“Don’t you dare scream, princess,” I growled at her. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay right where you are.”
I leaned down next to her, my eyes on hers as I tipped her chin back.
“You won’t disappoint me, will you, Violet?” I asked her softly.
“N-No,” she managed.
“No what?”
“No, M-Master.”
Her eyes were so fucking wide.
I got up, unable to look at her for another second. If I stayed longer, I would want to fuck her. Bury my cock in her virgin pussy and remind her to whom she really belonged.
I closed the distance between her cage and the door, opening it wide and barking, “What the fuck do you want?”
My associate, Jasper, stood in front of the door, giving me an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” he said. “There’s someone on the phone in your office. They wouldn’t take no for an answer… It was quite strange.”
“Well, get rid of them,” I hissed. “I’m fucking busy.”
He briefly glanced over my shoulder, then his eyes went back to mine.
“I’m sorry Sir,” he said again. “I think you should take this.”
There was a note of worry in his voice that made me throw one last look over my shoulder before walking outside. I shut the door firmly behind myself and followed Jasper up the stairs and into my office.
A red light was blinking on the landline receiver, and Jasper and I exchanged glances before I walked in.
“I’ll be right inside if you need me, Sir,” Jasper said, and I gave him a curt nod.
"Hello?"
I sat down at my desk, my brows furrowing. I wasn't happy about being interrupted, but Jasper seemed adamant that I took the call even though it was out of business hours.
"Devlin Windsor himself," the voice on the other side said, laughing out loud.
"Who is this?" I barked into the phone, checking to see the caller ID, but there was nothing - the number was hidden. "Dad?"
"No, not this time," the voice went on. It was strange, almost robotic, and I realized that whoever was calling was using a device to mask their voice, so I wouldn't figure out who the fuck it was. "But you'll wish it had just been dear old Dominic soon enough, I bet."
"What's this about?" I asked, trying my best to stay level-headed.
I didn't like playing games unless I was the puppet master. And this guy was pissing me the hell off.
"I heard you've acquired a new toy," the strange voice went on. "A pretty, barely legal little captive who's signed herself over to you."
"Word travels fast, apparently," I said easily, though my heartbeat had sped up.
I pulled a notebook up, grabbing a pen and pressing it to the paper. I was going to find out who was calling, so I needed to track down everything I knew about the other person.
Knows about Violet, I put on paper. Uses a masking device for their voice - could be someone I know.
"I'd say you had something to do with that yourself," the voice went on. "Since you just put her on display mere days ago. She was quite the vision, apparently. Sucking dick like a pro, wasn't she?"
My mouth tightened, but I didn't grace him with the outburst he so desperately craved.
"What's this about, then?" I asked easily. "You trying to score with my toy, or something?"
"You could say that," the voice responded, just as I jotted down another note.
Since the voice is masked, it could be a woman just as well as a man.
"Let's just say sweet Violet Cabot has caught my eye too," he went on. "I wouldn't mind a piece of that tight little ass myself. She's still a virgin, isn't she, Windsor? You haven't spoiled her completely yet?"
"I don't see how that's relevant," I replied icily. "Since I have no intention of letting Violet go."
"No?" the voice asked. "Maybe you will after the proposition I have for you."
"Proposition?" I repeated, crossing off the last note I'd made. It was definitely a man. "What kind of proposition?"
"I heard about the contract your toy signed," the voice explained. "I like the way you roll, Windsor. You legally own her now, don't you? She's your property, just like a pretty work of overpriced art. Think this one's worth the cost?"
"Most definitely," I replied. "Now I'm only going to ask one more time. What the fuck do you want?"
"I want to make you an offer," the voice said. "I want to buy Violet Cabot from you."
I laughed out loud, saying, "Why not just make her the offer while she was still on the market?"
"What can I say... I don't like getting my hands dirty," the voice admitted. "But I very much appreciate you setting it up for me, Windsor. I'll pay you handsomely. So handsomely you never have to work a day in your life ever again."
"Not worth it," I replied easily.
"No?" he questioned. "I'm sure it would be once you hear the figures."
"Don't give a shit how many zeroes you add," I spat out. "She's fucking mine. Now, if that's all-"
"Not so fast, Devlin," the voice went on. "You can't care about her all that much given what you had her do in front of her dad's coworkers. You must realize how humiliating that must have been for her."
"Don't question me," I ground out. "I know what the fuck I'm doing, and you don't get a say. Maybe if you weren't such a coward and you actually approached me with a reasonable offer."
It was a lie, but I was better out without people knowing just how much Violet meant to me. Otherwise, someone could use it against me – or her.
"Twenty million," the voice bit out. "And you give her to me."
"Twenty million?" I repeated. "A good offer. But no, thank you."
I could almost feel his simmering anger on the other side of the line, and I grinned to myself, knowing I was running the game.
"Now give me one good reason not to end this call right now," I said plainly.
"I can give you more than money," the voice cut in, an edge of desperation easy to notice even with the machine the guy was using to distort the sound. "I can give you the one thing your money can never buy."
"And what, pray tell, is that?" I asked easily. "What do I want so badly I'll give up my toy to get it?"
"You really need to ask?" the voice roared. "Your father, behind bars where he belongs. If you give me Violet Cabot, I will put your father in jail, with no way of getting out. He'll never cross you again. And as a bonus, I’ll get Hugo Cabot out."
My lips tightened as I contemplated the offer.
Of course, there was no way I was going to accept. I wanted Violet, and nothing would be good enough to convince me to get rid of her. Not even the promise I’d made to her myself.
"You seem to know a lot about me," I said thoughtfully. "But I fear you've overestimated the family rift here. As much as I want to beat my father, I don't want him behind bars."
"No?" the voice mocked. "Think of it, Devlin. The ultimate betrayal. Dominic would be stabbed in the back by the one person that means the most to him. Wouldn't that be a win in your book?"
"No," I replied simply. "It would be an utter betrayal. And I don't work like that. Now, if that's all, I have a pretty brunette waiting on her knees to me, and I'd like to give her the cock she so badly craves before she starts crying for it."
"You... I..." The voice was lost for words, and I grinned to myself knowing I'd beaten him at his own game. "You can't fuck her. For God's sake, don't do it!"
"She's my property," I said lazily. "So, I'll do whatever the fuck I want with her. Now, be a dear and fuck off. Don't call this number again."
I cut the call to a number of protests from the robotic voice and got up from my desk.
I walked out of the office, finding Jasper standing in front of the office looking worried.
"Is everything alright, Sir?" he asked. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but the weird voice, the call at such an odd hour... I thought you'd want to deal with it."
"You did the right thing," I said to
him. "Now, I need you to trace the call. I need to find out who that was. I have a feeling they might make trouble for me in the future."
"Of course," Jasper nodded, and I walked him back to the office.
He worked on the phone, connecting it to a laptop and going through programs and numbers I didn't know shit about.
Finally, after a few minutes of this, he scratched the back of his head, giving me an apologetic look.
"Looks like it's untraceable, Sir," he said. "I tried everything."
"You sure?" I asked, rubbing my chin. "Keep fucking trying. I'm indisposed for the night now. Even if they call again, do not disturb me. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." Jasper was nodding, obviously wracking his brain for a solution to the problem at hand. "Is... is everything okay?"
"Yes," I replied firmly, not offering anything else for an explanation.
I walked out of there, leaving him to work on his own with my mind spinning.
The money robo-voice had offered was a lot, but not nearly enough. Nothing ever would be when it came to Violet.
I needed to get her dad out of prison, but I wasn't going to put my own father behind bars to get that done. I needed to outsmart the guy on the phone. I needed to be one step ahead in case he tried to meddle again.
I walked back into the playroom with every muscle in my body tense from the call. But once I entered the room, my body relaxed at the sight of Violet sleeping soundly in her cage.
She looked so peaceful. So fucking innocent.
And the beast within me couldn't wait to corrupt her even more than I already had.
I approached her slowly, kneeling next to the cage and reaching out to caress her cheek through the bars. She stirred in her sleep, an angelic smile on her lips as I stroked her silky skin.
"Devlin." The word was barely above a whisper as it slipped from her lips, and I grinned to myself, knowing I was even there in her dreams.
I pinched her pale cheeks between my fingertips, watching them redden as she slowly opened her eyes.
"D-Devlin?" she said again.
"Hello, princess," I grunted. "You seem to be very tired. Shall we continue this later today?"
She shook her head, suddenly wide awake as she grabbed the metal bars and pulled herself upright.
"Devlin," she whispered. "I don't want to wait. I'm ready. I want you to have me."
"Is that so?" I chuckled, petting her hair through the bars. "You've just decided that now?"
She stayed stubbornly quiet, but her eyes begged for more.
"It's my call when your cherry gets popped, princess," I growled. I was fucking eager as hell for it, but she didn't need to know that. Better to keep my toy in suspense. "I think you should apologize for doubting me first, don't you?"
The corners of her lips turned downward as she repeated, "Apologize? What for?"
"Because you fucking doubted me, princess," I ground out. "Because you were a bad little girl, and bad girls don't get cocks in their tight cunts until they admit they were wrong."
She gritted her teeth together, now openly glaring at me as she hissed, "Well, maybe you should do something to prove yourself, Devlin. And then I'll see about apologizing - when I've done nothing wrong, no less."
Just like that, the spell was broken, and she realized her mistake the second I pulled my hand away. She gripped the metal bars, staring up at me as I closed the door of her cage, locking it in place. She let out the smallest whimper, but I paid no mind to it.
"I think you need to learn some manners, princess," I growled. "I think you've been a very bad girl indeed. Do you know why I just left? Do you know what that call was about?"
I leaned down while she stayed stubbornly quiet.
"Someone wants to buy you off me," I told her sweetly. "Looks like I'm not the only one who craves that sweet cherry of yours, Violet. Now, you better start being a good girl before I agree. They offered a lot of money for you, princess. You'd better convince me you're worth more than the amount they want to pay."
"Devlin, I..." she started.
"You nothing," I roared. "You forget the rules. You disobey. You're a bad fucking girl, princess, and if you keep it up, I'm going to whip your ass into submission until you beg for mercy. See this?"
I showed her the silver key to her cage and she reached out for it. I dangled it in front of her helpless eyes, then placed it just out of reach on the floor.
"You'll have to work for your freedom after that little outburst," I told her plainly.
"Don't, D-Devlin, please!" she begged, all remorseful now. "I'll do anything. I'll let you fuck me, I'll-"
"Let me fuck you?" I repeated, laughing in her face. "No, Violet. You'll fucking beg me to do it. Beg me to pop that cherry of yours with my dick and let you taste it on the tip of it, too. Now until you learn that lesson, you can think about all the ways you can apologize. How does that sound?"
"Okay," she nodded eagerly. "Just let me out, let me apologize."
"Oh no," I grinned. "Why don't you think in here. Alone, so no one can disturb you."
I walked away from her, feeling her searing gaze on my back. I stopped with my hand on the door handle, throwing her one last look over my shoulder while she called out my name like a mantra.
"Oh, and, Violet?"
Her frightened eyes connected with mine, and I smirked at her.
"That's Master to you, princess."
To be continued…
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Lizzy
The minutes passed like molasses. The hours passed like fragments of eternity. At first, I was relieved that he hadn’t hurt me—that the worst of it was a cage—but then I began to realize that the cage itself was punishment. The darkness was punishment. I just didn’t know what I had done to make him believe I deserved to be there. I had sins—but really—didn’t everyone? What made mine so bad? What made him the judge or jury—and what right did he have to punish me? I felt a gnawing in my stomach that told too much time had passed since I had eaten. I woke up with a parched throat, and I reached a point where I couldn’t produce enough saliva to keep it from hurting.
How long is he going to leave me here before he comes back? What if I don’t have the answers he’s looking for—or know what sin he wants me to confess?
I was afraid to sleep, but exhaustion eventually took over. The worst part about falling asleep was that I didn’t know how much time passed while I was unconscious. The darkness didn’t allow me to tell if I had managed to sleep for a few minutes or a few hours. Could it have been longer? My muscles ached when I woke up, and they were cramped when I tried to move them. The cage prevented me from truly stretching them out, but I did the best that I could.
Did I hear footsteps? Is he finally coming back?
The silence had played tricks on mind a few times, but it wasn’t deception. I heard a click that sounded like a key being turned in a lock, and then the door opened. The light coming from the other side hurt my eyes, and I had to lift my hand to block it out while my eyes adjusted. I saw an outline of a man—I assumed it was the one who locked me in the cage. I moved closer infront as he stepped into the room, and then the light above my cage came on. It seemed dim when I first
saw it, but after being in total darkness for so long, it was almost like staring into the sun even though I wasn’t looking at it.
“Have you had enough time to think, sweet Lizzy?” He walked over and looked down at me. “Are you ready to start confessing your sins?”
“Please…” I forced out my words. “I need water—my throat hurts so bad.”
“Everything is earned, sweet Lizzy. Nothing in this world is free.” He chuckled, and it was a dark, sinister chuckle. “But you already know that—don’t you?”
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