Blood Red Rose (Rose and Thorn Book 1)

by Fawn Bailey

  “Tell me you don’t want it,” he prompted me. “Come on, little one, it’ll only make me harder.”

  My mouth opened in an effort to give him what he wanted, but not a single word came out. He stared at me for a second, as if entranced by my sudden inability to speak. And then he threw his head back and laughed at my misfortune, just like he had when I woke up in that beautiful room and realized I was still as trapped as ever. My surroundings may have changed – I was no longer being punished, but I was still a prisoner. And I would fight the invisible shackles around my ankles and wrists until the day I died.

  “You can’t,” he said mockingly. “You can’t even say it, can you?”

  “I…” I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken.

  But there wasn’t a single other word left. I didn’t know what to say. The shame of my reality threatened to swallow me up whole. I wanted to disappear. I didn’t want to exist anymore. Anything, so I wouldn’t have to face my own perverted dreams. They’d truly broken me. They’d truly made me want this. Pia, with her heartbreakingly stunning face. Ellis, with his threatening voice that promised delightful, dark pleasures. Even the other girls, the other men whom I’d barely interacted with. They made me want this.

  “They didn’t,” Ellis said darkly, and I realized I’d spoken out loud. “You really think of us like that? Like we’re fucking monsters?”

  “Aren’t you?” I threw back at him, regretting my choice of words the second he reached me, his fingers wrapping around my chin and lifting my head up firmly.

  “You are here to serve a purpose,” he said darkly. “But we would never have taken you if we didn’t see it inside you. The need to belong. The need to be controlled. The need to be hurt while someone’s fucking you. You want to be exploited. You want to be made into a plaything, don’t you, little one?”

  I stayed quiet, my mind struggling against my body as my lips begged to answer him. Begged to say the words I wanted to keep to myself because they were too shameful to be said out loud.

  “You think I’m going to rape you…” His voice was soft as his fingers caressed my cheek, and I swallowed thickly, my eyes glued to his and anticipating his next move. “Poor little girl… You can’t rape the willing.”

  He forced two thick, strong fingers into my mouth and my lips clamped shut around them, sucking on instinct. I hated the way it made him laugh like he knew he’d been right.

  “Good girl,” he drawled out. “Come on, I know you can get them deeper.”

  I sank my teeth down into his knuckles, angry and somehow ready to resist him.

  He withdrew his hand without saying a word and slapped me across the face with no warning, so hard the chair fell back and I struggled on the floor.

  He picked me up as gently as ever, the chair upright once again. I ignored the tears burning my eyes and stared at him defiantly.

  “You think you can fight this?” he asked me. “You think if you resist, you’ll stop wanting it?”

  That was exactly what I thought, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Instead, I just stared back and half-hoped he’d punish me, while my mind silently begged him to go on.

  “I won’t do another thing,” he promised. “Without you begging me. Not now, not ever. You need to learn how to ask for what you want, you understand?”

  I didn’t nod or shake my head. Just stared at him. And he groaned at the sight of me, his hand going between his legs and palming the hardness there. My eyes grew wider as I stared at him, afraid yet shamefully eager for him to go on. There was so much more I wanted. And I now knew that I wanted it to be him. Not one of those other rough, horribly handsome men. I wanted it to be Ellis.

  “P-Please,” I muttered, and he lowered his face next to mine, his breath cool against my cheek as I turned away, unable to hold his gaze.

  “Please what?” he asked in a low, threatening growl.

  “Please,” I begged. “I just… I’m just scared.”

  “I know…” His voice changed to sweet, kind, and worried. “I know you’re scared, little one. It’s all so new, isn’t it?”

  And then he pushed his hand forcibly between my legs and I couldn’t stop gasping.

  Everything I’d tried to hide. My soaked panties, my slippery thighs, everything at the touch of his fingertips. And he didn’t even seem surprised as he looked into my eyes and moved his hand over my panties, making me moan so loudly I flushed in embarrassment, thankful that the room was soundproof.

  “So scared,” he went on. “But so fucking wet for me. How do you explain that?”

  “I-I… I don’t k-know,” I whispered, and his fingers dug against the lacy fabric, making me mewl. “Please, don’t…”

  “Don’t?” he repeated. “Don’t get you ready for my cock? Don’t touch what’s mine for the night? If you think you can stop me, little one, you have another thing coming.”

  “I’m a virgin,” I blurted, and he stared into my eyes, his own blazing with fire I didn’t understand. “Please, please, I’m a virgin. Don’t do this to me.”

  “A virgin?” he asked simply, tucking my hair behind my ear with his free hand and smiling at me. “I know you’re a virgin, silly girl. You didn’t think we checked for that?”

  I froze on the chair, my limbs immobilized by what he’d just said.

  Checked me… They’d checked me.

  I remembered waking up in a different outfit, with my hair and makeup and even my nails done. I felt horrible, sick to my stomach. What had they done? What had they done to my body when I was drugged?

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “It wasn’t me… A doctor. A woman.”

  The thought of another woman being involved in their fucked-up games only made me dry-retch, and he stared at me as the tears poured down my face. I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Now, I was just fucking angry and even more sure than before that I was going to get my revenge. I would kill this man for what he’d done to me. He wouldn’t make it out of this alive.

  “I hate you,” I blurted, and he stared at me, my eyes red-rimmed and pouring tears. “I hate you and what you did to me, to all those girls. You’re a monster.”

  For once, he didn’t offer a remark back. He turned his back to me and walked away. For a second, I was sure he was going to walk out on me, but then he stopped at the chest in the room, and my vision clouded by tears again. He retrieved something from it, sliding it under his jacket and approaching me again.

  “I understand,” he said, his voice detached as he looked somewhere past me. “I understand your anger, little one. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be punished for the way you acted today. You know I can’t let you get away with that, right? Tell me you understand.”

  I stared back, unwilling to give him the answer he wanted. I would sooner swallow my tongue than agree with his sick punishments.

  “No?” he asked, sighing heavily. “Fine. Your three hours of punishment just turned into a whole night.”

  Still not knowing what my punishment was, I just stared at him, my tears now dried on my cheeks. I would defy him until the very end, make him regret the way he’d treated me. He wouldn’t get away with this. Not after I escaped and told everyone what was going on in his sick, depraved world. That he was grooming young women into sex slaves, that he’d forced me to submit to him, playing sick mind games with my head.

  “Fine, be quiet,” he said simply. “We’ll see how eager you are to talk in the morning.”

  He kneeled next to me, and with a single yank of his powerful, muscular hands, ripped my panties off me. The lace snapped and I whimpered at the feeling, and then I was painfully naked, my legs desperately pressing together to preserve some sort of decency. But he didn’t give a shit, didn’t even look me in the eyes as he brought out a vibrator from underneath his jacket.

  It didn’t look like the toy Carina had had back at the studio. Some of the girls had teamed up and given it to her as a gag gift for her 21st birthday, and I joined in the giggles and eye
-rolling, while I was secretly intrigued by the phallic-shaped object. This one was bigger though, thicker too, and meaner looking. It was clear and enormous, slightly curving up at the end.

  “So, you tell me, little one,” Ellis said darkly. “Do you want to lose your virginity to this?”

  I bit my bottom lip to stop the cry from escaping, and he smirked at me.

  “You have two choices,” he said simply. “Either I put this in your pussy, and you handle it vibrating in there all fucking night…”

  I closed my eyes tightly, willing him to go away and leave me in peace. Even the prison cell would have been better than this madness.

  “Or I can put it in your ass,” he finished. “It’ll be up to you how deep it goes. We’ll see how much balance that pretty little dancer’s body really has. And I’ll only put it on the lowest setting, because I’m nice like that.”

  I swallowed my tears and the urge to spit in his face, and opened my eyes again.

  “M-my ass,” I managed to get out. “Put it u-up my ass.”

  “Good choice,” he grinned at me darkly. “I would have picked the same for you. It would be a damned shame to waste that virginity on a toy, don’t you think so?”

  He forced my legs apart as if it was the easiest thing in the world. The lace scrap of my panties lay discarded on the floor, and Ellis glanced at them before turning back to me. I was shaking with fear like I’d never known before.

  “Don’t you worry, little one,” he said. “Everything has a purpose. Now get on those toes, show me what a good girl you are.”

  I raised my legs to my tiptoes, my ass moving off the seat. And then I watched him get a bottle of clear liquid, squeezing it all over his hand and massaging it into me. I felt violated with his hands against me, his fingers poking and prying in places I most definitely didn’t want them in. It wasn’t repulsive, but it wasn’t very arousing either. And my legs were starting to strain from the position I was in. I wasn’t sure how long I would last, but surely not all night long.

  He placed the toy beneath me, the tip digging into my ass. I squirmed a little but he told me to relax, his voice suddenly gentle and sweet as he urged me to lower myself on it slowly.

  “Come on,” he said, his voice kind. “I know you can do it, just a little bit more, let it slide inside you.”

  I whimpered, but he merely touched his fingers to my cheek. I leaned into his touch and hated myself for it, but there was nothing I could have done to fight it. I felt the toy pressing against me, not roughly, not gently either. And then I felt him reaching below me, wrapping his fingers around the vibrator.

  “I’ll help you,” he promised. So sweet. So caring. “Just a little bit more, little one. Come on, just a little bit lower. Do you feel that? Do you feel it going inside your tight asshole?”

  “Please!” I cried out, suddenly unbearably embarrassed. “Please stop!”

  “No, I can’t stop now,” he said.

  It was deep now, his voice. Deep, dark and rumbling.

  I opened my eyes to beg with them and noticed his hand was on his trousers. Rubbing there.

  “What are you doing,” I whispered, forgetting to make it a question.

  “I need to come,” he growled. “Keep going, little one.”

  “No, I…” I said uselessly and then felt it go inside my ass.

  It just slipped in, and suddenly I felt fuller than I ever had. It was filling me in a way I couldn’t even describe. Filthy, it felt so fucking filthy I shivered, making it slide deeper. Now I wasn’t whimpering or begging him anymore. I was moaning. Low, deep moans that embarrassed the hell out of me. I felt my own cheeks flush as I looked down, biting my bottom lip.

  “You fucking love it,” he muttered against my ear, his hand working his cock through his trousers. “Oh God, you dirty little slut, I knew you would.”

  11

  Harlow

  I ignored his words, ignored the whole world around us.

  The only thing I was aware of anymore was the toy pressing inside my ass and how dirty it felt. I felt my ass clutching it, pulling it deeper inside despite my efforts not to let my heels sink. My ass wanted this, my body begged for it. I was desperate to just let go and let it happen, yet too scared to let my legs give out, and too frozen to let my mind off the hook. I kept holding, listening to him jerking off, his groans almost as desperate as my own. I cried out, a soft little whisper as I felt my ass grip the toy.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Ellis muttered. “Just do it, Harlow.”

  He’d said my name, my fucking name. My eyes flew to him and I watched his own desperate gaze mirroring my own. I hadn’t heard my name in so long. I longed to hear it again, to have him whisper it, beg me using that name, beg me like I was a human, not an expensive toy he’d bought to play with however cruelly he wanted to.

  “Say it again,” I begged him breathlessly, and his eyes turned furious.

  For a second, I was sure he was going to hit me again, but he didn’t seem to want that. In fact, I witnessed something twist inside him at that moment, his eyes softening as he kept looking at me. I realized I’d wrapped him around my little finger, as simple as that, by doing something I actually fucking enjoyed. Now I would have to take advantage of him, use him any way I possibly could to get the fuck out of there.

  “Harlow,” he whispered, and I moaned, throwing my head back and slowly letting the toy slip deeper.

  It felt like being filled to the brim and then some more. Like I was about to pass out from the sheer feeling of it, my eyes fluttering closed every half a second, unable to stay open.

  “Fuck, look at me,” he told me. “Look at me, Harlow, I want your eyes on mine when it happens.”

  He grabbed my throat and I fought my restraints shamefully because I wanted to hold him and have him comfort me, not run away.

  “Look. At. Me.”

  His voice was nothing but a growl, and I let my eyes go to his, begging him for God knows what. Mercy, or maybe a helping hand.

  “Come on,” he whispered. “Almost there, baby.”

  Baby… Baby… Like he cared about me, like he gave a shit.

  My heels dropped to the ground and I let out gasp after gasp as my ass sank on the toy. It was so deep, so impossibly deep, and it hurt. My bottom lip quivered, and I sobbed against him, suddenly overwhelmed, needing him so badly my legs shook, rattling the chair on the floor.

  “Please,” I begged him, tears flowing down my face, my mouth hanging open uselessly. “Please hold me!”

  He grabbed me, pulling me closer and kissing my face, my skin, my lips, my eyelids. It felt insane. Like we were both fucking mad. Me, crying openly for him, and Ellis grabbing onto me like I was his lifeline.

  I’d never sobbed like that, helplessly and with genuine fear in every tear. But he held me through it all.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered, so softly I could have imagined it.

  And then he was off his feet, his hand shaking as he unzipped the trousers, holding my head up with his other hand.

  “Open up,” he said urgently. “Come on, open your mouth, little one.”

  Gone were my name and the term of endearment I preferred. Now there was nothing left but desperation and the need to use me like a whore. And I responded to it desperately, because it was exactly what I needed, an endless flaming fire of shame burning in the pit of my stomach.

  I stuck my tongue out and looked up at him, the toy buried inside me. My body had known what to do, what Ellis wanted, and I was desperate to give it to him.

  He pulled his trousers down, and then his boxers, and my eyes watered as I waited. His cock was above me then, thick and impossibly long, with veins bulging all over.

  “Wider,” he barked, and I stretched my mouth as wide open as it would go, and then some more until I felt like my lips would split open.

  He was jerking his cock and my arms twitched against the rope because I wanted to do it myself. For a second, I was sure he would untie me, but he ch
anged his mind and kept going. My eyes watched and I felt mesmerized as he groaned, suddenly so fucking helpless, and he splattered his load all over me.

  I twitched when the first spurt landed on my tongue, but there was nowhere to go, and then he was holding my head in place with his free hand, the other one feeding me his cum, his tip hot and pulsating against my tongue. I retched, but he wouldn’t let go. He wiped his cock on my tongue and fed me, his fingers working, wiping himself all over my lips, urging me to lick it up. Brokenly, I succumbed to his demands. I ate his cum like a whore and felt every bit the broken plaything he wanted to turn me into.

  He didn’t stop until I’d licked it all up, and then he zipped up and leaned down next to me, leaving a fleeting kiss against my cheek, and tapping my ass with his hand.

  “You’ve been a good girl,” he said, not unkindly. “I’ll be back in the morning.”

  “What?” I cried out, my eyes widening. “No, don’t, please… I was so good…”

  “Shh,” he said gently, picking up my panties from the floor. “It’s okay, little one. It’ll be over soon.”

  He stuffed the panties into my mouth and muffled my scream, filling my mouth with my own taste. I could only watch as he removed his tie and wrapped it around my head, through my teeth, holding my gag in place.

  He tightened the ropes around my legs and walked away, carefree and easy. He turned around when he’d almost reached the door, and he smiled at me gently over his shoulder.

  “Oh,” he muttered. “How could I have forgotten?”

  He approached me again and kneeled next to me. His hands went to my ass and I whimpered in relief when he touched the dildo. I forced my legs up again, giving him easy access.

  “Good girl,” he said softly and clicked the toy on to the lowest setting. “There you go, little one. Enjoy.”

  He moved back and I stared at him in absolute horror, my cries muffled. He smiled and walked away, turning the light off before he left and throwing me into complete, utter darkness.

  And in it, there was nothing but the feeling of pure pleasure, and the most frightening, intense pain.