ROMANCE: MC Romance: Owned by The Bad Boy (Stepbrother Bad Boy BBW Ménage Mafia Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Alpha Male Billionaire Romance Short Stories)

by Sexton, Chloe

  Sure, I came back to the study the next day and he wasn´t in there. His instructions were clear. I should leave the contract on his study desk, signed or leave the house once and for all. He knew that I had nowhere to go. Sure, I could turn to mom but that would jeopardize her marriage. Which had only just begun when we went to visit the Chrysler Building on a school trip. I knew that I wanted to be an architect. Everyone used to laugh at me setting my sights so high in life. Only grandma believed in me. She said, ´You could be anything you want to be in life, Sophia. You just need to work hard. ´

  Her last dying wish was for me to be the one thing that I had set myself to be as I grew older. The one thing that I had worked my butt off for so many years. Working at the call center was causing a strain on my studies. At times I slept during class exhausted at working a ten hour shift. Sometimes, I needed to work more shifts. I only got the chance if someone called in sick, which wasn´t often.

  No, Damon knew I needed the money. He knew I wouldn´t say no. I couldn´t. I had to finish my studies. I had to pass, I had to be an architect. No matter, what!

  I thought that I could get to his heart and it couldn´t just be about the sex. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. Him throwing me out of the house like a piece of trash. Sure, we were related by marriage, but not by blood. We weren´t brought up together and up until a few months ago, we knew nothing about each other. We never knew each other existed. We were both consenting adults. That fucked every weekend, what could be the harm in that. This was my mindset as I signed the contract. Part of me felt like I was signing my soul to the devil.

  Just as I was in my room trying to gather my thoughts together. He sent a text.

  Damon: You´re late!

  Shoot, the contract had a schedule of the times, I was supposed to be in his room. I looked at the clock. Sure, I was supposed to be there now. Showered and ready to take on action. Or more like ready to fuck Damon.

  Me: I´ll be there in 15

  I just dropped my phone when a reply came through.

  Damon: No, you´ll be in my room NOW.

  He never gave an end date to when the contract would stop. His message was clear as I tried to figure out when I would stop being his sex slave. That is what the contract said, as fancy as it was, that is what our ´arrangement´ entailed. Or so I thought until I grabbed my shirt. Put it on and with no shoes and just my jeans on headed to his room.

  He explained to the roles of the dom and the submissive. He clearly laid out what was the key to being a submissive. “The number one rule is the ability to listen. Do you think you are good at listening, Sophia?”

  “Yes,” I lied. I had stubborn written all over my face. He laughed as I said the word. He knew that I was far from a good listener. I didn´t understand the term, ´Obey´ as it was highlighted throughout the contract.

  “We know that is not true. You will learn. In time, you will learn.”

  I didn´t understand what he meant by that. I am not sure I wanted to know. I dismissed it then, but as I headed to his room on the other side of the house. I had a feeling that I would start to pay attention. Or rather Damon would make me pay attention.

  5

  I wanted to know why he wanted to be in control all the time. What made him want to dominant another human being? I waited patiently as I knocked on his door. Waiting for him to answer. Waiting for him to open the door. He didn´t so I knocked again. Hoping that he had changed his mind. My nerves settled in and out of my body as I made my way through his room. I had never been in here before. It was my first time. I looked out of the window to see his view.

  Typical, he could see the grounds from his windows.

  I could only see the back from mine. He had his eye in every corner of the house as I saw the monitors on the opposite side of the wall. I crept slowly as I realized that one of them was facing my room.

  What he had a camera in my room?

  I started to shiver at the idea that Damon had been watching me all along. I never heard him enter. I didn´t know what part of the room he came from, his was four times the size of mine and mine wasn´t even that small.

  “Shut the door!” he commanded as I turned to face him. I couldn´t see him and asked, “Damon, where are you?”

  There was silence as I made my way to the direction I thought I heard his voice, “Why do you have cameras in my room?”

  “You signed the contract. Now, go shut the door.”

  I slouched as I always did when I felt that I had been defeated and closed the door. Wondering if I was on the right side of the room or not. The room was dim and light only shone when I walked it was hard to figure out what was going on in the room. I tried to figure out the switch, but the whole house was like that. There were no switches. Some rooms were brighter than others. His was definitely a lot darker than mine.

  As soon as I entered my room, the whole room lit up.

  “To your left there is a side table. There is a ribbon on it. Take the ribbon and cover your eyes.”

  What?

  I would be blinded. Controlled only by him. Sure, that is what I signed up for, but he was taking it to another level.

  “You signed the contract, Sophia.”

  He was starting to sound like a broken record. I smiled and did a sexy walk, trying to hide the fear that was making my heart beat overtime.

  I took the ribbon and held it in my hand for a brief second, hesitating and remembering as he had reminded me twice. That I had signed the contract. I tied it loosely and I was nervous that maybe it wasn’t Damon. Maybe I was going to be gang raped, but that was silly. I was at home and this place was built like a fortress. There was no way in and at times, I wondered if he wanted if there was a way out.

  Mom and Charles were at a function. Even then their room was the other side of the house. Quite close to mine. They couldn´t hear me scream if they tried and Friday night was Caine´s night off work. He normally spent it with his family. He was close to retirement so he spent more time with them and less time in the house as he used to when Damon was younger.

  I felt like we were practically alone in the house. Damon was in control. Damon had it all. I just hoped he didn´t abuse my trust.

  I stood still like a statue waiting for his next move. I felt like a prey and he was the hunter. Ready to pounce at any time. I started taking deep breathes to calm down my nerves.

  “Damon,” I whispered a faint voice that I used to recognize escaped my mouth. The usual confident, Sophia had been turned into a quiet little mouse. He was changing me right before my eyes. Taking my spirit and I knew very soon he would be taking my body again. I just didn´t know how.

  “Shhh,” he paused for a minute as he whispered in my ear. I relaxed a bit knowing that I was with him, wanting to trust him and hoping that I would have a surprise. Something that I could treasure forever.

  His hands caressed my body. Feeling each part of it lightly until he lifted my arms up and took off my top. I wanted to speak. His rule, not to talk unless asked a direct question settled into my mind. Trust, Sophia. For once in your life, trust.

  I had only had that feeling about myself from the day I was born. No one else, it was always mom and I. The problem was she worked long hours and I knew that she never had the time. I felt that I was a burden on her if I spoke to her about the issues in school. I just got on with it. Difficulties with the kids in my class. I ignored them. Problems with my homework. I asked the teachers for help. I was a loner. Always had been and apart from when I went to college and had a couple of friends at the call center. I never knew the meaning of friendship until I joined there.

  I could hardly hear anything. It felt as if were in the middle of a cave, the air turned cold. That was the only noise I heard the rush of the air into the room. I felt the warmth of his skin next to mine as I stood half-naked in a different room.

  I knew we were no longer in his room, because I felt him holding the door a few times as we passed. I started to wonder in my mind
where we were and what was going to happen next. Instead I found myself in a compromising position. He was pushing my shoulders down and I said nothing.

  I bet he wants me to suck his cock?

  I thought until I felt him at the back of me unclasping my bra. My tits sagged as they were exposed and then I held my breath in anticipation of his next month.

  Nothing.

  I could hear light footsteps around the room. Things being picked up and put down. Him walking at times to the left to me and other times to the right.

  Nothing.

  Then, there was silence once again. Fear settled in me as I wondered if he was inviting some of his friends to join us. There was nothing in the contract about others being with us. Or did it say something about I am not allowed to have sex with anyone unless it was with his permission. I tried to think hard about it, but then I felt his hand. Lightly stroking my breasts.

  “Hmm,” I hummed as he started to play with my nipple. I couldn´t help myself as much as I wanted to remain silent. The delicacy of his touch made it escape. I felt something being put on them. Maybe sensual oils, there was a subtle smell in the neutral space that I was in and his hands and breathing picked up the room he played with my breasts.

  The tables were turned as he said, “Open your mouth.”

  I knew what that meant. He was going to put something in it. The question was, what?

  One cube of ice was put in there. He told me to suck. Sensually placing it around my tongue. I was getting wet and he was slowly touching and caressing my breasts with his other hand.

  Part of me, wanted him to take me there and then.

  “Stand-up!” he commanded as I was purring at the sensuality of his touch.

  “Yes, sir.”

  That was my response to everything. If I disobeyed one more time I knew the deal was over. It had only just began and so far I was enjoying myself.

  Damon liked games. Course, he did all men, especially business men liked to be in control. That was what made them successful and he was successful and excellent at what he did. Charles would praise him all the time for his work efforts. At times begging him to have a life outside of work.

  “There is more to life than money.” Charles would say a couple of times at the dinner table.

  “Is there dad, what?”

  Charles laughed the first time he said that and the second time, he replied, “Love.”

  Damon was testing me and I wanted to pass. I wanted to satisfy him in every way. Not only for him to pay my way through college, but because the more I spent time with him. I knew that there was more between us then just a sexual attraction.

  I was attracted to him from day one. I remembered the first thing I thought when I saw him, was what a shame we are related. If he came into a bar and asked me out, I would never have hesitated. He is every girl´s dream.

  Not only because of his good looks and charm, when he wants to be. He speaks five languages, he is a man of the world and a business man. He is every girls dream man. He makes Cristian Grey just seem like a fantasy. When he is my reality.

  He tugged off my jeans with my panties and I stood naked. Fully exposed for him to do what he wanted and it got me excited. I imagined him taking me and slowly putting me on a bed. A bed full of roses and we would make love and he would continue to caress me as he did before, he would love me and this contract would just be a formality.

  He didn´t need to make the contract. I would play along to his schedule. Making out that the only reason I come, is because of the contract. In time, he will see. In time, I would make him see.

  He lifted me up and I felt like I was in a swing or something. It was weird. All the time, delicately putting me in the right position so that my legs were tied up.

  I wondered who had built the house. Did his dad know? Did mum know? Who else used the room or was it just his room? His to have pleasure with whoever he pleased, whenever he pleased. All these questions were going round in my mind until I felt it. As he continued to strap my legs and my arms reached up high and were tied together. I didn´t even know where I was sitting or how I was suspended up in the air. I couldn´t even try and feel my surroundings. I was blinded and only he knew what was going on. He knew exactly what he wanted from me.

  I felt his cock in between my legs. Thick and long, just like I remembered it was the first time. I smiled at the idea of it being inside of me.

  Then, he pushed me back and my pussy welcomed being filled by his dick. My tits bounced of his chest and within a flash a second where back in the air. Swinging back out.

  “Arrh!”

  I cried out, it was so thick and my pussy was still tight from only losing my virginity a few days ago.

  “Did it hurt?”

  He called out as he thrust back inside of me. Pushing me as far back as possible and then springing right back into me.

  I didn´t know how to respond. Did he want to hurt me? Was he doing it for pleasure or pain?

  The harder he thrust the more I cried out.

  “When I ask you a question you respond!”

  He screamed as he held on to my wrists and then again pulsed inside of me.

  “Yes sir, it hurts!!”

  I responded without hesitation. It hurt so badly and then he slowed down and then instead of swinging me out, he kept me in position with his arms tucked around my butt and then pumped me.

  I felt like a ball on a tennis court. He was coming hard and fast. Deeper and deeper until he cried out as he reached his climax. The room was no longer cold. It was the complete opposite. I was no longer hearing the sound of the air conditioner, but the noises of his heavy breathing.

  He put me on a stop or something. I could no longer swing and was held in position and then the tables were turned.

  “Whop-eesh!”

  I heard the first time. Then, I heard it again.

  “Whop-eesh!”

  Was that what I thought it was?

  I shook at the sound of the noise. It was as if he a whip was being used, “You need to be punished….” He quivered from a small distance.

  “The contract was clear, you speak when spoken to.”

  “Sorry, Sir,” I cried out hoping that he would forgive me. I hadn´t done anything like this, I didn´t know the rules of the game. He was supposed to teach me.

  “I will never do that again, Sir.” I said hoping to find some compassion in his heart. So he wouldn’t use that one me. Nothing felt right. The cold air returned as the only sounds I could hear was the noises from the whip.

  “Sir, please forgive me.” I cried out louder. Hoping that someone would hear, if Damon didn´t want to listen to what I had to say. He had to think twice about it.

  I thought we connected just then, but then it all hit home. He never kissed me. He never promised love. He made me sign a contract and then blind folded me and put me in a room. I was just a body for him to use. I was confused, course I was because up until last week I was a virgin.

  Saving it for someone who loved and cared for me. I thought that was what I meant to him. No, I was just a toy and he was proving that to me. Right here and now.

  6

  “Please sir!”

  I cried the first time he lashed at my back. It hurt so much and he made no sound as he did it.

  Then, he took a pause and whipped in the air and I thought that gave me a few seconds to beg once again for mercy. I had to plead for him to stop. My hands were tied and so were my legs in a strap. He was the only person that could save me from this hell.

  “Sir!”

  He stopped for a brief moment.

  “Did it hurt?”

  “Yes, sir. It really hurt….” Once again, I hoped that it was the right answer. Once again, I hoped that he would do the right thing and let me go. Once again, all I had was hope.

  “Good.” He said relieved.

  “Good. Now, you understand what will happen to you if you do not behave then maybe you will think twice about it.


  Twice.

  He has got to be kidding.

  Then, he dawned on me that he wasn´t so, I nodded. I was too weak to speak and the only thing that I knew I could say to save me left a bitter taste in my mouth.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He laughed as he said, “Good girl, you are learning.”

  He had proven that my existence was in his hand and he was enjoying every moment of it. I had visions of him smiling. His dark eyes glowing knowing that my life was in his hand and he could do whatever he pleased with it.

  “Now, this has been a valuable lesson for you.”

  “Drink this.”

  He moved towards me and put liquid in my mouth. The only thing I said was, “Yes, sir.”

  He coughed as I said it and continued to put the liquid in my mouth. I am not sure how long I was sitting there or whatever happened next. All I know is that tiredness took over my body. I went out like a light.

  7

  I woke up in my bed. I had no recollection of time. I saw the same cream sheets on my bed. Everything was familiar. Yet, I felt light-headed. I knew that he had drugged me. It was obvious from the fact that he wanted me to drink it. I lifted up my covers to reveal that I was naked.

  I picked up my phone to look at the time. It said one in the afternoon on the thirteenth. I had slept all through the night. Whatever, he put in that drink, must have been strong, because I had slept so much.

  I jumped into the shower and turned to look at my back in the mirror whilst in the shower. There was a scar, quite a deep one. It was right in the middle where he had whipped me. Fear settled in about taking on this agreement. I took it on for pleasure, not for pain.