Crushing Violet

by Bree Rivers

  “Always, sweeting.”

  “Really?” She put her arm around him as she slid onto his lap. “So you aren’t planning on punishing me?”

  He squeezed her hard and using his hand guided her head to rest on his shoulder. “I’m thinking about it. Here is my dilemma, however. I’ve got other things I’m thinking about doing with you.”

  “Really? Like what?”

  Kane chuckled when her head popped up, and she looked into his eyes grinning. “Maybe I should reconsider that punishing idea.”

  “No,” Vanity plopped her head back on his shoulder. “Please?”

  He ran his hand over her hair, breathing slowly and deeply. Her brow crinkled as she tried to decide if there was something she was supposed to do, but figured it was more critical for them to just be together. This was a feeling she fully understood. So she let the stroking and heat from his body make her almost drowsy.

  “You work too hard,” he said.

  “What?” Her eyes popped open. “I just help dad a little.”

  “I could set you guys up—”

  She covered his mouth with her hand. “You know how I feel about that, Kane. And I’m sure you know how Daddy would respond.” Replacing her hand with her lips, she gave him a long, gentle kiss moaning when he set their tongues dancing. “I do love that you offer.”

  “Working all day in the gardens and then with me all night ...”

  “What we do is not working,” Vanity said. “And spending all day with my dad studying the line of the flowers and statues is a master’s degree in art school as far as I’m concerned. So please stop fussing.”

  “I. Do Not. Fuss.”

  Vanity shook her head. “You fuss about me.”

  Rising, with her in his arms, he moved her to the side of the couch. “I will teach you to never think I fuss about anything.” Leaning her forward over the arm, he flipped the skirt of her dress up and smacked her ass six times.

  “Hey,” she shimmied in his hold. “I thought you weren’t going to punish me.”

  “This is just the preamble,” Kane chuckled. He ripped her panties from her body, and fondled her naked ass cheeks. “I believe I established how I feel about you wearing these.”

  “I forgot when I changed out of my garden gear.”

  “Forgetting doesn’t mean you don’t get punished.” His fingers ran over her folds, separating them to tweak her clit and send it burning. “Looks like someone appreciates their punishment.”

  “Is that what this is?”

  “No, sweeting. This isn’t a punishment. It’s a gift.” She felt her ankles get secured in the spreader and tried to slow her breathing to prepare for what was to come. The bar was opened all the way, and Vanity knew she’d have t stay calm or risk landing on her face. She knew Kane after a month in a way she couldn’t have imagined ever knowing someone really. He liked fun. He loved how wet she could get for him. And he took making her scream as some kind of reason for life. His hands ran over her throbbing ass and cupped her from behind. “Hold open your butt cheeks for me, sweeting, and no matter what, do not let go.”

  “I ... I ... Kane, we never talked about butt stuff.”

  “We don’t talk about what I’m planning in the bedroom, Vanity. You know that. Now, speak without being given permission, and I will use the flogger on you ... do you understand?”

  Her silence made him growl and earned her several hits on her burning ass. “Vanity?”

  “I’m trying to decide if it’s worth it to misbehave.”

  “Oh, sweeting ... it’s always worth it.”

  Vanity tentatively reached back to her ass, and slowly separated her cheeks. When he growled with approval, she felt a new wash of fluid cover her thighs. Letting her head fall forward to rest against the cushions, she gave herself to his keeping and waited to see what would happen next. Her emotions were such a riotous jungle of desire, devotion, and love she realized it was easier to shut off her mind and let him tend her physical side. A single finger, cold and oily, brushed over her hole and began to press against the muscle there. “Are you sure?”

  “If you need to say the safe word—”

  “No, no. Go ahead,” Vanity swallowed hard.

  “Good girl.” His finger breached her, and the fluid on it made its movements odd ... almost pleasant. “Seems to me you were made for this.” More fluid, and now there were two fingers inside of her. Moving. Pressing. She started to let out little gasps as her face filled with a blush hard enough to make her pass out. She could feel herself moving to an orgasm. That wasn’t supposed to happen, right? How could a girl get off on just having two—nope, make that three fingers, shoved in her butt. When the fourth finger entered and pressed at some magic spot within her, she let out a small scream that she tried to bury into the cushions.

  He draped his body on top of hers, his chuckling sending small puffs of his breath across the back of her neck. “Vanity you have to be the most perfect woman in the world.”

  “If you think that when I look like a cooked lobster, I can’t wait what you think when I dress up.”

  “Oh, but there’s so much more. His heat left her, and Vanity started to push herself up. Kane’s hand burned her back as he used it to keep her where she was. “No moving. I’m not done with you yet, love.”

  This time when she felt the pressure at her hole, it was colder. Unyielding. And so much bigger. “What is that?” she squeaked.

  A hard slap on her ass, followed by another on her pussy. He used his foot to adjust her position and pull her farther away from the side of the couch and then hit her pussy again. “It’s your butt plug,” he said. More fluid was dripped over her crack, and now the pressure was steady as he slid it inside her. “You’ll need to wear it whenever you come here from now on. I want your ass thoroughly opened for me by the time you’re ready for me to use it.”

  “I’m ready for it now,” she wailed.

  His fingers speared into her hair, and her head was wrenched up. “Listen to me, Vanity. If you disobey me one more time by speaking out of turn, I will connect your wrists to your spreader bar, and have you do nothing for the rest of the night but suck my balls and my cock. I’ll be thoroughly appeased, but I will leave you to hunger and whimper for any kind of release from your aching clit. I can make you so turned on, you’ll feel your clit throbbing throughout your body for hours. Is that what you want? Because you keep pushing it, so I think it is.”

  “Is that what you want Kane?”

  His eyes bulged before he wiped his expression. “Vanity ...”

  “All of it, Kane. I want everything and anything you want to do. I’m yours, and I need to know every part of you is mine.”

  Kane groaned, wrenched open his jeans, and thrust into her soaking pussy with one hard punch of his hips. The plug left little room for his throbbing cock to fit within her, and she felt as if even her breath was evaporating under the fullness. She screamed as soon as he was entirely in, and with each jerk of his hips, she kept screaming as one orgasm ran into another. Vanity felt like her entire body just exploded, and she came apart by the atoms. Small shocks of electricity seemed to be running up and down her arms and legs, always returning to the place they were joined. She could feel his cock throbbing within her. The plug pressing into her ass making her so full she didn’t understand how she could breathe. When he came, the hot fluid filling her felt as if she were being changed from within and as he lay on top of her, shuddering with the force and length of his orgasm, she let her eyelids close and drift to sleep.

  Before she lost consciousness, she smiled to herself thinking she always thought it was the guy who was supposed to get sleepy with sex.

  KANE SMILED AS THE cold slide of the metal binding didn’t make Violet flinch. Retrieving her remaining leg, he extended it to the side and made short work of securing that one as well. Now she was placed correctly. Spread eagle on the bed, her pretty pink pussy just waiting for him to get inside. “Kane” Her eyelids fluttered
open as the chains rattled as she tested her bonds.

  “I told you, sweeting. You need to be punished.”

  “For being late?”

  “Our agreement was you show up here one hour after you get off from helping your dad, no excuses. You were late.”

  “Kane ...” she rattled the chains and thrashed in her bonds. “You’re scaring me.”

  “Do you want to use your safeword?”

  “No.” Violet gnawed at her lower lip. “No.”

  “Then let’s proceed.”

  “Okay.”

  He shook his head. “Your agreement or voice is not needed. Now speak out of turn again, and I’m going to gag you. Be very careful sweeting, I can’t reach your ass in this position so I’ll have to spank that pussy if you don’t behave.”

  Violet bit her lip harder but nodded her head. Submission. Just what he wanted.

  “That plug is pretty big. I probably should have started you out slower, but I couldn’t resist. However, this,” he picked up the other toy he retrieved while she was sleeping. “This is a whole different story. It’s a wonder what technology can do, of course, I’m the one who designed it.” He didn’t give her time to register what was in his hands. He thrust the vibrator into her without warning, making her scream. She was filled in both places, and he was determined to enjoy every reaction.

  Her clit grew in size, turning cherry red, and throbbed so hard he could see it. Placing his hand on her chest, he chuckled as he realized it was keeping time with her heartbeat. “Don’t worry, sweeting. I’ve got you.” Next, he fastened the second part of the toy, a piece that fits over that cherry perfectly and would make her feel like a mouth was suctioning at her.

  Taking out his phone, Kane settled in at the end of the bed eager to watch the show. He pulled up the app he designed and started the vibrator within her. “You see, sweeting. The program on my phone will keep that cock moving taking you straight to orgasm, and stop just before you get there. It will alter the rhythm the time between sessions and keep you hanging on the edge until I say you’re ready, do you understand? Do you see why you don’t want me to punish you?”

  “I don’t care,” her voice was strangled with her groans. “You d what you want. Go ahead and do what you want. I belong to you. I’ve always belonged to you.”

  Kane’s head fell forward as her heated vows kept coming, building with intensity as her torture continued. The vibrator was sending pulses from her sheath to her clit, the hard column of the plug not letting her breathe.

  “Do you understand Kane? I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’m yours.”

  Shaking his head, he felt some guilty part inside of him suddenly ease. Moving up the bed, he pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his dick. His groan was hoarse from how deeply within him it was wrenched. “I love you too, sweeting. I love you too.” She started screaming as soon as he pistoned his hips once and kept screaming as she orgasmed multiple times. His orgasm exploded within her just as she slid into oblivion with nothing but his grunts of pleasure to herald her way.

  Chapter 14 - After

  Violet watched Daisy and Roman drive away from the sanctity of her porch. She showed Violet the bridesmaid dresses she planned for Ivy and Lara, then the two of them spent a few hours discussing what her wedding gown should look like. Roman stayed on the porch with her two men talking.

  After they were done, Roman made them lunch, Davis and Kane however, disappeared.

  It was while they were eating that things went wrong.

  Daisy was sweet. Kind. Charming. Immensely talented and the all-time world-class pain the ass she’d ever seen. She started telling Violet as they nibbled at a Caprese salad with roast beef sandwiches that she’d gone to New York and visited some friends. They loved the clothes Daisy had found in one of the club’s warehouses, and encouraged her to take it to someone involved with fashion week.

  A show. A full on collection runway show during one of the most premier events in the world of fashion. It was ludicrous. She didn’t have the clothes for a collection, Violet barely had the wedding dresses done.

  What the heck was Daisy thinking?

  Violet couldn’t do it. Go to New York. Handle publicity and models and stylists. She just didn’t have it in her. She was Violet, the girl broken from one horrible act of violence. Living here in the middle of nowhere was the best she’d probably ever be able to handle. This was all she could manage.

  Violet stopped eating and barely managed to keep what she’d already consumed as Daisy kept talking. Plans. She had so many projects. Violet kept trying to tell herself it wasn’t like Daisy knew she changed her name and hid in the shadows for a reason. She wasn’t someone who did well in the light, and if she did the monster could find her. He bit her lip trying to keep the sobbing back.

  Color. Design. Draping. Beauty.

  She kept working on the clothes ignoring the fact that she was creating a collection which never had a chance in hell of seeing the light of day. Her hands kept moving as she desperately tried to find the numbness that had served her well. It took exhaustion to turn her mind off, and she staggered to the bed, asleep before she fell onto its covers.

  The monster, she could never go into the light as long as the monster was waiting.

  KANE WATCHED THE NIGHTMARE hit Vanity, his heart twisted into knots as the girl he adored was tortured by her own mind. When she woke up and threw herself into the corner of the room, her face wet with tears, her shaking so pronounced he could hear her bones rattle on the mics hidden throughout the cabin.

  Cursing fluently, he grabbed the file he kept in the bottom drawer and slammed out of the main house.

  If Davis was right, it was time to give his girl a lifeline. It was time to introduce what happened to her nightmares and where they ended up. He didn’t know why at the time he’d kept the proof, but he had, and he was determined to share it with her. If he went to hell for it so be it. If Davis never forgave him for it, he would hardly blame him. He had to do it by himself though just in case she didn’t forgive him, so Violet would have someone left she could turn to.

  He made a ton of noise going into the house so she’d hear him coming. There she was. Crouched in the corner of the room, her hair partially shielded her face, though he could see the dampness of her tears shining on her cheeks. Once upon a time, he would have licked them from her skin. Now he froze in the doorway, not sure where to step, terrified he would destroy her for once and for all.

  HIS LAUGHTER. SHE COULD hear his laughter. Demons in her dreams, and when she wakes up, the monster laughs from the darkness. The light she kept on whenever she was in this room provided a gentle pool of comfort in which she cowered. She felt her stomach roil as the phantom laughter slowly faded.

  The monster. Why was he suddenly torturing her? Was her mind so broken it thought she wanted beings to hurt her? She ran and never looked back. She was nothing in his world.

  He had no motivation to find her, she’d made sure he would not have a reason.

  A creak of a shifting floorboard and Violet knew she wasn’t alone. She’d been told there were cameras to protect her. She just never considered who was watching her or how close they were. She couldn’t smell Davis’ scent, so she guessed who her unwanted visitor was. “Go away, Kane.” Violet collapsed into herself, her arms tightening around her body. “Please just go the hell away.”

  “Davis figured out we locked you up in a bubble.”

  “So what? I like my bubble, get the hell out and leave me alone.”

  He shook his head. “You didn’t let me finish. We locked you up in a bubble and didn’t realize you were locked up with the scum that hurt you.” He turned on the light in the room. They were going to need it.

  “That makes no sense. Doc Shane said you guys got rid of them.”

  “We did.” Kane sat near her, opening up the file. “But it didn’t matter. They were still there. In your head.”

  “And? Planning on whipping them
out of me?”

  “No. I want you to see what they looked like when we were done with them.”

  “You ... what now?” Her head tilted.

  Kane set out each of the photographs carefully. His heart beating so hard he could hear it in his ears. He set out the first photo, “This one we found first. We had some time with him. He was the key to getting the others. So we slowly cut strips of his skin off.”

  “Are they ... bows?”

  “It’s actually a way to keep some of the hemorrhaging from happening too fast. A trick Gray picked up in the sandbox.” He placed the next photo down. “This one had a great deal to say about you. I admit it pissed us off pretty bad.”

  “Why’s he look so ...”

  “I cut off his dick sweetheart and stuffed it and his balls down his throat until he choked on it.”

  “Kane ... what’s wrong with his lap?”

  “Oh, we disemboweled him. Sorry, probably should have started with that.”

  “So that’s his intestines.”

  “Yep. That’s what disemboweled means.”

  Vanity’s eyes were huge, but he thought it was with interest and not horror. These were the demons torturing her dreams. The bastards that raped her until she was almost dead. Her gaze had interest. It had to have interest. He placed the third and fourth picture on the ground in front of her. She picked it up with a slight tremor in her fingers. “There’s two. How come?”

  “He was the last one, so we took some time. You needed a second surgery at this point. Daisy’s neck took ten stitches to put back together. We still weren’t sure you’d survive.”

  “You made him pay.”

  “We did. We just beat on him for a while. Showing him the pictures of his friends was a lot of fun. By this point, we knew ... we knew most of what happened to you—” her eyes flew to him with horror now. “Doc Shane was convinced to tell, and Daisy let a few things slip on the pain meds. We decided to make him last.”