposed ass.
“Move your hand.” His words were tense, but calmer than the rage I experienced moments before. “You will take your spanking. You’ve earned this punishment.”
“Master…” I whimpered, but I obeyed and removed my hand.
“I’ve resisted the urge to hurt you—because I’ve always cared about you, Violet. You’ve always had a place in my heart. I did the right thing. I followed my father’s orders—I stayed away because you were too fucking young!” His raged started to return.
“I did everything the right way—and even now, when your empire is dust and your family name isn’t worth the dirt on the fucking ground, you still act like I’m not worthy of touching your body.” His hand raised.
“Ow! Master please—I’m sorry!” My mouth opened and a sob echoed from my throat.
“Keeping saying you’re sorry—how about saying thank you? Is that too much for a Cabot to say? Are those words forbidden like the fruit between your legs?” His words came out in a growl. “This precious little cunt wouldn’t be so forbidden if it wasn’t for me. I’ve always protected you—always made sure nobody hurt you. When your prom date bought date rape drugs to put in your drink—I’m the one who made sure he didn’t get a chance to do it!”
“What?” My ass was burning, my thoughts were spinning out of control.
“Did I tell you? Did I soak in the glory and make you get down on your knees with gratitude—no! I stepped up and took you to prom—so you could have a good fucking night. Still you question me—ask if I’m trustworthy—question my fucking motives.” He growled again. “You’ve forced me to hurt you, and it’s been a long time coming—and guess what, princess. I like it.”
I realized in that instant that everything my Master had said since I walked into the Devil’s Manor was the truth. It took the pain to quell my uncertainty—to make me understand Devlin Windsor for the first time in my life. He got off on torment—I could feel his cock throbbing against me each time his hand came down. He had been holding back—and while I thought I was fighting the devil, he was the one fighting to keep the devil locked away. I deserved my punishment. I deserved to be spanked—I deserved more than that.
“I’m sorry Master. Thank you…” I forced the words across my lips as they trembled. “P-punish me.”
“Keep punishing me, Master.” My arms went limp, my body lost all will to even try to defend from what I deserved—I would lay across his lap until his hand broke skin if that was what he thought I had earned.
“No.” He pushed me off his knee and I tumbled to the ground. “You said what I wanted to hear.”
“I’m sorry—I truly am.” I turned on my knees and grabbed the hand that had struck me, kissing the knuckles as my tears continued to fall.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” He pulled his hand away like it had been bitten by a snake and pushed me back to the floor. “Things are going to be different now, Violet.”
“Please…” I looked up at him. “I want you…”
“You don’t get what you want. We’ll try this tomorrow, after you’ve had time to calm down.” His rage finally seemed to relax. “Princess.”
My ass was burning, and I couldn’t stop the tears. I thought Devlin was just going to leave me there when he walked away, but a couple of minutes later, he returned. He knelt beside me and squeezed lotion into his hand. I felt his hand on my ass and it cooled the burn. I rolled over onto my stomach and moaned when he started to gently caress my punished flesh. When his fingers came close to my pussy, I raised my hips, begging for his touch, but he didn’t give it to me. Once the burning was soothed, he scooped me up like he had the night before and took me to his room. I wanted more than just his arms around me, but that was all he got once he climbed into bed beside me.
I will be his tomorrow. I won’t resist him again.
Twenty
Devlin
The feeling of her sore ass beneath my fingertips haunted me. I woke up with the thought ingrained in my memory, and it seemed next to impossible to think of anything else but Violet’s tight, sweet body.
She slept peacefully next to me, her long dark hair fanned out on the pillow. Her scent was intoxicating, her lips parted in a way that made me want to force the head of my cock between them.
I traced the outline of her curves with my fingertips.
I wanted to hurt her.
The thought was sudden, surprising me with its ferociousness, demanding to give the dark voice inside my voice what it so desperately craved.
There was just something about Violet Cabot that brought out the worst in me… Something that made me want to make her submit, make her kneel, and most of all… make her obey.
“Violet,” I muttered. “Wake up, princess.”
Her eyes flew open and she yawned, stretching out on the bed like a kitten.
“I’m going to play with you,” I told her plainly.
“W-What?” She opened those gorgeous green eyes, staring up at me. “Now? But it’s still early. It’s only morning, Dev-Master.”
“I don’t care,” I ground out. “Come on, we’re going back to the playroom.”
I helped her out of bed and she hesitated before letting me pull her to t
he center of the room.
“Master, I’m naked,” she whispered.
“I don’t give a shit,” I responded. “After what happened, you shouldn’t care about your dignity, anyway. You’re not going shy on me now, are you, princess?”
“N-No, Master,” she mumbled.
“Come on,” I demanded. “Playroom. Now.”
I started walking, but she wouldn’t move. She just stood shivering in the center of the room.
“Violet,” I reminded her. “You need to follow my orders.”
“N-No,” she muttered.
My brows shot up. “No?”
“No,” she repeated, surer of herself this time. “I’m not going back in the cage.”
“Who said anything about the cage?” I asked. “You’re putting ideas in my head, princess.”
“I don’t want it,” she mumbled. “I’m not going.”
“No?” I asked, and she shook her head defiantly.
I advanced on her, arms forcefully wrapping around her body, lifting her up into my arms. She struggled against me, doing her best to get away, but I wouldn’t let her.
I carried her off, placing a hand over her mouth when she started screaming. She was going to be punished, hard. I was going to spank the last bit of her brattiness out of that tight little ass.
She struggled helplessly until we got in the playroom, and I pushed her into her cage.
She glared at me, eyes wide, bottom lip trembling. The streak of rebelliousness inside her was alive and well, eager to show itself to me, reveal just how much of a bad girl she really was.
Just as I was about to start picking the toys I’d use to make her submit, there was a knock on the playroom.
Violet glanced at the door just as I did, and I glared at her.
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