by Dani René
“Well if you’re so tempted to hurt me, claim me, and own me, why don’t you? Why am I still just a toy to you? Or are you not man enough to really do something about it?” My sassy retort is met with his questioning glare. It’s dark and seductive, just like the man himself.
His hand pins me to the wall, gripping my neck in a vise like hold. “Do not fucking tempt me tonight, little one. You want me, don’t you?” he growls.
“Yes.” Our gazes are locked in what can only be called a silent war because even though no words are spoken, there are emotions flying back and forth between us like daggers, or better yet, silver-tipped arrows.
“Get ready for work,” he says finally and steps back, allowing the cold air that whooshes around me to cool my heated skin. The desire that swirled between us has turned icy, and the heated gaze that pinned me only moments ago is replaced with an indifferent stare. It’s as if he’s trying to hold back. It’s been twelve months and it’s always like this. I have whiplash from the amount of times I’ve pulled only for him to push back.
“Of course. Can’t wait to go out there and excite them.” If he can be an asshole, I can too. Spinning on my heel, I pull my door open and sway my hips as I walk down the hallway towards the booming beat that vibrates the walls of our home.
We all live in the apartments beside the club. I call it that, but it’s a large room which is encased between the girl’s apartments and the main mansion where our captors live.
A hand on my lower back has me faltering. He leans in. “Don’t try to play my game, Angel. You’ll lose,” he reprimands on a smirk.
“I wasn’t playing a game, Sir, I was merely telling you how much I love my job. I mean, what girl wouldn’t want rich men attempting to grope her every night? And what girl in their right mind wouldn’t want those hungry gazes on her supple flesh while she taunts them by spreading her legs?” I can’t say more because we reach the entrance to the club.
His fingers bite into my arm and he pulls me to a stop. “Don’t doubt that I’ll be there watching you, closely. If you so much as let someone lay a finger on you I’ll chop his motherfucking hand off, and you, you’ll get whipped so hard on that pert little ass of yours you’ll not be able to sit down for a week.” Since I’ve been here, I haven’t been taken to the private rooms I’ve heard horror stories about. The other girls who work those normally return in agony.
I’m only a dancer, but I know soon my time will come and I’ll have to go into those darkened rooms where only the vilest of human’s dare enter. Men who want things they’re not meant to. The taboo, the sick, the dark and filthy, and we’re meant to give it to them.
“Yes, boss.” I salute him with my other hand and shrug my arm free. Pushing through the entrance, I leave him standing behind me. The lights and loud music encompass me in their familiarity, and I head toward the back of the stage to get ready.
She’s testing me, and I’m so tempted to show her exactly what my ownership of her would entail. Every night I watch her on stage and every night I’m mere moments away from carving men’s eyes out of their skulls because of the way they leer at her.
It’s been a year, and I’ve finally shown her who I am. She knows me now. I’ve revealed my face to her… But more than that, she knows my heart and soul. Even though she hasn’t realized it yet. The desire on her sweet face when she finally laid eyes on me was enough to send me spiraling.
Don’t fall in love.
My father’s words ring in my ears every time I walk into her room.
Yes, she’s one of four girls I train, but there’s something about this angel that has me by the balls. Since I fucked her and took her innocence, I’ve craved another feel of her, but I’ve had to restrain myself. If my father knew he’d have me killed.
I’m his son, but he wouldn’t think twice if he realized I had taken one of his highest-earning girls and deflowered her perfection. But there was something inside me that screamed at me, telling me I had to make her mine. And that voice hasn’t diminished, it yells at me every damn day and gets louder by the minute.
“Sam.” I turn to regard Kandi. She’s been working here for about two years and I’ve fucked her on numerous occasions, but those plump lips of hers that pout at me don’t tempt me anymore.
As the thought settles over me, I realize I have a way to play Angel at her own game.
I step up to the bar as she places my signature drink in front of me—a neat double shot of twelve-year-old Macallan.
“How’s work, K?” I question while sipping my drink and she shrugs. Her dark eyes are trained on my lips.
“You know, same old. Men wanting to touch my tits.” Her words are meant to taunt, but they don’t. The music changes, and I know the woman I really want is about to step up onto the stage and fuck with me. Lyrics hit me, and when I glance at her my heart stutters.
The Weeknd singing “Angel” guts me as she struts onto the stage dressed in all white lingerie.
The little brat changed backstage.
The soft lace panties just about cover her, but I know what they hide. Her corset hugs her curves, molding to her breasts and I have to work at swallowing the whiskey that’s stuck in my throat.
The white-feathered wings attached to her back have me imagining how much I’d love to fuck her with them on. Her long blonde hair hangs over each shoulder and covers each of her perfect tits. My cock throbs, and is about to fight it’s way out of my slacks when she twirls and I notice she’s not wearing those boy shorts she loves, she’s wearing a fucking thong that has her perfectly supple ass teasing me. Christ. She’s trying to goad me and it’s working. She must have borrowed that outfit from one of the girls because when I left her, she was in proper panties. Ones that cover what’s mine.
The little tease. Jesus her ass needs to be whipped so hard. Her body twirls, bends and it’s only when she kneels, and her gaze lands on me, that I know she’s intentionally taunting me. Her legs slide open and I’m so fucking hard, I’m about to come.
Reaching for Kandi, I pull her over. Her face is inches from mine, but my eyes are locked on Angel as I press my lips to the woman before me. The irritation, jealousy, and anger that flit over my sweet little angel on stage set my blood boiling.
That’s when she shocks the shit out of me by spinning on her knees, getting on all fours, and spreading her legs for the crowd. The men whistle and shout at her and it’s enough. My heart rate skyrockets, and all I see is red.
Pushing Kandi away from me, I stalk to the stage. Jumping onto the podium, I pull Angel, and her wings, to her feet and drag her off the stage while getting booed by her fans. Lifting her by the waist, I throw her over my shoulder, and she screeches, “What the fuck are you doing?” She continues to rage, but I don’t stop. There’s no fucking way I can, because all I see is her bound while my leather whip gets to meet that pretty ass she wants to flaunt. “Hey! You can’t—”
Her words are cut off when we reach my wing, and I push open my door. Lowering her to her feet without thought, she stumbles into the room and I slam the door so hard it sounds around us like the bass of a song.
She spins toward me and glares daggers. “Are you out of your ever loving mind?!” Her shouting at me is cute, but it’s going to have to stop, because she’s pissed me off.
“You want to be fucking owned? Do you? You want me? Is that what your little show was?” Stalking toward her, I watch her back up until she’s flush with the bookshelf that covers one whole wall of my bedroom.
“Fuck you.” The retort is spat like a venomous poison, which has me gripping her shoulders and pinning her against the wooden shelves.
“You’re going to, but not before I show you what punishment means if you want to be mine,” I hiss in her face, not missing the tremble of her body.
Her wiggling, trying to get out of my grasp only serves to turn me on more. I’ve never craved a woman like I do her. It’s maddening. “Let me go,” she commands, and that has me chuckling.
/> “Not a fucking chance, Angel.” Pulling her along, I push open the door to my playroom. The Dungeon. There are things in here I’m aching to use on her, all in due time. I tug her over to the bondage bench which has restraints just waiting for her little body. “Kneel.” I point to the black leather knee stirrups.
“What if I don’t?” she bites back angrily.
“Then I’ll make you. Do not force my hand.” Her green eyes widen and she shrugs out of her wings. Watching her kneel over the bench is enough to make my blood burn, turning to lava for her. I proceed to tie her legs down, then make quick work of her hands.
She’s kneeling, her front plastered to the main section of the plush leather, with her hands and feet bound. Her beautiful ass and bare pussy are waiting for me. “What are you doing?” she questions, and I notice the anger has dissipated. Her tone is now filled with apprehension.
“I’m giving you a taste of what it would be like to be mine.” Her gasp has me chuckling. Stalking over to the multitude of whips hanging from the wall and pick out my favorite black leather cat-o-nine tails, which I know won’t hurt as bad as the cane. “Now, did you enjoy flashing what’s mine to those fuckers?”
“Please, I didn’t—”
Before she can beg, I raise my hand and bring down the leather onto her creamy ass. “That’s one. Count with me, baby.” Her cry is loud sending my desire into orbit.
“One.” It’s only a murmur, but it will do. For now. “Two.” Her counts get louder and I continue. “Three.” She’s sobbing, but I don’t relent.
I rain another lash, and another, until I hear her begging through the haze of desire. Her beautiful pale skin is red and marred with my mark. Ten. Only ten.
I drop the whip and crouch at the front of the bench so we’re face to face. “Tell me, Angel, did you want to taunt me? Or did you want their filthy leers on your body?” Tears stream down her face and I know her ass must be stinging from the ten lashings.
“I… Please… I just…” Watching her sob because of me rips my heart in two, but also makes me want to fuck her hard and deep. To claim her. Own her fully. But I know I’ll never be able to. Not with everything that’s hanging over me. “I didn’t…”
“You didn’t what?”
Teary green pools meet mine. “I just wanted you to see me.” For the second time tonight this girl shocks me speechless. What does she mean? Who else would I see? She drops her gaze and I feel desolate without her looking at me.
“Angel,” I murmur and wait till she meets my gaze again. Reaching up, I allow the back of my knuckles to graze the smooth skin of her cheek. “You’re all I’ve ever seen.” My raspy confession stills us both, and the silence hangs thick in the air.
Don’t fall in love.
My father’s warning lingers in my mind, and I push up, stalking around to the back of the bench. “I’m going to fuck you now.” I undo the bindings and pull her over to a sofa I keep in the corner. “Kneel.” Gesturing to it, I wait, watching her. I grab the tube of cream, snapping the lid open. I drizzle the cream on the reddened globes of her ass and massage them gently.
I can’t have her forever. He’ll never allow it. But I can enjoy her tonight.
The thought guts me, but I pull the thong down her hips and thighs. She turns to regard me over her shoulder as I push my slacks down to my thighs along with my boxer briefs. “Sir?” she questions, and when I lock my gaze with hers, there are too many unspoken words hanging in the air between us.
I reach for her pussy and find her soaked. “Don’t look at me. This is just a fuck.” And with that, I slam into her tight heat. She’s wet. She’s fucking wet for me. Anger, desire, confusion, and affection coil deep in my gut as I slam into her, and she takes me. She accepts every brutal thrust with loud moans. “Samael,” I grit through the agony of holding on to my sanity because she’s taking it, all of it, and I know I’ll have nothing left once we’re done.
“What?”
“My fucking name. Scream it,” I command, and as my sweet angel always does, she obeys. We’re connected so deeply I feel my soul fuse with hers and I know I’ll never be able to break free from it. Her tight pussy clamps down on my dick and I bury myself balls deep. “Come for me, Angel.”
Her body pulses, and I reach for her clit. Rolling and tweaking it between my fingers, I feel her come apart. I growl out my release as the anger and frustration of our situation hits me all at once.
Where I Belong
When our souls unite,
Our hearts become one,
Even when you make me bleed,
I know where I belong,
With all pain, comes misery,
But with love, comes agony.
dani rené
three years later
“Get up.”
The familiar tone that’s like a drug startles me awake. His piercing eyes are like the ocean, but filled with frustration and I realize there’s something terribly wrong. I push off the bed and fall to my knees like he taught me to.
His wolf mask which covers half his face makes him even more alluring and I realize with him wearing that, it means it’s work. I’ve seen his beautiful face before, but every time he enters my room covered, it’s time for me to suffer.
I’ve finally been taken to the private rooms. The first night there, I was hurt so badly I couldn’t work for three days. Sam raged. I’ve seen him angry, but when he saw the state I was in it was as if the devil himself had taken over his body.
My eyes are trained to the floor and my hands are twined behind me. He loves me like this because he says my tits look good. I’ve been here for four years and he’s never left my side. Yes, I dance for men, and I recently started fucking them. That’s what I’ve been forced into. But this man, who loves to make me bleed, is the one who holds my heart.
“Who’s here?” I question quietly, knowing that it could get me an ass whipping. He doesn’t like when I talk to him at work. It’s against the rules. The rules that we’ve lived with all this time.
“Be quiet.” A growl tells me I need to obey. My body is still aching from when he took me yesterday. We had one hour before his father came home and we didn’t waste it. The memory sends a tingle down my spine and the leather of the crop he’s carrying strokes my bare skin. All the girls have rooms, we don’t want for anything, but there’s an underlying current of disobey and you die that we all understand.
A fist tangles in my long blonde hair and he pulls me to my feet. At six foot, he’s tall and lean with tightly packed muscle. The dark suit he is wearing conceals the solid physique beneath, but I know it’s there, which only makes him sexier to me.
You see, this is the man who trained me. He was my first—and even though I have my body used every night—I know he’ll be my last.
He tugs my head back so I’m met with almost midnight colored eyes. His short-cropped hair is growing and the light dusting of stubble on his jaw makes it obvious that he didn’t shave this morning. “Behave, okay? Don’t cause a scene. I want you perfect tonight. These fuckers aren’t nice people, and I’d like to have you back in one piece.” His tone shudders through me, and my heart aches for him. To be with him somewhere else. Anywhere but here, where he orders me around like a dog or where I’m trained to be with men who aren’t him.
That’s all I am, a pet for them to play with. “Yes, Sir,” I murmur. The words always seem to calm him, and those perfect lips quirk at the edge. My teeth bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
As much as he hurts me and as many times as he’s made me cry and bleed, he’s also made me accept my new life. I’ve found a hunger in my heart, it’s dark, it’s unfamiliar, and it scares me sometimes, but with him, I allow myself to let go. To feel it.
When he takes me, I want it, I crave it.
When he hurts me, I love it, I ask for it.
He’s my reason to endure. To survive.
Because I know we’ll get out of here and when we do, we’ll finally
be together.
“Put on the little pink dress. No panties. These guys don’t want to waste time. You’ll dance, you’ll smile, but none of them can touch you—and I mean that. Not one finger gets laid on you, okay?” The determination in his expression is alarming. Yes, I’ve had clients, but this seems odd, for him to be so demanding about keeping a client happy. Perhaps he knows more than he’s telling me.
“Why? Are you going to be jealous?” I know I shouldn’t but I taunt him anyway. Fire blazes in those pools where I normally find comfort, but they’re now filled with frustration.
“Listen to me, Angel. You are mine,” he hisses into my face. “All fucking mine. I’ll take you up there to tease those fuckers, but when you come back down to your room and you lay on your pretty little princess bed, you’ll finger your cunt and think of me. My mouth. My hands. And my fucking cock. You don’t need to deny it, because I’ve seen you do it.” With that, he releases me and walks away, leaving me wet and panting. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Be ready.”
With one last glance in the mirror, I take in my appearance. Just like he wanted, a sweet innocent girl. Tonight I’ll be with clients and he’ll be with someone. I know he fucks other women and even though my heart hurts and aches, I know it’s all for show.
If his father were to find out about us, about my feelings for him and his for me, we’d be dead. I’m not his only girl, and that thought cuts like a knife. It hurts more than being locked up, bound and manhandled by men old enough to be my father. Because I know in my heart, I love Samael.
Since the first time he took my innocence he owned me. I’ve never felt more beautiful or pretty than when his gaze is on me. My skin prickles with the memory of azure orbs piercing me.
My hunter. My Wolfe.
Memories of the first time he took off his mask and showed me his face tumble into my mind. My heart stopped, my breathing stuttered, and my body tensed. Those first few months I thought he was a monster, but when I looked into those ice-blue pools I had a completely different reaction than what I thought I would.
