His Possession (The Owners)

by Sam Crescent

  The car pulled away, and Violet attacked the door. “You can’t keep me against my will.” Her actions were becoming more hysterical with each tug.

  “Stop it, Violet.”

  Immediately she stopped, folded her arms over her chest and turned away from him. Was his Violet a little submissive at heart?

  “There is no way I could leave you there.”

  “It’s my home.”

  Running his fingers through his hair, Cadeon lost his temper. “Do you have any idea the danger you were in? What about that man living next door? Who do you think those men were paying to visit? Nuns?”

  She shrank away from him and his temper.

  “I know what they were doing.”

  “Really? Is that what you do on your spare time? Earn money on your back? Spread those pretty thighs for any man?” Cadeon knew he shouldn’t have said the hateful words, but once he started he couldn’t stop. Her actions surprised him.

  Out of nowhere, she moved closer and struck him, her palm stinging across his face. “How dare you?” she said.

  Cadeon smiled, grabbed her hand and brought her close to his body. “The little mouse has claws. I like it.” He stared into her brown eyes. His cheek stung, but his heart raced as the need to take her in his arms grew stronger. He leaned down until he was a breath away from her lips. Her body fit perfectly against him. His assessment was right as the curve of her hips couldn’t be mistaken. She was gorgeous and supple, and he wanted her with a desperation he hadn’t known existed inside him.

  “You’re my boss,” she said, her free hand resting on his chest.

  “I don’t care.” Cadeon slammed his lips down, taking control of her in his arms. She struggled for a few seconds and eventually relaxed. Her lips didn’t respond. “Kiss me back.”

  Her head shook, and Cadeon had no choice but to lift up and stare down at her.

  “You’re mine,” he growled against her lips.

  “I’m no one’s.”

  Smiling down at her, he knew it would be only a matter of time before he had this flower right where he wanted her. In his bed where she was meant to be from the very beginning.

  Chapter Two

  Violet shook as his hands roamed up and down her back. Never had she been touched so intimately by a man before. His words delighted and scared her at the same time. She didn’t know how to respond or to react. Did every man say such words to a woman?

  For the rest of the journey he didn’t let her go. They remained with him leaning over her, his hands on her back resting a breath apart. She pressed hers against his chest and waited for the car to stop. Once it stopped she could call a taxi and be gone. She’d hand in her letter of resignation and leave as soon as possible. Finding work would be hard.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” he said.

  “W-what?”

  “I can see what you’re thinking. I won’t take any letter or you quitting. I want you close by.”

  Was he able to read minds?

  “You can’t keep me against my will.” Before he could respond, the car pulled to a stop, and the driver informed him he was home.

  One of his hands moved from behind his back, and he cupped her chin in his. “I’m going to take care of you whether you like it or not.”

  Surely, women could fight against this kind of possession? Cadeon kept her in his arms as he got out of the car. Since the drive from her house it had started raining. Cadeon picked her up as if she weighed nothing and placed her on her feet only when they were firmly inside his house.

  An elderly lady waited by the door and regarded her with a puzzled expression. Violet understood the woman’s feelings. Violet was just as confused.

  “Mr. Ashwood,” the elderly woman said.

  “Bring some tea into the sitting room, Anne. Violet and I have had a long night.” Cadeon took her hand and pulled her in the direction of what she assumed was his sitting room. He moved so fast she didn’t have time to see his house. Nothing stood out, and in no time, he entered a room where a log fire was burning in the hearth.

  “You must be freezing,” he said. Removing her coat and jacket, Cadeon threw them across the room. He sat her down and removed her shoes, followed by her tights. She gasped as he reached up under her skirt grabbed the waist band of her tights and pulled them off.

  Next, he removed his own coat and jacked and pulled her to her feet where he wrapped his arms around her.

  She didn’t have time to say anything. Cadeon knew what he was doing, and even though his presence unnerved her and to a point scared her, she couldn’t deny the small thrill being in his arms had created. Her hands stayed by her side as he rubbed part of the cold out. She hadn’t even realised she’d been shaking until now.

  “I’ve got you.”

  For some reason she imagined Cadeon wouldn’t let her go. His interest in her was startling. A year she’d worked for his company. Through her recollection she could only recall two elevator rides with him. Their meetings had never been verbal, and her time with him had been short. Why was he interested in her?

  A knock came seconds before Anne brought through a tray with the tea on. “I made some sandwiches.” Anne placed the tray on the coffee table and left.

  “You need to eat,” he said. Not letting go of her hand, he led her to the sofa and brought her to sit on his lap.

  “I really should refuse....”

  “Do you think I’d let you sit anywhere but here?” His hand lay across her leg.

  She shook her head.

  “Good.”

  With her still in his lap he grabbed the nearest plate of sandwiches and placed it on her lap. “Eat.”

  Taking a sandwich she took a small bite and chewed. Violet believed it was a ham sandwich. She didn’t taste much of it. Having him constantly staring put her off eating.

  “Do you do this for all of your personal assistants?” she found herself asking.

  “No. You’re different.”

  Unsure what he meant, she ate two sandwiches and handed him the plate back. His hand on her leg was moving in circles up and down and along her knee.

  He placed the plate back and handed her a cup of steaming tea. Violet didn’t know what was happening. Should she demand to get off his knee? Scold him for forcing her to do something she didn’t like? Men usually were polite, and they smiled at her. Nothing this dominating.

  Cadeon was in control, and she couldn’t fight against it.

  “What are you thinking?” he asked.

  “Don’t you know?”

  He smiled, and his free hand circled her waist. “I want to hear it from your lips.”

  Violet looked down at her tea. The brew was sweet, and she didn’t have the heart to tell him she didn’t like it.

  “I don’t know what to do,” she answered him honestly.

  “Relax.” He placed her cup on the tray and held her in his arms.

  The entire situation was bizarre.

  After a time he picked her up and moved upstairs with her. Violet held onto him and let him. In the short time she’d been in his company she’d come to realise arguing was useless.

  He opened a door at the far end of the long corridor. She saw the large four poster bed, but he didn’t put her down. He went to one of the three doors along the opposite wall and placed her on her feet in the bathroom.

  Cadeon went over to the large bath tub and began filling it with hot water. He tested the water and came back to her. Violet held her hands up to protect her clothes. She didn’t want him to see her naked.

  “I’ll leave you to wash and rest. When you come out there’ll be a nightgown waiting for you.” He leaned down and brushed her lips with his and then left.

  Violet waited long enough to make sure he’d left completely before unbuttoning her blouse and removing her skirt and underwear.

  She walked to the bath tub and tested the water. It was perfect, and she got in. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to relax. Nothing was going to happe
n to her. She was safe. Being alone in the world had never been a problem to her. She had troubles like everyone else. For most part, her mother had tried to spare her the harshness of her life. Escaping had been Violet’s only option. Escaping and never getting close to anyone was the only way she could survive.

  It would only be a matter of time before she had to leave. Cadeon was determined to get too close. She closed her eyes and saw her mother. The beautiful vision she’d been when entertaining one of her guests.

  ****

  “Listen to me, Violet. You’re better than this. I never want you to feel as if you have to live this life. Do you understand me?” her mother asked.

  “I don’t know what you mean.” Violet was thirteen and developing her body. She knew what her mother did to pay the rent and put food in their bellies. The constant stream of men unnerved her all the time. Especially the man who stayed and took half of her mum’s money.

  “If I’m not here one day, baby, you’ve got to promise me you’ll run. Run and never look back no matter how hard it is. The priest can help you.”

  “You’re scaring me,” Violet said.

  Her mother grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “You’re not a little girl anymore, pet. They’ll see you and begin to want you. You’ve got to keep yourself safe. Promise me that no matter what happens you’ll be safe. Promise me.”

  Violet couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face. Her mother made sure no man came near her. She did not even go to school, just to private lessons from the parish priest whenever he had a chance. She had no one but the love her mother could offer.

  “I promise,” she said and held onto tightly to her parent. Like many times before, her mother locked her bedroom door. Violet stayed in her room. Her hands wrapped around her knees as the sounds of violence penetrated the walls. There was nothing she could do. Mother always locked her door. No matter what she heard she could never leave her room.

  ****

  Violet opened her eyes and gasped as the stabbing pain in her heart was too much. Her mother might have been a whore, but Violet had loved her with all of her heart. Taking the soap from the side of the bath she lathered her body and washed herself. Her hair took the longest. Her usual floral shampoo was still at home. She settled on the lavender scented hair wash. When she was done and the fear of the past had abated a little she grabbed a towel and dried her body.

  Would Cadeon be waiting on the other side?

  Closing her eyes and taking a breath, she entered the room. He was nowhere to be seen. A nightgown lay on the bed, and she saw he’d switched the light shades on either side of the bed, casting a soft glow around the room. Not bothering to take in her surroundings she put the night gown over her head. It was s silk gown that opened to her cleavage and settled around her ankles, its colour a beautiful peach.

  She found a brush in a drawer and began to untangle the mess of her mid-back length hair. Going to the salon to get it cut seemed like an unnecessary expense. Her hair grip was in the bathroom. She wore her hair down and climbed beneath the sheets. Tired and exhausted from the day as soon as her head hit the pillow, darkness consumed her.

  ****

  Cadeon sat in his office and took another gulp of his strongest whisky. Having Violet in his house was supposed to make him feel easier. Instead his nerves were on end. Something didn’t add up about the woman in his house. Picking up the file he’d made on her, he glanced through the paperwork. There was nothing new he could find. She was an only child with no parents. Her mother had passed away some time ago. According to the file, nothing brilliant stood out about Violet Moore.

  Swinging down the last of his drink, he picked up the phone and dialled his friend and lead security man, Tate Allen.

  “You’re calling me a little early. Doesn’t the bad Dom come out after dark?” Tate said.

  “Don’t start. I’ve got a job for you, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “You know the only thing I want.”

  They’d argued many times about what Tate wanted. Cadeon refused to give her to him.

  “I told you no,” Cadeon growled.

  “Then I can’t help you.”

  Tate hung up the phone, and Cadeon slammed his receiver back down. Pouring himself another shot of whisky he picked up the phone and dialled his number again. Tate wanted Rebecca Black for his own. He’d found her in a sex club being abused by an asshole who was into pain. He’d promised to help and keep her safe.

  “My deal sticks. I’ll not do anything for you without her, Cadeon. I promised you I’d take care of her. Nothing has changed,” Tate said as soon as he picked up the phone.

  “What about your friend, Kevin? Will he still take care of her?” Cadeon didn’t want to get into this argument.

  The woman he wanted was upstairs and, he bet, lying in his bed. He wanted to go and join her. To hold her in his arms. Not have to sort through making deals with men for women.

  “Kevin wants her, too. We’ll take care of her. We’ve promised you several times.”

  “She’s delicate.”

  “You either want us to do this job, Cadeon, or get off the phone. I’m tired of this bullshit. You can’t keep Rebecca from us forever. She’s ours.”

  His grip tightened on the phone. “Fine, but I’ve got to be present at your meeting. If she doesn’t feel comfortable with you, you call it off, deal?”

  “Yes.”

  “I want you to do some digging for me.”

  “Give me the, name, age and sex and I’ll get it done,” Tate said.

  “Violet Moore, twenty-one and female.”

  “Any middle names? Anything else to go on?”

  “She has no living family.”

  “Cadeon, do you think this girl wants to stay gone for a reason?”

  Cadeon drank down his second shot. “I don’t think anything. I want to know more about her.”

  “Consider it done.”

  The call ended, and Cadeon placed the receiver down. He knew he should call Rebecca, but he didn’t want to disturb her yet. Tate and Kevin always unnerved her.

  He imagined he was worrying for nothing. Violet was just an innocent girl and not used to being around men.

  “Is there anything else, sir?” Anne asked after she knocked on his offie door.

  “No. You may leave for the night.” He waited, knowing she had something to say. “Say what you’ve got to say.”

  “She’s young. You should be careful with her. She’s not like your other women.”

  “How do you know about my other women?” he asked.

  “I’ve seen the way you are with her. Be careful. If you squeeze too tight you may lose her forever.”

  “Save the dramatic words for someone else. I know what to do with a woman.” Cadeon turned.

  Anne bowed her head and left the room. She’d served the Ashwood house ever since he was a boy and his dad had been in control. A possessive instinct had been passed through generation from father to son. When they found the woman they wanted to spend the rest of their life with, they refused to let them go, instead taking over and making them dependant on them and them alone.

  His possessiveness rose every time Violet entered the room. He had to hold onto himself to stop himself from having her. She was young, and he was forty years old. In his head he knew he should let her go and live her life. To be in the background, waiting until she came back. His heart refused to let her go. Violet was his woman, and he wouldn’t ever let her leave him.

  Closing down his computer and shutting out the light he made his way up to his bedroom. One of the light shades was still on, and he saw her lying in his bed. Her hair splayed out on the pillow, the strands still wet from her bath. Cadeon stood next to the bed and gazed down at her. The blanket had slipped down her body, the peach, silk nightgown showing through. She wouldn’t have known the gown was made to be transparent. He saw the mounds of her breasts peeking over the edge of the bodice. He saw her nipples, dark red and t
ight budding against the gown. What would happen if he leaned over and pulled the straps and bodice down, exposing her tits for him to see?

  He moved away from temptation and began to undress. Cadeon didn’t bother with a bath and took a quick shower. His cock, rock hard at the vision of her in his bed, threatened to destroy him. No woman should look so fine and beautiful. He grasped his shaft and palmed up and down the long length of his arousal. The release would be welcome as he didn’t want to startle her when he joined her in the bed.

  In his mind’s eye he saw her laid out on the bed. He stripped away her peach gown and thought about her large tits.

  His free hand he moved to the wall above. The spray of the water glided down his body.

  Thinking about her naked had become a mental torture to him and one he hoped to rectify in the coming weeks. Having her alone for as long as he wished, Cadeon hoped to get her to open up to him. To tell him her secrets and let him care and love her.

  Cadeon would give her the world.

  His hand increased speed with every thrust. Seeing her on the bed drove him insane with longing. He thought about her waking up and smiling at him as he joined her. Touching her body and showing her the love he was capable of giving. His seed erupted from the tip and sprayed the wall of the shower stall. Gasping for breath, he continued to fuck his fist until every last drop escaped and he was left sated.

  The water from the shower cleaned away the mess he’d made. He shut the water off, grabbed the towel she’d used, and wrapped it around his body. A second towel dried off his hair and chest. Walking into the room, he saw Violet was still asleep, but she was plagued with bad dreams. She winced, moaned and trembled.

  Discarding the towels, he lifted the covers, shut off the light and joined her. Cadeon wrapped his arms around her and brought her close.

  She woke instantly to his presence. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice groggy and filled with sleep.

  “This is my bed, sweetheart. You’re having a bad dream. Lie down and rest.” He laid her head on his chest and held her as she drifted off to sleep.

  At first, he felt her struggle to pull away. He held her and refused to let her go. As the night wore on, her body relaxed, and soon she was asleep.