by Sarah Mosby
DIRTY
DESIRES
Book five: Owned
Sarah Mosby
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1: Awake
CHAPTER 2: Attend
CHAPTER 3: Activate
CHAPTER 4: Anew
CHAPTER 5: Arisen
CHAPTER 6: Affliction
CHAPTER 7: Arational
CHAPTER 8: Audit
CHAPTER 1:
AWAKE
Amanda and Matthew’s bond has only continued to grow and evolve for all the time they have been Dom and Sub, master and pet, as Demarco taught Matthew- “The sacred bond between you, will be pure heaven.” And it was; with Jayd in a deep coma, they were free and finally happy. The two continued to live their daily lives together, in utter bliss and happiness. Matthew has continued his lessons with Amanda, the months passing as she transforms into the perfect submissive pet. Matthew now has complete and utter control, his commands and orders are now law to Amanda. The change has been so amazing, and Matthew can only be grateful for his dreams of the past, coming to reality.
Matthew has gone with Amanda to visit her parents’ graves, a blissful moment where he comforted and held her close. The cloudy gray skies of that day didn’t do much to brighten the mood; nature’s resonance to the tunes of the graves. But in a way, the peace and serenity of the graveyard was beautiful. Amanda clung to his chest, wrapping her arms around his hips and whining. He rested his head on top of hers, gently rubbing down her back and shoulders, as she shivered and shook at the sight of the people she never got to know. Matthew was there, he was always there for her now, and making up for the years he had missed.
The two later made weekend trips out to the private island, the isolation granted them, the perfect avenue for some of Matthew’s even more risqué activities. One particular memory stuck with them both, the fateful night Matthew had set up a video camera and had truly gone to put Amanda out of commission for a few days. He had not dominated her in the time, but kept his passion bottled up for very good reason.
Although Amanda grew frustrated with Matthew’s slack, he kept his plan hidden well. He eventually led her into the bedroom, where he set up a small hidden camera, within the hollows of a book shelf. The camera gazed down upon them, the perfect view. It was the single witness to their inscrutable acts. The recording from that day was a film the two continued to watch over and over. Their passionate lovemaking, Matthew’s bottled up passion, and Amanda’s stubbornness all crashed down, as the air was filled with their warm moist breath. They climaxed over and over, Matthew seeming to never be satisfied. In the end, the quite steamy and raunchy film was recorded in the hidden camera. Matthew went to pull the camera from where it was hidden and with a proud smile, held it up to Amanda’s shocked expression. Matthew was the type to display his love and passion to the world, but she never thought that he would go as far as recording them during their lewd moments.
What she didn’t know then was that the film was to become a favorite of theirs, watched during quiet nights, and a memory of the burning sensations they had both shared. As they both watched, Matthew would often trace the certain parts along Amanda’s body, where he had attacked that day. Matthew had suppressed him urge, and the buildup and final release had made the delay so worth it. The orgasmic rush of hormones and adrenaline was what he lived for, the pound of dominance, his purpose to find. And Amanda beckoned to his every wish, will and whim.
They were inseparable, and their lives were easy and tame. With Matthew’s easy pocket money, and his large estate, there was virtually nothing that could go wrong. Things were stable and Amanda no longer had to worry about her work or hardship, not when she had a small population of servants to meet her needs, or mostly Matthew himself, to pamper and care for her endlessly. That was until, Jayd woke up.
With the flicker of his eyes, their world crumbled around them before they even realized it. The monster that Mathew had spared out of the humane, had risen only to consume and make his life a hellish landscape.
* * * * *
Jayd shifts awake groggily, the IV in his arm seeming to tell him everything he needs to know. The scars around his wrists are prominent and highlighted in somewhat faint pink markings. They ache mildly, and a slight ache in his head ensues as he tries to sit up. Jayd thinks to himself for a moment, the hospital room is empty and silent except for the quiet beeps of machinery.
Matthew caused this- the one who ‘saved his life.’ Jayd knows he didn’t need saving. He was perfectly fine, and despises Matthew’s help. He knows he isn’t crazy, Matthew is. There has to be some way to prove it.
Jayd’s broken mind begins to twist and turn, trying to piece together the shambles of a plan. The grinding rusty gears eventually halt to a stop as a brilliant idea lights up in Jayd’s mind. He knows exactly what to do, he just has to get out of this hospital first.
He thinks about walking straight out of the hospital before noticing the charts beside him on the table that read he has been in a coma for months. Months! He has lost months of his life trying to overtake Matthew. A low powerful growl escapes him, his chest shaking with pure anger and frustration. He is going to kill his brother, even if it kills him in the process. He is going to prove his own dominance. And Matthew will cower and beg for his life, under his commanding powerful grip, one that will break every bone in his body.
* * * * *
Matthew lays back on the bed comfortably, scrolling though today’s news as he did daily. He hums softly to himself as Amanda lays curled up to his side. Calmly, he runs a hand through her hair, his eyes are half shut as it is still early morning, the shining sun peeking behind the clouds. The beams of light slipping through the blinds and curtains, speckle the air in dazzling spots. The warmth of the sheets still linger on Matthew’s bare body, his muscles at ease. “Let’s see-” Matthew’s eyes slowly begin to adjust and lock onto the bold text of a news headline.
His hand stops dead in Amanda’s hair, gripping onto it now slightly, as the words of the headline penetrate Matthew’s morning slumbering mind. ‘Jayd O'Donoghue Wakes After 3 Month Coma’. Matthew’s mouth suddenly feels dry and his palms begin to sweat. He closes his eyes, reminding himself to take a few easy breaths. His breaths are shallow as his chest heaves slowly in and out, and slowly his anticipation begins to melt away. He tries to use some logic.
He knows it’s very unlikely that Jayd has 100% of his memories back after just snapping out of a coma, perhaps he can use that to his advantage. Then again, this is Jayd. Not some normal person with a stable mind. Jayd won’t be any danger to him and Amanda, Matthew reassures himself again. After all, he is in a hospital, and is probably grateful to Matthew for saving his life if anything.
Matthew sighs once again, his shaky and unsteady hand running along Amanda’s back. “It’s going to be okay.” Matthew’s soft and mellow tone of reassurance to himself carries to Amanda as well. “Hey wake up, kitten.” Matthew hunches over her, his phenomenally muscular chest exposed. “Come on,” Matthew coos as he whispers into Amanda’s ear, sprinkling it with gentle kisses. “We are going back home today. Back to the apartment remember?”
Amanda huffs as she turns on her side away from him. She is hoping to get a few more minutes of rest in, but knows better than to refuse Matthew like that.
“Now, now. Don’t be like that.” Matthew’s soft hands move over, pulling her from the protection of the sheets and blankets.
A cute yawn escapes her, the sound, a breathy whimper. She curls up further in his arms, exploiting his kind approach. She knows the limits to which she can defy him, only too well at this point.
Matthew holds Amanda close, “The helicopter is already waiting, come on button.” He sighs gently before picking her up. “You’re lucky I have a busy d
ay ahead of me. Now, wake up and get dressed.”
Amanda nods slowly. She now understands that Matthew is in a bit of a rush. His work is always away from her. She struggles out of his arms and stands, beginning to change into an outfit he chose the day before. It is a short bright lavender dress, framing her chest tightly, with lovely light fabric on the areas his eyes desire to see. By his standards, it is a ‘normal’ dress. Her hips, ass and shoulders clear to his gaze.
Matthew begins to get dressed as well. He puts on a fresh suit and a nice pair of boxers, finalizing his ritual with a nice pair of black shoes. The thoughts of the news headline run through his head, still. Today isn’t just about returning to work, he has to meet Jayd. Matthew knows that he needs to get to Jayd, before Nathan does or anyone else for that matter. Even the slightest thing can trigger a life-changing memory. But for the moment, he focuses on Amanda.
His tall frame walks out of the bedroom doors and Amanda follows at his side, her head down, in submission. The lush gardens of the house, give off a calm, serene view. Although Matthew keeps his stress locked up, Amanda still seems to sense it. Neither of them speaks a word about it, however, it lingers. The unmentioned menace. The helicopter stands flawlessly on its landing pad on the side of the house. The pathway leading up to it is made of well-kept cobblestone, and the clack of Matthew’s dress shoes echoes. With the help of staff, the two board with ease.
The vessel is an exceptionally luxurious cabin, only right for the O’Donoghue‘s. A family whose pockets are lined with nothing but filthy rich bank notes. Matthew plops down on the plush leather seat, Amanda doing the same beside him. Matthew snaps his fingers, and her attention falls immediately on him. “You are to stay inside the mansion, as you usually do when I am at work. However, I do not want a repeat of last time.’’
The aforementioned ‘last time’ is still ever fresh in Amanda‘s mind. She went against Matthew’s commands. She didn’t want to in the first place, but Emily convinced her to come along with her to shop for clothes. Matthew did not know of Amanda’s sustained close relationship with Emily before then. To him, of course, it was likely they were still keeping in touch, but not with the same energy they once had. Especially after the whole fiasco with the previous dominant and submissive relationships. He was wrong, however. After disobeying Matthew’s order that day, not only was she punished severely, but was also made to spill the truth on her relationship with Emily. He always considered that, one of the most important lessons for his submissive slaves. They must always tell the truth and constantly let him know of their activities. It was not an option.
Amanda nods slowly, as she buckles her seatbelt after Matthew. “Good girl.’’ His recognition and praise always has such a gleaming effect on her. She smiles gratefully, and looks up at him with pride. He leans back in the seat, closes his eyes, and relaxes his head on the chair. The engines soon roar to a start, and they are quickly on their way. On their way back to their normal lives, back to the grind of work, and away from their weekend vacation. The tension of what Jayd will do still lingers with Matthew.
CHAPTER 2:
ATTEND
Amanda and Matthew soon return to the mansion, the house is desolate as he leads her inside. She sits on the couch. Curling up, she begins to relax. Matthew grabs a few of his work supplies, heading towards the front door again to leave, “Remember, no leaving here. I have a lot to do today, especially with some-’’ Matthew cuts himself off, smiles quickly and heads out.
She is worried about his odd behavior, but reassures herself that he will be alright. He has always been. She sighs as she cuddles into a ball on the couch. Maybe resting a bit would be good. The rides in the helicopter were always tiring and she knows she would have to care for Matthew once he returned home from work. Care for him in more ways than one, relieving him of his stress. Perhaps a massage will be in order, yes, she decides she will surprise her master with that.
* * * * *
Matthew is not focused on heading back to his office building to lead his team through the chaos of finances and stocks for another day. He is focused on going to the hospital, and drives as fast as he can, running through several red lights. He needs to get to Jayd before Nathan, before the police. Every second and every minute counts. The tires screech as he slams his brakes hard. With a skillful swerve he drifts into his parking position. He is surprised he still has his touch after all those years of being driven around.
Stepping out of the car, the door bangs behind him. Hitting his custom car too hard, is the least of his worries, as the adrenaline pumps through him. He storms into the reception of the hospital, and there are a few patients around; it is still early.
His cocky and quick trot brings him to the receptionist’s desk. He leans with his palm on the sign-in sheet, carelessly.
“Excuse me sir.” The short and plump woman behind the desk speaks up, her voice shrill from his imposing stature. Her glasses look like they will fall off the bridge of her nose, as she inches closer to Matthew in bravery.
“Yes?” Matthew’s impatience and frustration shines through.
“You have to sign in-’’ She looks downwards, as she carefully begins to move Matthew’s hand from the sheet. “Just like everyone else…” She adds meekly to in slight resistance to his building rage.
Matthew lowers his glare to her, leaning less on the desk now, he nods. He takes the cheap plastic pen and scribbles out his name, the date and time. He draws a few calm breaths then looks up again, his shoulders laid back, and the worry melts from his face. He regains control. “I am here to see my brother, Jayd O’Doungue.”
The nurse smiles as she notices the change in his demeanor. A look she was only too familiar with from patients’ close family. But something throws her off about Matthew, something that irks her. Perhaps it was the air of what had happened behind the scenes. “Of course,” Her concern leads her to make the next statement. “It is a policy that you may only spend 30 minutes alone with patients who are in a critical state, such as Jayd.” She quickly plasters a smile on.
Matthew nods, he seems to buy the makeshift story. After all, he couldn’t threaten a receptionist in front of everyone else. It would be devastating for his reputation. And worse still if Jayd begins spreading rumors about him, rumors about CRAVE or- The worries begin to well up in him. At this point, the young receptionist types on her keyboard to look for Jayd’s file, hunting for his room number. The continuous clicking of the keys and a heavy cough in the room are enough to make Mathew snap. His left eye begins to twitch, “His room?” Matthew chokes out in question.
The receptionist nods and speaks up, her eyes still locked on the screen reading over the details of Jayd’s file. She wonders what could have happened between the celebrity brothers, and if anything why Jayd was not in a hospital that was more upper-class. Her eyes scan the screen several times trying to make sense of it. She is entirely oblivious to Matthew’s building anger, and doesn’t even look up when he speaks, but simply mutters back. “Room 311.”
“That’s all I needed to hear.” Matthew walks out of the reception and heads down the hall, scouring for an elevator, and hoping that whatever horribly sick people lurked in this dreadful building, won’t spread their illness to him. He never cared for hospitals, and extracts his handkerchief from his pocket, cleans the button, before pressing it.
The heavy doors pull open allowing him entry. He steps inside, and repeats the cleaning ritual for the third floor button. The elevator ramps up and soon a ding as the doors drag open again, Matthew steps out into the hall, and the doors shut behind him, the elevator left to its faithful routine, he couldn’t care less.
His stride carries him down the hall, his eyes running across the room numbers. “311, 311,” He repeatedly whispers to himself. The halls are not well lit, and appear quite dim for a hospital. There are no scurrying doctors in sight, not a sound of patients. For a moment, he feels they are all dead. From being held back from family “for their
own good”. From lack of proper care due to their insurance. Matthew knows well what troubles herald the medical industry. A shame he thinks, but he can’t focus on his pity for Jayd and the others. He can only think of preventing Jayd from doing anything foolish.
The walls are a bleak white, and the smell of bleach and antibacterial chemicals permeate the air. It is nauseating. Eventually, his eyes linger over the pale green room number that reads, “311”. He is unsure of how to approach Jayd exactly. Does Jayd still remember him? Of course he will, Matthew is his brother after all. He stands in front of the door to the room, motionless as he runs a plan of action through his mind. He knows he has to do this and finally, knocks on the door.
CHAPTER 3:
ACTIVATE
Jayd’s muffled voice is heard from inside, he sounds weak, perhaps even a bit scared and overwhelmed, thinks Matthew. He has just woken up from a coma, and just like any other human being, it should be difficult to cope with. He opens the door cautiously, making sure to be as quiet as he possibly can. No need to wreak more havoc on his recovering brother.
His brother’s voice addresses him, “Hello brother.” Odd, Matthew thinks. He has never called him that before, but nonetheless, he stands next to him without fear.
“Hello Jayd, how are you feeling? It’s unfortunate that you were subject to a coma from such an accident. I do hope you remember Nathan and just me.” Matthew has always been a good actor, and he does a good job at showing concern.
Jayd looks up at Matthew, with the ache in his weak body. He knows his mind is strong. And with his mental strength, he can have the most amazing physical strength as well. He just needs time. “Yes, I remember things quite well.” There is a slight drag in Jayd’s voice that suggests that he is still truly intent on bringing Matthew down.
Matthew nods as he edges closer to the hospital bed. He hums nonchalantly, tracing his fingers along the cold metal of the bed frame. “I did miss you Jayd, and I hope everything between us is forgiven. I did save your life, after all.” Matthew’s tone is condescending even if he doesn’t realize it himself.