by K. Webster
It’s amazing I survived.
Men fucked me. Stole from me. Hit me. Drugged me. Raped me.
And I kept coming back for more.
“I don’t feel so well,” I say with a gasp, attempting not to suck in any more of the putrid air.
Brax laughs from the corner and it’s bone chilling. His chest glistens with sweat despite the freezing-ass room and I shiver. I’m not sure why he wants to have sex in here. This room doesn’t belong in this gorgeous house. This room is sinister and evil.
“I bet you’re craving a hit, aren’t you whore?” he sneers. “Want me to find your pretty little vein and fuck you up with your precious skag? Is that what you want? What you deserve?”
I did deserve it. My heart flutters at the mention of the drug I’ve desired for a long fucking time. I was a whore, a slut, an animal who couldn’t stop myself from craving things that would only put me in greater danger. But at the moment, all I want to do is get out of this dump.
“N-N-No,” I chatter. My voice sounds unsure. Is he really offering me a hit? It would certainly make all of this disappear. Then, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and I couldn’t give two shits about it.
Another shudder wracks through me. But then I wouldn’t feel his hot body pressed against mine. I wouldn’t quake with the orgasms he would give me. I wouldn’t feel his possessive tongue in my mouth, owning me.
I meet his indignant glare and lift my chin. With a shake of my head, I approach him. His body visibly shakes with barely controlled hate. I’ve seen this look in a person’s eyes before. There’s no calming them when they’re like this. They will do what they want to do. It would be in my best interest to just go with it.
“I don’t want the drugs. I want you,” I whisper, “master.”
As much as I hate giving him the satisfaction of his stupid title, I know he gets off on it somehow. If that turns his anger into desire, I’ll be his good little toy and give him what he needs.
He groans when I reach him and begin unfastening his pants. I keep my eyes trained on his and lick my lips in a teasing manner. Braxton can be my drug for the night. As long as I can focus on him, this shitty room will disappear. Just like it does when I’m high.
Difference is though, I actually want to have sex with him unlike those other punters in the past.
His pants hit the floor and his cock strains to be set free from his boxers. At least I know he’s turned on by me. I’m not the ugly little, spaced out thing he picked up a week ago. Now, he’s getting Jessica.
I yelp when his hands slide roughly up my throat and into my hair. His lips drop to mine and he kisses me brutally, holding me to him while he bruises me with his mouth. The moan that he draws from me is quiet but needy. And as soon as his warm cock is in my cold hands, I whimper with an unspoken plea for him to fuck me with it.
“Jesus, Bunny,” he hisses, hot breath mixing with mine. “You’re fucking with my head. You’re fucking up what I want to do to you.”
I stroke his hard length and pull away to look at his shadowed face. “My body is yours. Do what you want because I want it too.”
This provokes him because he growls and slides his palm to my throat. With a tight squeeze, he nearly lifts me from the ground by my neck and walks me backwards. I hold onto his wrist, but don’t try to pull him off.
“Bunny, you were right about your body belonging to me,” he says with an ominous rumble. “But, you were wrong about wanting it. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to beg to be anywhere but near me.”
He tosses me roughly onto the mattress and it knocks the breath out of me. Brax is used to dominating his power over everyone, men included. But I’ve lived this life before. He might dominate my body but he’ll never own my mind.
With a lift of my chin and a sweet smile, I say with a southern drawl, “Do your worst, handsome. I’m not afraid.”
My pulse races and my heart nearly beats out of my chest. She’s pissing me right the fuck off, yet, she also turns me right the hell on. Her slender body is sexy as she stretches out on the dirty mattress. The protective part within myself rages with fury because she doesn’t belong on the floor. She should be in my bed downstairs, enjoying the warm fireplace in my room, curled in my arms.
Her pretty green eyes, though, challenge me and the controlling animal inside of me wants to show her that she does belong here. That she deserves to get fucked like the piece of shit white trash she is. That side of me wants to bruise her and choke her and make her bleed.
I shove down my boxers and watch with wonder as her tongue darts out and she wets her lips. The bitches I bring to the Hole fill the room with the sounds of their senseless begging and crying. They promise me blow-jobs and anal—as if I wouldn’t get that anyway or that they even have a choice. Each one ends up screaming and running for the locked door. And every time, I end up knocking the shit out of them and finish myself off by coming all over their whore faces.
It’s what I do.
It’s who I am.
But Bunny’s acting like she’s about to indulge in a wine finer than the one she opened earlier. In this shitty hole of a room, she’s eager for my cock. Her ability, without the drugs, to block out her surroundings and focus on me is a fucking turn on. And for a split second, I consider dragging her out of here.
“Take that shit off, whore,” I spit out as I stroke my eager cock.
Her eyebrow lifts in surprise but without argument, she sheds her bra and panties. The light may be dim but her now smooth pussy glistens and I crave to taste it.
I don’t fucking taste them. Not here. Not like this.
I hurt them.
I bite them.
I fuck them.
“On your knees,” I snarl. “I want that little ass pointing in the air.”
She bats her eyelashes at me in a seductive way that once again has me questioning what to do with her next. But eventually, she assumes the demanded position. Her tiny ass is white and flawless. I want to mark it up. It enrages me that the stupid dipshit, Trevor, thought he could have her.
The man has some balls.
When I saw her tears—the despair and self-hatred in her eyes—I went mad with a rage that never before presented itself. My fists connected with that asshole’s face over and over again until there was blood staining my white marble floor. It took Jamal and Dubois both to pull me from his beaten body. I’d lied to Bunny about killing him—I’d simply wanted to shock her. To scare her. Unfortunately, she was happy. Fucking happy.
Trevor had groaned and gurgled despite his ass whipping but I knew he’d live. I wanted him to live because it was going to be my honor to make his life a living hell. Killing him would be too easy. So I left his pussy-ass, washed my hands, and came straight for her.
My toy.
Mine.
I focus on the beautiful thing before me. Regardless of the shitty names I call her, I can’t deny how she messes with my head. I like seeing her sweet smiles and feisty green eyes when they dance with mischief. Bunny was different. From the first time I laid eyes on her—I knew it. I somehow knew deep down that I’d truly enjoy her but it wouldn’t be the same as all the others.
“Touch yourself,” I demand. “But don’t come.”
Her manicured fingers move between her legs and I groan at how hot she looks as she massages her clit. In spite of my rules and bullshit, I’m going to taste her one day. Not here but somewhere in this house—away from this dirty hole of a room.
She peeks over her shoulder at me and flashes me a questioning look. “Like this?”
I crave her intensely in this moment. The uncertainty painted on her features is alluring and I decide I love the look. All of the other whores are usually so confident in their abilities, much like Bunny was when she gave me that epic blow-job.
But right now, my sweet toy seems worried.
“You’re doing great,” I tell her, my voice hoarse. I hadn’t expected to divulge the compliment but it r
olled off my tongue before I could stop it. When her eyes shine with a never-before-seen pride at pleasing me, I once again realize how she responds so beautifully to praise.
Moments earlier, I’d wanted to string her up and whip her. To rip her skin to shreds with my belt. I wanted to hurt her.
Now I want inside of her so bad it hurts—like I’m some horny damn teenager. I can’t wait any longer.
I just fucking want her.
“Bunny,” I growl as I drop to my knees behind her. “What are you doing to me?”
She whimpers when I shove her fingers away, replacing them with my own. Her body responds to my touch and soon she’s rocking her hips in unison with my fingers. I still her by gripping her hip with my free hand and then hold my cock to tease her pussy with it. The opening is hot and fucking dripping with want.
“I’m going to take you now,” I mutter and bring both hands to her hips. “I want you to keep massaging that pussy while I fuck you. I want you to come all over my cock, little toy. And then I’m going to come inside of you.”
She nods and with shaky fingers, she sets to fingering herself. I line myself up and don’t warn her before I push my thickness deep inside of her with one hard thrust.
“Ah,” she gasps.
No screams.
No crying.
No wails.
Just a silent, pleasure-filled gasp from having me stretch her wide open. With each forceful pound into her, my nuts slap her fingers that are violently working her toward an orgasm. Yesterday she’d been so fucking cute when she was pissed at not being able to get herself off. I wonder if tonight she’ll be able to.
I grab a handful of her hair and shove her face down against the soiled mattress. I’ve fucked them all on this bed. They all get to smell the used pussy of the one before them. And their scent will carry over to the next toy.
And so on and so fucking on until I die.
But what about Bunny?
The thought makes my belly flop and I grit my teeth. I don’t want to think about what happens to her after this. It’ll only piss me off. She’s mine for six months and I’ll enjoy every second.
Time’s ticking, Braxton.
She continues to gasp and work her pussy but she’s not coming. I’m about to lose my load inside of her but I’m pissed that she can’t get off. My toy isn’t even trying to fake it to avoid punishment.
“Come, goddammit!”
Her little hand goes crazy as I slow my thrusting. She wants it so bad. The walls of her pussy throb around my dick with the need to orgasm. For once, I’m less interested with me getting off and obsessed with her getting off instead.
“You’re thinking about it too hard, Bunny. Just go with it.” My voice become softer as I try to coach her through it.
She sobs in frustration and clutches the dirty mattress with her pretty fingernails of her free hand. Her cries are muffled from where I have her face smashed against it. Suddenly, the thought of feces and urine ruining her perfect milky flesh has me going mental.
I don’t want my shiny toy dirtied up.
Yanking out of her, I stand quickly and drag her to her feet by the grip I have on her hair. I hug her to me and the ice cold chill of her flesh startles some sense into me.
This isn’t fucking right.
I don’t want her like this.
“Come on,” I murmur, my voice comforting almost. “Let’s not do this here.”
Her feral eyes meet mine and her voice shakes. “Not there. Please don’t take me in there.” Tears stream down over her cheeks and I’m confused. My girl would rather get roughly fucked in the Hole than in her bedroom. And something tells me it has nothing to do with her prostitute past. It’s not that she feels more comfortable in here. It’s that she fucking hates that room for some reason.
Nodding, I scoop her into my arms. After a pit stop to scoop my key from the table, I let us out of the Hole and make my way to the elevator. I push the button for the basement and hold my shivering toy close to my body.
Her eyes never leave my face and I don’t want them to. The adoring way she stares at me—as if I’m the hero in her book rather than the monster—warms my frigid heart. It makes me want to see it all the time. It makes my cock hard as fuck.
When we reach the basement, I stride with her in my arms straight for the hot tub beside the pool, dropping my key off on the table along the way. I grab a handful of lavender beads from the bucket on the table and then toss them in when we’re near. We both smell like piss and pussy—not hers. And I hate it. I want the smell gone.
I just want her.
My Bunny.
She moans, louder than I’ve ever heard her, the moment I dip into the piping hot tub. The bubbles splash around us and the lavender is already invading my senses as I sink into the blissful heat.
The Hole is kept at sixty-six degrees which is warmer than they deserve. But I can’t handle the cold. Not since I was a kid. Now that I have control over my surroundings, I enjoy the warmth whenever I can get it. My own room is installed with a heating system that has vents on the floor so when I’m freezing down to my black soul, I can wrap up in a blanket and sit on the vent.
The hot tub is the next best thing. And as I settle against the pulsating spray against my back, I’m glad I brought her here. I don’t have to give her any orders—it’s like she’s in my head and she straddles my cock. Her pussy slides down my shaft and she stares at me with questions dancing in her eyes.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur my praise.
She rewards me with a breathtaking smile and rides my cock like the practiced whore she is. Except, she’s not riding me because I’m a job or because she’s thankful I saved her from the Hole. My Bunny rides me because she wants me—because she wants to please me. Of all my toys, they never take to me so quickly. With this one, it’s as if she wants to be mine. Always. The thought twists itself into my head and plants a seed there.
What if I kept her?
My mind pauses for a moment and I allow myself a brief bit of time to pretend before pushing away the stupid notion.
“Oh, God,” she pants, “this feels good.”
I groan and lift my hips to meet each of her thrusts. Sliding one hand into her hair, I tug her to me to kiss her. She reciprocates and when I press my thumb to her clit, she jolts with a yelp into my mouth.
“You like that, Bunny?” I question against her mouth as I increase the pressure.
She nods but doesn’t speak. Her body has a language all its own and it tells me everything I need to hear.
“Say it. You’re too quiet. I need to hear it, baby.”
Her eyes shine with happiness that nearly has me coming. Since when do I want to make them happy? I want to make me happy. Not them.
“I love it, Bra—” her eyes widen—“sir.”
The light in her eyes is instantly gone and I want it back. Like the greedy boy I am, I want it fucking back and don’t give a shit about my rules. I want her to smile at me like before—to look at me as if I’m the best goddamn man she’s ever been with.
“Jessica,” I murmur, “I want to hear how much you want it. How much you love it. Show me, baby.”
My words work because her smile is back and her eyes glisten with a beauty that’s never before been witnessed on this black earth.
“Yes!” she shrieks, giving in to the orgasm that selfishly alluded her. “I love it! This! I want more, Braxton!”
My name rolls off her tongue and her eyes flicker to mine, fear flashing in them. The inner pussy in me tells the demon inside to shut up and together we pretend we didn’t hear. Instead, I clutch onto her neck and draw her to me to kiss her. Our mouths connect in a greedy flurry of tongues and wet lips. Within seconds, I’m releasing my seed deep inside her.
Her mouth breaks from mine and she rests her pretty tits against my chest, burying her face into my neck. I don’t jerk her off my softening cock or send her to shower. I don’t take her back to the Princess Room and b
id her good evening. I don’t do anything except hold her to me. My fingers stroke her back and I simply cuddle with what’s mine.
For a long fucking time.
We’re both drunk from the heat and our exertion that I startle at the sound of a dog barking down the road. I’m not sure how long we’ve been down here, but I know it’s been long enough. With a groan, I lift out of the tub with her in my arms in search of towels from the warmer. Once I have her wrapped in a towel around her shoulders, I dry off and wrap mine around my waist.
As I walk her to the elevator, I wonder why I’m playing differently with Bunny. Why I’m not hurting her or punishing her. While she deserves the same fate as the others, I want to know why I don’t feel the same sense of urgency to give it to her.
She’s different.
The thought is heavy on my mind when we enter the elevator. My finger hovers over the number four. She belongs upstairs in her purple Princess Room. I should take her there.
But something tells me she’ll find a way to sleep in the Hole. That she’ll curl up naked and cold on the soiled mattress to seek solace and hide from whatever haunts her. Not on my fucking watch. Without hesitation, I press the code to take us to the third floor. She remains quiet on the way up but leans against me as if requiring the same air I breathe. My chest puffs out with pride and I hug her into my side.
“You’re a special little toy,” I tell her with a chuckle. “You get to see where your master sleeps.”
She shivers in my arms and I know I made the right decision. My girl belongs with me in the warm sanctuary of my bedroom. I want her tucked against me tonight so if the craving hits me to fuck her, I don’t have to leave the comforting heat my room provides. All I’ll have to do is roll her onto her back and push my cock into her.
The thought of staring deep into her jade-colored eyes as I thrust into her hot, receptive body has my cock growing again and eager to play. How is the thought of having sex with Bunny in such a simple way the biggest fucking turn on? Why do I crave to see her eyes flutter and her mouth part as she dives over the edge of bliss? And why the fuck do I want to go into a homicidal rage at the thought of losing her in just a few months?
