by Dani René
“Do you have eyes on the back of your head, Mr. Ashcroft?” I giggle, padding into the kitchen, flopping onto the stool. When he turns around, I notice how his eyes seem to lighten as he meets my gaze.
“I have eyes wherever you are, my beautiful diamond,” he utters the words like a vow. A promise that he’s not letting me out of his sight again.
“Good,” I smile, sitting back, and watching him flip a pancake. Who knew a man as devilish as he is could flip dough in a pan? “How long did I sleep?”
“Seven hours. Since we got home.”
“Have you slept at all?” I ask, as he sets a large steamy mug down in front of me filled to the brim with coffee.
“Partially. I’ve been planning,” he responds, planting a chaste kiss on my nose.
“Planning?”
“Carrick and I have a plan. This weekend, we’ll get your mother off your back, off my back for good.” At the mention of the evil bitch, I can’t help shuddering. “Hey,” Nate coos and his hands cup my face, making sure I look at him. “She’s not going to hurt you anymore.”
“I just can’t come face to face with her again, Nate.”
“You don’t have to. If you want to come down to Sins and be there for the scene, you’re welcome to. If you don’t, then you will stay here.”
“Scene? You’re doing a scene with her?” I squeak incredulously.
“No, I’ve got someone who’s going to make sure she gets a taste of her own medicine,” Nate says proudly. He plants another kiss on me, this time on my lips. The warmth he exudes settles over me causing me to moan.
“Tell me who. I want to know what you’re planning.”
“Okay. But first, we eat.” With a flourish, he turns and finishes up the breakfast he’d been preparing for god knows how long, because when he sets a plate in front of me, it’s piled high with pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and tomato.
With my mind still reeling on the plan he’s got, I dig into the delicious meal. The thought of seeing my mother again is something I’d been dreading.
One long day has passed and tonight we’re setting wheels in motion to free Nate and me from my mother’s evil clutches. Stalking into Sins feels different. The long flowing black dress Nathan bought me is incredibly tight and all eyes turn to me as I enter with his arm gently, yet possessively wrapped around me. His fingertips graze the bare skin where the dress has been cut out against my hip, to show off my smooth tanned curves.
“You look beautiful, Sweet Slut,” Nate murmurs against my ear, causing me to tremble with an ache that tightens my belly. He’s in role. I’m his pet in here.
“And you look handsome, Sir,” I utter, my voice dropping low so only he can hear me. We reach the bar, and I offer Dylan a smile.
“Hey, chicka,” he smiles. His face lighting up when he sees me on Nate’s arm. Dylan has been here for far too long not to know what the clients are like. I’m sure he’s heard the stories that have filtered to me from the other toys that Nathan’s taken. Only this time, I know things are different.
“Have a bottle of your finest champagne delivered to the back room of The Chambers, we have a private party.” Dylan nods at Nate’s command and we turn to find Mason and Savvie on stage. Her beautiful blonde hair shimmers like gold as she twirls in the air.
“And that is our show for this evening. I trust you enjoyed it and we hope to see you again soon,” Mason smirks, bowing to the audience.
“Do you want to do that?” Nate whispers in my ear as we head down the hallway to where tonight’s show is about to play out in one of the darkest scenes I’ll witness. I don’t know if I’ll stomach it, but from what I’ve heard of Oliver Michaelson, he’s a savage.
“Maybe, I love the rope.” My voice is low. I know Nathan is trying to distract me, but now that we’re here, the anxiety twirls in my stomach.
As soon as we step into the viewing room, I come face to face with a handsome man, a silver fox if you must. His full head of salt and pepper hair has more gray than black, but his face is young looking. He’s dressed in a pinstripe black suit. A silver shirt and black tie under the dark jacket pop in the dimly lit room. Soft red lighting seems to make him look scarier.
He’s tall, probably over six-feet. With his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, he turns his green stare on us. “Nathan,” he says, oozing sex, danger, and pure vengeance in his smirk. If someone could make me cower, it would be him. His clean shaven rigid jaw is angular, with a sharp nose, and severe expression, shows that this man means business.
“Oli,” Nate shakes his hand which causes Oliver to smile. He actually grins and I’m trapped in his lure. Small dimples at the edge of his mouth appear, showing off a handsome man that I’m sure would have any woman, or man, falling to their knees.
His gaze falls on me, pinning me with a sinful stare that almost has my knees buckling. He reaches for my hand, his touch is gentle, commanding, and utter dominance. “Pleased to meet you, Sweet Slut,” he breathes, his lips find my knuckles and heat sizzles through me.
“That’s enough, Oli,” the man beside me, my Dominant, growls. Once this handsome stranger releases me, I’m tugged into Nate’s arms. “Go do your job and quit trying to steal my submissive.” The warning earns Sir a chuckle, but he doesn’t respond. Merely bows and heads out the door and into the main room.
23
Nate
When I look at Eva, I know she’s enamored with him. Oliver has a way of weaving a spell around anyone. That’s why, man or woman, he’s had them all at his feet.
When I met Oliver in college, he took me under his wing teaching me the ways of being a Dominant. Even though I’m not a sadist like him, I find that he understood my need for humiliation. He got to the root of my problem. When I was younger, I’d been through it, humiliated because of my upbringing, of who I was. Not exactly the most popular kid in school.
That in turn slowly led me down this sordid path that’s now turned into something sexual. That’s how I found my outlet. To do it to someone else. Namely a beautiful woman. And strangely, when I found out how many women wanted that treatment, I was shocked.
Oliver, now in his early forties still has the grace, the charm, and that dominant streak that causes men and women to turn their heads when he walks into a room. For years, I’d confided in him. When I told him about Emelia, he responded with “I knew it,” shocking me. Apparently, he’d seen that she wasn’t what I needed, but I was so damn blind to her that I was deaf to any advice.
He told me that he wanted to let me play it out. In this lifestyle, it’s intense, emotions run high. It’s deeper, more emotional than any other ‘normal’ relationship because you’re not only loving someone, you’re giving them full control over your body, mind, and soul. Ultimate submission. That’s why a lot of the time submissives become overly attached. They think it’s love when it’s merely need.
Eva cuts through my thoughts when she speaks. “Have you…? I mean—”
“No, Eva. I haven’t fucked Oliver. I’ve watched him with both men and women, but never have I been with him,” I tell her, pulling her into the crook of my arm. She looks utterly sinful tonight. The dress hugs every inch of her—all those tiny nooks I want to devour.
“Okay, I was curious,” she says watching him set up the room. There are whips, canes, even a small bench which I know he’s going to use to bind her to. He is the perfect man to pull the information from her. To make her feel safe, then really punish her. Something tells me he’s going to enjoy this a lot more than he should.
There’s something about the false sense of security he’s going to give her and then suddenly rip the blanket out from under her feet. It’s that agony I hope will make her see what a sick individual she is. My guilt is still something I’m dealing with, all those girls she told me to degrade, to humiliate, didn’t deserve it. They didn’t ask for it. But I did it to save myself.
I’ve made a decision which I still need to talk to Eva about. Giving up
this life and moving away is the first step to a fresh start. Something I need. Something that I want to give Eva because I know she deserves more than this place. More than the memories that will linger every time we walk into Seven Sins.
I want to make her forget her past so she can look forward to a new future. One with me. Where she can be anything she wants to be. I’ll do anything for her. I’m changing myself to keep the woman I love and I couldn’t be happier. When I fell to my knees, for her it dawned on me, she is it. I’d never knelt for another woman. I’d never given myself so wholly to anyone. Not even Emelia.
Eva came into my life, I walked into hers, and slowly we’ve both changed. She’s slowly accepting the way I like things. And even though I no longer bring other women into our scenes, there’s still a lot of other things we have to enjoy. She loves when I take her the way I need. I degrade her, but I love her. She knows it and that’s the difference. She looks into my soul, into the depths of my depravity and she loves my monster that lurks beneath the surface. Something that no one ever has done before.
The door to the viewing room opens and the waiter sets the champagne on the table. Once we’re alone again, I turn to Eva. “I want you to experience anything you want in this lifestyle. I’m here as your protector, your partner, but most importantly, I’m your Dominant,” I utter, trailing my fingertips over her arms. The skin prickles with goosebumps at my touch which makes me smile. “I’m meant to push your limits. Those boundaries are meant to be shoved and broken. Each time we play a scene, I want it to be memorable. And I meant what I said, I will change for you. No more other women, unless you’re comfortable. But don’t doubt, I’ll degrade you in all the deliciously decadent ways, my Sweet Slut.”
I lean in, planting a soft kiss on her lips. They mold to mine in the most perfect way. She’s mine, I shouldn’t have walked away, but this time, she’s not going anywhere. Our tongues dance as I lick into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. A groan rumbles in my throat when she sucks on my tongue, like she would my cock, taunting me and I feel myself thicken, needy for her.
I’d love to shove her against the wall and take her, but soon we’ll have Carrick here and he’s the last person I want seeing Eva naked ever again. Pressing her against the wall with my body, I roll my hips, allowing her to feel my hardness. “This is what you always do to me. I want to fuck you right here, right now. I want to make you cry out as I violate your sweet tight cunt, but that will have to wait,” I tease, pulling away leaving her cheeks flushed, and her breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
“You’re insufferable.” Her retort only earns her a chuckle. She’s cute when she’s angry. I know I love her. This isn’t a passing phaze, it’s real. I feel it down to my very soul. This woman is my forever, and I’ll make sure she knows it every day of her life.
When the door opens again, we’re met with Carrick. He glances between us, nodding at me, but his concentration is on Eva. On my woman.
“How are you, Eva?” he asks, ignoring me.
“I’m good,” she responds. Her gaze flitting between us. “You two need to stand down. This isn’t a pissing contest. And it’s definitely not a place to compare the size of your dicks.” My woman is feisty. Two completely dominant men and she’s telling us what to do.
“Sit,” I tell her, and she obeys. Not a moment too soon the door in the main room opens and her mother walks into the Chamber, along with a young man that can’t be more than twenty. It seems Marissa knows Oliver’s penchant for men. Which makes me wonder if she’s done her research on the room we’re using.
Even if she did, she wouldn’t know about the camera’s set up, filming both her confession, and her being used like a toy. She deserves everything Oliver is going to give her. And more. But for now, all we need is her giving us the truth about what she did with Eva’s inheritance.
24
Eva
The man my mother walks in with is young looking. He’s probably my age, early twenties with messy golden hair, blue eyes the color of the sky, and a lean frame. She’s dressed in a red pencil skirt and jacket to match, with a black blouse underneath.
“I’ve brought you a toy, Oliver. This is Trey. I’ve heard you like them young. He’s just turned twenty-one,” she says. Her voice is cold—void of any emotion—just like I remember. “Sit,” her order is harsh as she spits it toward the young man.
“Thank you, Marissa. You’re very kind, but tonight, we’re playing by my rules. Will you obey me?” Oliver’s deep rumble comes over the speakers. My mother nods. “Good.” He stalks to the young man, reaching for his face, he cups it in his large hand and leans in to plant a kiss on the other man’s lips. The sight of two men kissing turns me on; my nipples harden as I watch their tongues duel, their bodies flush against each other. And it causes me to wonder what they’d look like naked. Two hard bodies, two cocks.
“Are you enjoying the show, Sweet Slut?” Nate murmurs in my ear.
“Yes,” I rasp, my voice husky.
“Perhaps one day Oli will allow you to watch him. He does love an audience.” The illicit promise sends heat between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together. When their kiss breaks, Oliver turns a sinful smirk our way before turning back to my mother.
“Your kink for dominating, but sitting on the sidelines is something of a talent, Marissa,” he says, leaving the younger man flushed.
“What can I say? I like to watch.”
Oliver nods, stalking toward the door, he opens it and there waiting on the other side is a brunette, she’s my height, her curves almost match mine and her eyes, they’re the same hue as mine. She could be my sister. “I have a little pet for you to play with, I know you like young girls,” he says, turning to face my mother as he pulls the submissive into the room.
My gaze snaps to Nate, and then Carrick; I know the concern is etched on my face because both men give either of my shoulders a reassuring squeeze.
As they continue their scene, my mother sits back on the sofa, and orders the young man to guide his cock into the submissives mouth. “Deeper. Do it like you want to break her,” she bites out. It’s vile, and I find myself hiding my face in the crook of Nathan’s neck. The sounds of a girl choking echo around us and I find tears springing to my eyes.
“Stop,” Oliver commands and all sounds cease. “Time for me to play. Marissa, strip, now,” he says in a no-nonsense tone. I watch as she smirks evilly at the man ordering her around. There’s no denying him. He’s in full on Dominant mode and a fearful shudder shoots through me. When I glance back at the room, my mother is now standing in a black leather corset, her panties match. I’m morbidly fascinated by what Oliver is about to do as he grabs her wrist, pulling her over to a bench which I recognize as a spanking bench.
No words are spoken. She follows his instruction as he bends her over with a sneer. He continues to bind her to the contraption. “I don’t see what the point of this is, Oliver. I mean—” Before she can finish her sentence, he lifts the whip that was lying on the bed and brings it down on her legs.
“You see, Marissa, a good friend gave me a call,” Oli speaks in a tone so calm, it’s as if he’s telling a bedtime story. He’s behind her, nudging his chin he orders the other two out of the room. Once the lock clicks, he brings the whip down on her again.
“Oliver.”
Ignoring her plea, he continues. “You’ve been a bad person all your life.” Another harsh swat and I see her arms and legs tugging at the metal restraints. “Me. I’m a vile person, I love inflicting pain.” SWAT. “And when I do, it brings me joy, especially when I know that the person is deserving of it.” He drops the whip, picks up a cane, and even I cringe.
The wooden cane is not to be taken lightly. I’ve seen what it can do. He lifts it, and brings it down on her panty covered ass. Seeing my mother cry is something otherworldly. The menacing sound of the bamboo swishing through the air sounds like a serpent ready to attack.
Again and again.
Another
and another.
Each time her screeches get louder. Her pain resonates through the room. A living force.
“My friend, Nathan said that you’ve been doing things that are… possibly illegal. Tell me about them,” he says, it’s such a gentle sound compared to the way he’s attacking her. “Tell me, Marissa, I won’t ask again.” He halts the lashings for a moment and then I hear it.
I hear the confession.
“I wanted to hurt Evangeline because she’s not my daughter. I met her father when she was only a year old. Her mother died in childbirth. I fell in love with him. He was everything to me, but she…she was always his fucking light. I was second to her and I hated it.” The venom she spits her words with courses through my veins. She’s not my mother. All these years I cried for the love of a woman, I hated a woman who I thought was a mother and she was nothing more than a gold-digging whore.
“You wanted her gone? You had her brutally assaulted by your piece of shit partner, who by the way, is in the room beside us. A friend of mine is having some fun with him.” When Oliver picks up a blade, fear grips me.
“What is he doing?” I ask, glancing at Nathan who’s enraptured by the scene before us. “Carrick?” I turn to my best friend.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Carrick answers me, but his eyes are glued to Oliver in the room.
“Tell me, Marissa. Did you enjoy seeing her violated?” Oli runs the blade over her corset, pushing the tip into her flesh and then I see a trickle of crimson. “I love knife play, it’s so dangerous. I mean… if you move, I could hurt you severely. Couldn’t I, Marissa?”
“Please, stop this. I’ve told you why I did it.”
“Now you’ll tell me where all that money you stole from her is hidden.” He taunts, as the knife trails down to her core. I know if she just so much as wriggles it’s going to be painful.
