A soft whimper leaves her lips while she spreads her knees for me. Not as much as I’d like, but it’s a start.
I throw back another drink and lower myself to my knees behind her. When my hand touches her ass cheek, she jumps.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Her voice shakes.
“Yes.”
She sucks in a breath at my answer. But not the way she is thinking. I’m not gonna remove my belt and make her black and blue. Or bleed. I’m gonna fuck her body and her mind. I’m gonna remind her who the fuck is in charge here.
My hand runs over her wet pussy, my thumb sliding over her clit before it enters her. She shuffles on her knees and arches her back more. I smile.
Raising my drink, I finish off the little I have left and pause. I look over her pussy and get an idea.
“Don’t move,” I order.
Lifting my glass, I hold it over her ass and pussy and pour the contents out. She gasps as the dark liquid dribbles down over her skin, coating her thighs before dripping onto the floor. Pieces of ice fall, and she sucks in a long breath. The coldness causing a chill to run through her body.
Then I lean forward and lick it off her smooth cunt. The taste has my hands gripping her cheeks, spreading them farther. It tastes like the best fucking thing in the world. Scotch and candy.
“Avery …” She cries out, pushing back against me.
“What, Bunny?” I ask as my tongue creeps higher, licking up the scotch as I run over her ass. I wanna fuck it!
“Please.” She whimpers, pushing her hips back more.
I pull back and slap her ass cheek, and she moans. Then I lower my lips to her pussy again. Placing my hands on her thighs, I spread them farther apart and bury my face into her. My tongue enters her, and I taste the sweetness of her cunt. My cock pushes painfully against my zipper.
Her hips rock back and forth as I fuck her with my tongue, and she continues to whimper.
I hear her start to pant, feel her pussy start to tighten, and I pull away, licking what is left of her off my lips.
She cries out, and her body shakes, knowing what I’ve done. I’m gonna have my way with her tonight, but she isn’t gonna come.
I make my way to my feet. “Stand up.”
She pushes herself up off her face and gets to her feet. She sways a little bit, and I reach out to help steady her. Once I know she’s not gonna fall, I order, “Don’t move!”
I go over to her closet and grab what I want. Walking out, I grab her arms and bring them behind her back. I wrap the fur-lined cuffs around her wrists. I would prefer to use handcuffs, but her one wrist is still healing, and I don’t want to hurt her.
“Go lie on the bed,” I instruct her. “On your back and your head at the foot.”
She gets on and lies on her back with her head at the end of the bed. I undo my black slacks and push them down my legs along with my boxers. Then I reach up and unbutton my dress shirt. I walk to the end of the bed and look down at her. She lifts her knees up, and they fall open. I smile, reaching down to stroke her face. “Tonight is about me, Bunny.”
She closes her eyes and licks her lips. I grab her shoulders and pull her closer to me, her head falling off the end of the bed.
“Open that pretty mouth so I can fuck it.”
She keeps her eyes closed but follows my command. Her lips part, and I grab the base of my cock. I rub it along her lips, letting the pre-cum paint them like a canvas. Then I push into her mouth. She opens wider, running her tongue up my shaft.
I moan when her lips close around me. There’s no other feeling like her in the world. Looking down at her, I start to move back and forth, my cock moving easier with each thrust.
I reach out and grab her breasts, my hands kneading them, and she moans around me. Her chest rises as she arches her back. I know she’s uncomfortable. She’s lying on her bound arms, her head is hanging over the side of the bed, and her pussy is begging to be fucked, but I don’t care. Just as I told her, tonight is about me.
I release her breasts and wrap my hands around her throat. I feel it work as my cock fucks it. I pick up the intensity, and her body shudders when I hit the back. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth and hands around your neck,” I tell her.
She moans and lifts her hips off the bed, needing more.
“Fuck, you feel incredible, Bunny. So fucking good!” I hiss.
I continue my punishing pace while her body thrashes helplessly before me, and I wanna pull out. I wanna crawl on top of her, spread her legs wide, and fuck her with passion. Remind her that she is mine! That no one could love her like I do! Or fuck her like I do!
But I don’t.
Instead, I continue to fuck her as she lies there taking it like she fucking needs to be used just as much as I need to use her.
I come with her name on my lips, and she swallows.
When I pull away, she’s panting, and tears run down the side of her red face from all the blood rushing to it.
I help her sit and then move over to the middle of the bed with her head at the headboard. I push her down on to her stomach and then walk into to the closet, grabbing some more things.
PRESLEIGH
Shame washes over me. My second attempt to save myself ended up hurting me more.
Avery isn’t gonna let up. I don’t know this Avery. The one I knew was soft and loving. He didn’t believe in punishment or only pleasing himself. He didn’t have slaves. He was a giver in and out of the bedroom.
I’m trying to catch my breath when I feel Avery grab my ankles. He spreads them far apart, and then I feel fur just like on my wrists wrap around them.
When he’s done, I try to move them, but they’re spread wide. “What?” I try to lift my head to see what he’s done.
“It’s a spreader bar,” he tells me, coming over to push my hair from my face as he stands beside the bed. “It keeps your legs spread far apart. You’re going to stay like this all night.”
What? “Avery …”
“You’re being punished, Bunny. You are not allowed to touch yourself and not allowed to come. Do you understand why I’m punishing you?”
I bury my face into the pillow and try not to cry. I thought he would hit me, choke me a little, or just slap me around if he caught me. I was so wrong.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I mumble into it.
He grabs a handful of my hair and jerks my head back. I hiss in a breath as wetness pools between my legs. “Why?”
“Because I disobeyed.” He can’t really expect me not to try to run.
His hand comes out, and he gently runs his thumb over my cheek. “Are you going to do that again?”
“No.” I whimper. “Please just fuck me,” I beg. After I had his lips on my pussy, it’s throbbing.
“When you deserve to be fucked, Bunny, I’ll fuck you.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask as tears form in my eyes once again. I hate whatever they drugged me with because it messes with my emotions.
He squats beside me so we’re level, and he tilts his head to the side. “You are doing this to yourself.”
“Just let me go, Avery. Please.” I can’t help but beg. I pull on my chains and I hate that they turn me on. I fucking hate myself.
“I can’t do that,” he says softly, letting go of my hair. The side of my face falls to the pillow once again. He runs his hand over my head.
“You might as well kill me,” I whisper.
“You’re no use to me dead,” he says simply.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I fist my cuffed hands.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I open my eyes and look at him. His dark blue eyes search my face. They linger on my cheek where Darrell punched me, then they fall to my lips. I wiggle in my chains, and my pussy starts to throb.
His eyes meet mine. “There is no escape, Bunny. You need to understand that.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AVERY
I WALK OUT OF HER ROOM. Making my way back down the winding staircase, I head toward my study to find Darrell already waiting for me. “You hit her.” I growl.
He places his hands behind his back and squares his shoulders. “I was instructed to do what was necessary to get her under control.”
“You had a syringe in your hand,” I snap. “That was enough.”
“Sir, I—”
“You need to remember your place,” I interrupt him. “Kayn is in charge of her. You are to follow his orders, and I do believe after the incident on the plane, he told you to keep your hands to yourself. You are to only administer the drug if needed.” He just stands there, looking straight ahead. “Am I understood?” I snap.
“Yes, sir.”
“Get out!”
He walks out, and I fall into my chair behind my desk. I pull a single key out of my pocket and unlock a drawer. Opening it up, I remove her cell phone. I had them bring it from her house because a person’s life is on their phone. This will keep me updated with what is happening back in New York now that she has been taken.
Turning it on, it starts to ding with messages and voicemails.
Where are you? Thought we were meeting at six?
Babe. Where the fuck are you?
I’m still waiting.
I went to your house. You weren’t there. Are you shacked up with some man? Is this like last time when I had to come save you from a cottage up north because your date freaked out and hit you?
Bitch, answer me!
I’m starting to get really worried, babe.
I’m outside your house, and there is a guy trying to get in …
That’s the guy I had tied up in my warehouse. The messages go on and on from someone named Alex. They’re sending them every fucking two minutes.
I go to her pictures and open them up. The first three are of her. She’s smiling under neon lights. You can tell she’s drunk as her eyes stare blankly into the camera. A man stands beside her with his arm over her shoulders. In the next, he is leaning in, kissing her cheek while she looks up at the ceiling. The next is of her tits. Her bare tits. My jaw tightens. Who the fuck did she send this to?
The next is her lying on her back in a bed. I don’t recognize it to be the one at her house. Her tongue is on her lip, eyes closed, and she’s naked. Someone else took it because they’re standing at the end of the bed while she lies on it. Her legs are closed, hiding her pussy, but you can see everything else while they stand over her.
I slam her phone down onto my desk.
What happened to her? When did she become such a fucking slut? And even now, even though she hates me, she was begging me to fuck her. That she needed to come. Maybe she’s a sex addict. Possibly an alcoholic as well.
She’s gonna hate me, but I’m gonna cure her of both of those things if that’s the case. I turn off her cell and place it back in my drawer before I stand and walk out of my study. I have work to do.
PRESLEIGH
I sit on my bed; my momma sits behind me, brushing my hair. “Momma?” I break the silence.
“Hmm?” she asks.
“I …” I bite my bottom lip nervously.
“What is it, honey?”
Knotting my hands in my lap, I look down at them and close my eyes. “I heard a woman screaming.” The brush stops running through my hair. “It was late last night.” Silence fills the room, and my heart starts to pound. “I thought I was sleeping …” I ramble on. “But then I heard it again. It sounded like she was just down the hall. I left my room …”
She jumps off the bed and comes to stand in front of me. Her blue eyes are narrowed down at me, and my breath catches. “Where did you go?”
“I … uh …”
“Where?” she demands.
“I just wanted to help her,” I say, and my eyes start to sting with unshed tears.
She lets out a long breath and kneels in front of me. Both hands go to my face, and her eyes soften. “Those women don’t need help, honey.”
“I don’t understand. She was crying. Screaming for help. The closer I got, the more I heard—”
“No, Presleigh!” she interrupts me. Her hands fall from my face, and she runs one through her blond hair. “Some women were made to serve, darling.”
I frown. “Serve who?”
“Whoever wants them,” she answers simply. Giving me a soft smile, she adds, “Women need to know their place in this world. Some are meant to be loved. And some are meant to be used.”
“Avery loves me,” I blurt out.
She chuckles. “You’re only twelve, dear. You nor Avery know what love is.”
“I love Avery,” I tell her softly.
She lets out a long breath. “You were not meant for Avery, Presleigh. The sooner you realize that, the easier it will be on you.”
I open my heavy eyes and try to remember what she meant by that. I never figured it out, and she never told me. We never spoke about Avery in that way again. She knew how I felt but refused to acknowledge it. To her, he was too good for me. He was going to be a God who would one day carry on our family’s business—selling little girls and women. And I never heard another woman scream out for help. But it only took me two more years to understand what my father did to make that woman scream. And I wished more than ever at that point that I would have tried harder to save her.
My eyes flutter open at the sound of my door. I don’t know how I managed it, but I actually fell asleep last night. Exhaustion took over. Plus, whatever they shot into my neck has me sleeping more than usual.
“Good morning, Bunny,” Avery says happily.
I say nothing.
“Still mad at me, I see.”
“Fuck you, Avery!” I snap.
He comes beside the bed and starts petting my hair. I jerk my head away from him. Then he grips a fistful and yanks my head back and off the bed just like he did last night.
“Don’t,” he warns, glaring down at me. “Don’t make this harder than necessary, Bunny.”
“Then let me go.”
He sighs, full of disappointment that I won’t just accept my fate. “There is nowhere for you to go.”
My stomach sinks at that. I fight my restraints. “Just take me home, Avery.”
His hard blue eyes search mine, and after a long second, they start to soften. “You’re not safe there, Bunny.”
“I’m not safe here.”
“I assure you, you are. Trust me.”
Trust him? After everything I have been through because of him, he wants me to trust him? I can’t do it. But I really don’t have any other option either. I’m his prisoner. His slave.
He releases my hair, and my face falls to the bed. His hand trails down over my back and grips the chain that connects the cuffs. “Have you learned your lesson?”
I dig my face into the pillow. He slaps my ass when I don’t answer.
“Yes,” I grind out.
“Are you done trying to outsmart me?”
“Yes.” Lie! I’ll win … eventually. I wasn’t raised to be a quitter. He knows that.
“I don’t want to keep you tied to your bed, Bunny, but I will if I have to. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.” I shove my head into the bed again. Maybe I can suffocate myself to the point he’ll uncuff me, and then I’ll attack.
Then his hand trails lower and falls between my legs. I stiffen. I know his game. It wasn’t hard to figure out. He withholds sex and orgasms from me, but he can’t keep his hands off me. I can work that to my advantage. Plus, the need to be fucked is so great. I raise my hips to open myself up for him, already knowing just how far he will take it.
“Your pussy is wet like last time,” he muses. “Maybe you like being treated this way.”
My breath comes quicker as he slides a finger into me. “Please.” I beg like the good slave he wants me to be.
“Please what?”
“Let me come.”
He removes his finger, an
d I can’t hold back the growl of frustration.
“No,” he says simply.
Then I feel him undoing my ankles. “Turn over.”
I roll over and look up at him. Blue eyes that I used to love look so foreign now. Like a stranger just passing by. But anyone could see the clouds in them. The anger. The bloodlust. Even though he’s dressed in an expensive suit, he’s become an animal that craves madness.
“The rules still apply, Bunny. No touching yourself.”
“But …”
“Sit up,” he orders, and I do as he says. He reaches behind me and undoes my wrists. I prefer those over the ropes as they don’t get tighter as time goes by.
I rub them, and he stands to look down at me. “Get dressed and meet me downstairs for breakfast.” Then he walks out.
I take my time in the bathroom. Mainly because my legs are sluggish and my body weak. Being punched in the face by a man three times my size and then being drugged along with being restrained all night will do that to you. Plus, I haven’t eaten much since I arrived here.
I use the restroom, brush my teeth, and put on a T-shirt along with yoga pants. The bastard brought all my clothes, which I’m thankful for, but that also means he went through my shit. Or he had someone else do it. Either way, I’m not happy about it.
I make my way down to the dining room, and he’s sitting there. His plate already cleared. He doesn’t acknowledge me as I sit down and stare at my food. My stomach is in knots for several reasons. One, I failed once again. And two, humiliation. Three, anger.
I want to kill him, but I also want to crawl up into a ball in the corner and cry my eyes out. But what will that solve? Growing up, my mother always told me tears will never change the outcome of any situation. People don’t care how you feel; they care about what you can do for them.
My mom was always strong. I never saw her cry, even when my grandparents died. I remember sitting at their funeral, and she told me, crying won’t bring them back, dear. It’ll only make your makeup run.
“You need to eat.”
Avery’s deep voice makes me jump, but I refrain from looking up at him. “I’m not hungry.”
“It wasn’t a question, Bunny.” He sighs as if I’m annoying him.
SLAUGHTER Page 14
