by Vivian Wood
“I was worried about you after you left our meeting at Spiked Roses. I figured you would need a friend right about now.”
“I appreciate it,” I said as I approached him and shook his hand. “I need someone to talk me off the damn ledge. I’m two seconds from storming into Cheri’s room and yanking her out of this manor and telling all the brothers to go to hell.”
“And you know they will kill you both for it,” Alec said.
“Which is why I haven’t done it yet.”
“I saw the video of what you were doing to Cheri. I’m sorry I watched, but it was the only way I could get in here to talk to you. I needed to play along even though I sure as fuck felt like I was invading your privacy.”
“I get it. No worries.”
“You are doing a good job,” he said. “I know that might not make you feel better, but no one would question if you are the man to do the job. You are coming across hard enough. Cruel and unrelenting. I know they are paying close attention to your every move and action to see if they need to assign another man… or men.”
“I know. Which is why I’m turning up the asshole meter.”
Alec chuckled. “Well, it’s working.
“Great. Just how I want my fiancée to see me,” I said with a smirk. I knew Cheri loved me, but she had never seen this side of me. I just hoped that her feelings for me wouldn’t change when this was all over. But then… how could they not?
“She knew what she was getting herself into, my friend. She isn’t some wilting flower who is going to break into hysterics. You know this, or you would have never asked her to earn her way into the brotherhood. And frankly,” Alec took a few steps back and smiled, “it appeared as if she may not be hating it all. I think you’ve got a little vixen on your hands.”
“She’s scared.”
Alec nodded. “Yes, but she’s also completely surrendering to you already. This is going to be much easier than you might think. You just have to stay focused and not lose your cool. You have to play along. From what I saw of Cheri, I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you.”
Sighing, I said, “Yeah, I know. I’m not good at following orders.”
“I hear you on that. But you have to. Do it for Cheri. She’s going to be able to handle everything you give her. I can see it in her. Don’t underestimate her strength.”
Chapter Sixteen
Cheri
Again and again, I awoke with a lashing. I went to bed sore from the strike of Roman’s hand on my sensitive ass. I awoke to an excruciating session with the paddle, and went to bed with the kiss of his belt once again. Over and over, the routine continued. One diamond at a time.
One excruciating earned diamond at a time.
The days were filled with other acts of submission. Long hours kneeling or standing at attention whenever, wherever, and for however long Roman felt I needed to. He touched me, but never enough. And that was the worst part. Over and over he would slap, pinch, touch parts of my body and bring me right to the edge of ecstasy, only to pull away and leave me with the worst need imaginable. Every hour my hunger for him grew. Every second my lust intensified. I dreamed of his touch, and I fantasized of the day he would finally put his cock inside of me.
But he never did.
That was my punishment.
That was my penance for the sake of The Iron Colt Brotherhood.
And oh, how I paid, suffered, and slowly earned one diamond at a time. I cried. I pleaded. I begged for more. I had no shame or pride left. I longed for Roman to be near and never leave me, and when he did leave for the night, I sobbed for hours waiting for sunlight to come, for it brought the return of my monster. My only strength was when he was near. My body craved him like a drug, and I was weak without him. So fucking weak. He was my dark prince, and he truly had mastered my body. When he said I was his—that my body was his—I’d had no idea how correct he would be.
“Are you a good girl or a bad girl?” he asked as he had grown accustomed to asking all the mornings he arrived in a new crisp suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.
“What do you want me to be?” I answered like I always did when he would take his belt and run it along my punished and upturned flesh after he spanked me.
“Today I want you to be bad. I want you to talk dirty to me so I can punish that mouth of yours.”
I turned my head just enough to see him towering over me as I was bent over the bed and gave a wicked smirk. “Fuck you, Master. Fuck you.”
We had played this game in the past. He would force me to act out just so he could punish me more severely. Often times he would have Gage record these acts for The Iron Colt Brotherhood to view more intimately and close up. He seemed to like it most when I punched or kicked, and especially when I called him names. He seemed fueled by my mock hatred of him, though we both knew it was all for show. He knew how desperate I was for more. He could see the arousal coat my pussy and dampen my inner thighs. He would wipe at my tears of frustration as my stomach tightened and cramped from a growing need for release never to be granted. He would make promises that if I was a good girl, that maybe someday I would get a taste of my Master’s cock.
I wanted a taste so badly.
I wasn’t sure how many days, or how many nights passed, but Roman had changed the woman I once was. He broke down my walls and left me wide open for the taking. My battle scars were left without bandages, and Roman only opened the wounds wider.
“You have a filthy mouth, my soon to be bride,” he said as he walked toward my bathroom.
I held my position bent over the bed, schooled in what would happen if I acted on my own free will without permission.
“I think it’s time I teach you what happens to girls with dirty, filthy mouths,” he said as he disappeared from my sight.
My pussy throbbed at the warning in his voice. I had no idea what he had in store, and though I was sure parts of me would hate every moment of what Roman had planned for this morning’s session, other more sinful parts of me would love every torturous second of his evil ministrations to my body, mind, and soul.
“Kneel,” he commanded as he reentered the bedroom with something fisted in his hand, and a glass of water in the other.
I quickly did as he asked, licking my lips in anticipation of what was to come. A chance to earn more diamonds. Diamonds that I had long lost count of. I no longer paid my penance for diamonds. No. I paid my penance for Roman. For the one day he would deem me worthy of his cock being buried inside of me again, making me come and cry out his name.
There was a time in my life, I would have screamed and shouted at any woman who would submit to a man. Especially to a man as strict and severe as Roman. But I no longer cared. Rules of society had ceased existing the minute I walked through the doors of the manor. Life as it once was no longer existed for me. My nightmare had become a fantasy, and my fantasies had become this nightmare.
Obviously, this was the goal of The Iron Colt Brotherhood.
“It’s time your Master teaches you a lesson,” he said as he stood before me, placed the water by my knees as well as a bar of soap, and unfastened his pants. When his hard cock popped out from its constraints, he said, “It’s time I clean that mouth of yours out.”
I stared at his cock in awe. It was thick, big, and hard—hard for me.
“I want you to wet my cock with your tongue, then rub the bar of soap all over it.”
When I didn’t move fast enough, still processing his words in my foggy brain, he took hold of his dick and slapped it across my face. He then pressed his cock past my lips before I had a chance to do it of my own free will, though willing I was. I moved my head up and down, swirling my tongue as I did so, savoring the taste of my prince.
“Get it nice and wet,” he said huskily.
He took hold of my hair and guided my head at a speed he chose. Up and down, I sucked and softly moaned against his cock. I licked every inch I could, not wanting one inch of his length missed
. I all but devoured him. His salty taste and the essence of his manhood flooding my senses, I coated his throbbing sex entirely.
“Now grab that bar of soap by you and coat my cock. It’s time I wash your mouth out with soap, naughty girl.”
“Yes, Master,” I said as my pussy ached for attention.
I picked up the white bar and started caressing Roman’s cock with it. Small suds formed as the soap mixed with my saliva. I stroked the soap up and down the length of his shaft just as I knew Roman wanted me to do.
“Now place my cock in your mouth, naughty girl. This is what you get for having a filthy mouth. Time we cleanse it.”
Not stopping to consider the awful taste or just how much this truly would be a punishment, I placed Roman’s soap-coated penis inside my mouth and began sucking as I once had. I whimpered as the dreadful taste attacked. I gagged as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat with the soap only intensifying the sensation.
“Bad girls get their mouths washed out with soap,” he said, tugging my hair when I tried to pull back as I sucked in air to help ease the turmoil occurring inside my mouth.
Using his other hand, he reached down and cupped my breast, changing my whimpers to a moan.
Mercifully removing his dick from my mouth, Roman spread his pre-cum mixed with remnants of soap on my lips as he said, “Let me paint this perfect pink pout of yours. I’m about to make you Master’s cum slut.”
I looked up into his eyes and nodded.
He slapped the head of his cock against my cheek. “You want your Master’s cock, dirty princess? Do you want your Master to punish you now with his cock?”
Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes! Although my words were lost in my own hunger begging to be satiated.
I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to split me wide open with his cock. My pure white sexual experiences from before were about to become pitch black. I wanted raw. I wanted depraved. I wanted dark emotions and desires. And I knew that Roman was the only one who would truly give me what I wanted, and what I so desperately needed. Everything had been leading up to this. He had opened a Pandora’s Box of horrific fantasies and delights hidden deep within, and now that they were unleashed, he was the only man who could tame them.
“Take a drink of water, swish it around in your mouth, and then spit it out back into the glass,” he ordered.
I was grateful for this, because though the soap misery had dissipated some, I did wish to rid the inner lining of my mouth of the residue. As I swished and spit the last bit out into the glass, Roman bent down and placed his hands under my arms, lifting me to standing. He then swooped me into his arms and carried me over to the bed. The tender touch and almost loving gesture had my mind spinning with the wicked and twisted lust from my naughty discipline only moments ago.
The softness was quickly replaced, however, when he placed me on my back and spread my legs wide. Without pause, he swatted my pussy, causing me to jump and cry out in surprise.
“We are going to make these lips of your cunt swell so every time I thrust into you, you cry out in pain.” He swatted my bare pussy again and again. The sting only heightened my need for more.
“Please…” I begged like so many times before, but this time I felt like my pleas may actually be answered.
My heart skipped a beat when Roman quickly shed himself of his clothing. His actions were smooth and graceful, but not nearly fast enough for my need. I thought about sitting up and assisting him in getting undressed but remained frozen. I didn’t want to do a single thing to have Roman change his mind or decide I needed another punishment instead.
When the weight of the bed shifted as he straddled my body, my heart hitched. This was it. I glanced down at his cock and a tiny twinge of fear set in when I wondered if others would be watching as he fucked me.
Roman lowered his weight upon me and positioned his cock at my pussy. The meaty head stretched my hole wide as he entered, and I moaned with the biting pain. He didn’t give me any time to get used to his girth but rather began thrusting in and out at a steady pace. There were no kisses. No caresses. No loving words of affection. The actions were cold yet the heat between us blazed to the epic proportion of an inferno. My body exploded almost instantly, finally free to release the long overdue energy that had been pent up since the beginning of my captivity. Roman hadn’t given me permission to come, but I didn’t care. I would accept whatever punishment he would deliver for my actions later. It would be worth it. So fucking worth it.
As I cried out his name and my pussy contracted around his cock, he pulled his face back enough so he could look into my eyes. Maybe it was the sexual energy flowing through me, or maybe it was simply wishful thinking, but I saw something in his eyes.
Softness.
Emotion beyond what normally only belonged to a sadist.
Connection.
For a brief moment, he had allowed us to be the Roman and Cherise of before. Before the initiation.
Roman continued to push and pull inside of me as his eyes never left mine. In and out, I saw him. In and out, I felt him. In and out, Roman seemed to merge with not just my body, but my soul. I was his… I had been his for a long time. But at this very moment, I truly believed he was…
He was mine.
He was my dark prince, and I was never going to let him go.
I never wanted this moment to end. Never. But eventually, my body exploded again, and it was all that Roman needed to groan loudly and give one final thrust as he came inside of me. Taking a few minutes to gather his senses as he breathed against the pillow beside my head, he eventually pulled his face back and stared at me again. He didn’t say anything, nor did I. But something was different at that moment.
He was not a monster.
He was a man.
Nothing but a man.
I was not the prey.
I was a woman.
Nothing but a woman.
But we were together. We were as one. We were in this nightmare together, and we both knew it.
Chapter Seventeen
Cheri
The days continued on, as did the regular and routine punishments. Roman had only fucked me one more time, and it was not the same as before. He had simply pushed me against a wall and quickly took me from behind in an animalistic way before he tanned my ass with a strap. I had longed for even a quick glimpse of that connection we had when we first had sex. I hungered for it as I had once hungered for his cock to be inside of me. I wanted all of Roman.
I had seen small glimpses of the old Roman I knew before the manor. He was still strict as ever, but I also received tender touches. He would carry me to bed after a session, and he had even held me as I fell asleep several evenings. He had bathed me, brushed my hair, and had started taking every meal with me in the dining room. He wasn’t as cold as he had been when we first arrived. Yes, he was still a severe disciplinarian, but when I was his perfect dirty kitty and had purred in submission like the good kitty he wanted me to be, he usually rewarded me with kindness, even if it was just in small doses. Because I hungered to see and to feel more of that connection, I constantly searched for it in his eyes and in his actions, and I knew without a doubt that I could see it. I most certainly could feel it. Not all the time… but the times did exist.
Yes, I was still earning my diamonds.
But there was something different in the way Roman watched me. In the way he touched me. And even in the way he punished me.
There were still constant reminders of my reality, however. The Iron Colt Brotherhood had requested other enema sessions, which Gage always recorded for them. The Iron Colt Brotherhood also demanded often to have a close-up recording of many spankings where I had to hold my butt cheeks spread wide so they could see my anus as it too would be spanked and prodded for their viewing. Roman was always far harsher with me when the camera was rolling close up, and I knew that it was expected for me to have the tears flow. Even if I didn’t particularly feel like crying, I knew it
would please Roman. I think he knew it was what The Iron Colt Brotherhood wanted to see—my pain, my suffering, my miserable initiation to prove I was worthy. And whenever I performed for The Iron Colt Brotherhood as I knew Roman wanted, he would reward me with a caress, or a touch that made my heart soar. But Roman wanted The Iron Colt Brotherhood to see me as a captive hating every single minute of her stay in the manor, and I played the part perfectly.
If The Iron Colt Brotherhood only knew.
If they only knew just how much my body craved the darkness. Roman wasn’t the monster. I was the fucking monster. I wanted and actually liked every single lick of pain. I ached for the next fix. I absolutely writhed in agony when I was without Roman and his touch. I was an addict, and Roman was the only one who could deliver the drug I craved.
“You only have five more diamonds to earn,” he said after my evening belting. “Five more until you are free to go.”
It was as if ice cold water had been thrown on my quivering body. My heart froze as my knees buckled, and I fell to the floor. I looked up into Roman’s stunned face with wide eyes and shook my head in denial.
With furrowed brow, he kneeled down and took my hand in his. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” The look of concern on his face was foreign, and I took a moment to absorb an element of the man I barely remembered.
“I’m not sick.” Although I couldn’t breathe normally, and my body grew clammy.
Roman wiped a loose strand of hair from my face and placed his palm on my forehead. “What’s going on, Cheri? Do you need a doctor or something?” He pulled my shivering body against his and cradled me.
“What happens then?” I asked in a whisper. “When I earn the final five diamonds?”
“I told you. You will be free. The Iron Colt Brotherhood are men of their word.”
“What about the wedding? Do we still get married when this is all done?”
Roman surprised me when he kissed the top of my head and still held me securely in his arms. “Is that what has you like this?” He kissed my head again. “Yes, we can leave and start our lives together. I told The Iron Colt Brotherhood to expect your release tomorrow.”