A Beautiful Prison

by Snow, Jenika

  “Shhh, sweet Ruby.” He had her in his arms seconds later, and just held her. The soft, almost affectionate stroking of his hand down the back of her head was soothing as much as it was disgusting. She didn’t want to feel anything but hatred for this monster, didn’t want to press her face to his chest and breathe in the dark, spicy scent of the cologne he wore. And she especially didn’t want to feel safe and sated in his arms, because none of this was right or sane.

  But she didn’t push him away, didn’t try and run again. Instead she let him carry her away. It wasn’t just his physical strength that scared her, but the fact he could look at her and make her feel like he could see right into her soul. But even though she knew this with every part of her, she vowed that she would still try to escape. And if she was going to be this man’s sex slave, then she was not going to make it easy for him. But on the heels of that thought she felt even sicker, because didn’t she just submit to him far easier than a captive should?

  Chapter Six

  Ruby listened to the deep, even breaths of Gavin beside her. After he carried her out of the kitchen she had thought he would take her to the blue and silver room he had showed her when she first came here. Instead he had taken her to the room across from that one. Presumably it was his, and the dark-colored theme seemed to fit his personality well. It also made sense that he would want her in the room closest to his, but then she wondered why give her a separate room anyway if he meant for her to be his little plaything?

  None of that really mattered when the end result was still the same. She had been lying on her back, staring at the white textured ceiling for hours. She was naked, as was Gavin, but she hadn’t fought him when he removed her dress, and she hadn’t given any reaction when he got naked as well. Although she had tried not to look at him while he undressed, it was hard not to. His body was perfect with broad shoulders, thick biceps, and a chest that was defined, as if he worked out hard to get that desired effect. She was angry with herself for thinking such things, and for taking an interest in him at all, but it was hard not to when he was right in front of her and seemed totally unselfconscious in his nudity around her.

  She glanced over at him. He was on his back with the black sheet draped across his waist. His abdomen showed the hard lines and ridges of his muscles, but it was the raised part of his anatomy right below the sheet that drew her eyes. He had been so very hard when he took his slacks off, but all he had done was climb in bed beside her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her in close. And then he leaned close to her and kissed her temple as if they were lovers. He had spoken to her for a few moments, telling her he didn’t have to be back at work until the day after next, and that he would show her around the property. Ruby hadn’t said anything, and didn’t care about his life in the least.

  The bizarre and misplaced pillow talk had gone on far longer than she would have liked. She didn’t want to associate with him, didn’t want to find common ground. He wanted her to be okay with all of this, to just accept that this was her fate. Fuck that.

  Now that he was finally in a deep sleep and she was no longer trapped under the heavy, muscular cage of his arm over her belly, she gathered her courage to move. Forcing herself to stay awake even though she was exhausted was hard, but escaping and the thought of her freedom had been a very good incentive.

  He had one arm over his eyes, and she knew if she was going to do this it had to be now. He had said they were in Europe, yet he hadn’t specified what country. He said there were servants, but she hadn’t seen any, and if he made it a point to tell her they would assist her with what she needed, Ruby had to assume they knew of his little buying women hobby, and were just as depraved as he was. That or they were complete morons.

  Ruby pushed the sheet off of her body and very slowly moved off of the bed. Gavin stirred slightly, but his breathing was still deep and even from his sleep. She stilled, though, waiting to make sure he stayed asleep, and when she was confident he was she moved until she sat on the edge of the bed. The wood floor was frigid on the bare soles of her feet. Pushing off the bed and standing, she slowly made her way toward the dress that Gavin had taken off her earlier and draped over one of the fancy chairs in the corner. She kept her eyes on him as she slipped it on. Ruby wasn’t about to go outside without any shoes, but aside from the stilettos and a few ballet flats she had nothing else. Walking over to the armoire as silently as she could, she grimaced and stopped when a floorboard creaked beneath her weight. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, and her palms started to become clammy. She watched Gavin, expecting him to wake at any moment, but he continued to sleep. She breathed out, feeling relief, but far from feeling free just yet.

  After she grabbed a pair of designer flats that looked like she might be able to move quickly in them and not break her neck, she walked over to the door, grabbed the handle, and twisted it. Thank God it opened silently. She pulled the heavy wood open only enough for her to slip through, and then closed it once more. The sound of the grandfather clock that was in the foyer ticked down the seconds, but as if a warning bell had gone off it chimed as it struck midnight. Ruby didn’t know if it would even wake Gavin, but she wasn’t about to find out. She tore off down the hallway, the thick, oriental-style runner beneath her feet making her footsteps soundless. Gripping the banister of the stairs, she took them two at a time, but when she got to the last one she tripped over her feet and fell to the hard marble landing. A hiss escaped her as pain exploded in her kneecaps, but she pushed the discomfort away and scrambled up. The massive double doors that promised her escape were only a few feet away, and she limped over to them. Taking hold of the cold, brass handle with one hand and unlocking the three separate locks with her other, she pulled the heavy door open. A gust of wind whipped by her and moved her hair in front of her face, momentarily blocking her vision. The sound of the door upstairs opening and slamming against the wall, and of the hard, heavy footsteps of Gavin coming for her had her already erratic fear increasing tenfold.

  She ran down the stone steps, but all that was in front of her was flat, manicured lawn. He would surely see her, especially with the moon full and shining a silvery glow that illuminated everything. She only thought about that for a second before taking off to the left, where there was a forest made up of thin, willowy trees. The trunks were thin, not able to offer much in terms of hiding spots, but it was certainly better than the grassy land that was her other option. She ran as fast and hard as she could, and although she shouldn’t have looked over her shoulder, she needed to see where he was at.

  He was moving quickly toward her, still a good distance away, but if she didn’t focus and pick up her pace he would catch her. Her shoes were horrible for running, and with the thick vegetation below her, the almost spidery branches from the trees acting as arms trying to keep her prisoner, Ruby wasn’t gaining as much ground as she would have liked. But for as much crying as she had done since being taken, the tears still came, fast, hard, and salty hot. Her vision blurred, and her breath came out of her in hard, frantic pants. All she could think about was escape, and about finding someone that might be able to help her. She had to have hope that there was something for her out there, and that there was someone that could empathize with her and save her life.

  The sound of his feet crunching right behind her had Ruby moving faster, but she tripped over the tangle of fallen branches, losing one of her shoes in the process. She glanced over her shoulder again, and a scream left her when she saw how close he was. He only wore his suit slacks, and although his feet were also bare, as was his chest, he was moving swiftly toward her with a dark, determined expression on his face. He was mad, livid, and she could feel those emotions come from him like a whip along her tender flesh. Despite her fear, and of the horrifying images of what he would do when he caught her, a warm gush of moisture left her pussy. That had her screaming out and crying harder. This was a race for her life and sanity, a time when arousal should have been the furthest thi
ng from her mind, yet she was getting turned on by him chasing her.

  She stumbled forward again and lost her other shoe, but she pressed on. Her feet hurt something fierce since she no longer had the protection of her shoes, and her arms burned from the thin, almost razor-sharp branches that surrounded her. But for as fast and hard as she was trying to escape, she knew she wouldn’t.

  She felt the presence of his big body right behind her, and swore she felt the humid heat of his breath on the nape of her neck. Ruby screamed and kicked out when he wrapped an arm around her middle and hauled her right off her feet. She thrashed and cursed, trying in vain to get out of his ironclad hold, but it was no use.

  “Calm down, Ruby. All you’re doing is tiring yourself out.” The rage in his voice was barely suppressed, and she shook harder.

  “Fuck you.” She thrashed some more. “Fuck you and your sick, demented mind.” He had his other arm around her chest and she lowered her head and sunk her teeth in his forearm. He cursed and gripped her chin in a painful hold.

  “You’re a young lady, and should watch your fucking mouth.”

  He turned her around and stared at her with eyes that looked so damn frightening she closed her mouth and felt her eyes widen. He let go of her chin, lifted her up, and had her thrown over his shoulder in a matter of seconds.

  “You’re sick, you bastard.” Ruby pounded on his back and kicked at his chest. He suddenly stopped, and the jarring motion had her stopping as well, surprise and fear filling her. Keeping her over his shoulder, he lifted her dress over her ass. A gasp left her as the wind picked up and caused goose bumps to form on her exposed flesh. Before she could scream or struggle he brought his palm right down on one of her bare cheeks. A soundless cry left her at the sting he inflicted, because that had not been a gentle spank. It had been full of force, full of his anger, and clearly punishment for her running. He brought his palm down once more, this time just as hard as the last. She didn’t hold in her scream this time.

  “You’ll be calm, or I’ll have no fucking problem in throwing you on the ground right here and taking your virginity in the dirt like some kind of animal.” He didn’t say anything else for several seconds, and she knew it was because he wanted her to really think about what he had just said. Although she had seen him lose his temper earlier, he had spoken now in such a calm and collected manner—despite the profanity—that it was far scarier than any time before. “Do you understand me, Princess?” Ruby couldn’t talk, couldn’t even breathe as her flesh grew red hot from his palm and a tingling became almost too much too handle between her thighs, but she nodded because she didn’t want to be hit again. “I can be good to you, Ruby, or I can show you exactly what it means to really fear me. Because what I have shown you right now is nothing. The choice is yours on how I react.” He was striding forward again, but she didn’t fight it, and hung there like a ragdoll about to get tossed in the flames of hell.

  * * *

  Gavin’s blood pumped fast through his veins. He was hot from anger and aroused from chasing Ruby through the woods. He strode into his room, kicked the door shut with his foot so hard that when it slammed the pictures on the walls shook from the force. Ruby had stopped her struggles, but her body was tense against his. He tossed her on the bed and she bounced twice on the mattress before scrambling backward. She was now pressed against the headboard, staring at him with a blush covering her cheeks, and a light sheen of perspiration on her face from her attempt to escape him.

  She was scared, no doubt about that, but he also knew she was aroused. He had smelled her arousal when he was walking out of the woods. Her ass had been right by his face, her cunt just inches from his mouth. It had taken a lot of self-control for him not to deliver on the threat of throwing her to the dirty ground in the woods and fucking the shit out of her.

  For several seconds all he did was stare at her. There were a lot of filthy things playing through his mind on what he wanted to do to her. Of course he had expected her to run, had anticipated it. He had been hard just thinking about it, waiting for her to run so he could chase her. His cock throbbed behind the fly of his slacks, and adrenalin and endorphins were steadily filling every part of his body. He had meant to wait before he took her, to be gentle with her for the first time. He could be brutal, but he wouldn’t be cruel. She was already high on her fear of the situation and especially of him, but after her little escape attempt he needed to show her that he was the one in control.

  “W-What do you plan on doing to me?” Her voice wavered, and although her body trembled, she no longer cried.

  “A lot of things, darling.” She glanced around the room frantically. “Don’t worry, Ruby, I won’t do anything to you that you won’t ultimately enjoy.” She was already shaking her head before he finished. “But I shouldn’t allow you to get any kind of pleasure for disobeying me.” He took a step toward the bed. “Although I do so love to see you come undone.”

  “I won’t enjoy anything you give me.”

  He chuckled softly and let his eyes move along her barely covered body. The branches had torn parts of her dress, and as she wore no undergarments beneath it, flashes of her peach-colored skin greeted him.

  “So those two orgasms I gave you in the kitchen were you not enjoying what I have to give?” He walked over to his closet and opened it. He heard her shifting on the bed and looked over at her. “I suggest you sit right there, Ruby.” He kept his voice low.

  “Okay.” She whispered that one word. He nodded and turned back toward his closet. The light clicked on automatically and he stepped inside. He instantly let his gaze land on the dark box sitting on the top shelf. He stepped inside the closet and walked over to it, snatching it off the shelf. The weight was heavy in his hands, and his balls drew up tight at the thought of the items inside.

  As soon as he had purchased her he had made the call to procure the specific items in the box he now held. Adelbert and Drika, the two servants that ran the estate, were out for the evening, and that was perfect because he wanted a still and silent house for when he made Ruby scream.

  He turned back toward her, saw her eyeing the box, and moved until he stood right beside the bed. “When I saw you on that stage I immediately thought how lovely you would look in pearls.” She knitted her brows, clearly confused by what he meant, but she would understand soon enough. “Take the dress off, Ruby.” She didn’t obey right way, but his patience had long since run its course. “Now.” Her eyes widened at the harsh way he said that word, but she did obey. “Good girl.” She sat up so she was on her knees, and pulled the dress off, but instantly covered her breasts with one arm and placed a hand over her mound. He shook his head. “You don’t cover yourself from me.” He stared directly into her eyes and purred in approval when she dropped her arms back to her sides. Her breasts were large for her small body, with nipples tipped pink. He let his gaze travel down to her smooth, flat belly, flared hips, and pussy, which was covered with a trimmed thatch of dark hair. There was more hair there than he liked, but that was easy enough to take care of at a later date.

  “Please.” She said softly. “I’m afraid of you.”

  He smiled. His cock surged forward, throbbing from his pulse. “You should be.” He moved closer and she scooted back, but stayed on the bed. He set the box down and opened the lid. Inside there were several strands of pearls and a small one-strip leather whip. Gavin had never been one for hardcore BDSM, but there were certain aspects that he did enjoy that could be construed as such. He took out the items and set them on the bed. Ruby eyed them with a wary expression. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.” It took her a second to comply, but she did, albeit slowly. “I realize that I shouldn’t have been so lenient with you.” He glanced up at her. She was staring at the items on the bed, but she must have felt his stare because she looked up at him.

  He picked up the strand of pearls that had been reinforced to his specifications. “I have to be gentle with you, because you are very fragile,
even if you like to show your strength.” He ran the pads of his fingers over the smooth, creamy roundness of the beads. “I had this specifically made for you, had it rushed to our home before we got here. I just know you’re going to look gorgeous in them.”

  “You want me to wear a necklace?”

  “Yes, Ruby, but not around your neck.” He placed a knee on the bed and moved closer to her. Her breasts slightly shook from the jarring motion of him moving along the mattress, and his dick throbbed painfully.

  “I don’t understand.” Ruby still had a flush on her cheeks, but it also spread down to her chest and covered the big mounds of her breasts. Without answering, Gavin took hold of her hands and lifted them above her head. He unclasped the strand of pearls, wrapped them around both of her wrists, and secured them to the slates of the headboard.

  “Do you understand now, Ruby?” He leaned over her, making sure the pearls were secure enough that she couldn’t get out of them, but that they didn’t cut off circulation. “I had these made so I can restrain you, and do whatever I wish to your body.” He sat back and watched her struggle slightly, testing the strength of them. “They can’t be broken, and will do nicely to keep you right where I want you.” He ran his fingers over the line of her jaw, down her neck and over her collarbones. He stopped right before he made contact with her breasts. She breathed out hard, and the action caused those gloriously plump mounds to rise and fall.