“Please, I need…”
“What do you need, my sweet Clara?”
I might regret the next words out of my mouth for the rest of my life, but I didn’t care. It was more important to know if this was something I could live with.
“I need My Monster.” The words spilled from my mouth barely a whisper, and his breath caught.
He drew his fingers out of my sex and looked at me. Between one breath and the next, his eyes narrowed and darkness stirred. His hand snapped out, gripped my throat, and he slammed me back on the bench. My legs kicked out, but he grabbed my ankle, lifting it over his hip.
He clutched at my throat while I struggled to breathe. Then he wedged his hips between my legs. His scent swept over me, dark and dangerous, a crazy intoxicating blend which made me want everything he offered, even when I knew this might be the worst decision I ever made.
The thing was? I didn’t care. I wanted every bit of this.
He entered my space, claiming every bit of it with his relentless hunger, his need to take and claim. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. My heart may have stopped beating, too confused by what was happening to maintain its steady rhythm.
His gaze traveled across my face, as if he were taking inventory and weighing my decision to let this happen. I bit my lip again and gave the tiniest nod.
“Please…” I barely croaked out the word. I wanted this to happen, and I needed My Monster to take away all my doubts.
That was as close as I would come to begging. My self-control had fled. My sense of self-preservation was gone. There would be nothing left of the woman I had once been after this was done.
From now on, or at least for the next few minutes, I was undeniably his.
His eyes grew darker as a switch flipped inside of him. There was nothing slow or gentle in what came next. His hips slammed forward, burying his cock deep within me in one powerful thrust.
If I had breath, I would’ve cried out in pain.
It hurt.
It hurt so damned good.
My eyes felt like they rolled into the back of my head and spots danced in my vision. Darkness crowded in from the periphery, and all I could see was his twisted expression as he drew back and plunged in again.
With my fingers gripping his wrist, I struggled to take a breath. My eyes widened, and I begged without words for him to grant me breath.
His hips slammed in and out, and the delirious glide of his cock within me triggered sensations I had never felt before.
This was pain.
It was pleasure.
It was fear.
It was joy.
I had found bliss.
I surrendered to the brutality he unleashed, and my entire world exploded. His lips crashed down on mine, and the stranglehold on my windpipe lifted. I gasped and swallowed as the most intense orgasm of my life barreled into me.
In his hands, I came undone and I discovered a fundamental truth about myself.
I wanted to belong to him.
Then, his entire body stilled. Keenly aware he had not yet come, I stared back at him. The amount of restraint he displayed amazed me because he clearly still held back.
I lifted up to brush my lips against his.
“Do it. Make me yours.”
Self-preservation certainly had left me, and it took what remained of my self-control. He owned every bit of me now, and I had to admit one thing.
The relief over no longer needing to fight him, freed me to surrender to every sensation. I didn’t have to control anything. Choice no longer belonged to me. He decided what came next, and I was okay with that.
He slipped a hand around the nape of my neck and stared at my mouth for what seemed like five minutes but couldn’t have been longer than five-seconds. My lips throbbed with the need to feel his lips on mine again, but he didn’t move.
It was as if he enjoyed the torture which came with delayed gratification. Or maybe, he simply attempted to prolong this moment for as long as he could.
“You’re mine, Clara.” His husky voice tunneled along my nerves. “There is no going back.”
I blinked, a slow measured movement, and my chin bobbed.
“Yours.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
His hips rocked forward. None of the fury from before moved his body. Slowly, he worked his way in and out. Tension built in his expression as he held back his release while bringing me back up that steep cliff of arousal.
With him.
With his slow, reverent movements.
My insides clenched as every nerve ending in my body seemed to fire at once. I couldn’t hold back the impending explosion.
“Come with me, my sweet Clara.” His breaths moved heavily, and he swallowed thickly.
My scream rent the air as my body spasmed around his. I shouted his name until my throat hurt as wave after wave of bliss rattled through me.
He came with a roar, and his iron grip wrapped back around my throat. Our bodies shook with our orgasms, tensing and releasing with the energy flowing between us.
Everything went black and I faded in and out of awareness. All that was left between us, skin on skin, lips on lips, and breaths feeding each other’s breaths, was contentment and satiety.
Bliss.
A slow clap pulled me out of my foggy haze.
“Now that was pretty damn impressive. Xavier promised some early evening entertainment. Color me impressed, but I do believe that’s the same girl from before. I’m surprised she hasn’t run off screaming after what you made her watch.”
My eyes popped open and my breath caught in my throat as the worst of humanity eagerly leered at my naked flesh and hungered over my freshly fucked state. My body tensed with the need to cover myself and hide.
Josh reached for my cheek, drawing his finger along my jawline. “Focus on me, my sweet Clara. I’ll die before allowing anyone to harm you. Trust me.” He pulled away, leaving me to feel empty and abandoned. Then, he tucked his softening cock inside his trousers, retrieved his shirt, and yanked it over his head.
“That was just me taking the edge off before we started. And my girl would never run from me. You must be Zane Carson.”
“As I said, I’m impressed. I heard a rather outlandish boast you had made.” The horrible man turned his attention to me and I squeezed my eyes shut. My entire body chilled beneath that stare.
“I don’t boast.”
Josh’s voice had me opening my eyes. He said to trust him, and in this I would take a leap of faith. I had a bad feeling I would need it.
He stepped away and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the back wall. “Clara knows her place. She’s insanely devoted and has embraced her fate.” His fingers snapped. “Welcoming Pose, now!”
I scrambled to obey, practically levitating off the table, and rushed to the place he indicated.
Josh approached Zane Carson and extended a hand. “Did you come alone?”
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I was going to kill him for barging in on us.
That’s all I could think of while I smiled and shook Carson’s hand. He intruded on something precious. Something which never should have been shared with anyone. Clara deserved better than that.
It was my fault. I fucked up, unable to keep my dick in my pants until I could fuck the love of my life someplace private. It had been a risk, but I thought we had time before our visitors arrived.
Now I paid for my impulsiveness and Clara suffered for it. She did not deserve to be put on display. Not like that.
If Carson didn’t stop leering at her, it was going to cost the fucker.
First things first, we had a show to put on. A monster to entertain and innocents to save.
I hated this fucking job.
We shook and measured each other’s worth in the strength of our grip.
In that exchange, I came out on top, but I did so with a healthy respect for Carson. More than two decades my senior, the
man was fit and strong. I stepped between him, blocking Clara as best I could, while she took her place on the floor.
There would be no way to shield her from his depraved gaze. My attempt was laughable because she would be the centerpiece of our evening’s events. At least until Kate was brought out.
“I’m looking forward to your demonstration tonight.” Carson craned his neck, looking around me as Clara knelt on the floor.
“Of course, make yourself comfortable. Xavier has arranged entertainment, and I have a slave to tie up.”
“More?” Carson rubbed his hands together. “You’re an animal.”
If he only knew. The beast within me prowled with frustration, but now wasn’t the time to let it loose.
“I practice the art form of Shibari. Are you familiar with it?”
“Oh…” His disappointment twisted my guts.
Did he think I would take Clara in front of him? One look into his depraved face and my question was answered.
“It seems a lot of effort, to be honest, when you can just chain them down.”
“You’re obviously not a connoisseur.”
We were measuring each other out, trading veiled insults; polite conversation which was anything but.
“Anyone can fuck an unwilling slave,” I said. “True control is taking one who’s unwilling and bending them to your will.” I gestured to the couches. “Here, take a seat and see what I mean.”
“You mentioned entertainment.” He coughed into his fist. “Is that the extent of the evening’s entertainment? Watching you tie granny knots?”
Bastard.
I smiled. “Shibari requires intense focus. Not everyone is able to appreciate the artistry behind it. This is something I enjoy. While we wait for the others, and for our main event to begin, Xavier will have other entertainment brought in. You can enjoy that while I tie my granny knots, but I think it’s a useful demonstration for what a true Master can achieve. Brute force has its place, but true mastery requires finesse. Go ahead and have a seat. Xavier’s slaves will be here shortly.”
Carson’s face twisted in a grimace, but he didn’t volley back with a reply to my bald-faced insult. He smoothed his features and glanced at the couches.
“Xavier always has the best slaves, a bit rough and untrained, but that’s what makes it fun.”
“An untrained slave is wasted potential.”
“Perhaps. Your slave is impressive.” He spoke as if he were judging a show horse. “No hesitation. Quite willing. I’d even say eager? And no restraints.” His admiration seemed honest, despite the veiled sneer in his tone. “I’d say she had no idea about your proclivities but then I recognize her from before. She’s either a horny cunt or doing her best to make sure she’s not next.”
“There is something tantalizing about forcing a woman against her will, but my tastes have matured over the years. It’s easy to force a slave, but far from challenging. Much more satisfying when they come to you willingly.”
“And how do you do that? Use fear as a weapon? Tell her she’s next on the chopping block if not perfectly well-behaved?”
“Fear is a powerful motivator, but not sufficient to instill loyalty. Not to mention it’s a blunt instrument.”
“Then how do you do it?”
“I make them fall in love with me.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.” His eyes about bugged out of his head. “I expected some kind of exaggeration, but not that.”
“It’s no lie.” I snapped my fingers. “Slave, do you love me?”
Clara’s head snapped up. Her eyes rounded with fear, but her voice rang steady, true, and without hesitation.
“Yes, Sir.”
It almost sounded real. God, I loved everything about Clara; her strength being but one of many things.
I made an exaggerated gesture, waving in her general direction. It was both dismissive and encompassing, as if I really did own her every thought and undying loyalty.
“Perfect obedience and absolute devotion. That is what I prefer. What about you? Have you ever had a slave who loved you?”
I knew the answer to that by the scowl on his face.
“We’re not here to discuss my history with slaves. I use them and discard them when they no longer amuse me. That’s all the cunts are worth.”
“You’re correct. We’re not here to discuss how we keep our slaves. Our business is of a more…disposable nature.”
“Exactly, and I have to say I’m not convinced you have something worth selling.”
“Have a seat. I’m not ready to discuss business. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.” I turned back to Clara. “I have a slave to tie up.”
“Shibari,” he said with a sneer. “I don’t get the fascination.”
“Perhaps you’ve never seen it performed by a Master.”
“And you are?”
“I’ve studied it for years.”
“And where did you do that? In prison?”
“As a matter of fact…” I wasn’t going to share the details of my life with this waste of a human, but he needed to understand the kind of man I was. “I learned from a Thai Master. It was the only thing which kept me sane.”
“Ah, your incarceration overseas.”
“Yes, that was the first time I killed for pleasure.” Let that juicy morsel sink in, you bastard. The comment held more truth than I would like.
“Ah, now that’s interesting, I’d love to hear more.”
“There’s not much more to tell. I was young and careless. I’ve learned a thing or two since then; things which create opportunities we can both benefit from.”
Carson took a seat in one of the plush couches. “Color me intrigued. I’d love to hear more.”
The heavy wooden doors swung open. Xavier entered with Chambers, Abrams, and two men I didn’t know.
“Good evening gentlemen, apologies for keeping you waiting.” Xavier gave a half bow as he swept into the room. “Josh, you know Ben Chambers, but let me introduce you to his business partner, Mel Abrams. They run their resort together. Mel is in charge of security and tech.”
I reached out to shake with Abrams. Our little show had officially begun.
“Nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy this evening’s presentation.”
Abrams shared a look with Chambers. “I am told it’s unique.”
“Definitely unique.” I turned to the other two men who had to be Carson’s associates.
Xavier introduced them. “This is Peter Stolm and Chris Standis. Good evening, Zane, nice to see you again.”
The tightening of Carson’s jaw didn’t escape me with Xavier’s use of his first name. Tension swirled between these men, not that it came as a surprise. Xavier owned Carson’s only daughter.
I didn’t fully understand everything behind that exchange, but something told me Raven’s mother had likely been one of the slaves Carson had discarded once she served her purpose.
Xavier took over as host, relieving me from that burden. This freed me to turn my attention to Clara who had been ignored during the entire meet and greet.
I stepped to her as one of the small side doors opened behind me. A bevy of slaves, dressed in harem outfits, entered and approached the men. Sultry music began to play. Two of the women began gyrating in front of the men, while the others approached them.
Carson took no time in unbuckling his pants and unzipping his fly. He had his flaccid cock in his hand before the woman playing the part of slave knelt before him. Peter Stolm and Chris Standis followed Carson’s lead, while Chambers and Abrams waved off the two women sent to them.
Xavier took a seat in one of the chairs.
“Where’s your slave?” Carson guided the slave onto his cock then sat back with an exaggerated sigh.
“Your daughter is sick. Puking her guts out. I’m afraid she won’t be joining us.”
Carson gestured to one of the dancing slaves. “Good thing there’s plenty to go around.”
“I’m goo
d, but thank you. I’ve heard about Josh’s skill with the rope. I’m interested in a demonstration. It might be something fun to learn.”
“I don’t have the patience for shit like that,” Carson said. “We should skip ahead to the main event.”
“And miss the talents of this latest batch of slaves?” Xavier looked insulted. “I’ve been working with Chambers to train them. If they pass this test tonight, they’ll be moving on.”
“Moving on?” Carson arched a brow.
“To our resort.” Abrams, a man of few words, answered. “Business has been better than ever imagined. With Xavier’s training techniques, our customers are insanely happy. Word is getting around.”
“I’m sure it has.” Carson grabbed a fistful of the woman’s hair and slammed her up and down his cock. Her slurping sounds filled the room and Carson continued talking as if he were in the middle of a business meeting rather than getting his dick sucked. “Xavier’s techniques are impressive, although it seems he may have some competition.”
“No competition.” I held a length of rope in my hands, measuring out the sections I would use. “I’m not interested in training any slave but mine.”
“I have a question about tonight’s entertainment,” Carson asked. “Does she know?”
“Kate Summers?”
“Of course.” Carson was a pig. It disgusted me that he talked to me while getting his dick sucked off.
“Does she know what?”
“That you killed her office assistant?”
I gave a low laugh. “Kate watched the live video feed. She knows exactly what happened and what I have planned. I’ve been letting her stew, waiting for tonight. I told you I wanted her to suffer. Every day, I leave that video looping in her cell.”
Carson chuckled. “Now that is sadism at its finest. I can’t wait for the main event.” Moving seamlessly from discussing Kate’s impending death to letting his orgasm roll through him, Carson leaned his head back and came with a groan.
The pig disgusted me, and if it were up to me, he’d leave this event with a knife buried in his chest. Unfortunately, he remained useful to us for now. That meant I couldn’t kill him.
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