by M. S. Willis
He continued his caress until he’d found that small bundle of nerves, pressed against it softly, circling around and driving her mad. The musk scent of passion filled the air, her hips undulating against his hand begging for more. Pulling back he lifted the robe more fully up her body revealing an ass that most men would praise, but not one as heart shaped and soft as that of Madeleine’s. Disappointment churned through him, his dick becoming soft as he considered what a poor replacement this woman was for the one currently bound to his bed. Where Maddy was soft, this woman was hard, the feminine curves absent in favor of a slender form. Closing his eyes, he attempted to imagine this was his mouse bared to him across the table, that it was her moans and mewls emanating from the head pulled tight to the table. Pulling the sodden string of cloth aside, Aaron inserted a finger into the moist heat of her core, his mouth dropping partially open at the sound of her whimpers.
“Oh, please, Aaron, I need more.” Emily begged him to continue, but her voice only served to annoy him. It wasn’t the voice of his angel.
“Don’t talk or I’ll stop and leave you here for your doorman to have his way with you.” A threat, yes … but not exactly the truth. Aaron intended to use her for what she was worth, but if she annoyed him in the process, he would leave her sated and displayed for the help to discover. Aaron pumped his hand into her several times, not impressed by the looseness of her body. He needed something tight in that moment, something more like Maddy. Pulling his finger up, he found the tight pucker of her ass, used the lubrication already dripping from his finger to push in slightly, enjoying the way her body bucked in surprise.
“I believe I’ll take you here, where I can feel you along every inch of me.” His voice was rough as he spoke of his decision. Pushing farther in, she cried out from the force his finger made through muscles not yet relaxed.
Her voice barely a whisper as she replied, “You’d be my first.”
Pulling out, Aaron responded by leaning over her to whisper in her ear. “But not your last, I’m sure.”
She giggled in response, her hedonism an amusing thing rather than being shamed by her promiscuous reputation. “We could change that.”
A smile creased his lips, the audacity of her to think he’d change was such a comical thought. Dropping his pants down around his ankles, he mocked, “I’d have to want you for more than a few hours to ensure it. Unfortunately, there’s no interest in me to have your body much longer than that.”
Her jaw dropped just as he quickly pulled on a condom before lathering his cock in the evidence of her arousal. Pulling up, he pressed against the tight opening of her ass, pushing in slowly to relax the muscular walls. He could see her face furrow from the discomfort he was causing and it made him push against her harder, faster, enjoying the agony inflicted against a women he despised.
“Aaron, you’re hurting me.” Her voice pled with him to slow down, her ass tightening in response to her panic.
Dipping back for more lubrication, he pulled back up in position at the opening before he growled, “Isn’t that what you wanted?” With his last word, he surged forward, burying himself halfway inside her, his girth stretching and pulling at the muscles of her ass. She cried out, but purred as she started to relax. Once stilled, he moved back and forth, enticing her body to allow him entry. His head fell back as he slowly pushed in, his mind not on the promiscuous blonde tied to the table, but rather, on the innocent woman he’d left at his home. While milking his body within the depths of this bitch and after finally burying himself fully inside, he reached around to grab her hips, becoming angry when he felt bone instead of the soft flesh of his slave. He grit his teeth, and gripped her body so hard, he knew he’d leave bruises. No longer holding back, he powered into her, not caring if her cries were from pleasure or pain, only needing a release so strong, it would keep him sated for those moments when Maddy infected his soul.
Releasing her hips, he slapped the smooth contour of her ass, leaving a handprint so red, he wondered if it would welt from the force of the hit. Emily continued to cry out and was barely heard over the sound of her body being hit against the table to which she was bound. He allowed his body to frenzy, didn’t dare slow down to think of the needs of the woman whose body he was using. When he found release, he spilled into her heavily, the muscle of his ass clenching from the force of his orgasm, his body quivering as he came down from the high.
He pulled out, grabbed a towel from another table nearby and cleaned himself before tucking himself away back into his pants. When he glanced at Emily, he noticed tears streaking down her satisfied face. Apparently, she’d found her release, although he’d never intended to give her one.
Moving around the table, he pulled the lever that released her chains and quickly moved to remove her from the shackles. Straightening his clothes, he pulled out his wallet to retrieve a dollar bill. He tossed it quickly onto the table before striding across the room to leave. “It’s been fun, Emily. We should do this again sometime.” His tone was matter of fact, no emotion toward the body he’d just used.
“That’s it?!” Her voice shrieked as she pushed herself up before smoothing down her robe. Aaron turned around and immediately noticed how the side of her face was red and creased from the wood grain of the table. “That’s all you’re giving me?! It’s because of that whore, isn’t it?!”
The hairs on the back of his neck stood straight as he tightened his spine; every muscle in his body painful and taut from her reference to Madeleine as a common whore. His voice deepened and was dangerously quiet when he asked, “And what do you know of my slave?”
She swept her hand through the air while flippantly brushing off his anger. “Who doesn’t know, Aaron? I don’t know why you sound so upset about it. So, you’ve sunk to the level of using the bitches kept at your disposal? So what?” Swaggering in his direction, her hands rubbed along her breasts as she attempted to entice him. “However, I’ll be damned to come second to a low class fuck. Bitch has to be pretty loose by now, given how often they are used by the members of The Estate.”
She approached him, invading his space and pressing the length of her body to his. Speaking in a tone that should only be used by a child, she begged, “Please, baby, show me what you do to your slave. Teach me what it’s like to be your whore.”
His hand gripped into her hair, causing tears to burst from her eyes. Backing her against a wall equipped with another set of chains, he turned her around and raised her arms to lock her wrists above her head. Anger rolled off of his body and it took everything in him not to reach for one of the available blades to cut out her apathetic heart. How any woman could make light of the sexual abuse of another was beyond him. However, his reaction was further enraged because it was his captive she’d been discussing.
“You want to know what it feels like to be a whore?! “ Leaning into her, he pressed his hand against the back of her head, shoving her skull up against the unforgiving surface of the wall. Barely understandable, he growled, “Let me fucking show you.”
Aaron chose a cane from the wall and did not hesitate to swing it with enough force to leave angry purple bruises across her skin. Over and over, he beat it across her body causing her to howl out in pain before finally breaking into tears and begging him to stop. An audible sigh of relief escaped her mouth when she heard him drop the cane, not realizing he needed an instrument that would draw blood from the skin. Grabbing a smaller whip he slapped it across the backs of her thighs; small crimson streaks appearing before leaking along her legs. Her face was an expression of pure terror as he continued his assault, so thoroughly enraged that he lost himself to the violence. After also dropping the whip, he instinctually grabbed one of the knives and moved to her, holding the dulled blade to her cheek. The edge was not sharp enough for a clean execution, but it was enough to sully the face of the bitch at his mercy.
He held the blade to her skin so that it pressed sharply into her cheek, a line formed where the steel sliced throu
gh flesh while he mocked her for her cruelty. “You asked to be treated like a common whore, nothing more than an object to be used and mistreated. I hope you enjoyed it, bitch, because I’ve made sure you’ll never forget what it means to play that role.”
She screamed out as he pulled the blade along her cheek, leaving a jagged cut that would scar once it had healed. Emily’s beauty was the only thing she cherished and he took it from her without pity; much like The Estate had taken Maddy’s freedom from her. Leaving Emily chained, Aaron dropped the knife to the floor alongside the other tools he’d pulled from the wall. Shutting the door behind him, he listened as Emily screamed out, “You fucking bastard! I’ll have you killed for this.”
A feral smile across his face, he closed the door behind him, not concerned with the threats made by an unfeeling slut. Weaving through the halls and running hurriedly down the stairs, Aaron found his way out of Emily’s house and into his car to return home. Laughing as he drove off, he wondered what the doorman would think when he found his lady left bloodied and shackled to a wall.
Chapter Eighteen
Maddy sat at the dining table poking at her food as Xander stood behind her in his usual position at her back. She huddled over the table, shamed by her nudity, but Xander had refused her clothes when he’d freed her, even taking the shirt off her body that Aaron had used to position her head. Her body was covered in the scent of shameful arousal when Xander had entered the room. His eyes, blue as the Caribbean Sea, were filled with a combination of sympathy and anger. He didn’t speak as he untied her, or when he led her to the bathroom. The silence remained as he’d led her into the dining room to feed her.
It didn’t matter, though. Even had Xander been an excellent conversationalist, Maddy would have been a weak participant. She was angry with Aaron for his behavior that morning, but also angry with herself for having expected anything different. An enigma hidden in a beautiful package, Aaron drew her in when he was considerate and kind; but his ability to lash out in anger, to terrify her with no guilt for his actions, that was the time when Maddy feared she faced the true damaged spirit hidden within him.
Regardless of the torment he’d inflicted on her body that morning, regardless of her shame and her sorrow, the only words she could focus on were his last. She knew he was off loving the body of some other woman. Jealousy creeping along her spine, she stiffened each time the image of Aaron curled together with a woman in the throes of passion haunted her mind. The emotions racing through her were confusing. She wanted to hate him, wanted to vilify him and only remember that he was the reason for her captivity, but yet … there was something about him. Not easily seen, it was when she watched him in those few quiet moments they shared; his caution when treating her wounds, the minute hint of reluctance in his eyes when he was on the brink of rage.
“Are you done eating?”
Maddy jumped when Xander spoke, having become accustomed to his silence over the previous few hours. Dropping her fork on the plate, she pushed it aside, waited for Xander to take it from the table and give her his next command. After Xander had removed the dish and placed it in the sink, he pulled out a chair next to where she sat, surprising her. Sitting down, he rested his elbows against the table and looked at her, a question in his expression.
“Do you mind telling me what happened this morning?” The softness of his voice astounded her. Usually vigilant in his lack of emotion, concerned seeped out in his question, his hard mask removed for the briefest of moments. She sat silently, her head looking down at the fine wood grain of the table. Not knowing if she should reveal the events of the morning, she attempted to avoid Xander’s gaze by tracing the veins in the wood.
“Cricket, you need to tell me. Aaron never leaves this place without telling me where he’s going. This morning, he didn’t look like he was in a good place.” His hand reached out to stop hers. “Talk to me, Maddy.”
At first shocked by his use of her name, reluctance finally settled like a veil over her heart. Eventually, she spoke up, not knowing how Xander would react. “I woke up before he did. I wanted to let him sleep, but I got curious.” She peeked up at him through her lashes to see if she could determine whether he’d already become angry. Finding nothing but a blank expression, she continued. “I looked through his music, found a CD that was mine and I played it.” Waiting for an angry reaction, she grew quiet again.
“What did Aaron do when you played the music?” Xander’s voice was so foreign, like a counselor speaking to a child, he softly guided her through the details of her confession.
A single tear ran from her eye when she thought of the events that followed. “I became lost in the music … much like I do when I’m performing.” She sighed. “When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me … shaking, he was so mad. He … he threw me on the bed, tied me up, did things to me … ” The volume of her voice trailed off on those last words, she was not able to admit to what Aaron had done to her body.
Xander nodded his head, but remained quiet for a few minutes as he absorbed what she’d said. Finally reaching some inward conclusion, he asked, “Did he violate you?”
“Does it matter?
“It does.”
“If you mean, did he have sex with me, no … I wasn’t worthy of his … his … of him.” She tried to repeat the vulgar words used by Aaron as he left, but her tongue couldn’t quite form the sound. “He said he was leaving to go sleep with another woman.”
Xander groaned as he ran his hands over his face. He knew exactly which woman Aaron would have gone to see and regretted not having stopped him. Emily was like poison even to the most unscrupulous of men. Standing up, he reached out to take Maddy’s hand. “Thank you for being honest with me, Cricket. I’m sure that wasn’t an easy story for you to tell.”
Maddy took Xander’s hand, oddly comforted by his words. She followed behind him as he led her down the corridor to the bathroom he’d taken her to when she’d first arrived. “You need to take a bath. I’m sure Aaron will be on his way back soon enough. The woman I suspect he went to see can only be tolerated for a short period of time.”
His words had been meant to lighten her mood, but instead they weighed her down and disturbed her. Before, it had only been a threat, but Xander’s words had served to confirm what Aaron had gone to do. Even more disturbing was the fact that she cared.
As Xander drew the bath, Maddy thought she heard the front door open and slam close. Xander must have heard it as well, because he immediately looked up from the water and held up a finger indicating for her to stay put. Having been left alone in the bathroom, Maddy attempted to listen to what the two men were saying, but was only met with the heavy sound of boots walking briskly through the corridor. Xander opened the door and reentered. Turning off the water, he turned to her. “Bath’s ready. Be sure to wash up well. I trust that you won’t try anything crazy, especially right now. Aaron’s not in a good mood.”
Maddy nodded and climbed in the warm water, luxuriating in the way it helped soothe her tired body. Once she’d gotten settled, Xander left the room and turned right toward Aaron’s bedroom. Knocking on the door, Xander didn’t wait for Aaron to answer before entering and finding Aaron sitting on the bed holding the brown scarf he’d used earlier to tie Madeleine to the posts.
“What happened?”
Aaron didn’t look up to acknowledge Xander’s question. His shoulders weighted, his head roaring with conflicting emotions and thoughts, Aaron just kept staring at the binds he used on Maddy. “We may be hearing from Emily sometime soon, I left her in a … compromising … position.” Wrapping the soft material over his hands, Aaron pulled it so tight, the once pink skin turned red, outlined by white. By the time Xander spoke again, Aaron’s hand had started to feel like pins and needles from the lack of blood flowing through it.
“I’m not worried about Emily. She’s a pretty face and a fast fuck, she has nothing of value to offer The Estate, and therefore, she has no power. I am, ho
wever, worried about you. Your mouse told me what happened this morning. Do you care to discuss it?” Xander’s question was not asked easily, there were times when Aaron spoke freely and others where the information was so personal, Aaron became enraged if any person dared to inquire.
As Aaron released the scarf from around his hand, a heavy sigh also escaped his lips. “I treated her like a slave, Xander. There’s nothing I can do to avoid it. If she fails when presented, they’ll toss her to Emory or Vincent just to spite me. She’ll die horribly at the hands of either of those jackals.” Pausing for a moment, Aaron gathered his thoughts. “If I have to make her hate me in order to save her, I will, even if it destroys me in the process. I only need to keep her alive until the alliance against my father finally strikes. If we can take the bastard down, I’ll set her free.”
“It’ll come back to you, Aaron. You can’t set her free. She’ll send the authorities.” Xander’s concern was apparent in the hurried nature of his words.
Aaron looked up at his lifelong friend. “The authorities are bought and paid for by The Estate. I won’t go to jail, Xander. It doesn’t matter either way. I’m not sure I’ll live for very long after I finally let her go … ”
A weighted silence fell between the two men. With reluctance in his tone, Xander finally responded, “Let’s get her trained, Aaron. We’re running out of time.”
Throwing down the scarf, Aaron watched as it fell, mimicking liquid chocolate spilling down to puddle on the floor. Standing up on tired legs, he walked to his closet to change into a fitted black t-shirt. When he returned to the bedroom, Xander had already left the room. He looked around the room for a moment, in part, stalling the inevitable interaction he was about to have with Maddy, but also in part, attempting to figure out a way to introduce her reward for good behavior. When his eyes caught sight of the CD case laid open on the floor near his stereo, an idea struck him. Quickly moving to the other side of the room, he picked up the case and then reached over to turn on the CD.
