Last Broken Rose_A Dark Romance

by Fawn Bailey

  "More," I begged. "You know what I need..."

  His hand held my throat gently, his fingertips stroking my skin like it was a precious thing.

  "What do you need?" he asked me deeply, his eyes never leaving mine.

  "You," I told him. "I want you. All of you. Come inside me. Fill me up."

  "Say it," he grunted against my lips, fucking so hard it made me catch my breath every time I felt him pushing into my cervix. "Say what you want, Rose."

  "Please..." I managed weakly, but he fucked harder.

  Fucked until I screamed with the need to come on his cock.

  "Say it!" he growled at me and I opened my mouth so the words could spill out.

  "Please Thorn, breed me. Make me yours. Fuck me deeper. Fuck it into me."

  He transformed into a beast that held me more gently than ever. But he kept driving his cock into my dripping, creaming pussy and I started to cry the second my orgasm hit, rocking my body and making me beg for him to keep going. He couldn't have stopped anyway, couldn't have given me a minute's break. He was a man possessed, pounding into me, pushing himself into an orgasm that would rock the earth.

  I clung to him, my long nails digging into the skin on his back, scratching savagely while I begged and moaned and wished for him to come.

  "I know you're holding back!" I moaned in desperation. "You fucking bastard, you jerk, you-you..."

  He laughed against my throat, covered my mouth and kept fucking me while I moaned against his flesh.

  "I come when I want to," he told me darkly. "I knock you up when I want to. From now on, we'll keep you nice and on edge. So fucking ready you'll be dripping all over the floor when I decide to fuck you."

  I screamed please after please into his palm and he finally went on.

  "Here's what's going to happen," he grunted into my ear. "You'll be tied to your bench. You know which one, our favorite. You'll be tied down with your ass. Up. In. The. Air."

  Every word punctuated with a thrust inside me that made me howl when I came again.

  "I'm going to breed that sweet little pussy until I've put a baby inside you," he grunted, and I came again, just like that. "I'm going to fucking come in your womb, Rose. Where my cum belongs."

  He moved his hand off my mouth and held down my hips, fucking deeper and harder than ever.

  "Moan for me," he said breathlessly, and I couldn't have stopped if I tried.

  I could feel him starting to lose control. His breathing got more and more labored, his words needy, controlling whispers that told me exactly what to do.

  I loved getting this kind of rise out of him, fucking loved it when he gave into his urges. I knew he was holding back and this time I didn't encourage him to let go. Instead I pushed and pushed and waited until his demanding voice broke.

  "Rose," he groaned, pumping into me with the same force, but getting slower and slower. "Fuck, Rose."

  "Please," I begged him. "Come inside me, I'm so desperate Master, I need it so much."

  He groaned and fucked deeper, a little harder.

  "Faster," I said. "Hurt me. Please hurt me, Master!"

  It set him off in seconds, and he cursed out loud when he pushed his cock deeper than he'd ever been. I felt him touching walls I didn't know existed, and he sprayed his cum inside me, painting the walls of my womb.

  "Keep going," I whispered, and he grabbed me by my mouth, really grabbed me and held down as he moved, filling me up completely.

  "Are you sure?" he asked roughly. "I won't be able to slow down. Be gentle. I'll be rough. Meaner than you're used to. Do you understand?"

  "I do," I whispered. "Please, Master."

  Immediately, his hand covered my mouth again. His other hand went to my nipples, punishing them by pinching them into tight, painful peaks.

  I thrashed and twisted and turned under his arms, but I was no match for him. No match for the intense mix of pleasure and pain he delivered, making my body submit only for him.

  I screamed against his palm and he licked the tears off my face, telling me how good I tasted while he fucked me again. I felt his cum inside me, coating him and making his fucking sloppy, slippery and loud. Shame colored my cheeks into bright red circles and I shut my eyes tightly to prevent the next orgasm for happening.

  "Come," Thorn whispered in my ear, shattering all my hopes of staying on the edge.

  I came apart as his prisoner, and whether it was willing or not didn't matter because I was no longer my own person. I was his property, his soulmate, his for the taking. Ready for anything he doled out and begging for more if he let me.

  His hands both moved to my neck and he started pressing down, choking my moans out of me.

  "You want more?" he asked me sweetly. "You want another load of cum into your cunt, Rose? You want Master to make sure you've got a baby inside you by the time I'm done?"

  I nodded, a tear slipping down my cheek.

  "Words," he demanded. "Use your fucking words, Harlow."

  The use of my name brought me back.

  "Fuck me, Master," I whispered. "I'm yours."

  He did exactly what I'd begged for, using and abusing my body until I felt as light as air. Lighter than I ever had on that stage, lighter than a feather.

  "Yours," I whispered over and over again as he slowly cut off my oxygen supply.

  "Leaving, pretty girl?" he asked me roughly, kissing my bottom lip. "Leaving me already?"

  My eyes felt heavy. I was close to passing out. My hand wrapped around his forearm, I tried to tap out, I tried to make him stop.

  "No," he told me in his deep, commanding voice. "Not yet."

  I blinked, blinked again. I was drowsy. Sleepy.

  "Now," he whispered, and let go of my throat.

  But it was too late. I was already slipping under.

  I heard him curse out loud as he pulled out. Heard him spit on his cum-covered cock, and felt him aim it at my asshole.

  My eyes flew open when he forced his way inside me.

  "Rueben!" I cried out, my arms connecting behind his neck, shooting up in bed and trembling while he fucked me. "Please, I'm scared..."

  "Shh," he whispered, smoothing my hair down. "Let me come in your ass, Rose."

  I thought of Ellis. Panicked, scared thoughts that Thorn made disappear in seconds, gently touching me, his cock fucking me like he loved me. Like Ellis never did.

  I let him have me, slowly relaxing in his arms and letting my ass take him in. He rocked me sensually against his body and I felt him getting closer and closer.

  "Look at me," he ordered, and my eyes shot up, needily latching onto his. "That's right, that's my good girl. Look at your Master while he fucks your ass. Come on, pretty little thing, eyes up, look at me, let me have one more fucking orgasm."

  I whimpered and he picked up the pace. My final orgasm came with him buried in my ass, and I moaned my release against his shoulder, desperate to show him all the dirty, fucked-up little things I was willing to do for him.

  "Want it?" he asked me. "Want my cum?"

  "Yes," I whispered. "Give it to me."

  He held my chin up and made me look at him as he burst inside me, groaning as his cock filled my ass with hot, sticky white liquid. My own body responded immediately, arching in his arms and taking every drop he was ready to give me.

  We lay together afterwards, and I cuddled in his arms.

  He held me until I fell asleep.

  And after, when I woke up from the unbearable pain, he held my messy, sweaty body and told me it would all be okay, and that he'd take care of me. Through all the pain of my tendons healing, I doubted a lot of things, but I never thought he'd lied to me, not for a second. Because no matter what, I was Thorn's Rose, and in the end, the two of us - together - was the only thing that mattered.

  Everything else could wait.

  Everything else could disappear.

  Nothing else mattered at all.

  When he held me, I was just so very simply *his*.


  And I wouldn't change anything that had happened for the world.

  Twenty-Three

  Thorn

  2 months later

  "Got everything?" I asked her, my hand coming to rest on the small of her back and gently caressing it. "You didn't forget your present?"

  "Never," she grinned a response, showing me the small box I'd placed on her pillow that morning. "Saving it for tonight."

  Little did my Rose know I had another little box waiting, but this one contained quite the different surprise to the one she now placed in her handbag.

  I'd given her a rose quartz butt plug in the shape of a rose in full bloom. I expected her to tease me, but she loved it, smiling wide when she opened the box and kissing me deeply to thank me.

  She'd made me promise to use it on her that night, after we'd left. But now the hardest part was ahead of me. Saying goodbye to the Mansion.

  Harlow and I had decided together - we were leaving the Mansion behind us on our way to starting a new life. I needed a fresh start, and she yearned for a place for just two of us.

  I'd told her I was taking her to an apartment I owned in New York, but that wasn't our real destination. On the plane ride to Bora Bora I was going to propose to my Rose and make things official. Once we landed, we'd already be at our honeymoon, with the penthouse in New York waiting for us.

  I was excited to start this new path with my Rose, to start a chapter I hadn't imagined in my wildest dreams.

  Her legs were healed up now, and she stood as gracefully as she used to, perhaps with a hint of sadness in the way she held herself, a hint that spoke of the difficulties she'd gone through to get to this point.

  That morning, my Rose looked incredible in a sleeveless white mini dress, simple in the front and with a deep V-neck on the back. She wore a gold chain around her neck that ended above her ass, and drove me wild with a single look at her. On her feet she wore black stilettos, and a pair of cat-eye sunglasses on her eyes. I'd made her put cherry red lipstick on because it was my favorite recently, and I loved it when I could smudge it, still on her mouth.

  "Come on," she rushed me. "We're going to be late."

  "It's a private jet, pretty girl," I laughed as she pulled me behind her. "You don't wait for them, they wait for you."

  She rolled her eyes and giggled as we walked through the rooms of the Mansion. It was a quiet day, and as I looked at the girls draped on the couches or on the floor, I realized I barely recognized most of them.

  I had started the Mansion as a project for broken women, women I wanted to help on their path to become the ultimate submissive. I never wanted to torture, hurt or keep anyone against their will. Harlow was the first of her kind, the rest of the girls were there willingly. Even Amber had wanted to stay... I'd offered her the option and she chose to stay. I'd let her, which is why her betrayal hurt most of all, and I was content with the way I'd punished her.

  But I realized as we walked through the house, these girls were strangers. Now that Ophelia was gone, so was my purpose in the Mansion. I no longer needed the house to satisfy some childish urge of mine. I didn't need Pia, and Lili had always been happier on her own. When I thought about it long and hard, the answer was clear - I wanted to stay with Rose. No one else mattered.

  We walked past the girls into the hall, where Pia and Lili were talking to one another.

  They'd never gotten along when Pia and I were still together. But with the distance between us and my new relationship with Lili's protegee, I felt a sudden understanding had passed between them - that they both cared about me and Harlow, perhaps, and wished us nothing but happiness. While it came naturally for my sister, I knew Pia had come leaps and bounds from the woman who'd lied to me in a fit of jealousy.

  They looked up when we approached, eyes misty as they met mine. Rose ran to Lili right away, hugging her tightly and giving her the last information she'd need to reach her. It was a heartfelt goodbye between friends, where a silent understanding was reached letting them both know it would be a while before they got to see one another again. I was a jealous bastard, and I wanted my bride to myself for at least a couple of months.

  "I'm going to miss you so much," Rose admitted to her future sister-in-law. "Please, call any time."

  I narrowed my eyes and Lili laughed out loud.

  "Well," Rose said sweetly. "As much as you can."

  She moved awkwardly to Pia, and they stared self-consciously at one another. There was no love lost between them, which a part of me understood completely. Perhaps they'd grow closer over time, but even if they didn't, I'd appreciate Pia running a company for me, but always choose my Rose as a priority, because that's what she'd always been for me.

  "I'll see you," Pia offered, and Harlow nodded with a small smile.

  "See you," she repeated, and she stepped gracefully aside to let me say my goodbyes.

  I hugged my sister, telling her not to call all the time, but whispering in her ear that she'd always be able to reach me. Pia got a handshake. We were business partners from now on, and I was glad she'd accepted it, otherwise she'd be sent away.

  We waved them off, this time with me behind the wheel of a convertible. We drove to the airport which wasn't far off, and my Rose laughed as the wind blew her hair back.

  I glanced at her as we drove, appreciating her young yet evergreen beauty as we moved towards our destination. I could imagine her standing on that beach now, ready to tell me she'd be mine forever. I'd picked the perfect ring for her, but I'd leave the choice of her wedding dress to her. I wanted the surprise when she walked down to me. And I wanted to tear it to shreds later on. I'd already picked her bridal lingerie... and fuck me, she was going to look amazing in it, especially with a tan.

  We got out at the airport and a guard escorted us to the plane. My Rose sat next to me and exclaimed as we got off the ground, pointing at this and that as the plane ascended.

  I realized she'd never been on a plane properly before. Every time I took her back she'd been unconscious. It filled me with guilt, and she seemed to sense it.

  She practically crawled on my lap, kissing me with sweet affection that tasted like strawberries and cream.

  "I'm yours," she reminded me, and I slid my fingers over her scars. "All yours, Thorn."

  When she'd done that, standing on the stage, I was fucking stunned. Because in the end, it was her decision. Her last time showing me just how badly she wanted to be mine. And as much as I was worried, as angry as she'd made me, I fell in love harder on that stage.

  Her dancing had been out of this world. The way her body moved and swayed made me fall in love with every twirl of her graceful limbs. She was the drug I needed to keep going, the missing piece of my fucked-up life. The tiny bit of innocence I allowed myself to have, slowly becoming riper and riper for the taking until she nearly burst from her own juiciness. Yet still, the innocence lingered...

  I waited until we were high in the air and I was watching stare out the plane window with wonder in her eyes.

  "Harlow," I said, and she raised her gaze in surprise.

  I stood. I kneeled.

  She gasped. She grinned.

  I took her hand in mine and kissed the top of it.

  "My Rose," I started. "I think it's time we make this fucking official. We both know who owns you, but it's time to show it to the world as well. Will you be mine forever?"

  "Yes," she whispered, a tear slipping from her cheek. "Do you really need to ask?"

  I grinned darkly as I slid the princess-cut diamond on her finger.

  "Maybe I shouldn't have," I mused. "Maybe I should have just decided for you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

  She giggled and jumped into my arms when I got up.

  "It's stunning," she told me, and I kissed her pale, slender neck slowly, enjoying every hint of her taste I could get my mouth and nose on.

  Hours later, her face lit up with surprise yet again when she disembarked on a tropical garden. It was hot as fuck and I
already felt grumpy, but my woman looked incredible in that sinful little dress and sky-high heels.

  We drove to our villa and she exclaimed at everything inside it. It was on a small wooden bridge, but fully and luxuriously equipped, and she loved it, which made me happy.

  While we ate a late dinner, I told her she'd be mine here, on the island. I'd wait as long as she wanted, but until she had a wedding band on her finger, I'd keep her captive on the gorgeous water villa.

  I made love to her that night, something I didn't often do. She wore her rose butt plug in her ass and moaned at the size of my cock filling her up.

  "Do you love me?" I asked her, and her pupils doubled in size.

  "Always," she promised, and I grinned down at her. "Do you love me?"

  "Forever," I whispered, making love to her shivering, sexy little body.

  It was the happiest night of my life, and long after she'd drifted off to sleep, I held her in my arms, my mouth caressing her skin, unwilling to let go of her even as she slept.

  "Mine," I whispered in her ear as she cuddled closer. "My fucking girl."

  "Woman," she whispered in her sleep, eyes shut tightly. "I'm a woman now."

  "Yeah?" I asked, touching her naked pussy where she still dripped with my cum. "All woman, are you?"

  "Just for you," she yawned. "Anything for you."

  I mulled over her words as she slept, but once her breathing got more even, I settled against her and closed my eyes shut.

  I didn't need distractions to fall asleep next to her.

  The faint scent of roses coming from her peaceful body was enough.

  Epilogue

  Rose

  5 years later

  I'd chosen blue for the wedding, a pretty periwinkle shade that brought out the blush on my cheeks and the gold in my hair.

  "You look beautiful," Thorn had whispered in my ear when he kissed my neck, moving in a line down my shoulders. "Are you sure you won't change the groom's mind this way, Rose?"