“Get in.” Reynard motioned to a bathtub that had already been prepared.
Yes Master. I nodded and did as instructed.
Warm water was another thing I took for granted, especially being able to submerge myself in a tub of it. Reynard grabbed a brush and started washing me as soon as I was in the suds, removing the nipple clamps as he went. The brush scraped across flesh that had been punished—flesh that was beginning to heal. I knew that it was just going to be punished again when the time came—but I was too consumed with comfort to think about that. I suppressed a moan when he traded the brush for a sponge and started washing my pussy—I was afraid to utter a sound, even though his touch made my body beg for more. I would be getting more once the bath was done. I would just have to be patient until then. After I was clean, he let the water drain and rinsed me off. I felt truly clean for the first time since I was put in the cage—even cleaner than I did after the sponge bath Mauro was kind enough to let me have.
“Dry yourself off.” Reynard tossed a towel at me as I stood up in the tub.
I dried myself off and Reynard closed the bathroom door. I saw something that I hadn’t noticed before—a wedding dress. My thoughts started to race. There was only one fantasy that involved a wedding dress—one that belonged to a man who claimed he married a woman that was not what she promised to be. His fantasy—was innocence. A fitting one, considering that mine was going to be taken by Reynard. It wasn’t the fantasy that gave me the ammunition against him, it was all the awful things he said about the woman he married—a woman that promised him she had never been touched until he learned it was a lie on their wedding night. That was what I was going to have to become—and it wasn’t going to be a lie when Reynard took me to bed as his virgin bride.
Reynard helped me put on the dress, and as much as I hated to admit it, I looked beautiful in the mirror. Radiant even, once I applied the makeup and started fixing my hair. Reynard walked behind me, and I caught a glimpse of us standing together—like a picture that would have been on a wall somewhere in a happy home. The beginning of something special—except my lipstick was smeared around a ball gag. I remembered what the man wanted to do to his virgin bride—he wanted more than her innocence—he wanted her to feel the agony of being taken for the first time—because that’s what turned him on.
“Come.” Reynard extended his hand instead of grabbing me by the hair for once.
My heart started to beat hard in my chest as he led me down the hallway to his bedroom. I was taking my last steps as a virgin. They didn’t feel any different than normal footsteps, but I felt like they should have. He opened the bedroom door and then his hands were behind my knees. He lifted me up so fast that I had to grab onto his neck to keep from falling out of his arms. He carried me to the bed, a large one that was soft when I landed on it. He took a step back and started to undress.
How can a man so cruel be so damn attractive?
There was a desire burning in his eyes. I might have been living out a fantasy I promised to another, but I had no doubt in my mind that Reynard was going to enjoy what he was going to do to me. He threw off his suit jacket, removed his tie, and started unbuttoning his shirt. I saw scars—some that were covered in tattoos. They looked like marks that had been left on his flesh intentionally, but they looked old—like he had gotten them when he was a boy and they had grown with him. I wondered if those scars had made him into the man he was—someone had definitely hurt him at some point, and the pain was brutal enough to for him to wear the marks forever.
Reynard dropped his pants, then his boxers—and his cock was already engorged. He looked like a tattooed beast and the desire turned to hunger as he approached the bed. He grabbed my leg as he crawled onto the mattress and his hand immediately went under my dress. I felt his fingers dig into my panties as he sank between my thighs—then they were ripped away. The head of his cock was against the entrance of my pussy immediately. My heart beat harder—my pulse raced—then there was agony as he started to push his way inside me. I didn’t even have time to think about what was happening before I felt my hymen rip.
“You belong to me now.” He leaned forward and growled into my ear. “And I’m going to enjoy destroying you.”
He went deeper, stretching my pussy around his girth. The pain was immediate, and the spot where my hymen once stood burned when it was stretched around his enormous cock. He wasn’t gentle. He drove his length into me before I had a chance to adjust. The only thing that resisted him was my tightness because my pussy was already wet. I had thought about having him inside me so many times. I knew it would hurt. I knew the pain was be something he savored. I wasn’t wrong. I felt him throb when the agony swept across my face—then he went deeper. His hips started to move—up and down between my thighs as he impaled me on his length—with no regard for my comfort as the inches were driven into my pussy.
“You saved yourself for this moment.” He growled again. “For me.”
I wasn’t sure if I was hearing Reynard’s words or the fantasy, he was making me live out in order to pay my debt, but they sounded real—so real that they teased my thoughts. He started to thrust harder and I found my thoughts being consumed by the moment. I didn’t love Reynard—I didn’t even like him much—but my body craved him. Even his brutality was like a tease because I wanted him to keep driving his cock into me until he erupted inside my pussy. My body couldn’t hide my desires. My pussy kept getting wetter, even when it hurt to have his length driven as deep as it would go.
I suppressed my moans. The gag made it impossible to speak, but it didn’t keep me from wanting to cry out. The longer he fucked me, the better it felt. The pain began to fade. My g-spot was teased for the first time and it felt magnificent. I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying it. The part of me that craved Reynard forced me to put my arms around him, to trace his scars while he hammered his length into my pussy. His thrusts started to get faster and he growled into my ear. The pleasure swept through my body. The need to orgasm was rising—the pressure inside of me was getting more intense by the second. I was struggling to breathe against the gag. My breathing was getting faster and slobber was coating it.
“Do you want me to remove the gag?” He grabbed it and pushed the ball behind my teeth.
Yes! I tried to remain silent, but my eyes begged, and I nodded as fast as I could.
“You may moan.” He unfastened it and tossed it to the side.
Even that felt like a slice of heaven that I thought would be denied. I moaned and purred his ear. His weight came crashing down faster—harder—sending me spiraling towards the edge of bliss. The pain was gone, and it was nothing but pure pleasure flooding my veins. I felt him throbbing inside me and I knew he was close. His hand grabbed the front of my wedding dress. He tore it open and then pulled down my bra until my breasts were exposed. They were tender from the clamps, but it felt so good to have his fingers on them—they formed hard nubs against this touch. My moans got louder—each one bringing me closer to the orgasm that was building inside me.
“Do you want to scream when you come?” He pinned my arms to the bed and glared at me as his hips continued to slam into my body.
I nodded—almost speaking but biting my tongue.
“Granted.” He snarled and then he started to unleash fury in every thrust.
The pressure built to the point of no return and I felt him begin to pulsate inside me. A few thrusts landed that were directly against my g-spot and then he started to come. That was all I could take. My back arched on the bed, pushing against his weight, and I felt a scream rush across my lips. My orgasm was so powerful that I saw stars for a moment before I fell back against the mattress. He drove his cock deep and erupted, shooting hot cum inside my pussy as I exploded in bliss. He might have been a cruel man, but he took me to a level of pleasure I never imagined. My body was consumed by my lust until the orgasm faded and the afterglow swept over me. I stared up into his eyes—an intense stare looking back at me.
“Did you enjoy that?” His eyes narrowed.
I nodded, afraid to speak.
“Good.” I felt his hands tighten on my wrists and then I felt something wrap around them—leather. “I will let you sleep in my bed, but I don’t trust you enough to make it comfortable—I’m going to fuck you so many times before the sun comes up that you’ll wish you could beg me to stop.”
Reynard tied my hands and feet to the bed but left enough give in the restraints on my ankles that he could spread my legs if he wanted—and he did. I sank into the afterglow of my orgasm, but as soon as my eyes closed, he was on top of me again. He started fucking me with the same unbridled rage that I felt the first time he was inside me. That was the second time he made me come, but it wasn’t the last orgasm I got that night. Every time I felt sleep coming, he was ready to use my body again. He tore at my dress and by the time he had devoured me three times, it was nothing but tatters on the sheets.
But no matter how many times he came for me—I never once wished I could make him stop.
Mauro
The next day
“Mr. Jackson.” Abigail came running into my office in a panic. “Josef Weber is downstairs—should I have security throw him out?”
Fuck.
“No. Is Reynard here?” I stood up behind my desk.
“He’s not.” She shook her head back and forth. “I guess he’s going to be late today.”
What else is new.
“Okay, send Mr. Weber in once he’s upstairs.” I sat back down and sighed.
Ignoring Josef Weber wasn’t going to work. I should have known that. It wasn’t the first time had come to see me, but I knew his tone would be different than it was the last time he showed up at Jackson Investments. He was oozing with confidence then—let me know that he was going to keep sending proposals until the company belonged to him. He didn’t think we would fight back—probably because I hadn’t lifted a finger to try since he started making his moves against the company. Instead of lifting a finger, I poked the bear. A very angry bear that I was going to have to confront on my own since Reynard was probably too busy playing with his toy to come into the office at a decent hour.
“Jackson—what the fuck!” He stormed into my office and Abigail barely got the door closed before his wrath came at me. “We had an agreement!”
“We had no agreement.” I looked up at him and tried to remain calm—it wouldn’t help if we were both shouting.
“Yes, we did.” He narrowed his eyes and snarled at me. “Wyatt and I had an understanding.”
Wyatt? I don’t remember Wyatt mentioning any sort of—agreement.
“It must not have been a very good agreement—nor one that was in our favor if you started taking our clients before his body was cold.” I balled my fists but kept my anger in check.
“You don’t even understand the hell you just unleashed.” He shook his head back and forth. “I’m here to make you one final offer—a lot less than the last proposal I sent. Either you take it right now, or I’ll break my promise to Wyatt—and you won’t like what happens.”
“That sounds like a threat.” I leaned back in my chair. “Are you sure you even have enough clients left to make a move against me—I hear the Los Angeles market is becoming less than favorable for Weber Acquisitions.”
“I don’t need clients to make a move against you.” A smile slowly spread across his face. “I just need one thing—one thing that I’ve had since the beginning.”
“What’s that?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Sign the proposal I send over, or else you’re going to find out.” He walked over and pressed his knuckles to my desk, getting so close that I could have snapped his head off without trying.
“Sounds like an empty threat—if you won’t even tell me what it is.” I folded my arms across my chest—mostly to control myself and not lash out like I wanted. “Desperation doesn’t look good on you.”
“You arrogant prick.” He pushed back and snarled. “Fine, have it your way. When you watch your empire crumble, I want you to remember this moment—the moment I offered you a way out.”
“I think you’re the one that needs to take the way out—the one right behind you.” I motioned, barely able to control my anger.
“The next time you see me, you’ll be looking at me from this side of that desk—if I don’t have the whole fucking building demolished.” He grunted and exited my office with the same fury as he entered.
Josef Weber generally isn’t the kind of guy to make idle threats. I need to figure out what the fuck has him so confident.
* * *
Two hours later
“Where the fuck have you been?” I barged into Reynard’s house as soon as he opened the door. “I’ve been calling you all morning.”
“Sorry, I’ve been—preoccupied.” He chuckled and took a step back. “What’s going on?”
“Josef Weber.” I turned to face him when he closed the door. “That’s what’s going on. He came to see me.”
“Did he bow his head in submission?” Reynard walked over and took a seat on his couch.
“No! He threatened me.” I shook my head back and forth. “We missed something—there’s no way he’s bluffing.”
“Maybe bluffs are all he has left.” Reynard shrugged. “We’ve decimated his business at this point. Even if it stretched us a little thin, we’ve got the capital to cover it.”
“Something doesn’t feel right—it’s in my gut.” I shook my head angrily. “I just don’t think we’ve got the full picture. He mentioned an arrangement with Wyatt—did you know anything about that?”
“No.” Reynard blinked in surprise. “I know Wyatt dealt with Josef Weber regularly in Chicago, but there was no arrangement that I’m aware of.”
“I think we need to look closer at the Chicago branch. Abigail is pulling the data right now.” I growled under my breath.
“Let me go dig through that shit. You look like you need a drink anyway.” Reynard stood to his feet. “Stay here—enjoy yourself—maybe play with my toy?”
I didn’t really have any interest in the girl in the cage, but I definitely needed a drink. I fixed one while Reynard got ready to go into the office. I was so angry that I wasn’t sure I would find anything helpful in a stack of papers—I wasn’t sure Reynard could find anything either, but he was the one that started the mess with Josef Weber, so he could be the one to fix it—fuck if I knew what he could be getting at with his threat. I definitely didn’t think it was a bluff—that was for damn sure.
“Alright, I’ll call you if I find anything.” Reynard walked back into the living room and slid on his jacket.
“Okay.” I sat down on the couch and sighed.
Once Reynard left, I looked around the living room. It was hard to believe Reynard’s house was the same one I grew up in. It was almost gutted by his renovations. I moved out as soon as I could, but Reynard stayed—stayed until our father died, and then he erased every bit of the man who raised us. I couldn’t blame Reynard for that. Our father was a vicious man, and Reynard got the worst of it. Dad never stopped blaming Reynard for our mother’s death, even though Reynard wasn’t directly responsible—unless being born was a crime.
Maybe I should have done more—maybe he wouldn’t have become the kind of guy to put a woman in a cage if I hadn’t been so consumed with learning the business when he was surviving our father’s rage.
I walked over to the screen that showed Lizzy in her cage. It had been so long since a woman had graced my bed that the sight of her naked body made my cock take notice—especially since I knew I could have her. Reynard rarely shared his toys, and even when he offered, I never took him up on it. Something about Josef Weber’s visit though—the emotions I fought to control—they were making the beast want to come out and play. I looked at the stack of papers next to the monitor. Reynard had been through them so many times that they were starting to wrinkle.
All of these
promises. She’ll have to make good on all of them before he lets her go—if he does. I really don’t know what will happen when the last one is finally fulfilled.
I picked up the stack and started shuffling through them. I was surprised by some of the fantasies the guys had cooked up. I considered myself dominant, but they had creative imaginations. Towards the middle of the stack, I found one that caught my eye. I read through the chat logs from Lizzy’s discussion with a guy named Paul and found myself mesmerized for a moment. He might as well have been typing out some of my darkest thoughts—things that turned me on—things that I had rarely shared, even with the submissive women who shared my bed. I stared at the piece of paper for a moment, then looked at the screen.
I could have this—with her. She’s going to have to do it eventually anyway, and I’m not sure Reynard will enjoy this nearly as much as I would.
My cock throbbed in my pants. I never thought I would consider using Lizzy as my toy. The beast was just pushing at my seams. It wanted her the same way Reynard did. It demanded her—and I wasn’t sure I could fight the desire. I turned off the camera on her cage. I wasn’t going to let Reynard see me play with his toy, even if he had enough time to look while he was at the office. The reality was—she was as much mine as she was his. We both took her—she signed a contract that included me, even if I wasn’t originally planning to take part in what he was doing to make her fulfill her promises.
I guess I can give into my darkness—just once. I’m not sure I would ever go this far with someone else, even if they wanted it.
I walked down the hall to Reynard’s playroom—ironically enough, it was the room that was once our father’s bedroom. I knew Reynard didn’t choose that room by happenstance. If our father’s ghost still roamed the earth, then he was doomed to watch others suffer at Reynard’s hands. I found what I was looking for and walked to the room where Lizzy was caged. The turmoil surged inside me as I clutched the piece of paper with her promise in my hand.
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