"Maya, lovey, let's get out of here," I whisper, hoping not to draw attention to us. She doesn't move or acknowledge me in any way. With how out of it she is, I might just be able to pull her up to her feet and drag her out of the room. Hopefully, I can do that without someone noticing us. That bastard Sebastian is chatting up some of the girls and thankfully hasn't noticed us. I notice him force-feed some combination of pills to one scarily thin girl, and my rage intensifies, knowing he got my poor baby sister addicted to god knows what.
I pull Maya to her feet, holding her up tightly by the arm. She tries to push me away, making vague sounds of protest.
"Shh shh, Mayabear, please. We gotta get out of here. I'll take you home and we'll get you all better. You just gotta walk with me, just a few steps," I plead.
"No!" she says with more energy than I expected. I'm glad she's still got some fight in her, but unfortunately, it's directed at the wrong person.
"Ladies, what is going on here?" Sebastian’s low voice sends a shiver through me, and not in a good way. I feel a cold hand clamp down on the back of my neck, as he whirls me around to face him. He rakes his gaze up and down my body, and I briefly contemplate kicking him in the balls.
"And who are you, gorgeous? You're not one of mine, I know that much," he says with a lecherous grin, continuing his perusal of my body. "No, definitely not one of mine. Looks like you already know a thing or two about getting fucked. Might have to test you out myself."
I struggle not to vomit on him and force a casual tone. "Do you mind letting me go? You're kind of hurting me," I say, gesturing to his hand on my neck. Instead of releasing me, his grip tightens and he pulls me closer so that I'm pressed up against his body. He leans down to whisper in my ear. "Are you sure you don't like the pain, beautiful? I could make it very good for you."
I feel Maya slipping away from me, herded out with another group of girls. I whimper, reaching out to grasp her hand but it's too late. She's gone and I'm still being held hostage by a maniac. I think about Maxim and what he would do in this situation, but my brain has gone completely blank as I feel Bash's cold fingers trailing down the column of my neck, reaching the top swell of my cleavage.
I might be crazy, but I swear I feel Maxim's presence before I see or hear him. The air around me changes and I know he's near. I want to telepathically communicate with him that he should go to Maya first, to go save her.
Just as Sebastian reaches my cleavage, I hear the safety being released on a gun as the barrel presses against his temple.
"I will blow your brains out, right here right now, if you don't fucking let her go," Maxim says.
The arrogant prick actually dips his fingers further into my cleavage instead of heeding Maxim's warning. I look to Maxim and his face is a mask of pure rage and fury.
"Maxim," I whisper, drawing his attention to me even as Sebastian continues his exploration of my chest, "they already took her, we have to go get her. Please go get her," I say.
"It is being handled," he says, a bit too cryptic for my liking.
"Sebastian, I swear to god, if you like your life, you better let go of my fucking woman right now," he warns.
"Your woman, huh? Now, why would you let your woman come here to be sold? Are you that hard up for cash? Luka not paying you enough?" He laughs coldly as he pulls his fingers out of my cleavage and runs them along my cheek. "Beautiful creature, I would never allow you to sell yourself to another man. I could take care of you, you know," he offers, like he's some fucking knight in shining armor.
"Fuck you, you sick fuck. Is this the only way you can get it up? Forcing women? Selling them? That's how you make your money, huh?" I spit, beyond angry.
His once smiling face transforms into rage as his hands tighten around my throat. "Listen here you little bitch," he starts, but he doesn't get to finish that statement as the gunshot rings out. He falls away, clutching his side. "Motherfucker, I'll kill you," he yells, as Maxim scoops me up into his arms.
Maxim ignores him and hurries out of the room with me in his arms. I somehow feel safe and terrified at the same time.
Chapter 28 - Maxim
I haul Ava away as quickly as possible, keeping my gun cocked and ready to shoot anyone in order to protect her.
I lower my gun once we exit the backstage area, assuming it will draw more attention if I keep it out. Besides, the crowd seems to be mostly focused on the stage, where I can hear several girls being introduced as 'untouched beauties.' I hope Luka doesn't hesitate to execute plan B, but I can't worry about that right now. I have to get Ava out of this place. I have to protect her.
Once we're out of the auction room, I set Ava down on her feet, and she looks up at me, more than a little dazed. I try to tug her away but she seems determined to head back into the room we just escaped from. I try to keep my voice down but I know I'm failing at it. I just can't let her do that. I tell her as much, and the look of fury in her eyes would make me laugh if I weren't so fucking nervous.
"Listen, my love," I tell her, but she cuts me off—
"Don't you 'my love' me. We have to go back and get her. We have to go in there and stop the whole thing!" She makes a beeline for the door and I thankfully stop her before she's able to barge in there.
"Shh, Luka has it taken care of. Okay?" And I pray for this to be true.
"But—"
"Sweetheart, we have to go. We have to get out of here before Sebastian alerts his men to stop us. Do you understand? I shot him and stole you away. He's going to want to murder me and do god knows what to you. Do you hear me?"
When she looks into my eyes, I see that my words have finally gotten through to her, and I'm so thankful. We make our way quickly toward the exit, trying not to seem suspicious by pretending to be tipsy partygoers ready to head home. I've already called for a car, and I usher Ava into the waiting SUV with no further delay.
Ava stares back at the castle as we drive away. She's sobbing quietly and it breaks my heart. I text Luka, asking him if he's been successful.
Luka: A bit trickier than expected. Still working on it.
Christ, that doesn't make me feel great. I pull Ava toward me and let her cry into my chest. I savor the familiar scent of her hair—her shea butter and coconut and fruity whatever. I love it all. I try comforting her but I know she won't be calm until she sees Maya again.
I get another text from Luka.
Luka: The plane will be waiting for us at the airport. Go directly there. I will follow hopefully soon.
I tell the driver our updated destination and look for clues in Luka's message. Surely he means he and Maya will be on their way, right? Otherwise, he would have told me the plan didn't work out. At least, that's what I try to convince myself of.
What feels like hours after we left the party, Ava and I are seated on the quiet plane on the tarmac, just waiting. We've been waiting for fucking ever.
Finally, the doors open. I hold my breath until I see Luka's massive frame in the doorway, carrying someone in his arms. Someone who can only be Maya. Thank Christ.
Chapter 29 - Ava
Once I realize it is actually Maya on the plane, I burst into tears of relief. She's too-thin, strung-out, and practically a shell of who she once was, but she's here in front of me and that's all that matters.
Thankfully, Luka keeps his plane fully stocked for all sorts of situations, so as we fly towards home, I'm able to help Maya shower and wash and detangle her hair and get her all snuggled into some comfy clothes. She looks very much like my baby sister once again, though it breaks my heart to see her so frail.
I leave her in the bathroom to do her business, and when I come out, Luka pulls me aside.
"I have booked a stay for her at a rehab facility in Manhattan. We will drop you at home and take her straight there," he says, in a tone that brooks no argument.
Before I can respond, Maxim steps in. "My love, Luka has offered to pay for her whole recovery, and he got her into a very exclusive and top-tier f
acility."
I'm stunned into silence by this generosity, and I can only nod and whisper a thank you through my tears. Luka waves away my gratitude, looking toward the bathroom door with a worried look. "Should you check on her?" he asks, and again, it doesn't actually seem like a question. I smile, because he's just as bossy as Maxim, apparently.
"She's okay. She's just using the restroom and then I'll get her somewhere comfortable so she can sleep."
"You will put her in my suite, yes?" he says, and if I'm not mistaken, I see two spots of color rise to his cheeks. I look to Maxim who just shrugs.
"Okay, sure then. I'll just... do that," I say, just as Maya exits the bathroom. We all turn to stare at her. Luka clears his throat, tips his head to us, and heads to the front of the plane, as far away from us as possible. He's acting weird but I don't have time to even get into that right now. My sister is back. She's safe. She'll get the best rehab specialists in the country. She's with me again.
She glances from me to Maxim and then to Luka before gesturing to the ridiculous plane.
"So sis," she says, her voice hoarse but full of humor, "seems like I'm not the only one getting into some trouble lately, hmm?"
Chapter 30 - Maxim
"I think that's all of it," Ava says as she surveys the work in my pool house. She's transformed it into a sanctuary for Maya, who gets out of rehab today.
About a week after we brought her back to the states, Ava and I proposed the idea to her of having her move into the pool house at my place. It's essentially its own little bungalow, with a kitchen and bathroom and everything else she might need, but this way she'll at least be closer to Ava. She initially tried to fight us on this, claiming that she didn't need us to help her more than we already did. And that's when I let Ava and her have their private talk. I don't know what was said, but all I know is that Maya agreed she would come stay in our pool house as long as she needed to.
My Ava is so happy I think she might burst. We moved all of her and Maya's stuff out of their tiny apartment and used it to mostly furnish the pool house, though I insisted we get a brand new bed for her. Poor girl has been through enough. Ava is still reluctant to let me buy her whatever she wants, but that reluctance goes away when it comes to buying things for Maya and making her comfortable. It's adorable how sweet my girl is, only caring about making other people happy.
As we make our way back into the main house, I check the time and see that we have just under an hour before Luka is expected here. He offered to go pick Maya up from the rehab, using some excuse about needing to settle the payment for her stay, but I know that's just a ruse. He's obsessed with the girl. I haven't brought it up to him, because I don't even know if he knows it yet, but I've seen the way he looks when he sees her or when we even talk about her.
Absolutely enraptured. I know because it's the same look I get when I look at Ava.
I spin her around to face me once we make our way to the kitchen. She squeals and tries to free herself from my grasp.
"Maxim," she says breathily, and it makes me fucking moan just hearing her say my name like that. "They'll be here soon, we can't—"
"Shh, why don't you let me worry about the time, sweet girl. Daddy will take care of you," I promise.
She answers me with a moan of her own and I relish every second of her pleasure. I hook her legs around my waist and walk her upstairs to my bedroom. After depositing her on our bed, I take a minute to stare down at her. She's too beautiful, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes that captivated me from day one. Goddamn, sometimes I can't even make sense of how lucky I am. All I know is I'll never take her for granted.
Ava squirms under my heated gaze and her little sundress rides up her thick, perfect thighs. I just stand there looking at her for a little longer, though I know we don’t have much time before Luka and Maya arrive.
“Lift your dress up for me, sweet girl. Show Daddy that little kitty. Show me you’ve been a good girl,” I growl.
She whimpers in response and I see a flash of panic in her eyes—not real panic, but rather the kind that lets me know she wants to play.
“Daddy,” she says with a whine.
I shake my head.
“What’s wrong my love? You don’t want Daddy to see your perfect little pussy, all covered up with your pretty panties? Are you scared I’ll see how wet you are?”
She hesitates for a moment as if wanting to lie, but I see the moment when this version of her settles into the truth and prepares for whatever punishment I want to dole out. In a quick movement, she covers her face while I drop onto the bed and flip up her skirt myself.
“Oh, Ava, what are we going to do with you,” I say, nearly losing all my cool at the sight of her naked cunt so close to my face. “You’ve been walking around with no panties all day? What if someone saw you—one of the workers on the pool house—what if one of them saw you bending over and caught a glimpse of that little heaven between your legs?”
She shakes her head adamantly, and I watch closely as her pussy quivers, releasing more and more of her juice until she’s practically dripping with it.
“Maxim, please, please,” she whines, writhing on the bed.
“Shh, I’ll give you what you need, my love. Just let me play first.”
I trail one of my fingers through the closely cropped curls just above her pussy, so close to my favorite place in the world. I love everything about her, from the way she smells to the way she tastes in my mouth. I use my thumbs to pull her pussy lips wide and I blow on her clit, making her almost come from just that air alone.
Then, I get to work eating her the way I’ve been dying to, letting her juices run all over me, coating me in a way only she can. I pull back just a little and look up at her. Her eyes are squeezed tight and she’s lightly teasing her nipples through her dress.
“Baby girl, how should I discipline you, hmm? Should I spank that fat ass of yours?” I turn her slightly and give the ass in question a bite. It’s fucking perfect. “Should I not let you come?”
“No!” she yells, and I chuckle. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not bastard enough to deny her orgasms. Her coming is always my top priority no matter what.
“Oh I know,” I say with a wicked gleam in my eyes, as I use one of my hands to keep her spread open. Without warning, I give her cunt a light little slap. Just as I suspected, she nearly comes off the bed completely, her back arching up in shock and arousal. She fucking loves this and I love doing it for her.
“More, more, Daddy, please,” she begs, and who am I but the man willing to do anything for her. I could never deny her anything, so I alternate spanking her little clit and pinching it between my fingers, between sucking it into my mouth and worshipping it with my tongue, and more spanking.
Her squeals and moans warn me that she’s close, so gloriously close, and I slip two fingers inside her tight little hole and hook them til I find that textured patch against her front wall. Her eyes flash open as I attack her g-spot and bite her clit. The words coming out of her mouth are barely that, but I know what she means, I know she’s about to come hard. I know it and I love it and I can’t wait to go for round 2.
I keep pumping my fingers in her until she seizes up and tenses around them, her satisfied exhalation going straight to my dick. I keep going, shaking my head when she tries to push me away. She knows I need one more. I always need one more. Fuck me.
“Maxim, oh god, Maxim, Daddy, I’m—please, you’re going to make me squirt—”
Just hearing that makes me leak cum into my boxers. There’s nothing I love more than watching her like this. My sweet filthy girl. Still, we’re playing and I know I have to keep it going. “You better not squirt, little girl, don’t you dare make that pussy squirt all over me,” I warn, not meaning a single word of what I’m saying. The look of mischief mixed with pleasure in her eyes telegraphs the fact that she is fully in on our little game.
“Daddy,” she moans, “I’m sorry I’m such a bad girl.
I can’t help it, I’m—”
She trails off and goes off like a rocket again, this time the stream of clear fluid trickling out of her at an even pace, making a mess of me and her and our bed. I fucking live for this. I’ll never get enough.
Epilogue One - Ava
I check the clock as I scramble around the house trying to finish up last-minute prep before Maxim gets home. I want everything to be perfect. The last year of my life has been more wonderful than I could have ever imagined, and I want to celebrate that with a nice dinner with maybe some dessert first.
Maxim’s been traveling for a week on business and I hate every day we are apart, and I know he does too. He FaceTimes me every night before bed, giving me a sweet goodnight to last til the morning, but I am ready for him now. I need to see him in the flesh.
As if conjured from my thoughts, he arrives home. I hear the garage door open, knowing the sound of his footfalls from memory. My pulse quickens a bit as he enters the kitchen through the door that leads to the garage.
We lock eyes for a beat and suddenly it’s like we’ve just met for the first time but also have known each other forever. I throw myself into his arms, and he scoops me up so that my legs come up around his waist. I pepper his whole face with kisses.
“I missed you, my love,” he says, between kisses, and I rock down on his already-hard dick shamelessly and desperately as he cuts me off with a moan.
“Mmm, I missed you too,” I tell him, “please, I need you.”
His eyes flare with awareness as he runs his hands up and down my scantily clad body. I’m in just a t-shirt dress, which I know he loves thanks to the thin material and the way it clings to all of the parts of my body he loves.
Without a word, he sets me down and leads me over to our kitchen table. At first, I think that he has changed his mind and wants to chat. Which I try not to pout about but seriously, I need him. Thankfully, I am mistaken because he whirls me around to face the table, gently pushing my back down until I’m bent over, my palms flat against the cool wood. I look back at him and he’s watching my ass with such fascination and reverence that I almost laugh. I stretch a bit more on my tip-toes so that my short dress rides up almost obscenely up my thighs. I can identify the exact moment he sees me bare with nothing between us. The air feels cool on my exposed ass and pussy, and I’m desperate to have something warm between my legs.
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