His Obsession: A Dark Romance (Black Hearts MC Book 1)

by Violet Noir

  He relaxed his shoulders a little, and the thick muscles of his back rippled. I felt something stir in my core. That was unexpected. I wondered how long it would be before he touched me. He’d had his hands on my body when he’d taken me from the cage and carried me to the truck, but I’d been too out of it to really feel him. Bruno had come down a while before the man showed up to drug those of us who he considered troublemakers.

  My eyes flashed to the rearview mirror, and I took in his ocean blue eyes. He tipped his head up, and I got a good look at his gorgeous mouth.

  It was almost as if I was attracted to him. That was impossible, though. I was dead inside. I didn’t care how gorgeous he was or how wet he made me, he wouldn’t make me want to live.

  We pulled up to a gate, and he leaned out and punched a code into a keypad. He drove the truck up the driveway, and I was shocked to find that we were pulling into a house that was just as nice as Bruno’s.

  Somehow, I’d imagined he lived in a shack somewhere or that he’d be taking me out to a wooded area in the mountains to kill me. I thought that perhaps this wasn’t his house, and it was just a place we were going to break into so he could murder me.

  But he’d known the gate code. The only other way that was possible was if he worked for the house’s owners, but that seemed wrong, too. He wouldn’t bring a stolen sex slave to his employer’s home.

  Would he?

  “Is this your house?” I whispered. Perhaps he’d stolen me for someone else.

  “It’s our house, Elise. You belong to me, and this is our home.”

  That word. Home. I didn’t dare let it make me hope. This wouldn’t be my home. I had no home. I had no control over my life. I belonged to whatever man had me. I’d never have things like a home, love, or happiness. To believe otherwise would be to invite madness.

  Chapter Seven

  Kade

  I picked her up from the back of the truck and carried her into my house. She smelled of urine, sweat, and all manner of vile things. I needed her cleaned up. I wanted to see what Elise looked like when she wasn’t covered in filth.

  The room I’d prepared for her in the basement had a guest bathroom nearby. I took Elise in there and turned on the shower.

  “Take your clothes off and get in,” I told her after cutting her restraints.

  She didn’t move, and I began to suspect that her subservience in the truck was an act. “Take your clothes off, Elise.”

  She didn’t move.

  The rags she wore were disgusting, and I didn’t want to touch them any more than I had to. So I got my knife back out and cut them off her. She stood still and as limp as she could without falling over as I hacked off the revolting material. It fell to the floor, and I kicked it aside.

  “Get in,” I said, and pointed the knife at the shower.

  She just stood there, staring at the wall. Elise had the most amazing breasts I’d ever seen. They were large but still perky, and her little strawberry pink nipples pointed up. Her stomach was flat, and despite the filth that covered her, Bruno had kept her pussy waxed. Or perhaps one of her owners had electrolysis done so they wouldn't have to worry about it. Either way, her little pink pussy was as hairless as a preteen. Once she was clean, I’d taste it. I imagined she’d taste like fresh peaches with it scrubbed and fresh. I hoped for her sake she did. I’d have no use for her after all if her little cunt didn’t please me. At least I knew it still looked pretty.

  I’d have bet at one time her ass had been ample and lush. She was too skinny to tell for sure, but Elise had the beginnings of a bubble butt. I looked forward to seeing her with a little more meat on her bones.

  “Get in the shower, Elise,” I ordered again. “Don’t make me take off my belt. You can make this easier on both of us.” Her smell was beginning to turn my stomach.

  She didn’t move, so I grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her into the shower. The water was still pretty cold, but it didn’t snap her out of her stupor. Elise just stood there, shivering slightly.

  I couldn’t deal with her bullshit. I was going to snap on our first night. So I pulled out my phone and texted my housekeeper.

  Need you in the basement guest bath now.

  Less than two minutes later, because my staff knew better than to piss me off, Gabriella appeared in the doorway to the bathroom. “Yes, I am here. What can I do?”

  “She’s filthy, and she reeks, Gabriella. I don’t want to touch that filth. You clean her up.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said and stepped into the bathroom.

  Gabriella was a good housekeeper who had worked for me since I’d purchased the house. I had other staff that had come and gone, but she was faithful and hardworking. As far as I knew, Gabriella had a husband and two boys at home. She needed her job, and I paid well for discretion.

  I stood back and watched as Gabriella squirted a blob of shampoo in her hand. She didn’t hesitate when she reached for Elise.

  My housekeeper attempted to work the rich lavender-scented lather into Elise’s hair, but she could only get it so far. The ends of Elise’s waist-length hair were matted so severely that even with conditioner, Gabriella couldn’t work the knots out.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” she said after trying for nearly half an hour.

  “It’s okay, Gabriella. We’ll have you cut the ends when she’s done.”

  She nodded her head to show she understood and went ahead with cleaning the rest of Elise’s body. I watched as she soaped up a cloth and rubbed the lather all over Elise’s body.

  Elise had creamy, pale skin. I hadn’t realized just how fair she was because of the grime. When Gabriella used the cloth to clean between Elise’s legs, I watched a shudder run through her body.

  My cock was suddenly at attention. “Hurry up.” I tried to gently instruct Gabriella. She was doing her best, and I didn’t want to scold her harshly.

  “Yes, sir.”

  When it was done, and Elise was clean, Gabriella turned the water off and stepped back so Elise could get out of the shower. She didn’t budge.

  “Come on,” I said as gently as I could. I was losing my patience with her, but I thought if I showed her a little softness, she’d comply.

  Nope.

  Done with her bullshit, I walked over to the shower and grabbed her by the arm. I pulled Elise out and stood her in front of the mirror. The scissors were in the second vanity drawer. Gabriella took them from me and began cutting away the matted hair.

  “Not too much,” I said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  When she was done, Elise’s hair was still down to the middle of her back, and I was quite satisfied with Gabriella’s work. She cleaned up the hair quickly and then stood in the bathroom door, awaiting further instructions.

  “Go make us some dinner, Gabriella. I’d like empanadas and your meat stew, please.” I made sure she took the scissors with her.

  “Yes, sir,” she said with a smile and left us.

  “You’re going to eat and not insult Gabriella,” I told Elise. “Stay.”

  I went out to the bedroom and retrieved the clothing I’d set out for Elise’s first night. It was a pair of black yoga pants and a fitted gray t-shirt. There was also a white cotton bra and panties. I wanted her to be comfortable until she was allowed to come upstairs. After she learned to behave for me, we could discuss what types of clothing suited both of our tastes.

  When I went back into the bathroom, Elise was still standing in the same place in front of the mirror. She hadn’t moved. Her eyes were cast down to her feet.

  I put the clothing on the counter. “Get dressed.”

  She just stood there, staring at her feet. I let out an exasperated sigh. This wasn’t how I wanted things to go. I’d hoped she’d be a little more grateful that I rescued her from Bruno. Whatever game Elise was playing had me at the end of my rope. Did I need to slap her around to get her to comply? Maybe she was just one of those girls who only responded to physical discipline.

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sp; I took off my belt. “You’re going to push me too far, sweet Elise. I don’t want to have to discipline you so harshly on our first night.” I ran my hand over her bottom. It would look fucking sexy with some welts marking it as mine.

  She turned around to look at me finally. There was nothing in her eyes. As if it were a reflex, she expertly undid my pants and dropped to her knees.

  “Elise, I didn’t ask for that.” I was about to yank her back to her feet, but her small hand wrapped around the base of my cock.

  It bucked in her hand. The sensation exploded behind my eyes in a blinding white light of pleasure. Before I could speak again, she had the head of my cock between her lips.

  Elise ran her small pink tongue around the edge of my cockhead. I responded by weaving my fingers through her hair. I didn’t like that she’d done that without my permission, but it felt too good to stop. I’d punish her for it later, but I figured at the time, I’d just take the pleasure.

  She slid my cock into her mouth until I felt myself bump the back of her throat. “More,” I barked. Elise tilted her head back and sucked me in as far as she could. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and I could swear I saw a flash of defiance. Or perhaps that’s just what I wanted to see. I wanted an excuse to do what I did next.

  I gripped her hair and thrust my hips forward until my cock was all the way in her mouth. She choked, and I pulled back just in time for her to take a quick breath before I rammed my length back into her mouth.

  “Suck it like you like it, Elise,” I commanded.

  She gripped my thighs as I continued to fuck her face. Elise would choke a little when I rammed the back of her throat with my cock, but she obediently sucked as I pulled out. And my little fuck doll could suck, too.

  “Oh god. That’s so good,” I moaned. “Touch yourself, baby girl. I want to watch.”

  She didn’t, though. Elise looked up at me again with that same defiant look.

  “Fine, if that’s the way you want it,” I said, and began mercilessly thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth again.

  She choked and sputtered as tears ran down her cheeks, but her hands stayed glued to my thighs. All she’d had to do was obey me, but she couldn’t. So I had to do what I had to do.

  I was about to come, so I gripped her hair and yanked back. “Suck,” I barked, and she did.

  My cock began to spurt thick streams of pent-up cum down her throat, and my little sapphire-eyed doll sucked down every drop.

  When I was done, I pulled my dick out of her mouth, and she collapsed on the floor, coughing and sucking in air. I couldn’t resist her sweet bottom up in the air like it was. She’d defied me more than once, so I brought the belt down on her buttocks.

  Elise cried out, but I could swear she thrust her hips up toward me. I belted her again, and again she cried out. Tears sprang from her eyes once more and puddled on the bathroom floor.

  My next blow struck between her buttocks and caught her pussy. I would have sworn she moaned softly. I took the loop I made of the belt and pushed her pussy lips out of the way so I could run the soft leather over her clit.

  Elise sat down on her butt and then scrambled into the corner to get away. She held her ground when I spanked her, but when I touched her clit, she hid.

  It was interesting. She wouldn’t be allowed to hide her little cunt and clit from me forever. I intended to have her come whenever it suited me, but I figured I’d give her a break. Sucking my cock wouldn’t distract me forever, though.

  “Get dressed, Elise, or I’m going to lick your pussy until you come so hard you beg for more,” I said, as I put my belt back on.

  Her eyes narrowed for a split-second, and she bit her bottom lip. A second later, she reluctantly got up and put her clothes on.

  “Good girl. Let’s go eat.”

  She followed me out to the bedroom area. I had a table and chairs set up for her on the side of the room opposite the bed. We sat down, and a minute later, Gabriella showed up with the food. She served us and then stepped back.

  “Thank you, Gabriella. You’re dismissed for the evening.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Gabriella left, and I began to eat. Elise just sat there, staring at her plate. I could feel my temper rising again. “The food is good. Gabriella is an excellent cook. She worked hard to make this meal for you. Stop being a little brat and eat.”

  I finished my food, and Elise still hadn’t eaten. She just sat in her chair, staring at the wall.

  “This is your last chance, Elise,” I warned, but she didn’t budge.

  I stood up and calmly walked over to her. She just sat there, staring, so I pulled her to her feet and dragged her back over to the bathroom. After yanking her shirt off and pants down, I ripped off the bra and jerked her panties down. She bent over a little, waiting for me to fuck her. I wasn’t falling for it.

  I grabbed her shoulders and shoved her into the bathroom. “You want to be treated like a human being, you need to act like one,” I said, and closed the door. It didn’t lock from the inside, but I’d installed a thumb print lock on the outside. It was a kind of safe room. There were no windows, and the only way to lock and unlock it was with my thumbprint.

  Once she was secure, I took the leftover food and went back upstairs. I was frustrated with Elise because she wouldn’t obey, but I was still completely obsessed. I had to think about the best way to break her.

  Chapter Eight

  Elise

  I could still taste his cum in my mouth. He was salty and a little sweet. It was the first time I hadn’t hated the taste. I couldn’t tell how long I’d been alone in the little room, but it felt like hours.

  My stomach rumbled, but I didn’t care. I would not eat the food he’d offered me. Since he was gone, I was able to get some water. I’d tried to ignore how dry my mouth had gotten, but I couldn’t anymore. My traitorous body wouldn’t let me die that easily.

  I felt better for a few minutes with a belly full of water, and then a wave of nausea hit me. I lost all the water into the toilet while stomach cramps bent me over in agony.

  Even when my stomach emptied, the cramps continued. It felt like someone was taking my guts in their fists and trying to rip them apart. At the same time, my skin began to itch.

  “Fuck,” I whispered as I laid on the cool tile floor with my back to the toilet.

  I clawed at my skin, but nothing would relieve the itch. It didn’t help that Bruno kept my nails clipped down to the quick so I couldn’t hurt him or one of his men.

  It didn’t matter anyway. The itch was no longer just on my skin, it was deep inside me as well. My muscles twitched and spasmed, and for a moment, I wondered what hellish drug my current owner had given me. Perhaps it was a gas pumped into the ventilation of the bathroom to punish me for being disobedient. Maybe he’d gas me to death.

  But I realized I wasn’t that lucky. Bruno must have stopped giving us prescription drugs at some point and switched to heroin. It was cheaper and easier to get than Oxy. Only good girls got Oxy and Xanax. He’d been dosing me with heroin, and I was going through withdrawals.

  Knowing that didn’t make it any easier. In fact, once my brain put two and two together, all I could do was crave another hit. I’d never wanted to be a drug addict. I’d put up with a lot of suffering to avoid it, and in the end, it got me anyway.

  I laughed a near hysterical laugh. But for the first time in years, I had a purpose. I needed a fix. If I couldn’t die, then I wanted to relieve my suffering.

  Fuck it.

  My body shook almost uncontrollably as I pulled myself to my feet. I saw a reflection in the mirror, but it wasn’t me.

  Wait. The mirror. I searched around for something hefty. I couldn’t find anything I wanted, but I figured the scissors would do.

  “Shit.” I hadn’t seen it, but the housekeeper took them with her. She must have known. Well, fuck her for leaving me with no way out when she knew how bad it was.

  I grabbed the bottle
of shampoo and hit it against the mirror as hard as I could. Nothing happened. My new owner was too smart. It wasn’t real glass.

  My legs almost buckled as I stumbled toward the door. I was mad with need. I began to pound on the door and scream. When that didn’t work, I moved around to the walls and beat my fists against them until they were raw and throbbing with intense pain.

  A few minutes later, the door opened. He stepped in and glared at me with a look that could start fires.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I need a fix,” I said. “I think Bruno was drugging me with heroin. I need some. I’m going through withdrawals.”

  “You’ll feel better if you eat, Elise.”

  “No, I won’t,” I whispered. “I can’t even hold down water. I need a fix. Please. I’ll do anything.”

  “You try to eat, and I’ll see about getting you something to take the edge off. I won’t have you doing heroin, though. I don’t deal with junkies.”

  I thought about it for a moment. Maybe if I took a few bites, he’d get me some Oxy, or perhaps he knew a doctor who could get methadone. Oxy would be better. I could crush it up and OD. If I ate, it would make it hard. Giving my body food would make me stronger. If I got my strength back, I might start to fantasize about escape again. I’d moved past those thoughts months ago, and mentally, I needed to stay there.

  “I can’t eat,” I said and began unconsciously scratching my arms again.

  “Stop that. You’re going to ruin your beautiful skin. I don’t want to have to tie you up.”

  I dropped my hands to my sides. “Please. Do you have some Oxy or anything? I’ll do anything.”

  “You’ll eat then?”

  “No. I can’t.”

  “Then I can’t either,” he said and closed the door.