by CY Jones
“That’s an unusual choice,” he replies.
“Good. I need to keep the arsehole on his toes.”
Grinning, he goes back behind his booth, and tilts his head towards the stage. Moving to take my place, the spot light shines directly on me as the lights around the club dim. When the music starts, I lose myself to the music, swaying to the beat as the melody consumes me. This time my wolf is with me to comfort me, and the nightmare of where we are isn’t so bad.
Atlas
I came just in time to make her performance. I’m relieved to see she is doing well, and just as radiant as before. Remy has a beauty time will never be able to fade, even if she isn’t solely human, and will never die. Her voice calls to me, leading me astray, and I want nothing more than to touch her, and feel her skin to see if it's as soft as it looks.
Tonight something is different about her. She’s still sporting a face of defiance, but she seems stronger, more confident in her skin. I can practically feel her power radiating off her, and I know the scales have been tipped. The nullify stones hold on her is weakening, and she’s one step closer to being free. Now, I just need to do my part, and buy her the time she needs. Soon she’ll be able to destroy O’Donnell herself, and we won’t have to worry about finding a solution to get that collar off.
“I see my daughter has caught ye eye again,” O’Donnell says, walking up to me.
“I’m just enjoying the view,” I answer nonchalantly.
“Have you given any more thought to my proposal?” he asks with a slight smirk on his face.
I really want to kill this man. Just grab him by his scrawny neck and choke the life out of him, but I’m smart enough to know it won’t be that easy. I can smell his angel close by, ready to attack if I even move the wrong way. I figured out why I can’t break into his mind, and make him perform to my every whim like a fine tuned sympathy. She’s shielding him. It makes me wonder, what would make one of heavens divine angels work for a man like him?
“I’m still giving it thought,” I answer, turning my full attention back to the monster in front of me.
“I will think quickly if I were ye. I’m not a patient man, and I do have other offers,” he replies as he walks off.
During my conversation with O’Donnell, Remy has started another song. She sings with just as much passion as before, but this time her gaze is focused solely on me. She’s singled me out, and I wonder if she knows who I am? Can she feel the same pull as I do as our power calls out to each other? So close, but she’s the forbidden fruit I cannot touch, at least not yet. Breaking her gaze, I seek out the bar for a stiff drink as my soul rebels against the lost connection.
Remy
He’s here. My fifth. I knew as soon as he entered the club when that old familiar pull wrapped itself around me and held me hostage to its need to unite us. I don’t know why the pull is so strong with him, way stronger than with the others. Maybe it’s because he’s the last one, or maybe it’s him in general. I do not know. My heart calls out to him, and once my eyes land on his golden gaze, I could not look away until he breaks the connection for us, disappearing in the crowd.
When the song is done, Hangman is waiting for me on the bottom of the steps.
“Your father wants to see you.”
“Stop calling him that,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
“Why? That’s what he is. He may not be blood, but he did raise you.”
“Yes, after he murdered my mother, and kidnapped me and my brother just so he could raise us to terminate anyone who gets in his way. Some father,” I mutter not bothering to disguise the disgust in my voice.
“Come on,” he orders, motioning for me to move.
“I don’t get it. Do you enjoy being O’Donnell’s lap dog or are you getting something out of this?” I question as I slowly take the steps, careful not to trip over the long train of my dress. When he doesn’t answer, I keep going. “You have to know my brother will never have anything to do with you, because of that unwavering loyalty you have to O’Donnell.”
“Shut your pothole. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he growls.
“Don’t I?” I ask, raising my brow. He’s beyond pissed, and I’m glad the mere mention of my brother gets under his skin so easily. Good, I’m performing him a service by educating him in the truth.
“The way I see it, you’re the one living in a fantasy world. One where you put that psychopath on a pedestal. When will the suffering he causes be enough for you to see just how much a sick fuck he is? Who has to die next?” I lecture.
“Nothing will ever be enough,” he answers, marching forward, and leaving me with no choice but to follow.
At O’Donnell’s booth sits a man that still haunts my nightmares. He looks the same except with a little less hair on his balding head. The suit he’s crammed into has his bulging belly straining at the seams, and his ice cold gaze is solely focused on me.
“Shadow, don’t you look lovely tonight,” he says, and I glare back, not bothering to answer.
“My father gave you a compliment, pet. It’s rude not to answer,” Blake replies from his end of the booth.Taking my gaze off the vile man I have imagined killing in over a million ways, I turn my attention to his son.
“Well, O’Donnell didn’t bother teaching me manners when the art of killing was much more important,” I reply, and Blake frowns at me like he’s disappointed by my answer.
“I will have to make sure to rectify that with all the other things we’ll be working on,” Blake says cryptically, eyeing my body predatorily. I can tell he wants me, but it’s not just that. He also wants to own and control me, and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Well fuck him. He’ll be disappointed soon enough, because I will not bend. I will not break. My wolf agrees inside me, and I find comfort in it.
“Come dance with me pet, while our fathers discuss business.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, and I already know this isn’t a request. Grabbing me roughly by the arm, he practically drags me to the dance floor. As if taking Blake on the dance floor with me as a cue, the DJ stops the upbeat song that was playing, and a slow one takes its place. Pulling me close to his body, Blake sways us to the music.
“I like this dress, pet. Too bad by the end of the night it’ll be in shreds on my bedroom floor,” he whispers close to my ear, so that I can hear him over the music.
“Wishful thinking, Blake,” I snarl with enough venom to kill a horse.
“There's no need to waste a wish with the facts. What do you think our fathers are discussing? It isn’t the weather, I can tell you that. My father is putting in an offer for you, and you will be mine to do as I please, and I plan on doing many things. I always get what I want, pet. Always.”
I glance over his shoulder, and his father and O'Donnell are indeed in an intense discussion. All this time I’ve been so focused on Silas’s family and O’Donnell that I forgot to keep tabs on the rest of the players. I was so sure Atlas will be the one to buy me that I took my focus off the Senator and his son. It’s a mistake I will pay dearly for if this plays out the ways Blake wants.
“Don’t worry, pet. I will take good care of you,” he says nipping on my ear lobe while his hands travels down my body to my short skirt in the front. When his fingers touches bare skin he moves them under my skirt until he’s grips my arse.
“Ummm, I remember this ass. The way it jiggles when I’m pounding into you from behind. My favorite is the way your tight little hole puckers after being filled with my cum. My dick can’t wait to be reacquainted."
Clenching my teeth, I try to hold back my retort, but I quickly lose that battle when I tell him, “I rather fuck a porcupine raw than allow you inside me again.”
“Be careful what you wish for, pet. That can be arranged,” he responds unfazed.
Squeezing my arsecheeks harder, he pulls at my lace knickers until he rips them from my body, and brings them to his face taking a deep whiff, befor
e placing them in his suit jacket pocket. When the song stops he drags me back to the table where his father is waiting with a huge smile on his face. O’Donnell is nowhere to be seen, neither is Alice or Hangman. Did they really just leave me here?
“Everything all good?” Blake asks his father as his hold on my arm tightens.
“Yes, she’s yours through this weekend until O’Donnell and I go over a more permanent solution.”
“Good,” Blake replies. “I’m taking my new toy home. I’ll catch up with you later,” Blake tells his father as he turns his attention to me.
“I told you, pet. I always get what I want.” With that he pulls me to the exit, holding tight to me as we wait for his driver.
Seventeen
Prisoner
Remy
When the car pulls up to the curb, Blake opens the door himself, and pushes me inside onto the floorboards. When I try to take a seat, he pulls me back down with a frown.
“We should go over the rules. First rule. Naughty pets are not allowed on the furniture,” he says, giving me a stern look. “Secondly you will call me Master, third you will not bite, punch, or harm me in any way, or there will be consequences,” he lists as he fingers brushes over a small black box I recognise as the remote to my shock collar. My face pales knowing what that means. The sick fuck will shock me to high hell if I disobey him. I’m in a far more dangerous situation than I was with O’Donnell. At least O’Donnell kept his dick in Alice, and far away from me. “Fourthly, you will do as you’re told, when you’re told. If you’re good, you will be rewarded, but if you want to be bad, well you’re an intelligent woman. I don’t need to explain what will happen. The sooner you learn your place the better it will be on you,” he finishes.
“And what place is that?” I growl through clenched teeth.
“That you are mine. You were born to please me. Each and every hole of yours is here to entertain my dick in any way I see fit. You are my slave, pet, and if you prove that you can be tamed then you’ll be my wife.”
I stare at him like he’s crazy. He acts like it’s a prize to sign up for a lifetime of servitude to him, even if it comes with a diamond ring. I'd rather die first.
“Now, since we got the rules out the way, kneel in front of me and pull down your top,” he orders.
“No,” I growl, giving him a look of pure hate.
“Do I need to prove my point so quickly? Don’t make me use this, pet,” he says waving the control.
Biting down hard on my lip until I can taste blood, I kneel in front of him. Slowly, I reach up and pull the straps to my dress down until my tits pop free. In this dress I couldn’t wear a bra, so they’re fully exposed to Blake’s gaping gaze.
“Good girl, now play with those full, perky tits of yours."
Grinding down on my teeth harder, I give the arse another hateful stare. Submitting to this humiliation is going against everything I am. I want to defy him. Take one of my pointy heels and stab him in the neck with it, but I can’t with the threat of this stupid collar around my neck. Having no other choice, I do as he commands. My hands run over my breast, pulling and teasing as he watches. The bulge in his pants grows larger, and the heat in his gaze intensifies, making his pale skin flush.
“Open your legs wider, and pull your skirt up. I want your cunt exposed completely to me.”
I open my legs as far as I can, and fold the front of my skirt to my waist. My chest heaves from my heavy breathing, and I continue to play with my breast, tweaking my nipples harder for his enjoyment. I moan loudly, and can feel myself growing wet, my juices soaking the expensive carpet.
“So beautiful, pet. Play with that gorgeous cunt of yours, and show me how you like it,” he commands in a husky voice, filled with lust. He may be the one in control here, but I was having an effect on him.
Moving my hand down, I rub the pearl of my pussy around my piercing, and Blake unbuttons his pants, releasing his cock. It’s rather large, and thick like a coke bottle, and I wondered why he needs to buy pussy. It’s not like he’s revolting like his father. Blake is actually good looking, and has a nice body.
“Keep going, pet. I want to hear you come undone, and when you explode you’ll scream my name.”
He pumps his cock in front of me, and I intensify my efforts on my sex fucking myself deep with my fingers. The whole time I think about my men. About the pleasure they give me, and try to disappear from the nightmare unfolding in front of me. When I come it’s them I’m thinking about even if its Blake’s name on my lips.
“Good girl, now come closer, pet.”
I move my body until I’m directly in front of him. So close that I can feel the air from him feveriously pumping his cock. The thick head brushes my lips and he paints his precum on them. Growling, he comes coating my chin and tits with thick ropes of cum.
“Clean me,” he orders.
Covering his cock with my mouth, I lick him clean until he’s satisfied. When he folds his dick back into his pants, I go to pull the straps to my dress up when he stops me.
“Leave it,” he orders. "I like you dressed in my cum better.”
He ignores me the rest of the drive, and I sink into myself a little more. I did not want this to happen. After being free from O’Donnell, I’ve experienced real love, and I know I’m more than a whore to be used. Blake's mission is to humiliate me until I submit to him, but that will never happen. He can do his worst. I have my men to fight for. Silas' deadline is quickly approaching, and I need to keep my head and get the fuck out of here. I can’t sink into despair, and get lost in my misery. Or lose myself completely and become Blake’s pet.
When we arrive, one of Blake’s guards opens the door, and we both climb out. The guard is huge like a giant packed with muscle. He doesn’t even bat an eye at my exposed cum covered body like this shite happens all the time, and working for this fucked up family, it probably does.
“Take her to my room, and get her ready,” Blake orders the man before stalking off.
Nodding, the beefy guard grabs me roughly by the arm, and leads me away, escorting me to my doom. The house is huge, and we walk for a bit until we get to a mahogany door. The guard unlocks the door, and pushes me inside what I’m guessing is Blake’s room. Like the rest of this place it’s huge. Twice the size of my room at the tower. It’s traditionally decorated except for the custom made sex dungeon pieces he has spread throughout the room. A burgundy padded St. Andrews cross stands proudly at the end of his bed, a kneeling piller stock is near one of his windows where anyone walking by outside can easily see what’s going on. Under his enormous king size bed is a cage big enough to fit a person with a throw and pillow inside, and near another window is a padded discipline table, as well as chains and hooks strategically placed all over to bound a person in place.
Pulling a swiss army knife from his pocket, the guard cuts my dress from my body, and just tosses me one handed like I weigh nothing onto Blake’s bed. I try to fight back, but the man is insanely strong, and I quickly realise he’s a supernatural. Probably some kind of shifter. He positions me on all fours, and bounds my arms in front of me by hooks and chains hanging from the ceiling. Using a spreader bar, he forces my legs wide apart, and attaches the bar to my ankles. He’s position me like some prize pig completely open to Blake without any way to fight back. The chains are made from pure silver, and even with the extra strength from my wolf, I will not be able to break them.
Pleased with himself the arsehole squeezes my breast, and I growl baring my teeth.
Narrowing his eyes he says, “soon enough Master Blake will tire of you like he does all his pets, and you will belong to the guards. Let’s see how high and mighty you’ll be after fucking fifty centars a night. I’m sure your slutty ass won’t last long.”
Moving his hand to my nipple he pinches it hard, and I cry out which seems to satisfy the arsehole. Going to a drawer, he pulls a couple things out before coming back over to me. In horror I glance down at the set of ni
pple clamps, and the buttplug in his hand. Pinching my nipples again he attaches the clamps, and I scream from the pain. Using the thin delicate chain on the clamps he attaches it to my clit piercing pulling way harder than necessary. Now if I move too much, I will pull at the clamps causing more pain on myself. Moving behind me, he squirts something cold on my puckered hole, before working his thumb inside. He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust like my men would. Instead he forces his thumb in.
“Your ass opens up just nicely. I can’t wait to see how many cocks will fit in there when you belong to us,” he says crudely.
The pain is intense, and when he adds more fingers, I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. He’s making this painful on purpose, making me pay for my earlier defiance. I try struggling against the restraints, but it’s an useless effort. When he adds the plug he’s practically shoving it inside me.
“There now. Hang tight, Master Blake will be with you soon,” he chuckles at his pun as he leaves me in the room.
I don’t know how long I hang there, but soon I drift off with thoughts of my men. They will find me. I just have to be strong and survive this.
Atlas
“Where is she?” I growl at O’Donnell, and that big boob angel of his steps between us.
Placing a gentle hand on the bitch, O’Donnell pushes her away.
“I told ye I had other offers. I’m a businessman, and I don’t wait on anyone.”
“So you sold her to the Senator.”
“I did,” he replies shrugging, like selling his daughter to some sicko is no big deal. It probably isn’t to him, but you would think he could care just a bit.
“I hope The Agency decimates you. I think it’s about time I start making making myself known. I will use all my resources to ensure you’re destroyed, and your empire burns to the ground.”
