by Fawn Bailey
“Problems with your little acquisition?” he asked with a bright smile, smirking at me.
“I need your help,” I said, and he chuckled as if I’d just confirmed every one of his suspicions.
“What do you need me to do?” he asked roughly.
“She’s misbehaved,” I lied. “I need to show her who her true master is, and if I deem it important for her to fuck another man, she better follow the fuck through.”
“I agree,” he said, giving me a brilliant smile. “But are you sure that’s what she needs?”
I stared at him in front of me, noticing the stark differences between us.
He was taller than me, though I wasn’t short by a long shot. He was lean and muscular, almost too thin for my liking. His hair was a little longer, dark like mine, but not peppered with grey strands like my own. And he was cocky, cocky like I remembered being when I was his age and thought I had the world lying at my feet. He would have it knocked out of him eventually, just like I had. But not yet. Right now, I could use him to serve a purpose. I could use him to break my pretty toy completely and bend her to my will.
“You will fuck her,” I growled at him. “And I will watch. She’d better fucking come, or I’ll consider it a job badly done by the both of you.”
“Understood,” he replied, his smile faltering and his expression rough. “Do you want her to see me?”
I stared at him, all six feet, six inches of his glorious body and the way he presented himself like he was God’s fucking gift to the world. At that moment, I knew this was a fucking mistake. I was presenting Rose with the exact same problem we’d just gotten rid off. After Ellis, there was another man to break her, to do my own bidding.
Why was I so afraid of training her to my will?
I didn’t need an answer for it. I already knew the truth. I would’ve broken her. I wouldn’t have gone easy. The second I let go, she would be broken beyond repair, retreating into her shell and never coming out for me again. I’d never see the sparkle in her eyes again, the way her shyness took a step back to show me how much she wanted me. She would only be a little toy for my dick, and I didn’t want that. I wanted a woman by my side, a partner, a companion, but I would never be able to have that if I let myself unleash my full wrath on her. She would never recover.
“She can see you,” I finally replied. “I want her to know it’s not me.”
He nodded then left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the TV screens showing the image of my broken Rose on the bathroom floor.
I knew I was making a mistake, and every good part of me screamed at me to stop in my tracks before I fucked up our relationship even more.But I shut those parts up. I listened to the wretched devil on my shoulder and pushed my girl away.
In order to prepare her for what I would give her, I needed another man, another pair of hands, another mouth, another fucking cock. Only when she’d break for someone else… for as many people as I fucking deemed she needed… only then would Rose be prepared to break for me.
Chapter 6
Rose
Once again, I was thrown into the darkness, unaware of what would happen to me that night apart from the few words written on a card that had been delivered to my room that morning.
Along with it, like always, came an enormous bouquet of beautiful roses, mixed shades of red and pink together, and a cardboard box with an expensive designer brand’s name on it.
I opened it to reveal gorgeous stilettos, the a couple of shades darker than the blush in my cheeks, and a dress that made me feel like a goddess. It slithered over my body in gorgeous white silk, gathering and draping over my hipbones and over my tits so perfectly I wondered whether it had been made for me.
When the clock struck nine o’clock that night, I followed one of the silent maids toward the playroom. I’d become familiar with the space in the last few months since I was always led into the same room. It was decorated in black and deep red velvet, tones and fabrics so rich they felt like butter against my skin.
The maid left me alone in the playroom. The sunken bed was made perfectly, and the scent of roses lingered in the air. I looked around to see whether anyone was around but soon realized I was alone. An undeniable chill went down my spine, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. Thorn was nowhere to be seen.
“Hello?” I asked into the empty room, but there was no answer back.
And then, in the next second, I felt his presence like I always did. He was in the shiver down my neck, in the caress of his scent, in the whispered promise of my own magnetic attraction pulling me to him.
“Hello, Rose,” he said roughly, and I turned my head sharply to stare at him as he walked through the room.
“H-how did you get in here?” I asked, and he chuckled.
“Does it matter?” He approached me with slow and measured steps, taking my chin in his hands and gently caressing me as if I meant everything to him. “Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked in a breathless whisper, but he didn’t reply.
Instead, he walked over to the throne-like chair sitting in the corner of the room. He hadn’t used it before, not with me, and I stared as he took a seat like the master he was. He was regal in his dark handsomeness, regal yet so terrifying I was afraid to look at him for longer than a couple of seconds at a time.
“Will I like it?” My words were soft-spoken, but his smirk told me he’d heard me. “I’m afraid.”
“You better,” he said easily. “I want you to.”
I sank to my knees in front of him when he tapped his knee. It came so easily now - I submitted to him like it was what I’d been made to do all along. He motioned for me to come closer, and I crawled across the floor until I reached him.
His strong, capable hands put his tie around my eyes and knotted it in place. I couldn’t see a thing now, and in my panic, my arm shot up and my shaking fingers twined through his, bringing his fist to my mouth and kissing it with gentle, trembling lips.
“Will…” I whispered, rendered blind and so scared I thought I would combust on the spot. “Will it be you?”
He leaned against me, his strong masculine scent invading my nostrils.
“No,” he whispered in the shell of my ear, and I gasped for air as he moved back, smoothing a strong, capable hand over my glossy hair.
A second later, we were no longer alone. I could feel another man’s presence in the room, his breaths in my ear and my body responding to his pheromones.
I felt like a bitch in heat, desperate and deeply ashamed. I hung my head low and crawled in on myself until I was sitting in a little ball at Thorn’s feet.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t let him.”
He didn’t move, but I could swear I’d heard his breath hitch.
“Please!” I begged, forgetting about the shame I felt. “Please, Thorn! No! Don’t!”
I was desperate to stop him from doing this all over again. In the back of my mind, I understood it as a punishment - for asking him stupid things and questioning his decisions that I knew nothing about.
He didn’t respond to my pleas, and soon after, I felt a strong fist wrap my hair around itself. I cried out loud helplessly, clinging to Thorn’s foot and grasping at his leg.
“Don’t!” I howled. “Don’t let him, Thorn! Please don’t let him don’t do this to me! I want to be yours!”
“For fuck’s sake,” an unknown voice muttered. I felt someone reach for me, and then a pair of hands ripped the tie off my eyes. I blinked into the sudden light, trying to assess what was going on, and my gaze connected with that of an impossibly tall stranger, shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung jeans that revealed the chiseled V of his hips.
Guiltily, I looked away, as if Thorn would punish me just for looking at him when in reality, he had wanted me at this man’s mercy himself.
“I’m not doing this,” the man said in a gravelly voice. “I’m not dea
ling with a fucking broken toy!”
“She’s not broken,” Thorn snarled at him, and I trembled with fear as the two men stared at one another in a silent face-off.
Feeling terrified, I climbed up Thorn’s legs until I was sitting on his lap, my heels clicking together in fear and my dress pooling on his lap. I positioned my ass next to his cock, desperate to feel him and eager to show him I wanted to belong to him, not the stranger he’d brought in for me.
“I’m not touching her,” the man growled. “You better deal with this, Thorn, or she’ll become fucking useless like Pia.” He stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard behind him. The lock clicked into place, and Thorn and I sat there in complete silence, wondering what the hell had happened.
“You were going to make him fuck me,” I managed to get out. “The man, he…”
“Shut up, Rose,” Thorn muttered in a low growl. “You don’t understand anything.”
“No, you’re right.” My tone was cold as I pushed myself off his lap and stumbled steps away on the too-high heels. “I don’t. And I don’t even want to. I don’t want you to come near me ever again.”
“No?” He looked thunderous as he stood up from his throne, approaching me in a few long steps with his hand reaching up for me and his fingers wrapping tightly around my throat, squeezing the breath right out of me.
“You don’t want me to touch you again?” he asked me, a hint of a warning in his voice. “You don’t want me to choke the breath right out of you? I thought you loved it, my little Rose. I thought you fucking lived for it…”
“Please,” I breathed. “Don’t. Stop trying to hurt me. It’s never going to work.”
“No?” he repeated. “Not even if I stop those lungs of yours from breathing?” He pulled me in closer as I struggled against his grasp, my lips an inch away from his.
“Little Rose,” he said softly. “Will you hate me if you take your last breath between my fingers?”
I stared at him with glassy eyes filled with fear, not knowing what to tell him. I was deathly afraid of the man, yet my pussy still clenched with the need to feel him inside me again.
“You won’t hurt me,” I gasped, clawing at his tight grip on my neck.
“You don’t think I will?” he growled, and I shook my head as best as I could while I dangled from his fist. He looked like he was going to say something else, but instead, he let me go, gently catching me and pulling me into his arms when I tumbled down.
“You have no other choice,” I whispered. “Nobody will train me for you. Nobody wants me. Nobody wants to touch me. You’ll have to keep me or get rid of me forever.”
“Never,” he growled possessively, and I clung to him.
“Take my clothes off,” I said, and he let me down on the bed.
He looked at me splayed on the bed like that like a savage. Then he acted like one, too, tearing down the middle of my designer dress as if it were nothing but rags. The fabric ripped in shreds, sequins and pearls flew everywhere, white fabric slipping from my body and pooling on the floor. He stared at me like that, bared open for him with my feet still in the heels he’d chosen for me; nothing else. He’d instructed me not to wear lingerie and, ever the good girl, I’d obliged.
“You’re beautiful,” he muttered darkly.
“So why won’t you touch me?” I whispered, my hands sliding over my slender body. “Why won’t you take this for yourself?”
He didn’t say a word, only staring at me.
“Almost every night you make me sleep alone,” I said. “Someone could take me.”
“They wouldn’t dare,” he groaned when I slipped my fingers between my lips and sucked on them hard. “They wouldn’t dare so much as to look at what’s mine.”
“But you won’t have me,” I said. “You won’t let go. You won’t train me. You won’t teach me.”
“I can’t,” he said, his voice rough, on the verge of breaking.
“Why not?” I whispered. “Why not, Thorn?”
My hands went down as he stared at me, down, down, down, and between my legs, opening my sex and showing him how wet I was for his hungry eyes.
“Fuck,” he muttered as I positioned my finger over my clit, lingering over the bundle of nerves and ready to make myself come at the nearest opportunity. “Stop, Rose.”
“I’m not stopping,” I told him plainly.And then two fingers went inside my cunt, and one inside my asshole while he watched. I moaned myself towards an orgasm, fucking myself as his fists grew tighter and tighter, his knuckles so white I thought he’d bust a goddamn vein.
“Tell me,” I begged him while I played with myself. “Tell me why I’m not good enough to be trained by you, Master…”
“You are,” he breathed, and I pushed another finger into my cunt, moaning obscenely. “Fucking shit, Rose, would you stop that?”
“Nuh-uh,” I shook my head, licking my bottom lip when I felt myself nearing that inevitable orgasm. “Not until you tell me why you’re so…”
I moaned. So close.
“Why you’re SO…”
“I’m what?” he asked urgently, taking a step closer.
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” I cried out, verging right on the precipice. One more push of my fingers, and I would be coming.
“Stop it,” he said, sounding like he were in pain. “Last fucking warning, Rose.”
“No,” I growled and fucked myself harder.
It was coming, building inside me. The second I fell, he was on me, his mouth swallowing my moan, and his hand forcing my fingers out of me. He slipped between my legs, his mouth hungry as I cried out his name, latching onto me and drinking from my pussy like it was going to be the last thing he tasted in his whole life.
“Thorn,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Thorn, tell me. Please!”
He paid no mind to me. He fucking feasted on my pussy, sucking my clit, licking desperately until I came apart on his tongue. I felt the pressure building, and suddenly there was no way of holding back anymore. With a cry, my pussy squirted on his willing tongue, and he lapped me up, tasting every drop of my arousal. I cried out in shame, but he wouldn’t let me squirm away - he kept fucking drinking.
Once he was sated, he rose above me, his eyes dark and cloudy, as he took in my shaking naked form.
“I need to show you something,” he muttered, and I sat up, still feeling dizzy from my orgasm. “I need you to come with me.”
Chapter 7
Rose
He gave me some of my clothes that were kept in the playroom: a pair of leggings and a long top with a hoodie over it. I felt strange dressed casually around him, but he didn’t seem to mind. He even zipped my hoodie closed and pulled the hood on for me, and when he did, the ghost of a smile was still present on his handsome face.
“Where are we going?” I asked, but he wouldn’t give me an answer, only took my hand and led me out of the playroom.
We went back upstairs, through rooms and hallways that I knew well by then, but then he took me down a staircase I hadn’t descended before. He held my hand more gently than ever and slowly led me through a long hallway into a room made of glass. There was a door at the back of the sunroom, and it was open.
The scent of fresh air hit my nostrils, and I panicked, hiding behind him and suddenly feeling afraid of the outside. I hadn’t formally stepped out in months, apart from the time I spent on the balcony or terrace, but now here I was, only a few excruciating steps away from my freedom.
“Are you making me l-leave?” I asked in a shaky voice, and Thorn chuckled, holding my waist.
“Of course not, silly girl,” he grunted in response. “I want to show you something. Come on. Hold my hand.”
Slowly, my fingers found their way into his hand, and we intertwined them. He led me through the beautiful sunroom towards the exit.
It was dark outside, the sky a deep indigo with dozes on glittering silver stars. Thorn didn’t say a word as he stepped outside, my a
rm stretching to him as I hesitated on the doorstep of the sunroom.
“Don’t be afraid,” he told me gently, looking back at me. “Come with me.”
Fearfully, I took the biggest leap of my life and stepped into the starry night with him. I gasped when I was finally outside, my feet in sneakers but still feeling the wet dewdrops that had already formed on the grass blades outside. I stared up at the glorious sky, at the stars, and I felt lost in a universe of Thorn’s creation. Then I quickened my pace and followed him down a pathway, leading away from the Mansion.
“Where are we going?” I asked again.
An irrational fear awoke inside me, convinced he was going to hurt me, discard of me, because I wasn’t good or important enough. I couldn’t let him do it, so I dug my heels into the ground, forcing him to come to a stop.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, staring into my eyes. “Come on. We’re not there yet.”
“Don’t hurt me,” I begged him without shame. “Let me stay with you.”
He pondered my words for a second then took a step closer, wrapping an arm possessively around my shoulders.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” he muttered darkly. “You’re fucking never getting away from me, and I’m not going to hurt you unless you want it. Now, come on, Rose, and stop stalling.”
I followed him willingly this time. He led me down the winding path towards the edge of the cliff the Mansion was built on. I’d admired the view before, but this time, he wasn’t leading me towards the beach that lay below us, but instead, to a large lit up garden behind the house.
“What is this place?” I whispered as we reached it.
“It’s the rose garden,” he finally answered, and after a moment’s thought, he let go of my hand.
For a moment, I felt lost. Then one thought unleashed itself in my mind, angry and loud and shouting one single word at me with more despair than ever.
