by M. S. Willis
"Did anybody see her?"
"The maintenance crew was working outside. It is without doubt that she was seen. She was clothed at the time, Aaron."
Nodding his head, Aaron swiftly moved to the doors leading to the back rooms. "I'll change before checking on her. If any people come to inspect my progress with our guest, tell them I do not wish to be disturbed. Rumors spread quickly in this place. I expect to be hearing from my father before long."
"What will you do with her?"
Aaron stopped, his shoulders dropping in defeat. "I'll ensure that she appears as she should, at least until such time that I no longer have to be concerned that visitors will be arriving."
Taking large steps down the corridor, Aaron began to strip off his shirt, but then stopped. He thought of how Madeleine welcomed death and wondered how she would react to the unquestionable evidence of such a fate. Unlocking her door, he pushed into her room, anger boiling within his gut to find her chained, forcefully exposed atop the bed. Shaking himself free of pity, he set out to become her waking nightmare, knowing his cruelty may be the only thing capable of saving her from the unimaginable horror her rebellion could bring about.
Crossing the room, he allowed his eyes to rake across her body as he approached the bed. Small hints of dove white skin peeked out from underneath the light blue material of her clothes, the contrast startling in its temptation.
Reaching out, he ran his fingertips across that small area of skin, watched as her muscles twitched in response to his touch. Lust was a fire within his mind, the smoke from which clouded the restraint he'd wanted to maintain. But his little mouse had made a spectacle of herself, had revealed his kindness, his weakness in this game. She couldn't be allowed to seal her own fate, to unknowingly cast herself to the wolves that awaited her. Aaron would have to be her monster, one that by his own cruelty would shield her from the true madness of The Estate. Resigning himself to the task, he ran his hands up under the thin camisole that covered her, over the softness of her skin, cupping the heavy weight of her breast. A shudder ran over his skin as he fought back his desire to take this woman while she was bound, at his mercy alone. His fingers grazed over the peak of her breast before taking it roughly, pinching it, enticing it into a taut point that his tongue ached to run across. Her lips parted, a moan rolling out from behind her gag before she'd found consciousness. That pleasure would become terror soon enough as Aaron took from her the dignity he'd attempted to give her before.
Moving his hand over her, he shaped and molded her other breast until both pointed up at him, teasing him with the display of feminine beauty and form. Madeleine began to writhe under his touch, his cock jumping in response, begging for release, begging to be buried within the warm heat of her body. He couldn't help himself as he watched her hips roll in response to his touch. Reaching down, his hand slowly disappeared beneath the material of her pants, along the delicate trail of hair, stopping just short of the place he knew would elicit sensation that would turn her body into a traitor against her soul. Her eyelids fluttered, her body slowly moving, inviting his touch. He watched as realization dawned within her, a light coming into her eyes, with terror following shortly behind it. Within seconds the movement of her body changed from invitation to defense.
"Good morning, beautiful. It's about time you joined me." He spoke in the softest tone he could manage, attempting to hide the lust winding itself through every cell of his body.
She started to cry out, her attempts only infuriating him, causing him to shove his hand further down. Applying pressure to the point of her body he knew would cause unwanted pleasure, he shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, Ms. Clark. Continue fighting and I'll turn your own body against you."
She stilled suddenly, but couldn't stop the flow of tears from her eyes. No mercy … he fought against the impulse to pull his hand away, to dry the tears running trails down her face. Slowly he rubbed circles over her, felt as her body betrayed her by readying itself for his intrusion.
"I heard about your spat with Xander this afternoon. You do realize punishment is the only alternative I have for your behavior?"
Her eyes widened, fear dampening the earlier defiance that had beamed from those brilliant blues.
He leaned down, until his lips trailed along the rim of her ear. "I can make you feel things that would go against the hatred you have for me. I can make you scream out in pleasure while causing you to die inside." To prove his point, he moved one finger along the soft skin between her legs. Her hips bucked up against his hand while her eyes narrowed in disgust.
"Such hatred from a little scared girl. I'll enjoy myself thoroughly, you know." His lie, an acrid film on his tongue, but her life was on the line. Pushing forward with his torment, he bit down on her ear, hard enough to cause pain, but light enough as to not leave a mark on the perfection of her skin. She attempted to turn, to break free of the teeth wrapped around the sensitive rim of her ear.
Pulling his hand from her pants, he grasped at the material of her shirt, ripping it apart easily to reveal her supple chest. "I give you clothes, and how do you repay me? By bringing attention to yourself? To my kindness?" His fingers quickly found her nipples again, pinching them, stimulating them into tight pebbles. "Look how you respond, you like my touch, don't you?"
A whimpered protest snuck out from beneath the material tied to her mouth. His cock pressed harder against the abrasive material of his pants. Pushing himself back up to stand above her, he looked down at the perfection of her breasts, licked his lips so slowly as to ensure that she saw his desire. His guilt warred against his lust. Her eyes closed and opened again as she turned her head back to him, widening impossibly more as she recognized the blood adorning his shirt.
Looking down, he let out a humorless laugh while pulling the material out from his body. "What are you looking at? The evidence of what happened to the other mouse that dared deny my will?" Another lie, but one that might instill in her the knowledge that death was, in fact, a viable consequence to derision.
Reaching out, he grasped her face in his hand, turning her head to examine the red stain left from Xander's hand. "I see you've been marked again." A pause as he gathered his resolve to continue his taunts rather than sooth her as he wished he could.
"Would you like for me to spill your blood, Mouse? Or can I trust you to behave when I release you from your binds?"
Aaron started to remove his shirt, slowly undoing each button. When Maddy moved to turn her head away, he reached over to correct her behavior. "Keep your eyes open, Ms. Clark, I like my slaves to watch me as I undress."
Maddy opened her eyes as instructed, watched as his muscular chest, his skin kissed by the sun, was revealed with each button released. Aaron noticed how her obvious fear mixed with the unusual taste of seduction, how her mind fought against attraction toward a man built to make women want the sin he could bestow. Grinning down at her, he took pleasure in making her witness each step toward his violation of her body. His muscles flexed as he slowly pulled one sleeve off, then the other. When his hands moved to the button of the slate grey dress slacks, Maddy pulled at her chains, winced as the metal cut into the tender skin of her wrists and ankles. Aaron stopped suddenly, watched as she fought for escape.
"Do you fight me even now? After seeing what will happen to a woman who refuses my touch?" Aaron leaned down again, placed his hand spread wide over the expanse of her stomach. His voice no more than a whisper, he warned, "Do not mistake death as your escape. I will grant you pain, I will spill your blood, but I will not release you as you hope."
She stilled. Aaron laughed; a wicked chuckle that he knew would elicit dread from the woman he teased. He felt sick for what he was about to do. Knowing full well that if he didn't bring her under control, she would ultimately suffer even harsher consequences at the hands of the members of The Estate, he pressed on with his assault.
Bringing his lips back to the shell of her ear, he whispered, "Have you ever known the touch of a ma
n, Madeleine?" Standing back to gaze down upon her, he noticed her erratic breathing, imagined he could hear the staccato of her beating heart. "I've researched you, and from what I've found, I don't think you've experienced much in your young life."
He looked down at the beautiful woman, bound and gagged, completely at his mercy. Guilt reared its ugly head but he allowed the fire of lust to reduce it to ashes. He would not lose total control, but he would enjoy touching the woman who'd captured his attention so many months before. Her body shook and quivered before him, her glorious tits bouncing with the small movements of her body.
"I intend to introduce you to the darker side of life, to teach you what a man can do for you, to make you beg for more."
The light of defiance shown forth from her eyes, he wanted nothing more than to replace that defiance with the sated satisfaction of pleasure.
Maddy watched as Aaron sat down on the bed, his hand still splayed over her stomach, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers. Hatred, an ugly beast roaring loudly within her, she held still, refusing to clue him in to his effect on her. His hands, rough and calloused, began to travel down, pushing her pants from around her waist, down further, until completely exposing her to him. She could feel the wetness induced by his earlier touch, felt angry and confused that she'd reacted, wanted more. His finger found her clit, rubbed at it in slow circles until she was assaulted by a litany of electric pulses. Her body truly did betray her in that moment. Starting as a slow burn, the foreign sensation rolled up her core. She found herself pressing into his touch, her hips moving in such a way as to increase the pressure. Tears streamed from her eyes as the tips of her breasts tightened, the weight of them swelling, aching to be touched. The deep green of his eyes held hers as he continued the grueling rhythm, never speeding or slowing, simply enticing her body to feel something completely alien to her mind.
A toy being wound up, her body hummed from his touch. She wanted him to stop, her mind bathed in revulsion at the moisture she could feel between her legs, at the way her body wanted to push up into his touch, while her mind screamed to put distance between them. The rattling of the chains grew louder as she uselessly pulled at the bindings. The deep, endless green of Aaron’s eyes burned into her, a wild glint in each, telling her that he enjoyed what he was doing to her.
Her body continued building in fervent intensity, traitorous jolts of mind numbing gratification. Tears flowed freely as her breathing became more erratic and her heart hammered against the walls of her chest. Her eyes rolled back and when she finally released, the confusion of what had just happened to her body, mixed with her shame for having experienced it, tore her into pieces, leaving her pooled in guilt and hatred toward Aaron and toward herself.
Feeling the slick warmth between her legs, she began to sob, the physical evidence of her arousal and orgasm a humiliation for Aaron to witness. Though liquid and distorted by her tears, she could see that his sculpted lips curved in amusement and triumph.
“How did that make you feel, Madeleine?” His voice rubbed over her, rough and gritty from his arousal. His fingertips trailed down, through her slick skin, causing another jolt to shoot through her body. “I’ll make you moan even louder when I finally kiss you there … but that’s for when you are a good girl. And, trust me, Ms. Clark, you will WANT to be a good girl after you feel my kiss.”
Aaron stood up and walked to the door, leaving Madeleine damp and exposed. “I’m going to shower and get dressed. I expect that when I return, you will be more willing to work with my instructions and appreciate my kindness. If you do not, then I will leave you soaked in your shame once more, but this time, I won’t give you the pleasure of a release. I’ll leave you in the madness that comes just before it.”
Chapter Eleven
Locking the door of her room behind him, Aaron leaned back against it, letting the cool temperature of the wood seep into his overheated skin. With each loud sob he heard from behind the door, his heart broke apart into pieces, each sliver falling away at the sound of her pain. Yet, even with the sound of her pain, he could not forget the small sounds, the moans she made while he worked her toward orgasm. Judging by the look on her face, the confusion and surprise, he suspected it could have been her first, and it left him feeling like an even bigger bastard than he knew he already was.
Pushing upright from the door, he turned, and the heavy weight of his steps echoed against the wood floor as he moved back, deeper into the corridor to his room. Shutting the door behind him, he moved across the room, his hand reaching over to flick on the stereo. Releasing the sound of Madeleine’s instrument, he let her torment envelope him as he listened to the sad song. She was a slave to his lust, while he was a slave to her pain.
His cock still rigid against his pants, he moved into his bathroom and turned on the shower. Stripping himself of the offensive material, he stepped into water so hot it would strip him of the film of shame on his skin. His hand found his shaft, so full of blood it felt as if the skin would split from his urgings. Slick from water, he gripped himself hard, sliding his hand up and down to the same rhythm he used on that beautiful woman only moments before. His other hand braced against the tiled wall, his eyes closed and he imagined that the pain of his grip was, instead, the pain of sliding inside the tightness of Madeleine. A virgin, no doubt, the conquest would be sweet for the taking. But the rhythm was such a tease, Aaron worked himself faster, harder, until he felt his balls swell with his future release. His lips parted, the water dripping as it ran down his cheeks to his mouth. A hiccupped moan burst from his chest, the salt of his seed spilled out onto the tiled floor. Shame, a warm blanket suffocating him, he lowered his head into the spray of the water, opened his eyes to watch the evidence of his lust as it rinsed down the drain.
“FUCK!” His voice tore against his throat as he screamed out his frustration. He wanted this woman, there was no fucking doubt that he itched to bury himself deep in her soft heat; would work her into a frenzy that gripped at him, milking him of everything he had to give her. The temptation was so strong. How easily he could slip into the corruption dangled before him by the man whose blood he shared.
A shock shot down the bones of his arm as he slammed his fist against the tiled wall. The skin of his hand tightened, white peeking out where the blood had been squeezed aside. Stepping out of the shower, he toweled off, before moving into his closet to get dressed. After slipping a simple black t-shirt over his chest, he pulled on black slacks and buckled a leather belt around his waist.
Her song played throughout the room, the deep resonance of the cello haunting him with loneliness and the depth of misery. Had she somehow known her future would be so bleak? Was her soul aware of the circumstances that would follow from her public performance on that fated night? If her music was any indication, then yes; Madeleine knew that the outside world would eventually steal her away, toss her into a nightmare from which there was no imaginable end. That’s why she’d hidden herself away behind an instrument so large, behind the safety of the studio walls.
Throwing his door open, he stomped down the hall, pausing just outside Madeleine’s door. His head dropped to his hands, he needed her ready in case company arrived. Unlocking the door, he stepped in the room, stopped suddenly when her head turned to him, her eyes the color of an angry sea burned into his. She was livid, rage pouring from her razor sharp stare.
“Did you need to be fucked into compliance, Ms. Clark?” His hand reached to his crotch, her eyes following, widening at the reminder of how he could take her anytime he pleased. His steps were purposeful, almost feline in their quality. He stalked his little mouse, his breathing becoming ragged at the temptation of her skin laid out like a sinful buffet, begging for his indulgence. Running just the pads of his fingertips along her stomach, his mouth filled with desire, his cock reawakened at the goose bumps that formed beneath his touch.
Eyes the color of forbidden forests gazed down upon her, desire and lust burning behind the swirl
of multi-hued leaves. Maddy stared up at Aaron, her chest heaving as his hands moved up her abdomen, stopping short of her breast before he removed his touch from her skin.
He cleared his throat. “If I remove your gag, will you promise not to scream?” His finger slid along her bottom lip that was pressed outward by the cloth tied to her head. His hands reached behind her, loosening the material, pulling it away from her face and leaving the skin at the corners of her mouth burning from their collision with the cool air of the room. Her instincts told her to scream, to use her voice to chase away the demons that held her. But it was useless while bound by her metal shackles, stretched out taut across the length of the bed.
Dropping the cloth silently to the ground, he reached up to brush his finger across the marks it had left on her mouth. His finger slid along her lips, dipped down into the warm moisture of her mouth. The invasion angered her, her teeth locking themselves against his skin. Aaron hissed above her, his eyes closed and his head falling back from the pain she returned to him. He pulled his finger free, brought it up to his face to inspect the blood, the color of scarlet rubies, as it dripped from where her teeth had broken through.
Anger should have been returned to her, the sting of his fist as it met with her face; but instead, Aaron gave her a wicked grin, and lust was now a raging inferno behind his eyes. His voice rasped out from between his full lips. “Oh, the things you do to me, Madeleine.” Her body clenched at the depth of his voice, the sound of raw desire pouring from each word, fur and razors, satisfaction and pain.
He reached down to rub his finger around the peaks of her breast; the angry color of blood staining the milk of her skin. His head lowered suddenly, taking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue laved against the peak, the warmth and suction working the tip into a tight pebble. Intense pain followed, the feel of his teeth as they bit into her sensitized flesh. She cried out, her body bucking against the warring sensations, her breast swelling with pleasure and the sting of his teeth. Continuing to work at her breasts with a mouth skilled in sinful decadence, his hand moved down her stomach, down farther until his fingers rested atop the opening of her body. She stilled, her breath catching, forcing her breast against his face while fear soaked every inch of her skin. With one final stroke of his tongue against her taut peak, he stood up, his lips swollen from his torment of her breasts. His hand remained against her, his eyebrow arched in question. “Do you want me here, Madeleine? Inside you?”
