Vicious King: A Dark Captive Romance (Dark Dynasty Book 2)

by Stella Hart

  Just a few hours ago I would’ve welcomed a shower. But not this one. The water was freezing, making my nipples ache painfully, and Elias was roughly holding a few strands of my hair, forcing my head back so that the full blast of the shower hit me right in the face before streaming over the rest of my hair. I felt like I was going to drown, right here in the cubicle.

  Elias finally let go, and I coughed and spluttered as I cowered away from him. The blood that had dried in my hair yesterday was now circling the drain.

  He pointed to a few bottles along the side of the shower. “Wash yourself properly,” he ordered.

  I did as he said with trembling hands, quickly lathering my hair with shampoo just in case any bloody remnants were left in the strands. Then I rubbed myself down with a sweet-scented shower gel.

  When I was fresh and clean, Elias turned the shower off. He had a towel in his hand now, but he didn’t offer it to me. I stood before him, teeth chattering, waiting for him to speak.

  After two full minutes of this painfully confusing experience, I realized what was happening. He wanted me to ask him for the towel. Or beg.

  “Please, may I have the towel?” I mumbled.

  “Ask me properly,” he said stiffly.

  I faltered for a moment. My thoughts and feelings were still at war with each other: one major part of me broken-down and beaten, telling me it was pointless to fight back now that I knew there was no escape, and the other tiny little part of me still trying to cling to my old identity with all its hatred of the man before me.

  I knew he didn’t deserve my submission, and he knew he wasn’t my true ‘master’. He knew I didn’t sell myself to this place. He knew all along, and he mocked me the entire time; made me believe he could be a lifeline for me.

  In a way, he was still a lifeline, but not in the way he led me to believe all those weeks ago. He was the only one who could decide my fate, but he wouldn’t be lenient with me or help me get out of here because he cared for me in any way, like I originally hoped for when he told me he didn’t know I was here against my will. No, that was all a lie, and he would choose whether to be lenient with me entirely at his own whim, probably based on nothing more than how much I pleased him.

  In the end, that meant I had to submit. Go along with whatever he said, just to keep myself alive.

  “Please, Master, may I have the towel?” I said softly, my shoulders slumping with defeat.

  He handed it to me. “When you’re dry, I want you to blow-dry your hair and put on some makeup. You look like you’re half-dead.”

  I am half-dead, I thought drearily. This wasn’t a proper life, after all. I was nothing but a slave with no chance of escape. A ghost going through the daily motions until I was finally allowed to move on to the afterlife.

  Maybe I should’ve just jumped off that awful gray cliff yesterday.

  But it was too late for that now.

  I did as Elias said and dried my hair before applying some foundation, blush, eyeliner and shadow. Mellie had taught me a few tricks when she’d done my makeup in the past, so I knew a way to make my eyes seem less puffy and more awake using white eyeliner along the waterline and brown eyeshadow on the bottom eyelid. I momentarily hoped that it would make me look a bit more wide-eyed and innocent to Elias so that he might go easier on me, but I quickly realized that was just more wishful thinking.

  He hated me, and he would always treat me accordingly.

  When I was done, he led me out of the bathroom and up to the second floor. I was still naked, but I’d stopped caring about anyone seeing me like this a long time ago. Being in this place stripped me of those mortified feelings and replaced them with another type of shame and humiliation.

  “When we get to the Lodge, you’ll have a collar,” Elias said as he strode down the hallway ahead of me. He turned his head over his shoulder a second later, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll be able to lead you around on a leash or a chain. Something to look forward to.”

  I lowered my eyes to the parquet floor. The way I was treated here was bad enough, but when I got to the Lodge, I would be considered as nothing more than an animal. Collared, leashed, chained. No longer a person.

  As we stepped down the hall, I heard moans and grunts coming from behind the doors, interspersed with the occasional scream, clank of a chain or crack of a whip. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the horrible sounds. There was nothing I could do about it. All the other girls here were in the same situation as me: trapped on a distant island with no means of escape and forced to submit.

  A few minutes later, I was led into a room with light gray wallpaper patterned with black damask. There was a bed on one side, covered in a dark brocade duvet with matching pillows and cushions tucked neatly under the bedhead. On the other side of the room there was a long French-style sofa with pale blue tufted fabric and golden lining. A coffee table sat in front of it.

  Elias locked the door behind me, then strode over to the coffee table and picked something up. I had no idea what it was, but it looked a little bit like a plastic hair clip or clothespin. I noticed there was another identical one sitting on the table. Next to that, there was some sort of device that looked like an old iPod.

  “Come here,” Elias commanded, raising a hand to motion me over.

  I did as he said, quickly and quietly.

  “Know what this is?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No, Master,” I murmured.

  “It’s an electrically-stimulated nipple clamp. It’ll feel good for you, but only if you tell the truth. Unfortunately, we all know what a terrible problem you have with that.”

  My stomach dropped. When Elias played with my nipples in the past, it felt good, but he’d never done anything too severe. The thought of having something clamping down on them made me want to shrivel up. I could almost feel some sort of pre-emptive aching in my breasts.

  Elias picked up the other clip and held them both out to me. “What do you say, Doll?”

  I quickly figured out what he wanted to hear. I closed my eyes for a second, then looked up at him. “Please put them on me, Master.”

  “Of course.”

  I wondered how many people would count this as consensual. Sure, I asked him to do it, but it was clearly under duress. Then again, I knew there were a lot of people in this world who would still blame me and say I asked for it, and therefore I deserved it.

  Honestly, I probably did deserve it, considering the fact I nearly murdered a guy less than twenty-four hours ago. The same old chant abruptly started up in my head again.

  Guilty, guilty, guilty.

  Shame, shame, shame.

  I whimpered when Elias attached the clamps to my nipples, squeezing my eyes shut as an intense pinching sensation assaulted my nerve endings. It quickly died down to a dull pressure and within a minute or so, it actually felt nice.

  Really nice.

  I let out a low moan of bliss. “Mm….” I assumed I was brought here for punishment, but this wasn’t so bad at all. Maybe it would even feel—“Ow!” I suddenly shrieked and fell to the carpeted floor, immediately forgetting my previous thought process. Elias had just clicked something on the electrical controller device on the coffee table.

  “That’s the highest setting. Tingles, doesn’t it?” he said, watching me with interest.

  I let out a sob. It was more than a damn tingle. It felt like someone had attached a live wire to the nerves beneath my breasts. My body convulsed as the violent currents pulsed through me in sharp shocks. “Please, Master,” I begged. “Stop.”

  He clicked something else and the pain immediately vanished, replaced by the pleasurable pressure of the uncharged clamps.

  “Get down on your hands and knees,” Elias said. “We’re going to play a little game.”

  “Yes, Master,” I murmured. I assumed the position, and Elias strode across the room to grab something. When he returned, I saw that he had a book, and he placed it on the flat of my back.

 
“The objective of this game is to keep the book balanced. Think you can manage that, Doll?”

  I nodded. As long as I stayed on my hands and knees and didn’t move or shake, the book would stay on my back.

  “Good girl. Now, I want you to answer some questions for me,” he said, taking a seat on the sofa.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “What is your name?”

  “My name is Doll,” I murmured. I knew that was exactly what he wanted to hear. As long as I kept parroting all the right answers, I would be safe.

  As usual, though, Elias was always one step ahead.

  “Favorite color?” he asked.

  “Blue.”

  “Flower?”

  “Carnation.”

  “Food?”

  “Lobster roll.”

  “Your name?”

  “Tatum Mar… ah!” I shrieked as the nipple clamps turned live again, and the book flew off my back as I jerked on the floor.

  Elias tricked me. He knew I was just telling him what he wanted to hear, so he asked me a bunch of rapid-fire questions in the hopes of distracting me from the real question when he finally asked it. I wasn’t expecting it, and I inadvertently gave him my real answer when he asked my name.

  I guess I wasn’t completely broken after all. At least not yet.

  The clamps switched back to normal, and I collapsed on the Persian carpet, sobbing and gulping in deep breaths of air as the pain subsided.

  Elias got off the sofa and stooped to my level, one finger forcing my chin up to look at him. “I had a feeling you were simply playing along,” he said softly, dangerously. “When I said I wanted to play a game, that’s not really what I meant.”

  “I’m sorry, Master,” I whimpered. “I’m trying.”

  “Try harder.” He picked the book back up. Instead of placing it on me, however, he strode across the room and put it back where he found it. Then he rummaged around in a bedside drawer and returned with a bottle of lubricant and a black phallic-shaped object.

  It didn’t look like the vibrator Willa once bought for Greer as a gag gift when she said she couldn’t think of something to take to her older sister’s bridal shower. It was thicker, meaner-looking, and the base of it flared out widely.

  “This is going inside you,” Elias said crisply.

  My insides clenched involuntarily. I didn’t want to be aroused by the thought of him putting something in my pussy, but as usual, my body grew hot and wet within seconds, craving him against my will. It was that feeling of helplessness as he took charge that made it happen; the forced surrender, the lack of control. I never knew what would happen next, and a strange, delicious fear always seemed to accompany that, making desire unfurl deep in my core.

  He went behind me and ran a hand down my back before sliding down to my pussy. Two fingers parted my lips, and he chuckled as he found me already soaked. “I know where you want me to put this,” he began. “But today isn’t about what you want. Today is about making you see what you’ve done.”

  I stiffened as I remembered the bottle of lube in his hand. Oh no. The black toy wasn’t going in my pussy at all.

  “No, please,” I said hurriedly. “Not there.”

  He chuckled. “Are you really saying no to me?”

  “I…” I trailed off. That was a bad idea. “No, Master. I didn’t mean that.”

  “Good, because I want to take every part of you, Doll. Turn you into the perfect toy for me. So if I want to put something in your asshole, you’re going to say yes, and you’re going to love it.”

  “Yes, Master,” I whispered, my cheeks flushing with red-hot shame. “Please… put it in my ass.”

  I heard him open the bottle and squeeze the liquid over his hand. He began to massage it between my cheeks, one fingertip dipping in and out of me as he prepared me for the violation. I bit back a whimper at the humiliating sensation as his finger went even deeper, right inside my ass.

  Then he pulled it out and pressed the tip of the toy against me. “Push back on it,” he ordered. “Keep yourself relaxed or it’ll hurt more.”

  I swallowed and closed my eyes as I did what he said. Or tried to, at least. It was one thing to tell me to relax while a dildo slid into my virgin ass, but actually doing it was another thing entirely.

  I bit down on my bottom lip again as the toy broke past my entrance and slid inside, maybe an inch or so, and then I finally let out a cry as the pressure grew too intense. I was unbearably full.

  “You feel that, Doll?” Elias murmured. “You feel it going inside your tight little asshole?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “Please, Master, it hurts….”

  “We can’t stop now. Keep going. Show me what a good girl you can be,” he replied. One hand squeezed at my ass cheeks, massaging and groping as the toy pressed even farther inside me.

  I took a deep breath and finally relaxed my body enough to bear down on the toy, and suddenly it slid all the way in, only stopping when the flared base wouldn’t allow it any farther. I shivered, feeling oh-so filthy and embarrassed as it filled me up so completely. As much as I assumed I would hate it, my body seemed to want it desperately. I felt a familiar mix of pleasure and pain spiraling deep within my core, and I knew my pussy was practically dripping by now.

  “You fucking love it, don’t you?” Elias muttered, leaning forward so that his mouth wasn’t far from my left ear.

  I nodded. “Yes, Master. It hurts, but it feels… I don’t know how to describe it….”

  “Do it.”

  “I feel so dirty,” I whispered. “So full. But that makes it feel good at the same time.”

  He chuckled. “You see how it can be good for you when you behave and listen to your owner?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Now try to keep it inside you.”

  He picked up the nipple clamp controller again and returned to questioning me in short, sharp barks. “What’s your name?”

  “Doll.”

  “Who am I?”

  “My Master,” I whispered.

  “Louder.”

  “You’re my Master,” I said in a clearer voice. I gritted my teeth immediately afterwards, trying my best to keep the toy inside my ass. An enormous pressure was building deep within and I felt an urge to push it out, but I wasn’t allowed.

  “Why did you stab my father?”

  I drew in a deep breath. “Because… because I’m bad.”

  “Why did you kill Ben?”

  I shook my head slightly. “I didn’t. It was an accident. I—” A scream tore from my throat as he shocked me with the nipple clamps again. The toy began to slide out of my ass as my body let go and collapsed to the floor again, and Elias sighed and turned the clamps to the normal setting again.

  “You just don’t learn,” he muttered, pressing the toy back inside me all the way. Then he delivered a hard slap to my ass, making me yelp as pain raced across my skin like fire. “Who killed Ben?”

  “I did, Master,” I said with a sob.

  “Why?”

  “I… I don’t….” Obviously I was taking too long to answer, because the electrical shocks started again. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed, clenching all my muscles to try and keep the toy inside me despite the pulsing pain.

  A wave of exhaustion suddenly crashed over me. I wasn’t sure how much I could take. I needed to give in entirely, needed to submit my mind and body to Elias once and for all. It was the only way I would survive, and besides, he was my Master. He was all I had left in the world…

  He turned the controller off again and patted my ass. “You’re getting better at this, but it’s still not good enough. Try again. Why did you kill Ben?”

  “I was angry at him,” I said in a flat whisper. “He didn’t want me.”

  “Good girl. We’re finally getting somewhere again,” he said in a deceptively soothing tone. “Have you ever thought about killing me?”

  I thought back to the day before. Not only had I thought abo
ut killing Elias when his father told me the truth about him, I’d said out loud that I wanted to do it. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”

  “I know you’re telling the truth, but you need to be punished for these thoughts,” he said, shocking my breasts again. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master. Please punish me.” Tears rolled down my face as the throbbing pain shook me, but I didn’t make any sound, and I held the toy inside me with gritted teeth. Elias was right. I deserved punishment for my terrible behavior. Awful, terrible, evil girl.

  “Did you ever feel anything for me?” he asked a moment later.

  “Yes. I… ow!” I screamed as he shocked me yet again. That one was unexpected. “Please, Master, I wasn’t lying!”

  “Yes, you were. I know it. Tell the truth.”

  Another wave of tiredness overcame me. I wanted to collapse, but I couldn’t. I had to tell him what he wanted to hear first.

  “I lied,” I whispered, trying to keep my eyes from closing. “I told you I wanted you because I hoped you would help me get out of here.”

  “That’s what I thought. But things are different now, aren’t they, Doll?”

  I nodded brokenly. “Yes. I know the truth now, Master.”

  “Tell me.” He moved back around to my front, fixing me with a questioning gaze.

  I let out a long, juddering sigh. “I’ll never leave this place, not unless you want me to. I’m yours.”

  He smiled wickedly. “Yes, you are. For how long?”

  My mind returned to the previous day. I pictured the jagged cliff and the endless expanse of deep, dark ocean beyond. I thought of the hopelessness, the helplessness, the futility in dreaming of a world outside of Elias.

  And just like that, the last rebellious, unbroken piece of me shattered all the way.

  “Well?” he demanded. “How long will you belong to me?”

  My whole body felt like it was sinking into the floor as I finally replied. “Forever….”

  This time, I knew it was true.

  3

  Tatum

  Five weeks later

  “Arch your back more, Doll.”