24690 (24690 #1)

by A.A. Dark

Only in the darkest recesses of one’s mind would they ever find true freedom. To push the limits of what they were capable of, to have their character revealed when there were no restraints to restrict the desires within—that was what defined who they were. But where there was a perpetrator, there was a victim. The actions and trials of both were not without consequence. To know fear in its purest form was to live, and life was the greatest gift we were bestowed.

He raped you for years before he broke you. And that’s what you are—a broken toy for sick, twisted fucks who have a lot of money.

He shook his head as he let out a loud exhale. “I never thought I’d see the fucking day. You know what’s here. This isn’t you, West. You don’t belong in this world.” “You know what I’ve done over the years. Same as you. Are you so sure about that? I’m telling you I want her. I want to buy her, Bram. What does that tell you about me? Obviously, I’m no better than any of them.”

“Thank…you?” Bram’s fingers began to trail down, sweeping over my bicep before easing along my shoulder. His grip was firm as he locked onto one of my breasts. I tensed even more, unsure of how to react. “Like I said before, I’m not your savior. I do nothing for free.”

Don’t fear your Master, slave. Fear the devil at your back. Fear the reflection you can’t see staring back at you in the mirror. I’m everywhere. I see your every move. I’ve seen…for years. When and what I want of you, I will take. Fuck everyone. Let them try to get in my way. You belong to me when I decide the time is right. For your sake, you better hope that day never comes.”

“That’s right, hide yourself, little mouse. Retreat into the submissive shell you are. I should put you over my knee and beat your ass black and blue. You drive me mad.”

“I’m coming back for you later tonight. In the morning.” I slowed, grinding my hips into her inner-most thighs. “I’m going to fuck you so much, your new Master will never come close to giving you what I do. I’m going to ruin you for him, slave. He may be attractive. He may treat you well. But you will never want him like you want me. I feel you. I see you,” I whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you.”

“You’ll stay with me tonight. You’ll sleep with me so I can hold you like this. I don’t ever want to let you go.”

And with those words, I let myself shatter. My body shook with spasms and my heart swelled to heights I’d never imagined. True to his word, I became ruined for anyone else. I wasn’t a slave in our moment. I was his.

“You should probably know I love you and will never love anyone else. You wanted to ruin me. Congratulations.

“What you have done is far worse than what any other Master can do. You showed me hope. Love. What did you think you were doing by messing with my emotions? Slave or not, I have feelings. And you don’t care about that, Mr. Whitlock. I’m done with anything involving you. I’m done,” she said, trailing off.

“Will you kiss me in front of everyone?” “Don’t be ridiculous. What I should be doing is beating you to prove a point.” “What would you beat me with? Your fist? Something else?” Bram’s eyes flickered before closing for a few seconds. “I would beat you so hard with my cock, but I’d much rather shove it down your throat so you stop talking back with your smartass mouth.” “Can you still feel my tongue licking around you? Can you feel me sucking you deeper?”

“Watch it, slave. You don’t know what kind of fire you’re playing with. You’d be smart to stay hating me. You’re safe there.”

My father imprinted how we were supposed to project power. This girly shirt wasn’t going to project shit. “Fine.” I grabbed it, not missing the smile on Everleigh’s face. I’d have to buy more clothes. Ones more my style, but different colors. Maybe then she’d see I was at least trying.

“I think you’re beautiful too,” she whispered. “And I think a part of you loves me. Show me. Don’t use me as a slave. End this tonight. Make me yours in the true sense.” “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do. We both know there’s no one else for either of us. Admit your feelings, Bram. Not to me, but yourself. You know you couldn’t bear me going to another Master, and I’ve seen the real you. I choose that you, no matter what that means. If it’s death, so be it. I love you. Show me you love me too. Not with words, but actions.”

“You want me, fine. But don’t you dare say I didn’t warn you. You have no idea what you’re walking into—the risk. And not just from me.”

“You’re mine. That’s final, as of right now. I don’t know how this is going to work out, but it’s done. I’ll speak to West after the movie. I don’t want to ruin our date.”

I jerked her back by her hair, making her face me—the real me. “When I let go, you start walking away, little mouse. Fast. You may not like what comes if you don’t.”

“I fear nothing being with you. Only being without you.”

“That’s better, slave. Tell me who owns you again.”

“Did Bram fuck you good? Did you like it? Hmmm?” His fingers pushed back in, turning my face as his lips moved to my ear.

“Slave, you wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? I think you liked it. I think you begged him for more. And I bet he gave it. How was it? Did he fuck you hard? Use you like the whore you are? Or was he slow and passionate? Did his love manage to seep through his pitch-black soul? He loved you, you know. He’s loved you for years.

You were his obsession. And it didn’t take long for me to figure out why after watching you myself.”

“Don’t be stupid. I know you want him, but aren’t you going to at least give me a chance? You chose me once as your Master. I can make you like this. You could come to enjoy what we share.”

“All you have to do is see your place. Be my slave in every sense, and I will treat you like a queen. I do have feelings for you. Our match could be a good one.”

Confusion once again seeped in. I knew Bram had donated to some charities. It had been part of his duties, but had he been so kind? Sure, people loved him. He knew how to play the part of happy socialite, but had it made all the difference? He was an asshole. A coldhearted bastard most of the time. He ran an underground fortress full of slaves, rape, and murder. No one knew Bram. Not like I did.

“I want to stay with you,” I whispered. “I don’t want to leave. Come back. Come back and I will be the perfect slave to you, I promise. Don’t leave me.”

I turned back to Bram. What would they do if I begged to stay? If I climbed inside with him and refused to get out. I wanted to. I wanted to hold him and shut my eyes and never wake up again.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He bit his lip, reaching down to ease his finger inside me. “I can feel it too. It’s in the water. Soaking into our skin. Fuck, I’m going to make it good for you. You’re going to love this.”

Everything vanished but the pleasure, and I knew in that moment the drug had me. I wasn’t Everleigh anymore. I was no one but a dead slave still alive.

Bram? What the fuck about me? She was meant to be my slave. These guards standing out here shouldn’t have been seeing her moping over a dead man. She had me!

“Rapist? You think what I did to you was rape? Oh, slave. You want rape, I will show you rape. You’ll be hanging onto life by a thread. And I’ll bring you back and do it all over again. I will make you beg for death.”

“You want to kill me? You hate me so much?” Whack! Whack! Whack! A scream echoed from me spanking her ass as I continued to undo my pants. “You have no idea. I will kill you. So help me, I will.

My arms wrapped around her chest in a bear hug, keeping her captive as I forced myself farther into her. The strain around my thickness had me grinding my teeth through the pleasure and pain. I saw everything, yet nothing. What I was doing was like a dream—one I could have had over and over and never gotten enough of.

Everleigh gagged, still trying to scream, but I didn’t care. I loved our moment more than anything in the world.

“How’s this for a rapist? For a husband? Oh, Everleigh, how I adore you. Cry for me a little louder, baby. Don’t get quiet. Don’t stop fighting.”

I didn’t ever want it to end, but the pleasure of my cru...

To savor the moment was easy. The sobs were temporarily gone. She was barely even moving, and the blood that met me as I looked do...

“It didn’t have to be like that. Hate me all you want, you’re the one responsible for everything that happens to you.”

“Look what you’ve done. Could this not have waited until we got home? What was so important with staying at that fucking grave?”

“Son of a bitch. You…raped her?” “Give me a break,” West cut in. “Like you’ve never raped a woman.” “I never have raped a woman. Haven’t needed to. I told you that. Just because I don’t mind killing, doesn’t mean I’m capable of everything.”

“Well, Mr. Holier Than Shit, the bitch deserved it. She fucking stabbed me in the chest with a letter opener. She wanted a rapist, so I gave her one. She’ll learn to keep her fucking mouth shut.”

I was beginning to feel again, and I didn’t like it. My emotions were all over the place, and I didn’t want to experience what I’d gone through. I didn’t want to feel anything at all.

“He’s going to kill the children.” Eli jerked to a stop, and I slowly turned to look at him through the glass. “He’s going to make me cut them open all because he wants me to marry him, and I don’t want to. Does that sound like a man to you? I’m going to rape him like he did me, and then I’m going to kill him.”

“You fucking cunt.” West only got two steps before Eli had him around the waist. “She’s in shock. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. She probably won’t even remember this. Let it go. Come shower in the other bathroom. I’ll get you the bandages.”

“What the hell is this shit?” I turned to the very first page, flipping through them again. Did Bram write this? No…he couldn’t have. Bram couldn’t write. “I think it’s beautiful.” Pursing my lips, I glanced at Everleigh. “It’s depressing and morbid. Why would you ever want to read this?” “I like it,” she said quietly. “You and Bram both, obviously. I don’t see the appeal.”

“Will you rape me like you did again?” The fear in her blue depths called out to me. I licked my lips, unable to resist leaning in to brush my lips over hers. “I can only hope. If you’re a good slave, then you’ll have nothing to fear.”

“What do you think, Eli?” The guard nodded but didn’t smile. “You’re a lucky man. Damn lucky. Prettiest bride I’ve ever seen, and that’s the truth.”

“Do you see?” he said lowly, next to my ear. “You are what men’s dreams are made of. And now I have you, and no one else ever will.”