“Can I come, please?” I moan, as he circles around inside me.
“Hmm … Where do you want to be touched?” he asks. “There … or there.” He moves his finger to my clit, pressing down on it and rubbing it, making it throb with excitement.
“There! God, yes,” I moan, unable to control my words.
I can’t deny that it feels good, even though I hate him for what he did. My body craves his touch, and my clit loves the attention he’s giving. His grip on my throat only grows stronger, more powerful, overtaking me as I gasp for air and for the impending orgasm. The more he teases my pussy and licks my neck, the more eager I am to do what he wants; even though it goes against everything that I stand for. After what he just did to me, coming should be the last thing on my mind. Instead, it’s the first.
“C’mon, Princess. Come for me,” he growls. “Do it now!”
My body responds to his voice alone, convulsing on his command. I fall apart in his arms, barely able to keep standing as waves of ecstasy flow through me. The warm water of the shower tingles on my skin, making me hyper-alert of his fingers caressing my body, keeping me standing. He spins me on my feet. I blink a couple of times, and when I open my eyes, he’s smiling broadly at me.
“Good little Princess … finally listening to what I tell you to do. A little cold water is all it took for you to obey me.”
“Oh, fuck you …” I mutter, still trembling from my orgasm.
He narrows his eyes, “Say that again, and I’ll keep you under a cold shower for an entire day.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Don’t.”
“What are you going to do about it?” he muses, taunting me.
He’s still reveling in the fact that he won and that he’s in control. It’s almost as if it’s a drug to him or something … like this is what he’s been longing for all this time.
He kisses my cheek, still rubbing my pussy. With his other hand, he holds my arm as he leans in to whisper, “On your knees.”
I don’t have the chance to do it on my own. His hand’s already forcing me down, making me drop to my knees. His hard-on is right in my face, bobbing up and down when he sees me glancing at it.
“Are you that eager?” He licks his lip, biting on his lip ring. “Go on then. Have a taste.”
I look up. “I can’t.” I jerk my arm. “My arm would be contorted.”
He smiles, gazing at me with half-mast eyes. “And you think I’m going to free you?” He laughs. “Not a chance.” And then he steps closer, pushing his cock right up in my face. “This should give you enough space. Now open that mouth before I force it open.”
I don’t even want to know how he’d force it open, so I think the safest option is doing it myself. The moment my lips part, his cock pushes in, not giving me a second to adjust. The salty taste of his pre-cum drips on my tongue as he slides into my mouth with ease.
“You have such a pretty mouth,” he says. “Why use it for useless talks if it can suck a cock?”
He grabs a fistful of my hair and holds onto my head as he pushes in and out of my mouth, his cock throbbing with excitement. “You gonna pleasure me, Princess? Gonna make me explode in your throat?”
I shake my head, but he thrusts in nonetheless. “You should have nodded,” he muses, and then he pinches my nose, closing off my only airway. Shoving his cock into the back of my throat, he keeps it there, making me gag. I can’t breathe, and the only thing I can think about is wanting him to come quickly, so it’s over.
But why is it when I think of him coming that my pussy thumps? This shouldn’t turn me on.
“Bad girls get punished by having a cock down their throat. And you’ve been a very, very bad girl, Vanessa,” he says, his voice so low that it gives me goosebumps.
Somehow, his dirty words don’t seem as much of a punishment as what he did before. They actually make me want to do this to avoid further punishment that involves pain.
When he takes his cock out, I cough and suck in much-needed air.
“Take it like a good girl and you’ll get the cum you need,” he growls.
He groans as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, making me choke on my own saliva. With one hand, he holds onto my hair like a ponytail, shoving my face into his groin.
He grabs my chin and tilts my head. “Look at me when I’m fucking your face, Princess.”
His piercing eyes make me want to come again.
Jesus Christ, what has he done to me?
I can smell the salty tang of pre-cum and sweat; hot water streams down my body, hardening my nipples and rushing down my sensitive clit, and for some reason, I like it. I’m being face-fucked, and it all seems so unreal. Nobody has ever done this to me, and the weird thing is that I don’t even mind.
“Want my cum that much, Princess?” he says, taking his cock out to give me a second to breathe.
I gasp but don’t have time to respond as he thrusts back in again. I have trouble taking him because he’s huge, and I can feel the metallic barbell piercing in the back of my throat.
Suddenly, he slaps my cheek softly. “Take it,” he growls. “You know how to suck a cock, now fucking use that filthy tongue of yours. Put it to good use.”
His groans become louder and louder as my tongue swivels across his length. I don’t know why hearing his voice creates goosebumps on my skin, but it does.
“I’m gonna fucking come down your throat, Princess. Bad girls only get cum for dinner,” he growls, thrusting faster and faster.
I can’t keep up; I’m gagging and covering his cock in my spit, but this only seems to make him hornier. The look on his face has me mesmerized, and he’s forcing me to witness how he looks when he comes in my mouth. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic … so fucking filthy that I can’t help but want it.
“Yes, Princess, suck my cock like a good girl.”
I can feel his cock pulsate on my tongue, ready to burst. He howls and he grabs my hair with both hands and shoves my face right up to his base. Then he explodes in my mouth, a jet of seed spouting into the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“Yes, yes! Fucking choke on my cum!” he growls. The spurts keep coming, filling up my mouth to the point of overflowing. “Swallow it all!” he says, slapping my cheek again. “Don’t spill a fucking drop.”
I do what he says. Not just because he demands it, but also because I want to. It actually tastes good.
His flaccid cock slowly slips from my sore mouth and he wipes the remaining cum off my cheek and pushes it into my mouth. “I told you to eat it all.”
“Sorry,” I say when he takes his finger from my mouth again.
For a moment, I think I spot a faint smile, but it vanishes all too quickly.
He holds out his hand, and for a few seconds, I don’t know what to do. But then he signals me to take it and I do. He helps me up, which I didn’t expect. Why is he being so nice now, even though he said he wasn’t? And then I realize it’s because he is nice. He just doesn’t want to be.
He’s taking his anger at his own emotions out on me.
Maybe there is a part of him that still likes me.
While I contemplate the possibilities, he grabs the soap and starts washing me like a doll he needs to clean. He’s meticulous and doesn’t skip a spot, making sure to give special attention to my sizzling hot ass and ample breasts. He seems to enjoy it a little too much. I wonder what he’s planning … this is unlike him. It’s as if he’s grooming me for something. Molding me into whatever he desires so I’ll more easily accept his plans.
After cleaning up, he steps out of the tub and hands me a towel. Then he walks out the door with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. My chains are still locked, so nowhere to go for me. I hope he’s coming back … I shouldn’t be hoping that, but then again, he’s my only way out of these cuffs.
When the door opens again, something dangles on his finger and he’s showing it off first.
It’s a steel band—thick and
shiny like aluminum.
The smile that appears next creeps me out. “Surprise!” he muses, chuckling as he steps in.
I look up and frown. “What’s that?”
“For you,” he says, walking toward me. “Picked it up at a kinky store while I was out for a walk.” I gasp, which makes him smile. “What? You didn’t think I’d just sit here and waste time, did you?” he muses.
He grabs the key lying on the sink and takes off the cuffs, and then he helps me step out of the tub. He spins me around until my back is against his firm chest. Holding the steel band in front of me, he places a kiss on my neck.
“You’re my dirty little Princess, Vanessa. Mine. You’re not going anywhere without me or my permission … That cage is not enough. The cuffs aren’t enough. Even that belt around your neck isn’t enough. But something like this will do to restrain you.”
He turns the band around in his hand, showing me the small ring attached to the back. He fishes something from his pocket, a clicker, and presses it. The band springs open, as well as my eyes.
“This is to celebrate you becoming my pet … and to keep you from running away while I take my vengeance out on your body.” He puts the band around my neck before I get a chance to put a finger in between and clicks it into place, closing it completely.
“No!” I yell.
He puts a hand in front of my mouth and shushes me. He turns me toward the mirror, forcing me to witness the fact that he has put a collar on me … like a real pet.
“Yes, Princess. Look at yourself now. Look at what you’ve become. A dirty little pet … My pet.” He touches the ring around my neck, which twists all around the band. “You thought you could leash me, the monster, but instead, I have leashed you, the pet.” The grin on his face makes me shiver and tears well up in my eyes at the sight of the both of us. What he’s become. What he’s reduced me to.
He presses a kiss to my cheek. “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun toying with you.”
We’re both monsters, and this will be our end.
CHAPTER 19
PHOENIX
A few days later …
For days, I’ve been giving that girl in the closet some food and water, and then chucking her back in there. I honestly don’t know what the fuck to do with her. I can’t free her, but it’s such a waste to let her die. It would make Vanessa less compliant, so I guess I have no other choice but to keep her alive. Besides, I hate killing innocent people. See? I’m not such a bad guy.
The doctor came yesterday. Well, our organization’s doctor, of course. He’s as reliable as a regular one, except he does the dirty jobs, the ones no one else will ever want to take. I mean, who wants to tend to a kidnapped girl? Right.
I had Vanessa tested and myself too, so I’d be a hundred percent sure it’s safe to ravage her. Plus, I didn’t want to use condoms anymore. I want to feel her wet pussy with nothing but my own cock. She’s always been on the pill because I found it in her cabinet, and I make sure she still takes it by forcing it down her throat. I check her mouth every time, so I make sure she doesn’t spit it out. Of course, I assume she doesn’t want my baby anyway. Just thinking about it makes me laugh.
I look at her cage, which stands in the corner of the living room now because I wanted a change of scenery. She’s grinding her teeth, still glaring at me as if she’s going to rip my head off if I come close. I marvel at the sight of her in the new panties that I gave her. It’s black lingerie with a little red skirt, perfect for my pet.
“Comfy?” I ask, as I reposition myself on the couch.
“Hardly.”
“Good.” I smile.
“When are you going to take this thing off me?” she says, pointing to her collar.
“Never,” I muse.
“I’m not an animal,” she hisses.
“You are to me.”
She makes a face. “You know? You’re really a pig when you say things like that.”
“Aw, we can be animals together, babe.” I throw her a kiss in the air, which only seems to annoy her more.
“Is this really how you intend to spend the rest of your days until the cops arrive to take you away? Honestly, I thought you were going to hurt me, or even kill me, but no, you’re keeping me in a cage like some sort of …”
“Pet. Exactly.” I shift forward. “Which is exactly what you are to me. Be happy. It means you’re worthy enough to live.”
“They’ll put you away for a long time once they find me,” she says.
“Who? The cops? I doubt it. They won’t find either of us before we’re dead,” I say, and I really mean it. I don’t think I’m going to make it out alive. I don’t like the thought of dying, but I sure as hell don’t like spending an eternity stuck in prison. I’d rather go out with a bang.
And I’ll make sure to take her with me.
“If Arthur is still out there, he’ll get them to come to my house.”
“Ha, I doubt it. The fucker has probably already bled to death,” I muse.
“You don’t know that,” she says, gazing at me from under her eyelashes. “Maybe he’s still alive. Maybe he’s recovering. Maybe he’ll come for me. And when he does … your head’s going to roll.”
“No, yours is, sweet cheeks. In case you didn’t remember, he wanted you dead.”
“He’ll want you dead, too,” she says. “After what you did to him.”
Sighing, I get up from the couch and grab my duct tape. As I walk to her, she starts protesting.
“Stop, Phoenix. Stop doing that.”
She’s been getting on my nerves a lot. “You talk too much,” I say, as I fish a pair of her panties from my pocket. I briefly smell them, her scent still intoxicating as ever, and then I stuff them in her mouth and stick over some tape. “There.” I smile. “Much better.”
***
VANESSA
I hate him.
I hate him so much.
And yet, when he looks at me like that with that happy smile on his face, I can’t help but wonder what has become of us. I’m a captured woman, stuck in this prison and subjected to his every whim, and he’s the monster who changes his plans and wishes with the snap of a finger. Every day I wonder when he’ll kill me. If he’ll follow through with what he said.
I know he’s done it before. He can do it again.
Just like me.
I don’t remember when we became this way. It just happened. Over the course of the years, our decisions shaped us into the people we are now. But why did we let this happen? Couldn’t we see the consequences? Or were we too blinded by hatred?
I push the thoughts away, but they keep drifting back into my mind. I can’t allow myself to think about the what-ifs and could have beens. I should focus on the here and now, but it’s hard, knowing our history.
Somehow, a little part of me still thinks she can change the inevitable. That she can change herself. And him.
But it’s all futile, and I, more than anyone, should know that feeling for people never leads to anything good.
With this collar around my neck, he reminds me every day of his hold over me. This isn’t the first collar I’ve worn, even though it is the first that’s around my neck. There’s another who’s claimed me as his own before. Not my heart. Not my love. He had my life in his hands as he twisted the little ring around my finger.
It meant the end of Vanessa, the girl who lived for love, and the beginning of the girl who lived for vengeance.
***
Age 19
My body quakes with every step I take. Each one is another toward a destiny I cannot escape … a destiny that will slowly peel the goodness out of my soul.
I had only one choice.
Sacrifice my happiness … or sacrifice his life.
I couldn’t choose heartbreak, so I chose ruin instead.
In a white laced dress covered with crystals and with a necklace made of diamonds, I open the door of my chambers and step out into the hallway. There is no one there
except Arthur, Phillip’s brother, waiting for me. My father is already at the entrance to the aisle, but I don’t dare go there yet.
I glance at Arthur. He smiles and briefly looks up and down my dress. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you,” I say, smiling a little, but it can’t hide the growing sadness inside me. The closer I get, the more desperate I become to escape from this world for just a moment.
He steps forward and grabs my hand when I stumble. “Careful there.”
“I’m sorry; I’m so clumsy.”
“No need to apologize.” He muffles a laugh, and it sounds genuine, something I haven’t heard in a long while. He cocks his head. “Are you okay?”
I sigh and look at him. “That depends on what you want to hear.”
“I want to hear the truth.”
“Hmm …” I nod. “You’re not like your family.”
“So they say,” he says.
His eyes take me in completely, blinking a couple of times while gazing at me without holding back. Like he’s checking me out, even though he knows he’s not supposed to.
It’s not the first time this has happened, and I’m sure now that we’ll become in-laws, it won’t be the last time.
I clear my throat. “But to answer your question, no. Not at all.”
He frowns. “Is it the dress?”
“No.” I look down at the floor.
“Then what?” He tries to look at me, but I turn my head away.
I don’t want him to see the water in my eyes. I push the tears away immediately. I can’t let anyone see them. Especially my mother. Weakness to her means an opportunity to strike, and I can’t give her that chance.
“I’m fine,” I say, and I try to walk ahead, but he’s still holding my hand.
“You’re not. I can tell.”
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