by Dani René
I pour myself another generous shot and I make my way through the club. One of the girls is up on stage and she twirls to the song, but I don’t take note of what’s happening. Tonight we set our plan in motion, and I need to stay alert. I down my second shot and head to my office instead of sitting at the bar like I’d prefer to do.
“So you’re the little whore that’s got my son so smitten.” The deep baritone of the older man’s voice sends a cold shiver over me. I’m in the company of Sam’s father and I have to behave tonight because if he learns of our feelings, everything will be over and I’m not sure I’ll leave here alive.
Sam has been tense since he told me yesterday morning that his father asked for me and I don’t blame him. My body is trembling with fear, but I keep my eyes on the floor like I’ve been taught. I met with Harlan yesterday and he didn’t do anything, which I thought was strange, but today, he had one of his men bring me to him without his son’s knowledge and that’s what sets anxiety racing through me. “Look at me, toy.” Lifting my gaze, I meet the cold glare of the man who’s about to hurt me.
When he leans in, I can’t stop the flinch and he notices. A big rough hand comes down on my cheek and the sting of the slap is enough to knock me onto my side. The cold floor sends another bout of shivers through me. “You’re just a little slut. Do you think my son will want you?” Spittle flies from his mouth as he grips my hair, pulling me up so we’re face to face.
Rage turns his face crimson. “Please.” The word tumbles from me without warning and he brings another hand down, gripping my throat. Sam taught me breath play and he’s choked me while we’ve fucked, but this isn’t a game, or a scene. This man intends on hurting me.
Air becomes difficult to pull in and my eyes tear up. “You’re nothing, you understand me? You will never fuck your way into my family. You’re here because you’ve been acquired for your sweet talents.” He sneers and all I see and feel is hatred. He pulls me along, dragging me over to a spanking bench which is similar to the one Sam has in his bedroom.
The old man lifts me like a rag doll and plops me onto the cold leather. He binds my arms and legs swiftly and I find myself on my stomach, my body open to his filthy leer.
“I didn’t… I mean—”
Without warning a bite of pain stings my leg, and I twist my head to find the thick leather belt in his hand as it rains down another swat earning him a screech that echoes in my ears. “Shut up! I’m teaching you a lesson, you will obey.”
I lose count how many times the leather bites into my skin and I know there’s blood. A loud clatter brings me back to the present then I feel cold metal on my body. The vibrations are pressed on my clit and tears stream down my cheeks from the force of the vibrator.
He presses something against my pussy and I know it’s another dildo or toy because it’s freezing. Suddenly, I’m filled painfully and I cry out again, begging him to stop, but he doesn’t. All I hear is his sadistic chuckle. I shut my eyes so tight I see white behind my lids. Pulling myself in, I try to escape to him, to Sam. Imagining his cobalt eyes burning into me, I see his smile as I’m violated in the tight forbidden entrance of my body.
Both holes filled and it feels as if I’m being ripped in two. “This is how little whores like you should be treated. Filthy little holes taken because that’s what you’ve been made for. You were the perfect payment.” His words wash over me and in my mind I chant the words over and over. Perfect payment… Perfect payment… It’s a question, a statement, a truth.
“What do—”
My words are once again cut off by pain searing me. “No questions. I thought my son trained you. It seems Samael has been going soft on you,” he hisses in my ear and I realize the sharp pain is a blade slicing through the thin material of my dress. “Such pretty skin. No wonder all my clients want you,” he remarks in awe and continues to untie me from my constraints. “On the bed, on your back, legs open.” The ache between my thighs screams at me, but I move quickly and efficiently to the bed in the center of the room.
I lie back and close my eyes, going to my safe place. Sam’s arms, the way we woke up yesterday when he slept beside me. The warm, safe cocoon of his body calmed my fears as he traced slow circles on my shoulder as he told me stories about life outside the house.
Soon, I’m bound to the corners of the bed. My limbs are pulled taut and every time I move the ropes cut into my wrists and ankles. The drawers get pulled open and then closed beside me and I hear the strike of matches. I’m beyond feeling fear, because there’s nothing he can do to me that’s worse than I’ve endured before I came to this house. At least, that’s what I think, but I’m wrong, so goddamn wrong.
Heat stings my nipples and trails down my bellybutton to my core. My clit erupts with a boiling sensation and when I finally pry my eyes open I see the hot wax cooling on the most sensitive part of my body. Tears well in my eyes, but I refuse to give this monster more of my tears.
It’s then that he leans in, and with his mouth inches from my ear, he vows angrily, “You will cry. If you don’t want to do it out of obedience, you’ll do it because I force it from your pretty face.” The cold tip of the blade presses against my throat as he continues. “You see, men like me and my friends like when you cry. So you’ll do it to please us. And you know what, pet,” he spits the word with disgust, “when you beg for me to stop, it makes my cock hard. So fucking solid that I stroke it when I think about your pretty body being used. Now, I’m going to see how tight your whore holes are.”
Bile burns in my throat at his sick words and I tug again on the restraints, but he’s made them too tight and I can’t move. “No! Please! No!”
“NO!” Bolting up in bed, the darkness swirls around me and suddenly strong arms circle around me. “Fuck you, get off me!” I screech at my captor, raining punches on his chest, arms, anywhere I can.
“Freya, goddammit, stop.” A familiar rumble shatters through the memory. Cracking my eyes, I find Axel staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. “What the fuck was that?” he whispers, and I realize I must have woken him with my screams.
“Shit.” Pushing away, I swing my legs over the bed and attempt to stand.
“Please sit. Let me get you water.” He leaves me in bed, and I try to calm myself but nothing can calm me down after the nightmare that’s just ripped through me. “Here you go, baby girl.” I glance at Axe and offer a nervous smile that I know doesn’t reach my eyes. He doesn’t say anything more. Instead, he heads over to my sound system and turns on my playlist.
He calls it the slit my wrists music. I created it one night after way too many shots of Jack. It’s definitely not the happiest music, but it reminds me of him. Samael. “Has he called you again?”
“A couple of nights ago,” I respond, my voice croaky from screaming. My throat burns and my eyes prick with tears. As much as I love having Axel here, there’s only one man who can change everything. And he’s not here. A deep sadness fills my chest and my lungs ache, it feels as if I can’t breathe.
It’s like being punched in the gut—or being held underwater. That moment when I feel as if my lungs are about to explode from strain. That’s how this feels. I don’t know when I’ll see him again, I don’t even know if I’ll ever hold him again, feel his touch, taste his lips.
I’m hollow.
People say love is beautiful.
They’ll tell you it’s life changing.
Yes, it is.
Because my life is over. It’s changed me and I no longer know who I am.
I’m half a person. He’s gone and I’ve lost myself too.
“Listen, baby girl, he’ll come for you.” The reassurances that used to make it okay—that used to make daily survival bearable—don’t work anymore.
Dragging my watery gaze to my best friend, I shrug, downing the water he brought like it was alcohol. “I want a drink,” I pout and he chuckles shaking his head in amusement.
“You need to sleep. Come on. Let me get
you back into bed.”
“That’s my fucking job.” A deep familiar growl comes from the doorway and my mouth drops, my body shudders, and my heart stops. Axel spins on his heel and when he shifts, the figure in my doorway comes into view and sends me spiraling.
“Sam?” His name is a question which tumbles from my lips in a raspy whisper.
“That’s me, at least, it was the last time I checked.” With shaky arms, I push the blankets off, and dart to the door. As I run up to him, I bound into his strong arms and wrap my legs around his waist. “Hey baby,” he whispers into my hair and I feel him inhale my scent.
My Wolfe.
“I’m heading out, Freya.” Axel places a tentative hand on my shoulder and I pull away from Sam to nod. “Sam.” With that, we’re alone and my eyes meet his with a blurry stare.
“You’re here.” My murmur is raspy with emotion. He nods. Walking me backward to the bed, he lays me down, then hovers over me before settling between my thighs, where he was always meant to be.
“Only for a couple of hours,” he whispers over my lips gently as if he’s scared he’ll break me if he kisses me. His expression is tortured as he regards me with a heated stare, which flits from my hair, to my eyes and over my cheeks, down to my mouth. “You’re so beautiful.” Another soft murmur over my face as his breath warms me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. “Angel.” A soft kiss. “I’m broken.” A two-word confession that stills my heart.
“Sam—”
“I ache, baby,” he mumbles as he strokes my cheek with his knuckles. “I’ve dreamed of you, every fucking night. Every hour of every day that I sit in that place, you’re on my mind, in my heart,” he growls, but it’s not one of his lust-filled ones. This one drips with yearning, anguish, which clutches at my chest. “Angel, you’re in my soul.” He leans in and places a soft kiss on my lips.
The taste of him is foreign, yet so familiar at the same time. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and dances with mine in a slow erotic tumble. Sharp teeth bear down on my lower lip when he tugs it between his teeth, biting down hard enough to break the skin, which earns him a soft whimper.
“Jesus, you’re so responsive,” he growls, licking at the crimson on my lips. “You still taste like my sweetest sin.”
“And you like my darkest desire.”
With one hand, he reaches down and grips my neck. “You going to be a good girl for me?” Nodding, I watch his pupils dilate, darkening with need.
“Why did you wait so long? You could have come to me earlier.” His jaw ticks and I watch him grind his teeth in frustration. I realize I’m asking for a lot. He’s trying to keep me safe from his father, but my selfishness wins out and I sound like a whiney teenager. “I’m sorry.” Dropping my gaze, I look at the charcoal shirt he’s wearing, the top three buttons are undone and the smooth skin of his chest peeks at me.
“Look at me, Angel,” he commands and I obey easily, lifting my gaze to his. “I couldn’t risk him finding you. Do you understand? It fucking pains me every day not being near you. Just your scent alone awakens my beast and I want to fucking devour you. Not having you beside me is like not having air. But my inability to stay away from you, that ache to hurt you and lick your wounds is too much, so here I am.”
His confession has my body humming with need. With an innate hunger that only he can satiate. “Then hurt me, heal me, mark me again,” I whimper, lifting my hips to meet his that are settled between my thighs.
“Where’s your collar?” he grunts in a rough timbre that rumbles through me.
“In the drawer over there.” I point to the cabinet behind him. He rises, unbuttoning his shirt, controlled and methodical, like everything he does. I follow his movements hungrily without blinking. The soft material pools at his feet and the slacks that he’s wearing join it.
My Wolfe now stands before me in nothing more than his tight black briefs, sporting a thick erection which has my body pulsing, my core drenched with need. He pads over to the chest of drawers and pulls the top one open, the clink of my collar and leash echo in the darkness around us.
There’s always darkness, just once I want us to walk into the light, but until his father is gone, this is where we have to stay. This is the first time since I left that I’ve laid eyes on him and it’s everything I’ve missed, thought about, needed, and wanted.
“Angel,”—my gaze snaps to his—“get out of your head. I want you here with me.” I acquiesce when those pools of desire pin me with a glare.
He saunters over to me oozing confidence and desire. The air around us is electric. “I missed you.” My confession tumbles into the space between us. He doesn’t respond, instead he proceeds to collar me, tugging the leash forcing me to kneel on the bed for him. I’m wearing a thin silk tank top and shorts and when his eyes drop to my hardened nipples I may as well be naked because the look in his eyes is so feral it’s as if my clothing has fallen away under it’s scrutiny.
“Did you miss me when you were in Axel’s arms?” he growls, tugging again. The collar tightens, and my breathing becomes erratic. “Answer me,” he bites out, and the calm control he always possesses slips momentarily, showing me the animal beneath.
“No, he’s a friend. I had a nightmare.”
My response earns me another basal sound akin to a wild predator. “If he ever, and I mean ever, lays a finger on you, I will slice each fucking filthy digit off his hand.” Lifting deep blue orbs to me, his dark gaze holds me hostage and I try nodding, but find it difficult because the leather is wound so tight my breathing has halted.
Suddenly, he releases me, allowing me to fall onto the bed gasping for air. “I know.” He’s right, I was in the arms of someone else, seeking comfort he couldn’t give me because he wasn’t here. “You pushed me away.” My retort doesn’t go unnoticed, when his grip falls to my wrists and he drags me to the edge of the bed.
“On your back, I’ll teach that little mouth exactly who owns it. When I walk out of here tonight, every sweet, smooth inch of this body will remember me. It will recall who it belongs to. Open your mouth,” he orders harshly, each word laced with desire and lust that drips onto my skin like a balm.
I lie back, my head hanging over the edge, my mouth open. Without another word, he slams into my throat. The sheer size of him has me gagging as the crown of his erection enters my throat. The soft mewls and whimpers that fall from me are unnatural, filled with yearning.
He slides out and back in, over and over again, fucking my mouth like it is his to use. And as I lay there, taking every hard inch, I know it is. I am his.
“Good girl. I own you. You’re mine,” he bites out through clenched teeth, slamming into my mouth. Tears drip from my eyes, as I choke on his length. As quickly as it started, he pulls out. “On your knees,” he barks out and I comply easily.
The cold steel of a blade teases my skin and I glance backward to see him slicing the clothing from my body. “Those were—” A sharp swat on my ass has my words halting abruptly and instead a yelp replaces them.
“No talking.” Another two slaps on either cheek have tingles shooting through me, igniting my blood like an inferno. A volcano about to erupt. His hands grip my ass, mauling it. “This body is mine. Your ass, your breasts, and that tight, sweet cunt. You hear me?” I nod in understanding.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but when I feel it, a loud moan tumbles free and I push back against his face. His tongue licks my slick folds from my clit all the way to my puckered entrance. Again and again, sending me into a frenzy as I take my pleasure from his mouth.
My body quakes and pulses. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of an orgasm so intense, that I’m not sure I’ll survive. His fingers drive into my core, in and out, again and again as he fucks me with both digits. I’m dripping onto his hand and his growl is evidence that he wants every drop.
“Good girl, come for me.” His order sends me over the edge, barreling through the abyss as my toes curl, my eyes snap sh
ut, and I fist the sheets, crying out his name, over and over again.
Moments, or hours later, I open my eyes and he’s above me. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his and I lift my hips. “How long have I been out?” I question.
“Only about three minutes, you seemed to enjoy my mouth on your little cunt.” His lips quirk and the sinful grin I’ve come to love appears. He rolls his hips then, sliding into me easily. “Fuck, still so beautifully tight for my cock.”
The slow strokes he teases me with have everything below my belly button tightening. “Please.” My plea will go unanswered because this is slow, this isn’t a fuck, he’s making love to me. For the second time in our relationship, if you can call it that, he’s showing me with his body how much he feels.
“Look at me. Watch me worship you.” He asks with so much feeling, so much emotion that it slams into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. Our gazes lock and our dark erotic dance moves unhurriedly, the music in the background is haunting as HIM sings “Don’t Fear the Reaper” and I don’t.
He’s mine. The bringer of death is the man I love and I hope he can slay our demons before our time is up because I don’t know how much longer I can live without him.
“Get out of your fucking head. Do you want me to fuck you?” Shaking my head, I reach for his face, cupping it gently in my hands and pulling him to me. Our lips meet softly, tentatively, as he kisses me with reverence.
“I want you to make love to me,” I mumble against his lips. His cock drives into me as our kiss deepens. Matching his slow strokes, his tongue and erection both fucking me, owning me, making love to me. Our bodies, sweaty with our lust, move in sync as I feel it, the orgasm taunting me. “Please.” Another plea and this time he obliges me.
Moving faster, he plunges into my body, faster and deeper. “Come with me.” An order I obey easily as my body pulses, squeezing him, pulling him in further and we both fly over the edge in a harmony fit for heaven. Only, I’m afraid we may be going to hell.
