by Olivia Ryann
I’ve never felt more dirty than at that moment, I swear. He groans as the contact between my ass and his thick penis, holding down my legs with a sprawled hand as he thrusts upward.
I won’t lie, it feels kind of good. Kind of taboo and dirty. Like I definitely shouldn’t be doing this, or letting him do it to me.
Then he ups his game by dipping his hand lower, searching for my clit. He finds it effortlessly, stroking it lazily. I close my eyes, leaning my head back against his shoulder, breathing in hard.
God, that feels good. It feels like he’s filling my body with warmth and fire, just from his simple touch. He thrusts upward against me and kisses the nape of my neck.
Then his free hand shapes my breast through the thin fabric of my shirt, finding my nipple already hard. He pinches it hard, drawing a low groan from my throat.
He chuckles. “You like that?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and turn my head away, but there’s no denying it. I like what he’s doing. I’m wet, and only getting closer to orgasm. The vibrator buzzes away, Monster thrusts up against me, and his hand starts rubbing my clit faster.
“Oh,” I cry softly. “Oh god…”
“That’s it, dirty girl. You like how I touch your clit? Or maybe you like the vibrator I put in your pussy? Or is it that you love how I play with your tits?”
His dirty talking just puts me that much closer to the edge. I let out a series of soft little moans, tiny ohs of pleasure.
“I think you’ll like it better if you start calling out my name. Go ahead and say it, don’t be shy. There can be no secrets between us, Fiore.”
His fingers are incessant, strumming my clit of plucking at my breast.
“Oh… oh god…” I call out. “Oh god, Monster…”
I come with a startling series of convulsions, gripping Monster’s shoulder for dear life. I feel as if everything is pouring out of me, while at the same time everything is pouring back in. As I ride the wave, Monster holds me down, thrusting up until he roars suddenly.
He pulses his sticky seed onto my ass and my thighs, groaning quietly afterward. He hits a button on the vibrator’s remote, and it stops buzzing. We rest there for almost a minute, our breathing harsh, just trying to get our bearings on the world again.
Then he slides me off his lap. I stand up, my legs wobbly, his cum dripping down my legs. He swats me, and I move forward a few steps.
He stands up, tucks himself back in his pants, and looks at me, seeming bored.
“Give me the vibrator,” he says, holding his hand out impatiently.
Shamefacedly, I put my hand down between my legs and fish the egg out. I deposit it in his hand, and he tosses it on the desk carelessly.
“I have work to do,” he says. “Close the door on your way out.”
I pull my dress back down and skulk out of the office, closing the door behind me. I make it a few steps down the hallway before I mist up, tears overwhelming me, although I can’t for the life of me figure out why.
16
Katherine
Fiore —
I’ll be gone for a few days. In that time, I want you to think very carefully about what you want. It is my suggestion that you sign these papers while I am gone. If not… we’ll have to talk about it when I get back. I don’t think you want that.
It’s not signed or anything. It’s just presumed that I will know who it’s from, and what he wants.
And I do know, as much as I don’t want to.
I read the note again, creasing it when I finish. I found the note on the bed next to me when I woke this morning. Underneath it, there are documents he wants me to sign. It’s a contract of sorts, agreeing to give my virginity to Monster.
Actually, he asks more than that. He says that by signing the documents, I’d be voluntarily giving up my virginity and the sanctity of my body.
Literally, it says that. The sanctity of my body.
Who would say yes to that? No one in their right mind.
On top of all that, it places the blame for everything — up to and including my abduction — on me.
It’s just sheer lunacy.
Incensed, it is everything I can do not to crumple up the note and just throw it in the corner. But I don’t. Instead I seethe quietly over it, pacing in my room and sitting at my window.
I think of what Monster said to me yesterday. I don’t believe in taking what isn’t mine. That includes your virginity.
When he said he was going to seek other pleasures with me, what exactly did that mean? Somehow, I wasn’t foolish enough to believe he just meant he was going to thrust against my ass from time to time.
I lie in my bed, trying to understand. Then I realize that he’s a murderer and a kidnapper… maybe what I am missing here is simply that he’s crazy. It does make a kind of sense.
Sick, twisted sense… but still sense nonetheless.
Tired of wallowing in doubt, I gather myself and head downstairs. I bring my book along, because The Count of Monte Cristo is so poignant to me. When Edmond is incarcerated in the Château d'If, I can feel his pain so acutely, maybe even more than my own.
Wandering around and looking for a spot to read, I find myself in the orchard that my window looks out onto. The cherry blossoms are just beginning to bloom, their tiny blossoms white with the palest hint of pink. There are about a dozen of them, rising proud against the backdrop of the beige wall.
It’s as if they are defiant of their circumstances. This speaks to me too, in its own way.
Heading down under the cherry blossoms, I settle in at a comfortable looking trunk. From here, I almost can’t see the house at all. It’s quiet here too, the grass below me and the trees overhead. It’s just a world of white blossoms and knotty, dark brown branches.
I leaf through the pages of my book idly, though I’m not concentrating on the words at all. The words of Monster’s letter keep coming back to me, again and again. I can’t let them go.
Every time I think of the line the sanctity of your body, I go cold with dread. What could that mean?
I drowse here beneath the trees, feeling safe here for some reason. Or safer, anyway.
It’s only when I hear footsteps approaching that I wake up, sitting upright. Sin appears through the cherry blossoms, looking relieved when he sees me. He’s wearing his usual outfit of black tactical gear.
For some reason, with the trees in blossom as the backdrop, I find that funny. I giggle a little.
He scowls. “You made us look all over the place for you. We thought you were gone.”
I cock my head at him. “Would that have been so terrible? There’s no way he could’ve held you responsible.”
Sin gives me a sideways look. “I wonder if perhaps we are talking about the same person? Because the man I’m talking about threatened, bullied, and extorted his staff from the very first moment. Perhaps he treats you more kindly.”
I’m struck dumb by that for several long moments. “You know that he owns me for sex, right? I’m not exactly here by my own will.”
Sin looks down, kicking at the grass. “Yes, I know.”
“Okay, well… just be glad that you’re not in my place.” I lean back against the tree’s trunk with a silent sigh.
Sin glances at me, guilt flashing in his eyes. “Is it bad?”
“What, being forced to… do things with him? It’s not ideal.” Somehow, I think that Monster wouldn’t want me to say any more than that, so I just purse my lips.
Looking behind him as though making sure no one is watching, Sin comes closer and kneels down on the ground. My brows arch as he roots around in the pockets of his tactical vest, producing a simple blue package, smaller than the palm of his hand. He tosses it to me, and I stare at it for a second.
A chocolate bar. He’s given me a chocolate bar.
I look up at him, my puzzlement clear. Is this supposed to be some sort of repayment for being Monster’s kept toy?
“It’s local,” Sin says, shr
ugging a shoulder. “It’s really good.”
I don’t know what it’s meant to signify, but I was never one to pass up a treat. Tearing open one end, I inhale the fragrant chocolate. It’s dark as sin, almost no milk in it.
I was always one for milk chocolate, but I break off a piece and pop it in my mouth. My eyes almost roll up in my head from the taste of it. It’s so very bitter, but still darkly sweet. It makes my mouth water.
When I open my eyes again, Sin is looking at me, just one corner of his mouth crooked upward in a sort of smile. My first thought is that he’s really quite handsome, once you get over the cocky bullshit attitude.
“Good?” he asks.
“Yes.” I have another little nibble, mmmming at the taste. Looking at him, I’m curious. “You’re not going to being Monster’s wrath down on your head by giving me chocolate, are you?”
He lets out a bark of shocked laughter. “Did you just call him Monster?”
I shrug. “It seems appropriate. Besides, I think he likes the nickname.”
“Mmm. I see. Well, I think that it’s okay. You can keep a secret, right?”
His dark eyes twinkle with humor. Nodding slowly, I pass back the chocolate bar. He looks confused.
“I thought you said you liked it.”
“I did. But I’m not stupid enough to keep anything that he could find. There would be hell to pay if Monster found out that someone other than him gave me something. Anything would probably get you in trouble.”
Sin doesn’t say anything. He just tucks the chocolate bar back in his vest, sitting down. He looks up for several minutes, seemingly just gazing into the blooms. I’m content to just rest. There’s no need for me to speak either.
“Do you sit here because you cannot see the house?” he says at length. He glances at me, his eyes full of a sadness that I can’t even begin to ask about.
“Yes.” I keep it simple.
He nods. “I can see why. If I were in your shoes, that is.”
He glances off into the distance. I’m curious about why he works for Monster. Was he talking about himself when he said that Monster extorted his staff?
The possibility doesn’t seem that far off.
But before I can ask, Sin gets up, dusting himself off. “They’ll notice I’m gone. I should get back.”
I smile at him, tucking my blonde hair back. “You can tell you friends that you found me.”
He stares at me for a long moment, seeming about to speak. But at the last moment he just shakes his head. “Be careful sitting out here by yourself. You never know who is watching and listening.”
His warning sends a chill skittering down my spine. I lick my lips, growing anxious. “Thanks.”
He turns on his heel, walking away. Soon, he’s obscured by the cherry blossoms, and I have to wonder if he even ever found me at all.
17
Katherine
I sit at the bay window in my room, looking out at the far away mountains. There’s a storm rolling in and heavy fog is starting to creep over the hills. It makes me vaguely claustrophobic, but the weather seems to be in step with my mood.
I’m going stir crazy locked up inside this gated fortress. If I don’t see the outside soon, I’m really afraid that I’m going to start to lose my mind.
Skulking around the whole property inside the gates, I keep coming to the stables again and again. They are just sitting there, the cedar of the building crisp and new, ready and waiting for someone to explore them. When I first noticed the stables, I figured that they were basically empty, but now I think I was wrong.
I saw an older man hauling a bag of feed into the stables. There’s no reason for horse feed unless you have horses. And if there are horses and a stablehand, the equipment to ride must be there too.
But I need a reason to go to the stables, something that won’t make Sin and Monster suspect that I’m trying to escape.
I grind my teeth, trying to think of a solution, but I can only come up with one. There is just no getting around it: I need Monster’s permission to get out of this place for a little while.
I spend my afternoon loitering by Monster’s office, pretending to leaf through the pages of The Count of Monte Cristo. His office door is shut tight, but I know that he’s in there. Trying to seem engrossed in my book, I will him to notice me.
At length, his office door opens. He steps out, looking uncharacteristically sloppy. His dark hair is mussed, his shirtsleeves are rolled up, and his shirt is open at the collar. He looks around and then pins me with his gaze.
“What are you doing here?” he says, scowling.
I sit up, putting my book aside. “Just reading.”
His expression turn suspicious. “Bullshit. You can read anywhere, yet you do it in the same hallway as my office? I don’t think so. What do you want?”
Drawing a shaky breath, I try another tactic. “You seem stressed. Can I help?”
He leans against the doorway, cracking his knuckles. “Did you sign the papers that I left for you?”
I hesitate. “No.”
“Then we have nothing left to talk about. At least, not right now. Believe me, when I am ready to talk about the contract, we will talk.”
He starts to go across the hall to his room, but I jump to my feet. “What about a trade? Just because some things are not on the table doesn’t mean you have to starve.”
He looks surprised. “Are you offering me sexual favors?”
I blush to the roots of my hair, but I lift my chin. “Maybe.”
He laughs, the sound deep and melodic. “And what do you want in return?”
Pursing my lips for a second, I blurt out the answer. “I want to go horseback riding.”
His brows arch, but I can tell I’ve got his attention.
“What are you willing to do for such an excursion?” he asks, his expression intense.
I look down at my skinny body, gripping the hem of my dress. “What do you want?”
Monster’s gaze narrows. “Your mouth. I want those plump lips wrapped around my cock, moaning as I fill your throat with my cum.”
He says it so simply, as if his words won’t make me blush and stammer. His words are enough to kick my heart into a gallop, enough to make my palms sweaty.
“I— I mean…” I say, then I stop and suck in a breath. I can do this. It’s in my power. “Deal.”
He cocks his head. “All right. Follow me.”
He leads me back into his office, waiting until I’m inside before he closes the door. He turns and pins me with a steely grey gaze.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asks, his voice a little rough.
Licking my lips, I shake my head. “No.”
The corner of his lips lifts. “Good. Get naked.”
“But—”
He grabs my wrist, hauling me up against his firm body. He’s hot to the touch. “Do as I say and everything will be easier for you.”
Biting my lip, I pull on my wrist. When he lets me go, it’s simple enough for me to pull the dress I’m wearing off over my head. When I cast it aside, Monster looks pleased.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, reaching out and touching my breast. He pinches my pouty pink nipple, looking at me for my reaction. I try to keep my face blank, but he tweaks my nipple hard enough that I cry out in pain.
“Get on your knees,” he commands, releasing me. He starts to unbuckle his pants, unzipping his fly. He pushes his pants down a little in the front and his dick springs up, thick and veiny and swollen-looking.
I kneel on the hard wood floor, blushing like crazy when I come face to face with his… cock. Monster gives his cock an experimental stroke, motioning me forward with his other hand. I look at it, at the little bead of moisture that forms at the tip, and I realize what a bad plan this all was.
What was I thinking?
“Open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips,” he says, his voice coaxing. “And bring your hand up to brace yourself while
you hold my dick. Like this…”
He catches my hands and brings one up to splay across his thigh while the other he places gently around his cock. It’s the first time I’ve ever even touched a penis, so the fact that it’s silky smooth surprises me.
So does the fact that it’s very warm, and I haven’t even started yet.
I glance up at him as I give his cock a long stroke, up and down his length as I have seen him do. His eyes are intent on mine and he licks his lips.
“Use your mouth,” he says, nudging my lips with his dick. “Just watch those teeth.”
I open my mouth, covering my teeth, and hesitantly try lowering my face onto his cock. My tongue cushions his length as I taste the male essence of him, earthy and bitter and salty-sweet all at once. He makes a sound, like he’s trying to restrain himself, and looks down at me.
“I only have so much patience. Go faster.”
Nervous, I grip his cock harder and go up and down a few times on his length, though there are more than a few inches that I can’t take in. He’s just too big, too much. He overwhelms my senses; he tastes almost metallic against my tongue.
“Use your hand more,” he says, guiding my hand to move up and down his shaft. “Really squeeze it like you mean it, but keep pace with your mouth too.”
I try to do it all at once, coordinating my hand and my mouth, trying to remember to keep my lips covered. He moans softly while I go down on him, running his hand through my hair. His grip on my hair turns harder, almost painful, right before he loses patience.
“Hold fucking still and keep those teeth covered,” he scolds me, grabbing my head with both hands. Monster starts to thrust into my mouth, much harder than I was prepared for.
I gag a little bit each time his cock hits the back of my throat and my eyes start to water. I look up at him, helpless.
“That’s it, right there. Fucking perfect,” he says as we make eye contact. He punctuates each word with a thrust. “You’re a very, very good girl. God, you’re going to make me cum, you know that?”
