by Julia Sykes
This wasn’t fucking. This was pure, perfect possession.
Samantha owned me, body and soul.
I dozed off after we both reached completion, sated and spent, but I roused when she tensed in my arms.
“What are you thinking about?” I brushed away the furrow in her brow.
She propped up from where she’d been resting on my chest.
“I thought you were asleep,” she said instead of answering.
“I was, but I could hear you thinking.” I gave her a languorous smile and brushed her hair back from her cheek. “You do have a very busy mind.”
“Let me guess. You’re going to help me make it go all quiet and blissful?” She might have spoken with asperity, but the words were tinged with longing.
“I can, if that’s what you need,” I said. “But I like your clever brain.”
She blinked. “You do?”
“Of course. You challenge me. I find you fascinating. Did you not know?”
“I…” She swallowed, but her voice still came out a touch hoarse. “No. I guess I didn’t know that. Not for sure.”
I traced the line of her cheekbone. “I should tell you more often, then.”
Samantha had to know how much I treasured her, especially her quick mind. She always managed to surprise me, and I delighted in her company. She was so much more than simply my sex object, a toy for my own perverse pleasures.
Her eyes began to shine, and I frowned. “Did I make you sad?”
“No,” she said, her voice catching. “That…means a lot to me.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“Because I don’t want to leave,” she whispered. “I don’t want to leave you, but I should.”
My jaw firmed as possessive anger flared, tinged with hurt and fear. “You’re still thinking about how to escape?”
“No,” she said quickly. “I mean, yes. I mean, I want to get out of working for Cristian. I don’t want to spend my days locked in this penthouse, fearing the day your brother comes for me. And if you really value my mind like you say you do, you won’t want that for me, either.”
I scowled. “This is the safest place for you. You should fear Cristian. This is the only way I know how to protect you.”
“This isn’t the life I want,” she said, desperate. “I can’t stay trapped in a cage forever. I need to do something meaningful. I need to help people.”
“You’ve been reading too many comic books. You can’t be a superhero, Samantha. You’re far too breakable, and I won’t put you at risk.”
“I can be a hero,” she asserted, her eyes sparking as her anger rose. “I used to do it every day, before you took me. I had a life. I had purpose.”
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled, settling my weight on her. She couldn’t escape me. She couldn’t leave me. “Your life is with me now. And my purpose is to protect you.”
“You won’t be able to keep me from Cristian forever,” she reasoned. “Let me call my friends at the Bureau. If you go into hiding before they come for Cristian, I can cover your tracks. They won’t find you. You’ll be safe.”
She wanted to send me away. That wasn’t going to happen. I’d never allow her to be parted from me.
“And what about you?” I demanded, my jealous anger rising. “Where will you be while I’m in hiding? Will you go back to your friends? To your Dex?” I spat the man’s name.
“I…I don’t know,” she whispered.
“You’re mine,” I snarled. My cock stiffened against her, pressing at the entrance to her cunt. “And you’re not going anywhere. Not back to your Dex. And not to my brother. You belong to me.”
“I’m yours,” she agreed. “But I can’t—”
I cut her off with a merciless kiss as I drove inside her, reminding her of my claim, our connection. I fucked her hard, possessing her with deep, merciless strokes. She rocked her body against mine, meeting me with her own fierce need. Samantha didn’t want to leave me. She was just confused, still caught up in the fantasy that she could save the day. Regardless of her wishes, I’d never put her at risk. And I’d certainly never agree to a plan that separated us.
I joined our bodies with ruthless thrusts. I’d drown her in brutal ecstasy until she realized she couldn’t live without me.
Chapter 18
I woke her early the next morning with a soft kiss against her neck. She turned her head, offering me better access. I rumbled my approval, nipping at her. She pressed her ass back against my erection in wanton invitation. We were both naked, nestled under the sheets together. I’d allowed her to rest, studying her peaceful features for a long while. Now, I was too hungry for her to allow her to continue sleeping.
“It’s time for your punishment,” I murmured in her ear.
“Punishment?” she asked, her tone slurred and sleepy rather than sharp with alarm. “Why?”
“You tried to escape,” I reminded her, more aroused than upset. “That was very naughty, gatita. I’ve owed you a punishment for days.”
“Oh. Okay,” she agreed easily.
I kissed the tender spot I’d bitten. “Good girl.”
I gave her a few minutes to stir and go through her morning routine. When she emerged from the bathroom, her cheeks were pink and her eyes were sparkling.
I beckoned to her from where I stood in the threshold to the sitting room. “Come.”
She came to me without hesitation, her expression serene rather than fearful. She knew pain was coming, but she wasn’t terrified, as she’d once been. I’d trained her to enjoy erotic pain. Or perhaps she’d always been this way. Perhaps she’d been built just for me, my perfect Samantha.
She placed her hand in mine and walked with me into our playroom, utterly docile and willing to accept whatever punishment I chose to dole out. Her contrition for trying to leave me was genuine, and she accepted that she deserved discipline for her rash actions. We’d both feel better when she released her tears.
She followed where I led, trusting me implicitly even as we entered the room that had once terrified her. I stopped when we reached the far wall, next to my suspension frame. She enjoyed being bound, and I needed to see her trapped and helpless to resist me.
I selected a coil of crimson rope that hung on the wall by the wooden frame, and she shivered in anticipation. We’d both derive pleasure from this punishment. I’d make sure of it. I’d never hurt her with impunity again, would never whip her for my own selfish desires if she was unwilling. Her trust was my most precious possession, and I wouldn’t risk losing it.
She took a deep breath and released it on a long, shuddering sigh as I began to wind the rope around her, forming a harness that framed her chest. I took extra time and care to create a lattice pattern above her breasts, adorning my pretty pet with the red rope. Her pale skin took on a pearlescent sheen beneath it, contrasting with the vibrant color.
When I finished tightening the rope around her chest, I drew her arms behind her, binding them together from shoulder to wrist. Her back arched, making her breasts stand out proudly. Her pink nipples peaked for my attention.
I didn’t stimulate them. Not yet. I’d leave her aching for my sensual touch, until her body thrummed with such need that she couldn’t discern pain from pleasure.
I took another length of rope and threaded it through the bindings around her arms before feeding it through the large metal ring embedded in the wooden beam above her. I pulled, forcing her arms up behind her, so she had no choice but to bend at the waist to alleviate the pressure. She spread her legs in wanton invitation, her back arched as she offered her pussy to me.
My cock stiffened, aching to get inside her. I mastered the animal urge to drive into her wet heat. She needed more pain before I could sate myself. And I needed to hear her scream her apology, her promise to never try to escape me again.
I stepped back, simply admiring her without touching, until she whined for my attention. Satisfied that she was needy and desperate, I went bac
k to the wall, where implements for her torment were arranged in neat rows.
I held up the rubber-tipped nipple clamps so she could see them clearly. The light caught on the metal, making the chain that connected them shine silver. Little red gemstones dangled from the chain. They’d look so pretty adorning my sweet Samantha’s tormented breasts.
Her eyes tightened with her own hunger as she studied the clamps. I’d gotten her worked up enough that she’d welcome any sexual stimulation, pleasure or pain.
Her lashes fluttered as I cupped her breasts, feeling her nipples harden to tight buds beneath my palms. She tried to lean into me, seeking more contact. The ropes held her immobile, the bonds I’d created denying her any control over her body.
Instead of struggling for freedom, she relaxed, falling into my thrall. Rewarding her submission, I began to roll her nipples between my fingers, tugging and pinching to get her accustomed to the discomfort that would be inflicted by the clamps.
When she whimpered and wiggled, torn between wanting relief and craving more, I caught her tight peaks in the clamps. She cried out as I turned the screws on the sides, slowly increasing the pressure to guarantee they’d stay firmly in place. I tugged on the chain, and she hissed out a breath, struggling to adjust to the pinch.
I watched her pinched expression soften as she settled into acceptance. I flicked the gems that dangled from the chain, making them glitter under the crimson lights. She moaned, and her eyes slid closed as her head dropped forward in surrender.
Her short, panting breaths followed me as I retrieved the crop from where it hung on the wall. When I stepped behind her, I was met with a delicious view of her soaked and swollen cunt. Her body practically vibrated with need, but I wouldn’t provide her with ecstatic release just yet. She had to release her guilt first, had to swear that she would never again try to leave me.
When I snapped the crop against her ass, she blew out a long sigh and relaxed, accepting her punishment. I started flicking it against her skin, painting her flesh pink as I spread out the heat.
Even as lust raged through my body, something darker pulsed through my veins. Memories of the guard on top of her, violating her, flooded my mind. Fury burned through me at the thought of another man’s hands on her. The sound of her horrified sobs as she remembered her childhood trauma at the hands of her uncle echoed through my mind, driving me near madness. No one would touch her ever again. I’d kill anyone who tried. I’d do anything to protect my Samantha, including hurting her. I’d eradicate her foolish plans to separate us in order to evade my brother. I had to keep her close to know she was safe from him.
I cracked the crop against her upper thigh, causing her to cry out.
“Never leave me again,” I commanded, my tone fierce and desperate. I delivered another cruel blow to brand her with a burning sting. “You don’t get to leave me. Never leave me.”
“I won’t.” Her voice hitched on a sob. “I won’t leave you. I love you.”
My heart stopped in my chest, squeezing too hard to continue beating. The crop slipped from my hand, clattering to the ground. My pulse thundered back to life, pounding in my head as something hot and bright seared away some of the darkness that blackened my soul.
My hands curved into her ass, spreading her wide. She was soaked for me, her body ready to yield to me. Just as she was yielding her heart.
“Say it again,” I ground out.
“I love you,” she sobbed. “Please, Andrés.”
I snarled and slammed into her, thrusting deep into her wet channel. “Tell me,” I demanded, driving into her with ruthless abandon. “Tell me again. Don’t stop.”
“I love you!” she cried out. “I love you, I love you…” The words left her in a litany, over and over again as I fucked her hard. I became drunk on the foreign sentiment. It filled me up, sending me soaring higher than I’d ever attained through inflicting pain.
I was close to coming undone. I needed her to shatter with me. I reached beneath her and pinched her clit.
“Andrés!” she screamed out my name as her orgasm claimed her. My raw shout echoed around us, and I filled her with my cum. I kept pounding into her, riding out the last of our pleasure with brutal force.
Finally, I stopped, completely spent. I withdrew from her and carefully removed the clamps from her nipples. She whimpered as blood rushed back to the abused buds, but I shushed her and soothed away the sting with my fingers. Her whimper dropped to a moan, and I continued caressing her until I was certain her discomfort had passed.
I couldn’t bring myself to take the time to untie her, so I grabbed my blunt-tipped shears and cut her down. She sagged against me, and I held her carefully as I lowered us both onto the cool tiled floor.
“Mine,” I murmured, tracing the contours of her soft body. “All mine.”
She rubbed her face against the crook of my neck, her hot tears branding me. She licked at them, tasting the salt of her love on my skin. A low sound of animal satisfaction left my chest. It seemed to incite her need, even though she’d attained orgasm only minutes ago.
She shifted on my lap, turning to face me so she straddled my hips. Despite my recent release, I began to stiffen for her once again. Her bold touch made my mouth water with hunger. She no longer reluctantly submitted to my physical manipulation of her body; she initiated contact because she craved me, as well.
She lowered herself onto my hard cock and captured my lips with hers, demanding my kiss. I surrendered to pleasure as she began to ride me. My hands closed around her hips, guiding her to fuck me at the pace I desired, even though she was on top.
She screamed out my name, her fingernails scoring my back as she came. She marked me, owned me. Loved me.
Chapter 19
Only a few hours had passed since Samantha had declared her love for me, and I couldn’t stop playing the words through my mind, remembering them in her breathy voice. I’d never heard the words from a woman I’d trained. I hadn’t heard them at all since I’d lost my sister and grandmother. The emotions expanding in my chest threatened to cut off my breath and stall my heart. The sensation was so keen, it was almost painful.
I hadn’t wanted to stop touching Samantha, but I knew I needed to see my brother. I’d convince him to give me more time with her, even if I had to beg on my knees. I’d do anything to keep her safe with me. We didn’t have a plan yet, so all I could do was make Cristian believe that Samantha was close to cooperating with his demands.
I’d called my brother to set up a meeting, and he’d accepted. Now, I braced myself to face him as my driver pulled the car into the parking garage. I’d gotten caught in traffic, and it had taken me nearly half an hour to get here. Cristian wouldn’t appreciate my tardiness. If I was going to beg for him to spare Samantha, I might as well beg for forgiveness as well. What had been left of my pride didn’t exist anymore. Not when it came to protecting Samantha. Nothing was more important than her safety and happiness.
“You’re late,” Cristian commented when I was admitted to his office. His guards flanked me, too close. The back of my neck prickled with awareness, and my muscles rippled with the barely suppressed urge to defend myself.
I summoned up a calm demeanor, but I couldn’t quite clear the tension from my body. “I apologize. Traffic,” I offered in explanation.
Cristian’s malicious smile set my teeth on edge. “Don’t worry about it. The longer you’re separated from your little whore, the longer she has to learn that there are consequences for resisting me.”
My blood ran cold. “What?”
I took a breath, reminding myself that none of my men had permission to access my penthouse anymore.
Cristian’s smile curved with cruelty. “I ordered Lauren to give her a taste of Bliss. Samantha is probably already in my brothel, being a good little whore. You didn’t really think I’d let you keep her all to yourself, did you? Especially when you can’t seem to break her properly.”
I snarled and surged fo
rward, all fear of my brother forgotten as rage washed my vision red. The guards at my back were ready. They grabbed my arms, wrenching me back. My fury gave me strength to shake them off, but the barrel of the gun that pressed against the back of my head made me freeze.
I couldn’t let them kill me. If they did, I couldn’t rescue Samantha.
“I wonder how many men will fuck her before she agrees to cooperate,” Cristian mused. “Or maybe that won’t be enough to break her. Maybe she likes being used like a slut. Maybe that’s why you’re so attached to her, and why you haven’t been able to break her. Tell me, little brother, have you made sure she’s good at sucking cock? She’s not much to look at, but she’d probably be prettier with my cum on her face.”
A feral roar ripped from my chest, and I tried to twist away from the hands that held me. The gun pressed harder against my skull, reminding me that I couldn’t risk my life. I had to get back to Samantha.
Cristian made a dismissive wave, as though he hadn’t heard my anguished outburst. “If she enjoys my brothel too much, I’ll just make sure she doesn’t get relief next time I dose her. She’ll break, one way or another.” He tilted his chin, considering me. “Are you really going to attack me, hermanito?” he asked with soft amusement.
“Let me go,” I growled, trembling as adrenaline coursed through my system without an outlet.
“Fine.” Cristian grinned with sadistic pleasure. “You can go check on her progress. Let me know if she’s ready to work for me when she’s finished servicing my men. Bring her to me when she’s sobered up.”
The gun left my head, and the guards released me. Only the urgent need to get back to Samantha kept me from tearing my brother apart. I couldn’t let another minute pass before racing back to her. Cristian’s laughter followed me out of the room and down the hall.
