by Dani René
He looked like an angel, but he was the devil. And I’d gladly walk into hell with him.
“Are you ready, pet?” The name signals the time has come for me to perform. He’s in role as my Master and I obey. I glance at him and take in the poised, polished, perfection that is Samael Wolfe. The Cartier suit that hugs his body is immaculate. Every time my eyes drift to him, I know he feels me because his jaw ticks. It’s only slight, but I see it. I know I affect him the same way he does me and it makes me smile. “Don’t.”
Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I drag my eyes straight ahead. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper again as we descend the sweeping staircase and make our way toward the east wing of the mansion. It’s a sprawling house with grounds that could fit a small city.
“Tonight, after work, I want to take you somewhere, dress warm. I’d like to show you something.” His tone is low and the words slowly wash over me like the waves of the ocean. Everything about him is dark, even his name. Samael, the archangel of death and collector of souls. He named me when I first arrived. He called me Angel, even though it’s not my real name. I can’t tell him who I really am. We’re a match made in heaven, or hell, depending on how you look at it. Dark and light. Good and bad.
“I’ll be ready.” I respond quietly as we enter through the thick metal door and into the main area of the club. It’s dark with blue and green strobe lights shining on the girls. The hallway that leads off toward the rooms is dimly lit and he doesn’t allow me time to stop and see who’s working tonight. Seems I’m heading straight for the slaughter. I count the doors as I always do, it keeps my mind off what’s to come. One, two, three, four. But we stop at five and I realize this isn’t the normal room I’m always in. They’re all themed. Each with its own sadistic toys and apparatus. “I’m in here?”
I know the question will go unanswered, but my voice cracks and my heart races. I feel a lump form in my throat. Sam doesn’t look at me. He reaches for the door and twists the handle. As soon as it swings open, we step inside and find it empty.
He tugs me forward and stops at the chest of drawers in the corner. Pulling out a leash and collar, he proceeds to fasten it around my neck. Then, leading me over to the four metal cuffs chained against the one concrete wall, he continues silently to fasten my legs and arms.
My body is alert, but not in the way Sam always has it humming with desire. This time, it’s alight with fear. “Sam, Sir, why here? You said—” He straightens and gives me a dark look, halting my words. Plans changed, little one. It’s written all over his face.
“You’re going to entertain two of my father’s friends.” He declares with distinct agony in his voice. When his cobalt eyes meet mine, it’s clear as day, he’s telling me to be strong and that’s when the fear threatens to strangle me.
It’s going to hurt, they’ll make you cry, but I’m here.
His promise, his vow, his pledge. Four long years and I’ve been through every moment with him. Each client, every man, all the agony and he always tells me the same thing. Promises me that he’ll be there at the end. And he always is. The only problem is that this time he looks stoic. His face is filled with thunder. Those normally sensually curved lips are thinned into a severe line. Dark brows are furrowed above eyes that are filled with defeat. As if the thought of what these men will want to do to me is putting him through the same pain I’m about to feel. That thought scares me more than the toys that are lying on the cabinet beside my bound body.
“Sam, I’ll be okay.” I offer with a smile, but I know it doesn’t reach my eyes and the way he’s looking at me tells me my lie doesn’t go unnoticed. Before he can say anything more, the door opens and two men walk in with dark masks covering half their faces, they’re dressed in suits that probably cost more than anything I’ve ever owned. Both with graying hair, I would guess they’re in their late forties, probably early fifties and my heart sinks. It drops to the floor in front of me like a lead weight and when I drag my gaze back to the man I love, I notice pools shimmering with emotion.
He’s apologizing in the only way he can—with regret in his gaze and constriction in his jaw. His body radiates with anger, but he doesn’t show it. As if he’s been sculpted from stone and there’s no chipping away at it.
I’m sure he’s been doing this for so long that he finds it easy to hide behind a mask. Behind the mask of the wolf. But I can’t, and when I stare at him one last time before he leaves me, I tell him everything I want to say with one look, and I hope it pierces his heart as he does mine.
I’m not apologetic when I talk to her. I’m not sweet and loving when I fuck her. But I’ll be the man she spends her life with.
I taught her.
I made her.
I created the seductress she’s become.
Nothing will take me away from her. Not this business, not our clients, and definitely not my father. These two assholes will use her tonight, and there’s nothing I can do about it. But it won’t be for long. I’ll save her from this life. I just hope it won’t be too late.
My need for blood is rife. To take my anger out on someone. “Sammy, pretty little thing you got here.” The old sick fuck who my father calls a friend steps up to Angel and trails his finger down her bound arm. She’s trembling and it takes all my restraint not to lose my shit.
“Yeah, I’m heading out. You two enjoy your time with her.” I don’t look at her again, I can’t bring myself to see the anger, pain, and sadness in her gaze.
We’re not a couple. We don’t go on dates. There isn’t anything I’ve promised her besides getting her out of here and even that I’m not sure I can do, but I’ll die trying.
When I reach the door, I pull it open and step outside the stifling room. This isn’t me. I need to lose myself in a little toy tonight. It’s just sex, that’s what my life has been ever since I can remember. As I pass the rooms, I head into the main area and stop at the bar. Kandi steps up to me. “The usual?” she questions, and I glance her way, taking in the tight black tank top she’s wearing.
“Yeah, whiskey, neat. Make it a triple.” She nods, knowing not to question me further. All my staff, and yes, I refer to them as mine because my father has given me free reign of the club, know that when I’m in this mood, they are not to disobey.
She sets the glass down and watches me intently. Her eyes bore into me, the heat of her glare stifling. She’s been working for me for almost four years. We’re not friends, but she’s been trained by me. She loves pain, and tonight, I think I’ll make her my toy. “You need something?” she questions, tipping her head to the side with curiosity. I glance at the brunette again and nod. Without a word, she pulls off her apron and sets it on the back bar. “Let’s go.”
Five foot six of pure feisty woman with round hips and a beautiful ass. Her tits aren’t big, just a handful, but I love making them hurt. Clamping her taut pink nipples while twisting them until she screams is one of my favorite things to do. We reach the door of room number eight and I unlock it with my keycard. This is my room. Private from the ones reserved for clients, and I’ve decked it out just the way I want.
The king-size four-poster bed with raven-colored sheets sits against one wall. There are windows that overlook the main downstairs area and from here I can see women gyrating to the music that thumps through the speakers. My toys are packed neatly against the wall adjacent to the bed and there’s a large screen above a fireplace, which has most channels, including our own personal porn channel. Yes, we’ve got cameras in every room, so I can watch Angel being mauled by men while I fuck someone else.
She knows I do it. There are no secrets between us. I’m an asshole and I don’t make promises I can’t keep, so as much as I want her, to be with her, I can’t. We’re forbidden and this is how I’m going to survive, by losing myself in another woman while watching the one I want get spanked, hurt, and fucked by others.
“What room is she in?” Kandi knows why we’re here, and she’s not one to ask more than s
he needs to know. I respect her for that.
“Five.”
“Okay.” She smiles, but I don’t return the gesture, as soon as she hits the button, the picture appears on screen and I’m riveted. Her face is still immaculate, no tears. One of the men has a flogger and he’s using it on her legs, thighs, and I watch intrigued when he gets to her sweet, little cunt.
“Undress, Kandi,” I order. It’s not her real name, but in this business, it’s better to stay in the dark about certain things. Dragging my gaze away from the images that have me hard as rock, I watch the brunette kneel on the floor as she’s been taught.
Her breasts are larger than Angel’s, and her body is curvier. I grab the cuffs and bind her hands behind her back. Fisting her hair, I tug her up to standing position and circle her while the sounds play out on the surrounding speakers. The yelping of the woman who’s burrowed herself inside the cage that holds my heart has the cold rock that beats only for her twisting in agony. “Spread your legs.” She obeys and I quickly fasten a spreader bar on either ankle, holding her open for me.
I place one hand between her shoulder blades and push her forward, bending her at the waist. Glancing down, I take in the voluptuous ass that’s begging to be marked. Without a word, I grab my whip and trail it between the smooth globes, sending a shudder through her. “You’re in the mood for pain?” Her murmured question is uncalled for.
I don’t offer a response. Instead, I lift the leather and bring it down on her creamy skin. A red welt darkens and I smile. Yes, I’m a sadistic bastard. I lash her with another and another. All the while listening to Angel beg and plead with them to stop. My arm is aching from the exertion and my shirt sticks to my sweat-laden skin. After twenty strikes I drop the whip and breathlessly stare at the marks I created.
Hastily, I unbutton my shirt and allow it to fall to the floor. Making quick work of my slacks, I push them down and grip my thick cock. I’m so hard that it’s engorged and painful. A peek at the screen has me groaning. The slim form of the girl I tied up for them is limp, but they haven’t stopped. Her nipples and clit are clamped and her head lolls forward. I know she’s either passed out from the pain, or she’s trying to regroup. No matter what it is, I know I’m going to lose my shit right now.
Kneeling, I unlock the spreader bar and with a tight grip on Kandi’s hips, I walk her toward the bed. Her breasts plastered to the soft mattress, and her cunt waiting for me. I make quick work of sheathing my erection and grip the toy I’m about to use on her.
She doesn’t know what I have planned which is part of the fun. The mirror that hangs above my headboard reflects the angelic woman on screen, and with her in sight, I slam into Kandi deep and hard. Her screams echo around me and my growl is feral, animalistic. Her body accepts every inch, but before she has time to think, I plunge the plastic cock inside her puckered hole without any lubricant.
The cries that escape her are like fuel, driving me, igniting me, making me smile. I don’t stop when she begs me to, I don’t slow when she lifts her head and I see the tears streaming down her face. This will be the last time I’m with her. I know she’ll never easily submit to me again. Not that I want her to. There’s only one woman I do want.
My hips continue to slam against her, but my eyes are glued to the screen. Cemented on the image of a girl that I trained, that I took, that I want, being choked with a cock deep in her throat.
And as the thoughts of how much I want to claim her as my own scream at me, I continue my violation of Kandi’s body. I’m fucking one woman, but my mind, body, and soul are ingrained with another. Watching Angel being taken like a common whore sends me into a fit of rage and I ram into the tight cunt before me. Deeper, harder, and faster.
She’s mine.
It should be me.
My woman.
My fucking Angel.
Suddenly my body locks and my vision swirls black as my orgasm rips through me like a violent storm. A fucking hurricane drags me under and all I see is her, while I’m spun around in the fierce clutches of agony and pain.
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Before I step into room five, I steel myself for what I’m about to find. After Kandi left, I turned off the screen because I couldn’t look at the images taunting me anymore. She’s been in here for three hours, and as I enter the room I find her passed out.
They’ve hurt her badly this time, and I’m going to have to talk to Father about giving her at least a week off to heal. Leaning in, I scoop her from the dirty sheets and stalk out of the bedroom. “Sam, is she okay?” I turn to one of the bouncers and nod.
He doesn’t need to know. I don’t want everyone talking about her not being able to keep up with sick assholes. Once I’m in the girls’ wing, I head straight for her bedroom and shut the door behind me. Laying her on the bed, I make my way into the bathroom quietly and run her a warm, scented bubble bath.
My mind is running rampant on how I can get her out of here, but with my father keeping such a close eye on everything I’m going to have to outsmart him somehow. When he’s not here, the two guards on stand by are, and I wouldn’t be able to break her out without bringing attention to myself.
As the steam heats the room, I shut off the taps and head back into the bedroom to find her awake, peering at me from under those dark lashes.
Trust overflows from her piercing gaze that leaves me breathless.
I can’t love her.
I can’t want her.
But I’m fucked because she owns me.
“What happened?” She questions with a soft moan. When she rolls over, the wince on her beautiful face has me rushing to her side. “It hurts.” She mumbles and I nod in understanding.
“It will. I need you to be strong for me, okay?” Reaching up, I stroke her cheek. Her smooth skin touches mine and an electric current shoots through me straight to my dick.
“Samael, I don’t remember—”
“Shhh, please, Angel. Just let me care for you.” My plea falls between us like a lead weight. I’m the one who put her here, made her do the shit that’s hurt her. All I can do is try to fix her. But her gaze holds so much love, so much emotion that it steals my breath.
“Sam, I—”
“Let’s get you cleaned up. You need to sleep.” For the second time tonight, I scoop her up and head into the bathroom. The moment her skin touches the water a whimper tumbles from her lips. “It’s okay, I’m here.” Lowering her into the bath, I grab the cloth and soap.
Her body trembles and I know it’s in fear. Pain and agony shoot through me, as I wash her skin with gentle strokes. I watch the blood taint the water with its deep red color. The sins of the devils who defiled my girl wash away until I see Angel—her sweetness, her beauty, and her light—shine through.
“You interrupted me earlier.” Her murmur drags my gaze to hers. Orbs that shimmer like rare jewels hold me hostage, and I want to hear the words she wanted to say.
I crave them more than anything.
I ache and hunger for them, but it’s not the right time.
“Soon, my pet. Soon.” She nods and allows me to continue washing her until her skin is glistening and smooth again. The cuts and bruises will heal, but I know the scar on her soul may be there forever.
“Listen to me, Angel.” He regards me with beautiful Cobalt eyes that hold me hostage. “We can never be together. Do you understand me? There are people who will take you from me. They’ll hurt you and I won’t be able to protect you. This”—he gestures in the air between us—“is only for us. We have to be a secret. Okay?” The man who took me when I first arrived a month ago regards me in earnest.
When I take him in, and I mean really look at him, I see his beauty on the outside, but I also see his demons that he so eloquently hides behind a polished veneer.
His face is covered by a mask, but I see beneath it. I recognize the shimmering light he stifles.
I don’t know his name or why I’m here, all I know is I’m glad that I’ve been released f
rom the man who stole me. From the cage I was locked in. Far from the things he used to do to me. It’s true what I told this man, this dark angel. I was a virgin, but that only meant I’d never had a man enter me. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been violated in other ways.
I nod, but don’t voice my response to his request. Instead, I ask a question of my own. “Why am I here?” He doesn’t answer. He only watches. Like a predator stalking his prey, a hunter, a wolf. And as this dawns on me, I come to the realization that I’ll never escape his clutches, because he is my owner now. I am merely a toy to be used by men. A bargaining tool.
My mind ponders this and I realize that somehow in the darkness my life has become, this man before me—in his exquisite suit, the all-knowing smirk, and the hands that are now stroking every inch of my skin—he’s the one I belong to.
I’m his pet.
“You’re here because I want you to be. I’m going to teach you, train you. I will make you crave me. When I’m done, you’ll yearn for my touch, my whip, and my cock.”
He reaches up and strokes my face ever so gently. A contrast to the way he fucked me.
“And if I want to leave?” My insolence will earn me a spanking, but I don’t care. I need to know what my options are. I have to know if I’ll be able to walk away from this.
“You can’t. The only way out of this is if you no longer exist.” His gaze flickers with agony and I tip my head to the side with curiosity. I’m kneeling before a man who has the ability to snuff me out with a click of his fingers, but when I see the resignation on his face, I realize this isn’t him. I mean truly him.
This life, the things he does, it’s not because he wants to.
It’s because he’s forced to.
