Julia reluctantly sat in the wheelchair and listened as Roderick continued to whisper in her ear. “You had better make it look good as we leave, just a happy couple delighted about being released from the hospital.”
Julia shook her head yes. It was all that she could muster.
How in the hell did my life go from being so good—to being so out of control?
Roderick spoke as he kept his eyes on the road after getting Julia into the car. “Now there is no reason why the two of us can’t remain fuck buddies.”
“You’re crazy, you cut my fucking finger off you sadistic bastard!”
“You’re correct, I’m a sadistic bastard. In all fairness you almost got me killed, trying to pursue a man who clearly wants nothing more to do with you. You almost got me wasted by Miller. If you think that I am going up against him for you or anyone else, then you’re crazy.”
“You put yourself in this situation. Being a spoiled little debutant has not served you well. Everyone isn’t going to cater to your uppity little ass. I believe it’s time for a reality check, perhaps a little degradation would serve to teach you a lesson? How about you wrap those pretty little pink lips around my cock for starters, and Julia… no, isn’t an option.”
The cold look Roderick gave her let her know she was in much deeper with him than she ever could have anticipated. She leaned over and took his half hardened cock from his pants and though thoughts of biting into it entered her mind, she was enough of a self-preservationist to know better. If she were to be honest with herself, she and Roderick really weren’t that much different.
Talia
I was in my favorite place to be and yet I was most given to the act of avoidance here. I was in Anthony’s dungeon.
I hung from a chain in the ceiling and once again I could barely touch the floor with my toes. Anthony referred to it as me being in a predicament. If I tried to release the pressure that was placed on my rotary cuffs by standing on my toes; my feet hurt. If I tried to relieve the pressure on my toes; my rotary cuffs hurt—thus, the term predicament.
“I’m sorry Anthony but I wasn’t going to send a nude picture from the public library.”
His hand twisted a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back as a feral growl emitted from his chest, “Property has no right to say no.”
“I’m not property,” I groaned.
I watched as he said nothing and made his way to a cabinet behind me. Him being out of my range of sight only added to the trepidation I was already feeling.
“Do you know what this is?”
He gave me no time to answer as he began striking me in a figure eight pattern up and down my body. The metal bits in the flogger bit into my skin causing me to cry out.
Within five minutes, he had succeeded in making me tell him that I would do anything that he wanted, but he was on a roll now and there was no stopping him. He would hurt me, without actually hurting me and I would enjoy it though I resisted. It was a cycle of love, pain, and deep connection that we had formed.
“Oh fuck it hurts. Please, I’ll do anything.”
One last strike right at my pelvic bone before he threw the flogger aside solidified his belief that I was indeed his property.
I screamed out in pain as tears coursed down my cheeks. This hadn’t been a scene for sexual enjoyment—this had been discipline and I enjoyed it.
What was happening to me that I craved this darkness? I couldn’t think about it, so I did what I always do when Anthony takes me to this place, I gave into him and I let him lead me into the darkness knowing that he would safely lead me back into the light. It was a journey that we had come to master together—each knowing his place and his responsibility of property and ownership.
I fell into his body as he removed me from the chain and carried me upstairs to the master suite.
“Use me,” my voice came out as no more than a whisper, it was all that I could manage in my weakened state.
He gently laid me on the bed and was careful to not touch me as he palmed the bed and slid his rock hard cock into me. I spread my legs pulling them back and holding them so that he would have free access to his property.
His eyes connected with mine and there was no one else in our world. We were all that existed and I couldn’t help but wonder where the rest of the world went at times like this.
Anthony and I would be connected for the rest of our lives, whether we remained together or not, but I knew that I couldn’t leave him. It wasn’t just due to the hold that he had on me physically, it was due to the hold that we had on each other’s souls and time nor space could ever sever such a connection as this.
Anthony locked eyes with me as he took me and I felt as if he had crawled up and into my soul, emptying me out and filling me with his presence. I was completely oblivious to anything but him and me. At times like this the connection was so deep that even though there was physical pleasure, there was so much more than that. We were joined with an invisible tie that corded us together. Our souls were knit together in a way that transcended time and space. For the first time in my life I was in love.
“There is only you, Talia. Only you. There has never been anyone but you,” his voice cut through the haze of ecstasy and it confirmed what I already knew, I would spend the rest of my life with him.
To be without him was no longer an option. He had done what no one before him had ever cared to do. He had scaled the walls I had purposely built to keep people out. Brick by brick he had maneuvered his way into not only my heart, but my mind, my will, and my emotions. What we had was much more than love—what we had was a soul mate. It really wasn’t a question of if I would marry him anymore now it was only a question of when.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Talia
The evening of the engagement party was upon us and un-like the last time, Anthony would be accompanying me along with a bodyguard. Even though the driver himself was a bodyguard, Anthony had opted for additional one.
“Mr. Miller, I would like thank you for rescuing me.”
The man seated in the front seat turned to view me and I was taken aback by his yellow eyes, a chill coursed through my spine as he spoke.
“It was my pleasure Ma’am but I do have to warn you that I will be on your heels tonight after last week’s episode.”
“Well this is one time that I am glad for my husband’s over protectiveness.”
“Husband?” Anthony growled in my ear.
“According to you,” I countered with a snarky state.
“Be careful love, you still have healing bruises.”
“Well at least you had the foresight to know to place them where they wouldn’t be seen.”
“Don’t ever underestimate my abilities of reading you or the future events to come.”
I decided I would leave the bantering alone. That was enough, for now. My timing was impeccable due to the fact that we had just pulled up in front of the building that would host our evening event.
Miller exited the car first and made his way around to our door to open it. We were welcomed by a barrage of photographers and the rest of the evening would be immersed in the public’s lust and curiosity of celebrities.
Whether I liked it or not, I was now famous. The fame that Julia had so coveted had been allotted to me and I could care less. I couldn’t help but see the irony of it all. I grabbed Anthony’s arm and pasted a smile that I would adorn for the rest of the evening on my face, it was our time to shine.
Miller
Miller stood with his arms folded across his chest eyeing every person in attendance. He had wiped out any thoughts of anything else but doing his job, even thoughts of the woman who had been plaguing his mind from the day that he laid eyes on her, were pushed to the side.
Miller was the best at what he did and one of the reasons for that was his ability to compartmentalize. His eyes scouted the room to make certain Julia wasn’t there. He already knew she wouldn’t be, but he had learned years ago t
o never take anything for certain. Assuming anything, could get someone killed and that wasn’t happening on Miller’s watch.
He chuckled as he eyed the Governor with his fiancé. He had her cornered and it was evident to Miller that he was whispering threats in her ear. Evidently he and the Governor had more in common than he had previously believed.
Talia
I couldn’t breathe, Anthony had me so worked up.
“I see the way that these men look at you. I’m going take you home and fuck you into submission. Every time that you think that I’m going to come, I’m going to stop just so I can fuck you some more. When I get done abusing you with this big thick cock of mine, you’re going to be so sore that you will have trouble walking. I have heard you beg me to fuck you, but now I want to hear you beg me to stop. Yes, my sweet little dove, I’m looking forward to putting you through a different category of pain tonight—the pain of pleasure.”
The sound of someone tapping silverware against crystal caused Anthony to turn his attention from me and investigate the culprit.
I looked over to view Carl addressing the guests, “I would like to take this opportunity to call the Governor and his lovely bride to the stage.”
Anthony took my hand and escorted me to the stage with him as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be toasted in front of hundreds of guests.
“Now when can expect this wedding, or has the beautiful lady turned you down?”
It was out of my mouth before I had time to think, “Absolutely not, we plan on being married before the Governor gets re-elected.”
Smiles and cheers erupted throughout the crowd at that point and I tuned Anthony out—fully aware that he would be ecstatic about my new declaration of presenting ourselves as a united front. Evidently not only was my future husband the people’s Governor, the people were now accepting me as the Governor’s wife.
As we left the stage after the toast Anthony leaned in and whispered in Carl’s ear, “Good job on cornering her for a date.”
Carl raised his glass to the Governor in a congratulatory gesture. He had purposely done it—after all, when the Governor was happy that meant all was well in Carl’s world.
We made it through the rest of the evening without any upset and safely arrived home due to our diligent bodyguard.
“Get those fucking clothes off now!”
My fingers shook as I quickly undressed and stood before Anthony nude.
“So we’ll be married before I get re-elected, huh?”
“I only said that-” Was all I was able to say before he placed a finger at my lips signifying that he didn’t want to hear it.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
I shook my head no.
He dropped to his knees and lightly pinched at my inner thigh and I instinctively spread my legs. His fingers spread me open and he began to run his tongue up and down my slit.
“Oh that is the sweetest tasting pussy and to know I own it just makes my cock hard. Do you see how hard my cock is?”
I looked down to attest to the fact that he was already excited. He began sucking at my clit and brought me to the edge only to stop.
He sat on the floor and mandated what he wanted, “You squat down and take that cock up in you and you better drop down balls deep, just the way that I like. I want to bottom out in that sweet little pussy that I own.”
I tried to take my time so I could adjust to his size but he grabbed my hips and slammed me down onto him. I cried out in pain and then the pleasure of him rotating in circles while he was balls deep as his thumb circled my clit. His lips locked onto my nipple and I was just about to come and purposely not ask when a snarl washed over his face and he pushed me off of him.
He flipped me over and pulled my backside up in the air once again slamming into me as he reprimanded me. “You just don’t want to fucking obey me, do you? Do you actually think that you can steal from me and I’ll permit it? Your orgasms are mine!”
“I can’t help it. It feels so good.”
His fist wrapped in my hair and he pulled his cock out and began tiny little bursts of thrusts, placing just the head of his cock into me. In a matter of moments he had me begging him for the pleasure that only he could provide.
“What do I get my little dove? A wedding date? Because that is what I want.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I agreed.
“Now that will get you fucked.”
He circled in and out of me pumping, thrusting, and grinding me into an endless paradise of pleasure. He pulled out burying his face in my wetness licking and sucking as his fingers pumped in and out of me. “Come for me my little bride.”
My body racked with an orgasm and he resumed fucking me. He continued this long into the night, until I did just what he said that I would, I begged him to stop. I was too sensitive and I was worn out. Yes, Anthony was not a man given over to idle threats, but I already knew that.
EPILOGUE
Talia
My hands trembled as I sat allowing the make-up artist to apply my make-up. It had finally arrived, after months of preparation, my wedding day was here.
I thought of the irony of it all. I had been nothing but a mere prostitute. A woman with no future and now I was going to be the Governor’s wife. I never could have suspected that a man in his position would become intrigued with a woman like me.
He was my knight in shining armor and his dark side detracted from that in no way. He was exactly what I needed. He had spoken about being my knight in shining armor and true to his character of not making idle threats, or promises, it had come to pass. He had taken me from a life of sorrow and confusion and he had given me love and light. We were meant for each other and now we would spend the rest of our days together.
It was true, my husband was truly a man of his word, he had done everything that he had said that he would do and I knew that he would honor our marriage in the same way.
Though he was dark in many ways, they were the ways he only shared with me. We would have each other to vent our dark sides on and the public would only know us as the Governor and his wife. It was our happily ever after.
THE HIT MAN
PROLOGUE
Laura
I sat at my computer doing what I do best—tapping away at the keys to not only pay the bills, but to fill the void in my life that nothing but words can satisfy.
I am what the professionals term as: agoraphobic. Really to be honest with you it seems to bother everyone else much more than it does me. I have found that living online is not that big of a deal. I am able to do everything from behind the screen in anonymity and I love it.
Although I’m able to do anything that needs to be done from the keyboard of a computer, I never anticipated meeting a man from here. I’m not quite sure how it happened—he just kind of appeared one day. I write a blog on my condition as a way to support others and I guess that he ran across it and was intrigued.
I have never seen him and I only know him as Miller.
Miller
Miller sat in his car watching the woman who had a hold on him and she wasn’t even aware of it or maybe she was.
She flowed through the apartment in a sheer long sleeve white shirt with dainty pink panties beneath it.
She crossed her legs and seated herself in the chair that gave her an ample view of the highrise apartments across the way. Binoculars were in her hand as she began to scout out the unaware residents.
Miller grabbed his phone that was placed in the passenger seat.
“You’re such a little voyeur.”
He waited a moment watching as she grabbed her phone.
“Me? I would say that is a little like the pot calling the kettle black. I would have thought you would be busy with one of your many women.”
“I would have thought that you would be ready to get busy with me. Touch yourself for me baby girl, I don’t want another woman. I want you, now be a good girl and tell me when are you going to let m
e come up there and see you?”
“You first.”
Miller pulled his cock from his jeans and began to stroke it as he listened to her voice.
“Are you stroking your pole while you daydream about fucking me, Miller?”
“Oh girl, you know that I am.”
Laura’s fingers made their way between her legs and moved her panties over.
“Don’t make me come up there. That’s no fair, let me see.”
She slid her panties off and spread her legs in front of the window as she eyed the black SUV with tinted windows parked on the street below. She could hear his breathing and it gave her a sense of control that she needed.
“Oh, you are a dirty boy,” she taunted him pushing her finger into her soaked opening.
“And you are a voyeur, but you can’t see me because I’m a ghost. Now put that finger in your mouth and tell me what you taste like, you little tease.”
“I taste like your big thick cock doused in honey. Now stroke it or I’m stopping and making you put the window down.”
“No, can do. The day that you agree to me coming up there is the day that you get to see this handsome mug. Oh, girl you would feel so good. Knowing that you are up there touching yourself while I watch is much better than any other woman could ever be. You’re going to make me come baby girl.”
Laura’s moans became music in Miller’s ears as she came while he watched her on camera. She had no idea that Miller was a hit man and he had bugged her apartment months ago…
Coming soon... The Hit Man.
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