by Esme Devlin
“Put your head up. Arch your back.” He forced my body into an unnatural position as he said it. “There you go... I wish you could see how fucking perfect you look.”
No more speck. I stared at the headboard instead, trying to find something out of the ordinary to look at.
His hands rubbed the globes of my ass and I couldn’t stop myself from squirming. Then in an instant, his hand came down on my ass-cheek like a fucking storm and I cried out from the shock of it. I had barely recovered by the time he did it again, and this time the force of it sent my body reeling forward on to the bed.
He gave me a minute while I got myself back into position, and then he slapped me a third time, hard. I gasped as the shock waves tore through my body and spread my legs wider for him like an open invitation. It hurt like hell, but in a twisted way I wanted to see how much more I could take. His hand came down violently on my pussy, frantically searching after the impact and my knees grew weak at his touch.
“You need more?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
He repeated his movements, slapping my ass and then rubbing me until I was a trembling mess begging for him to fuck me. He didn’t allow me a second of recovery before the next strike, each one hurting more than the last. His fingers pulsed inside me, and all I could think was that I had to come. It was as if my body was no longer my own. My knees climbed on the bed and I stuck my ass in the air higher for him.
When I finally heard the zip on his jeans, I was a fucking desperate soaking wet mess. He slapped his cock across my ass cheeks and I buried my face in the bedsheets, twisting them in my fingers. When he pushed it all the way inside me relief washed over my entire body and I just lay there, taking every inch of him and feeling like a wanton little slut. His hands gripped around my waist and he fucked me like he owned me, like every ounce of him needed to break me. I had never in my life been taken by a man like that. It sent me all sorts of crazy.
I had the urge to look at him; I wanted to see his face while he did it. I tried to turn myself over, but his hands clamped down on my hips with a steel grip that almost sent me over the edge.
“Where. The fuck. D’you think. You’re going.”
I moaned as each thrust went deeper than the last one, until I was sure he was going to split me in two.
“I want you to hurt me.” I begged. “Please.”
He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over on the bed. My legs parted for him instantly while he stood up tall before me, holding his cock in his hand like a fucking weapon.
“I want you to cry for me.” He stood back to watch as I squirmed on the bed, my eyes desperately telling him what I needed. He was like a god standing there, tall, broad, powerful. Not a god, that wasn’t right. More like a fucking demon. He leaned over and pushed himself inside me again, our eyes locking as he did it, and started a steady rhythm that had me so fucking close to the edge. My breath caught in my throat as his hand reared back and struck me across the cheek. He rubbed his hand over my face, pushing me down further on to the bed and forcing my hips up to meet his strokes.
His mouth roamed my body, biting and nipping and swirling his tongue over my neck. His grip on my face tightened, and my heart started to race. I cried out from the pain.. the ecstasy.. the overwhelming force of him brutally fucking me.
“There’s my perfect girl.” My muscles clenched around him and I lost it, completely fucking lost it as I came, filled with his cock and sucking on his fingers. I couldn’t even breathe.
“Good girl. Come for me, baby.”
Two more hard thrusts and he was straddling me on the bed; his cock gripped in his hand and inches from my face. His other hand locked around my jaw, and he held my head there and made me watch while he came in hot spurts all over me. He fucking roared as he did it, his whole body shaking as he crushed me.
As soon as he’d finished, he jumped off the bed and without a second glance, walked straight out the door. The daze I’d been in lifted instantly and I was crashing back down to earth. Was he leaving me?
I suddenly felt acutely aware and self-conscious of what had just happened. I sat up on the bed and wanted to get under the covers. I wanted to hide away from the shame of what I’d just done. The way I had just acted. For him to do that and then walk away so casually. My thoughts were reeling and tears pricked at my eyes.
A few moments later, I heard the door click open and my heart jumped when his handsome face appeared as he flicked the light switch on. He had a towel in his hand and walked over to the bed with it outstretched. I sniffed and swallowed in relief, feeling stupid. I took the towel from him and cleaned off the sticky mess that was all over me.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?”
“Nothing.”
“Megan?”
He sat on the bed beside me, his face growing concerned.
“I mean it, nothing. I’m just being silly.”
He watched me for a moment before shaking his head and pulling me over to him.
“Come here, stupid woman.” His voice was stern but his eyes were kind, and I curled myself up on his lap while he leaned against the headboard. “Did you like that?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.” I laughed.
“And you won’t be again if you ever leave me.” He chuckled.
A thousand questions were running through my mind. What did he mean? Could I leave him? Did I want to?
“What are you going to do with me?”
He didn’t answer straight away.
“I intend to fuck you like I just did, every single day.”
“So I just sit here by myself waiting for you?”
“Until I can trust you, yes.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“What would you have me do? The second I leave that door unlocked; you would bolt.”
“How do you know that?”
“You’re a brilliant actress Megan, honestly. But I’m smarter than I look.”
It would take more than a few fucks for this man to even think about trusting me, that much was obvious. I would wait. I would be good, and I would be patient. I had forever, apparently.
I shifted off him and he tucked his arm around my head, stroking my back gently while I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 10
JAMES
I slipped out of bed in the early hours of the next morning. As much as I would have loved to stay buried inside Megan’s gorgeous little cunt for the rest of my life, I had work to do.
I shoved my clothes back on and locked the door behind me. I checked in on Sarah; still sound asleep. A doctor on Davies payroll had patched her up and given medicine and fluids. She’d be out of it for the foreseeable. Giving Jenny’s door a thud on the way, I went to the kitchen and stuck the kettle on to boil. She emerged a few moments later with a face like she’d been chewing on a fucking wasp.
“What’s your problem?”
“I need to go out, and I need you to look after Megan.” I stuck a heaped spoon of coffee into the cup. “Give her breakfast, make sure she gets a shower and to the toilet. That sort of thing. Oh, and get some fucking fresh milk in too.”
Jenny snorted in reply. “What do you think this is, a daycare service?”
I turned around to look at her, my thoughts written across my face but luckily for her, the kettle clicked, and I needed a coffee.
“I’m going to let that one slide since it’s early, and you’re clearly still tired and a bit confused.”
“Does Davie know she’s not working?” She cut me off. “Why wouldn’t she be working, James? Could it be that you want her all for yourself? What would Davie say about that, I wonder?” The threat in her voice was obvious. Little bitch thought she could get the upper hand.
“Move.” I put the kettle down and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her through the living room and into the sorry little hole she called her bedroom. Her hands flew to her head
when I pushed her down onto the floor. “Get your shit together and get the fuck out of this house.”
“What?! James, no. I’m sorry.”
She was trembling, her breath coming in quick heavy gasps.
“Too late. Pack a bag.”
“I’m sorry! You’re right. I’m tired.. confused. I’m just stressing. I have two empty rooms, and Davie will still expect his money at the end of the month. Please.”
“What part of that is my problem?”
She looked down at her hands, defeated. “None of it. I’m sorry.”
Jenny would do what I told her to do. She might think because I used her services once — years ago when I was too drunk to know better — that she had something over me, but she would quickly learn she didn’t. Jenny had been a mistake, one I had never repeated since. She would do as I said or she would face the consequences. I’d decide later, depending on what mood I was in, if packing a bag or looking after Megan was what I had wanted her to do.
I left her there on the floor of her bedroom and went back to the kitchen to finish making my coffee.
No quicker had I entered the room, and I was turning around, car keys in hand. Fuck the coffee. I needed to get out of this house.
My car lit up the dark street, and I shivered as I got in, the leather steering wheel ice fucking cold. It was a good thing though; maybe it would allow me to think straight for a half minute.
I couldn’t get Megan out of my head. I knew it wasn’t real. I was a convenient way of survival for her. I couldn’t help wishing that there was actually something between us, though. The way she looked at me, with those eyes I could get lost in. The way she took my hand across her red hot arse, spreading her legs wider and begging for more. But it wasn’t just the sex. She was clever, quick-witted, and she had this drive in her to survive that made me want to protect her.
This was a fucking mess though. We had both of the girls, just like we had intended from the second Megan let it slip that Jed and Sarah were together. What hadn’t been part of the original plan was for Sarah to get shot in the process. Davie had stuck a bullet in Jed too, for good measure, so at least the heat would be off us for the next couple of days.
Now Davie’s plan was to turn the pair into prostitutes, and I didn’t fucking like it. Not because I had feelings for Megan, or because I pitied Sarah. It was messy, and it went against everything we had ever stood for. We’ve never kept people alive until now. This was a whole new level of headache.
Where would it end? I couldn’t help but think Davie hadn’t planned for that. There would be an ending; we couldn’t keep the girls locked in Jenny’s brothel forever. Jed and his brothers would rip the country to pieces trying to find them, and they would come for Davie too. He was either getting old and senile — in which case Jed taking over wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen — or he had something else up his sleeve.
I entered the road bridge that separated Fife from Edinburgh and drove to my house. I needed a cold shower and a change of clothes. There was a shipment of cocaine due in today and after the events at the dock yesterday, I’d had to make a last-minute change of plans.
I arrived home to find the house stifling hot and the lamp in the hall on. The wooden floors reflected in the warm light and the smell of the sweet almond polish used to clean them filled my nostrils. Eva, I chuckled. She was always bloody cold, and she always left the light on for me getting home. Locating the thermostat on the wall, I turned it down to 20’C. She’d bitch in the morning no doubt, swear at me in Polish words I didn’t understand, but I was hardly home, and when I was, I didn’t enjoy being baked alive.
Eva had been with me since my early twenties. She was a small woman, who’s habit for chugging cigarettes had aged her well beyond her fifty-odd years. She was stern and straight talking which I had always admired about her. Someone who didn’t give a fuck about who I was or the things I had done and truly cared about me regardless of it all. I cared for her too. She asked questions, but she never pried too much, and she kept the house for me while I ran around all over the country doing Davie’s bidding.
Trying my best not to wake her, I crept up the stairs and stripped off for a shower, while wondering what Eva would make of Megan. She would approve, I was sure.
When I finished, I grabbed something to eat in the kitchen and scribbled a note to Eva telling her I’d be back in a few days. Then I got back in the car and went about Davie’s business, just as I always did... not knowing then it would probably be for the last time.
Chapter 11
MEGAN
I woke up naked, alone, and bursting for the toilet. Wrapping myself in the bedsheet, I started to bang on the door hoping James would hear me, wherever he was.
When the door finally unlocked, it wasn’t James who opened it. Jenny stood in the hall, her eyes red and puffy as if she had been crying. She looked me up and down as if I was a bug that she wanted to squish.
“Fuck do you want?” She spat the words at me with venom, and I was instantly taken aback.
“The toilet.”
She nodded across the landing to the bathroom and I walked by her, the duvet cover trailing along behind me.
“Wash yourself while you’re in there too. I can smell the spunk off you from here, and it’s making me VOM.”
Fucking bitch. Rage boiled inside me, but I kept my calm. The only reply I gave her was a snort as I closed the bathroom door. She was nothing to me, a grotty shriveled up hooker who was well past her sell-by date. The tables would turn for me, eventually, but Jenny would always be that.
I tended to my needs and turned the shower on, feeling revolted at the pink mold that was flourishing where white grout should have been. The bruises were worse today than they had ever been, huge unsightly things that ranged from deep purple to a dirty shade of green. The hot water helped soothe them as it rushed over my skin. The shower was barely powerful enough to fill a bloody teacup, but I was in no position to complain.
I got out and smudged the mirror with a towel to take the steam away. My hair, now wet, looked even worse than it did when I came in. I wrapped it in a towel and dried the rest of my body with a fresh one, before stashing it under the duvet cover. It would make a reasonable enough dress, and I imagined James wouldn’t care since it wasn’t technically clothing.
Even if he cared, I wasn’t scared of him. What could he do that he hadn’t already done to me? I was alone, in a strange place, and with a man who hurt me for his own sexual gratification. Anyone else would have been a wreck. Anyone else would have crumbled and lived inside the ruins of themselves. I wasn’t anyone else though. I had lived with the threat of violence and death hanging over me since I was old enough to realize that we weren’t a normal family. I had seen Jed plot and scheme my whole life. I had seen Mark smash skulls. I had heard the screams of women Mark brought home before I was even old enough to truly understand what it meant. When I heard those same screams coming from Jed’s room, when he was beating Sarah to a pulp, I understood then that every one of these men was capable of it. The drugs, the violence, the crime, the sex. They were all interlinked, and it took a specific type of man to succeed at it. They would never be normal men, which meant I could never afford the luxury of being a normal woman.
I opened the door, and the cold air on the landing hit me. The front door had been open; I was sure of it. The air was too fresh.
I glanced around.
Something wasn’t right.
Jenny stood on the landing, eyeing me cautiously. I went to the bedroom, and just as I walked through the door, it slammed shut behind me, and I heard the click of the lock. I was face to face with the man behind all of this.
“Hello, Megan.”
“Where’s James?”
“Working. Are you not pleased to see me?”
I turned around to put some distance between us, my mind desperately trying to think of something to do.
“It’s always eventful.”
Davie chuckled. “Jenny tells me you’ve been causing her some trouble, and that your attitude could do with an adjustment.”
“Jenny talks shite.”
“Well, one of you is lying.”
He turned around and thumped on the door twice. A second later, the door opened, and Jenny stood there glaring at me.
“Jenny, Megan here tells me she’s been nothing short of an angel for you. Do you dispute that?”
“Yes, I fucking dispute that. She needs to be brought down a peg.”
Davie turned to me to see what I’d say to it. There was no arguing with them. They’d do what they wanted no matter what I said.
“Fuck you,” I shrugged.
“See what I mean, Davie? The slut needs a fucking kick-in.”
Davie laughed as he looked between the both of us. “Then do it.”
Jenny looked to him as if she hadn’t been expecting to be the one who would have to do it. Then her eyes focused on me, and she charged towards me with her hands outstretched and venom in her eyes.
It wasn’t long before the duvet that covered me dropped to the floor as I tackled her. She wasn’t a fighter. She was careless, but vicious and hungry. I knew how to fight; you didn’t grow up with three brothers and sleep through that lesson. But quickly Davie moved behind me and caught my arms as I thudded her across the head.
She steadied herself, and I was caught entirely in Davies’s grip. There was nothing I could do except close my eyes and wait for the pain as her hand reared back and came crashing down on the side of my face. I could hear Davie chuckling behind me, and I could hear Jenny’s heavy breath as she did it again. The thuds exploded on my face, my stomach, my neck. I almost doubled over when she caught me on my rib, already sore from the crash. Why was I fighting this? Why was I trying to keep my head? I didn’t need to. Those were my last thoughts before I gave in to the darkness that was surrounding me and passed out of consciousness.
