by J. L. Beck
“Thank you,” I murmur, leaning against his chest. I close my eyes enjoying the aftermath of the endorphin rush, and though he doesn’t say anything I know he feels the same things I’m feeling. A invisible teether, pulling us together, bringing us closer and closer together.
Chapter Seven
Ivan
Her tiny body leans against mine and I know if I wasn’t holding her up right now her knees would buckle underneath her. Her cheeks are flush and she’s still trying to get her breathing under control and then I realize… I am too. Fuck that was hot. Her pussy was so tight around my finger, clenching and squeezing the fucking life out of me. I want nothing more than to plunge my dick deep inside her, to feel her pussy squeeze my dick like she did with my finger moments ago.
My balls ache and my cock is so hard I don’t know if it will ever go down again. I groan knowing that I can’t have her. Not this way...not any way. She isn’t mine to keep, mine to have.
I reach for the shampoo and squeeze some into her hair. With my free hand I start washing her, massaging her scalp while moving the suds through her long hair. I wish more than ever that we were in another world where I could have her, make her mine.
“What’s the checking thing you were talking about?” I question for a moment if I should tell her or not. Would it be worse to know? If she knows and fights them then she could get hurt, but if she knows and is prepared maybe it’ll be easier for her.
Then again she might be just as scared. I don’t internally argue with myself until after I’ve rinsed out her hair. By that time she regained some strength and can stand on her own again. She turns to look at me, her big blue eyes pleading with me.
Fuck, I know then I’m going to tell her, even if I don’t want too. She’s got this pull on me, something about her makes me want to do the right thing. I hand her a washcloth after squirting some soap on it. She takes it and starts washing herself, well I start on myself.
“We have a doctor come and check out each of you to make sure you aren’t sick and don’t have any diseases that can be given to the buyer.” I pause briefly, not wanting to say the rest. “They also check to make sure each of you are still virgins. We only sell virgins because they bring in the highest paying dollar and usually these things are checked when they bring you in, but this time around the doctor wanted to wait.”
Violet gives me a shocked expression, “So they will just take me somewhere and force me to lay there well they inspect me?”
I gulp, “Yes. One of the guards will come and get you, and take you down to the doctors office. There you will strip, and get into the chair.”
“What happens if I don’t want to do it?” She whispers her voice quiet. I think she already knows the answer to the question she’s asking me, but I answer her anyway, just to prove how horribly dangerous this could be for her.
“If you don’t do as they tell you they’ll hurt you. It will happen one way or another, Violet. And if you keep fighting them, then they’ll give you a sedative. If they do that then…”
“Then I can’t protect myself…” She finishes for me. The idea of one of the other men touching makes me furious, it makes me want to break bones, rip flesh, kill and destroy. Every instinct inside me tells me to claim her, but I can’t and it’s fucking killing me. When all of this is over I’ll have to let her go. When it comes time for the auction everything I did here won’t matter, and I hate that.
Violet rinses all the suds off her body, and then I do the same. Once we’re both clean, we step out and I dry her off, wrapping her hair up just like I did the other day.
She smiles up at me, but there is a sadness in those big blues, “I’m sorry about what happened the other night. About slapping you and yelling at you.”
The truth was she has no reason to be sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed her, shook her, I shouldn’t have hurt her over the memory of my sister.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I wrap a towel around my middle, shielding my still rock hard cock.
“I do though. I don’t know who Mira is, and I shouldn’t have assumed something.” Her name being said out loud especially from Violet’s mouth pisses me off. But I’m not angry at Violet, no this anger is all mine.
“It’s really okay. I shouldn’t have lashed out over a nightmare.” Violet doesn’t look like she believes me and that’s fine. I don’t want to talk about my dead sister anymore, or how she came about to be dead in the first place. Instead I walk over to my dresser and pull out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers tossing them to her. She pulls the boxers up and then pulls my t-shirt on over her head.
It swallows her slim body whole, and for the first time I look at her, really look at her. She looks good in my clothes, and the comparison of my body to hers is yet another reminder of why I need to protect her. She’s so small and feeble. I drop the towel wrapped around my middle without thought, and pull on a pair of clean boxers.
“What’s going to happen to me Ivan? I’ve been here awhile. I don’t know how long exactly, but I do know that this auction you keep talking about has to be coming up soon?”
She asks me questions she knows I shouldn’t answer but ones I can’t deny answering.
“I shouldn’t really tell you.” I mumble, heading towards the bed. I’m exhausted, and after forcing myself to be away from her for two days I miss her being here in my bed beside me.
“Please don’t keep this from me. I need to know how much time I have left.” She states matter-of-factly talking like she is waiting for her death sentence… and maybe she is.
My chest hurts thinking about it, thinking about handing her over to some rich fuck so that he can violate her. I’m sending her to be broken in the worst ways.
“Ten days… you have ten days.”
She shakes her head slowly as if the has to digest the information.
“Can I ask you something else?” Her voice sounds unsure and she looks up at me almost embarrassed. I nod and she continues.
“Why can’t you keep me? Can’t you just ask your boss if you can have me, or you buy me yourself? I could work off the money.”
I walk up to her and kneel right in front of where she is sitting on the bed. I take both of her hands in mine and look at her.
“Trust me, if I thought there was even a sliver of a chance that he would let me have you I would do it in a heartbeat. But it just doesn’t work like that. Rossi has a zero policy on weaknesses. If he were to find out that you mean anything to me, he would kill you with a smile on his face.”
A small gasp escaped her lips. I know all of this probably scares her but everything I’m telling her is the truth. Maybe that makes me an asshole, or but I'd rather her know than have her assume I don't want her at all.
“So you would keep me if you could?” I feel us moving closer and closer into uncharted waters. I've never wanted anything like I want Violet but confessing it makes me feel weak. And claiming her is only going to prove that further.
“I would help you… but I wouldn't keep you even if I could.” Regret fills my body as soon as the words leave my lips and I see the pain of rejection in her eyes. I get up and turn away from her unable to look at her despair any longer. Telling her how I feel about her… how I would keep her forever if I could would only make things worse. It would make this already complicated situation much more complicated.
“You can stay here at night but you have to go back to your the cell during the day.” I hate it but this is the only thing I have left to offer her.
“Every night?” She asks, perking up a bit. Is sit down next to her on the bed and we angle our bodies so were looking at each other.
“If you want, yes.” She nods furiously at my offer, her eyes lighting up.
“I can come and get you after they bring you food at night, but I have to take you back before anyone notices in the morning.”
“Okay,” she whispers and forces a smile. I don’t know why I just now realize it, but she might be the bravest p
erson I’ve ever known.
I have no doubt that she is scared shitless and she has every right to be. I wouldn't hold it against her if she was screaming, kicking and crying every time I’ve left her in that cell, but she tries her very best to put on a brave face.
“Come on, let’s get some sleep.” I nudge her to scoot up and lie down but she stops me with a hand to the shoulder.
“What about you?” She looks down at the tent between my legs.
“Don’t worry about me. You don’t have to do anything,” I try to assure her. I don’t want to take anything else for her. She’ll indure enough in the weeks to come.
“But… I want to. I can do it like I did it the other day.” I nearly lose it right then and there. I want her so fucking bad, it hurts, it literally makes my body ache.
“Did you not like it… last time in the shower?” There’s a frown on her lips, and I want to kiss it away. I want to scream from the rooftops how much I fucking loved her tiny hand on my cock, stroking the life out of me.
“Of course, I did.” I shake my head, her brow furrowed in confusion and I know I need to better explain myself simply from the look on her face, “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do something for me, like you’re re-paying me or something. You don’t owe me anything. I would do this stuff for you even if you didn’t give me a hand job, or let me touch you.”
But I would only ever do it for you.
“I really want to do it,” her voice is low but determined and then as if she think she’s strong she takes her tiny hand, and places it on my shoulder, pushing against me in a feeble attempt to get me to lie down. Her small attempt at making me do what she wants me to do has me chuckling.
“Please? I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” She peers up at me, her eyes wide, and looking for acceptance. I lick my lips, knowing I’m going to tell her yes. It’s a losing fucking battle when it comes to telling her no.
“Fine.” I grit my teeth, scooting back up the mattress before lying down, with my hands behind my head. I feel her eyes move over me as she kneels beside me on the bed. She dips her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down over my thighs, once the fabric passes my cock it springs free. Violet seems much more sure of herself this time and I want to tell her how sexy it is, how fucking happy I am that her perfect hands, want to touch such a bad, fucked up person like me.
Without any hesitation she wraps her fingers around my swollen dick. A hiss escapes my lips, from the contact of her hand on my skin. She starts stroking me right away, up and down, up and down. I groan out in pleasure and she smiles at me, adding a little pressure. She’s working me over so well that I have to force my hands to stay behind my head. I want to fucking touch, everywhere.
Using her other hand, she stacks it on top of the other to cover more of my length.
I up at her through hooded eyes and watch her stroke me. Her cheeks and neck are flush and her eyes are filled with lust. She wasn’t lying. There’s no fucking doubt about it...she wants this, she wants me and that excites me. It makes me want things I have no business wanting.
It makes me want her even more.
“Faster kitten,” I order, and she does, her hands start moving faster, well she squeezes me more roughly then she had been before, and I’ll bet if I slipped a hand down between her thighs I’d find her soaked with need, ready for every inch of my cock.
Thinking about her tightness and how fucking good it would feel to be inside of her is what drives me over the edge. I knew I wouldn't last long but fuck I feel like a teenager again. She only stroked me for a few minutes and the tingling in my spine turned into an explosion of pleasure raging throughout my body. I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back against the headboard. She keeps stroking me through my orgams and I feel my warm think come shoot out and onto my stomach.
“Fuck…” I huff, my chest rising and falling like I just sprinted the fucking mile.
When I open my eyes again, she is still kneeling beside me with her hands in her lap and an actual smile on her face. Not a forced or fake one...no this is a genuine smile and I don’t fucking get it. How can she be so happy about doing something as mundane as beating me off?
I get up from the bed, and clean myself off, pulling my boxers up in the process, when I come back to the bed, I rest my back against the headboard. She moves up towards me and leans in as if she wants to kiss me but is not sure if it’s okay to do. She should know by now how much I want her lips on mine. Grabbing onto her, I pull her close. Our lip crash together and she snakes her arms around my neck pulling me in even closer until there is no space between us at all.
She’s so perfect, and everything I can never have. I kiss her gently, like she’s going to break if I don’t and then I hold her in my arms. She starts to doze off, and I relish in the comfort of actually being able to hold her in my arms. I’ve held her in my arms before, but never after something so domestic.
My eyes start to flutter closed and I’m about to go to sleep when a loud knocking on my door has both of us on high alert. Immediately Violet’s body starts shaking in my hold. Her eyes are wild with fear and all I want to do is tell her that everything is going to be fine but even I know that’d be giving her a false sense of hope.
“Just a second.” I yell to whoever is on the other side of the door. Violet looks at me as if I can save her but I’m sure she knows better by now.
“Hide in there.” I whisper, pointing towards the small closet to the right of the room. She gets up scurrying across the floor, her legs shake showing her fear. I get up as well, and pull on a pair of flannel pjs. I wait until she’s hidden inside the closet and the doors closed before I walk to the front door. I undo the locks, and grip onto the knob and suck in a deep breath. I make sure all emotions are void from my face before I twist the knob and pull the door open.
“Ivan,” Yulie greets me, a sinister smile on his lips. Of course he walks into my apartment without seeking permission, and I have no choice but to step aside and let him come in, that’s just how this world works. I shouldn’t have anything hide, and I don’t minus the tiny woman hiding in my bedroom closet. I grind my teeth together, as I clench my jaw to stop myself from saying something that will definitely get me in fucking trouble.
I wouldn't be surprised if I end up breaking a tooth tonight.
“Yulie, I didn't know you made late night house calls.” I joke, closing us inside.
“Well there is a pressing matter that cannot wait until morning.”
“Is that so?” I lift a brow curiously. Certainly if there was a real pressing issue Rossi would have called me, right?
“Yes, I just moved the doctor visit up. He’ll be here first thing in the morning to check out all the girls.” I didn’t miss the way Yulie looked around the room, as if he was going to find something he shouldn’t. He wasn’t here just to tell me something...he was here to investigate.
“What’s the rush?” I fold my arms across my bare chest. In fight I’d have Yulie beat ten to one. The fucker was a toothpick, a twig I could snap in half in a second.
“I need a new plaything sooner than expected. Mine… seems to have broken. Poor thing was beautiful as hell. I guess I’m just too hard on them.” A evil smile spreads across his face and I know exactly what he is saying. I force a smile, hoping he buys it.
“So that’s why I want this done tomorrow, so I can have a new toy… or two. I really hope number five will be available. I'd love to have her as my new pet. Luca told me she’s in need of breaking, and you know how good at that I am.”
My self restraint is being tested like never before. My hands twitch with a caranl need to rip his heart out of his chest and shove it down his throat. He wants Violet. My kitten. Mine. The word didn’t even exist in my mind before she came along, all I know is that I can’t let it happen. I know what he does to his girls and they never last longer than a few weeks… some only a few days.
When she
goes to the auction I can at least hold on to the illusion that it’s not going to be that bad for her. Maybe the guy will just be into control and not pain. Maybe she could actually have a decent life? know it’s a long shot, but I can’t let myself think that there is no hope for her. I can’t let her go unless there is a sliver of a chance that she could come out of this dark world alive.
If Yulie takes her there is no such hope. He will use her and break her in every way imaginable until there is nothing more to break. Violet will never survive a man like him.
“So you woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me you moved up the doctor coming in, to tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I thought you’d be excited too. Maybe we both can take number five for a spin. I could see if I can get one of the men to make sure she’s used, before the check. Of course we’d have to kill him afterwards, but we don’t have to tell him that,” he snickers and slaps a hand on my back like we are old pals. All I want to do is smash his face against the wall.
“I guess I’m not that much in need,” I shrug. “I’ll make sure everything is running smoothly tomorrow and I’ll let you know which girls are available as soon as the doctor tells me.” I already know which one won’t be.
“Alright then, you have a good night then...or what’s left of it.” I walk him over to the door and open it for him. The asshole can’t leave my place quick enough.
“We’ll talk tomorrow then...don’t let me wait too long, Ivan.”
“Of course, enjoy the rest of your night as well.”
I shut the door behind him and lock the deadbolt into place. I walk back to the bedroom wondering if Violet heard any of our conversation. As soon as I pull the closet door open and see her huddled up in the furthest corner I know for a fact she heard at least some of it. She is making herself as small as she can with her arms wrapped around center. Light filters into the closet, and the look in her eyes reminds me of those of a feral cat.
