Take Me
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After she grabbed a pair of designer flats that looked like she might be able to move quickly in them and not break her neck, she walked over to the door, grabbed the handle, and twisted it. Thank God it opened silently. She pulled the heavy wood open only enough for her to slip through, and then closed it once more. The sound of the grandfather clock that was in the foyer ticked down the seconds, but as if a warning bell had gone off it chimed as it struck midnight. Ruby didn’t know if it would even wake Gavin, but she wasn’t about to find out. She tore off down the hallway, the thick, oriental-style runner beneath her feet making her footsteps soundless. Gripping the banister of the stairs, she took them two at a time, but when she got to the last one she tripped over her feet and fell to the hard marble landing. A hiss escaped her as pain exploded in her kneecaps, but she pushed the discomfort away and scrambled up. The massive double doors that promised her escape were only a few feet away, and she limped over to them. Taking hold of the cold, brass handle with one hand and unlocking the three separate locks with her other, she pulled the heavy door open. A gust of wind whipped by her and moved her hair in front of her face, momentarily blocking her vision. The sound of the door upstairs opening and slamming against the wall, and of the hard, heavy footsteps of Gavin coming for her had her already erratic fear increasing tenfold.
She ran down the stone steps, but all that was in front of her was flat, manicured lawn. He would surely see her, especially with the moon full and shining a silvery glow that illuminated everything. She only thought about that for a second before taking off to the left, where there was a forest made up of thin, willowy trees. The trunks were thin, not able to offer much in terms of hiding spots, but it was certainly better than the grassy land that was her other option. She ran as fast and hard as she could, and although she shouldn’t have looked over her shoulder, she needed to see where he was at.
He was moving quickly toward her, still a good distance away, but if she didn’t focus and pick up her pace he would catch her. Her shoes were horrible for running, and with the thick vegetation below her, the almost spidery branches from the trees acting as arms trying to keep her prisoner, Ruby wasn’t gaining as much ground as she would have liked. But for as much crying as she had done since being taken, the tears still came, fast, hard, and salty hot. Her vision blurred, and her breath came out of her in hard, frantic pants. All she could think about was escape, and about finding someone that might be able to help her. She had to have hope that there was something for her out there, and that there was someone that could empathize with her and save her life.
The sound of his feet crunching right behind her had Ruby moving faster, but she tripped over the tangle of fallen branches, losing one of her shoes in the process. She glanced over her shoulder again, and a scream left her when she saw how close he was. He only wore his suit slacks, and although his feet were also bare, as was his chest, he was moving swiftly toward her with a dark, determined expression on his face. He was mad, livid, and she could feel those emotions come from him like a whip along her tender flesh. Despite her fear, and of the horrifying images of what he would do when he caught her, a warm gush of moisture left her pussy. That had her screaming out and crying harder. This was a race for her life and sanity, a time when arousal should have been the furthest thing from her mind, yet she was getting turned on by him chasing her.
She stumbled forward again and lost her other shoe, but she pressed on. Her feet hurt something fierce since she no longer had the protection of her shoes, and her arms burned from the thin, almost razor-sharp branches that surrounded her. But for as fast and hard as she was trying to escape, she knew she wouldn’t.
She felt the presence of his big body right behind her, and swore she felt the humid heat of his breath on the nape of her neck. Ruby screamed and kicked out when he wrapped an arm around her middle and hauled her right off her feet. She thrashed and cursed, trying in vain to get out of his ironclad hold, but it was no use.
“Calm down, Ruby. All you’re doing is tiring yourself out.” The rage in his voice was barely suppressed, and she shook harder.
“Fuck you.” She thrashed some more. “Fuck you and your sick, demented mind.” He had his other arm around her chest and she lowered her head and sunk her teeth in his forearm. He cursed and gripped her chin in a painful hold.
“You’re a young lady, and should watch your fucking mouth.”
He turned her around and stared at her with eyes that looked so damn frightening she closed her mouth and felt her eyes widen. He let go of her chin, lifted her up, and had her thrown over his shoulder in a matter of seconds.
“You’re sick, you bastard.” Ruby pounded on his back and kicked at his chest. He suddenly stopped, and the jarring motion had her stopping as well, surprise and fear filling her. Keeping her over his shoulder, he lifted her dress over her ass. A gasp left her as the wind picked up and caused goose bumps to form on her exposed flesh. Before she could scream or struggle he brought his palm right down on one of her bare cheeks. A soundless cry left her at the sting he inflicted, because that had not been a gentle spank. It had been full of force, full of his anger, and clearly punishment for her running. He brought his palm down once more, this time just as hard as the last. She didn’t hold in her scream this time.
“You’ll be calm, or I’ll have no fucking problem in throwing you on the ground right here and taking your virginity in the dirt like some kind of animal.” He didn’t say anything else for several seconds, and she knew it was because he wanted her to really think about what he had just said. Although she had seen him lose his temper earlier, he had spoken now in such a calm and collected manner—despite the profanity—that it was far scarier than any time before. “Do you understand me, Princess?” Ruby couldn’t talk, couldn’t even breathe as her flesh grew red hot from his palm and a tingling became almost too much too handle between her thighs, but she nodded because she didn’t want to be hit again. “I can be good to you, Ruby, or I can show you exactly what it means to really fear me. Because what I have shown you right now is nothing. The choice is yours on how I react.” He was striding forward again, but she didn’t fight it, and hung there like a ragdoll about to get tossed in the flames of hell.
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Gavin’s blood pumped fast through his veins. He was hot from anger and aroused from chasing Ruby through the woods. He strode into his room, kicked the door shut with his foot so hard that when it slammed the pictures on the walls shook from the force. Ruby had stopped her struggles, but her body was tense against his. He tossed her on the bed and she bounced twice on the mattress before scrambling backward. She was now pressed against the headboard, staring at him with a blush covering her cheeks, and a light sheen of perspiration on her face from her attempt to escape him.
She was scared, no doubt about that, but he also knew she was aroused. He had smelled her arousal when he was walking out of the woods. Her ass had been right by his face, her cunt just inches from his mouth. It had taken a lot of self-control for him not to deliver on the threat of throwing her to the dirty ground in the woods and fucking the shit out of her.
For several seconds all he did was stare at her. There were a lot of filthy things playing through his mind on what he wanted to do to her. Of course he had expected her to run, had anticipated it. He had been hard just thinking about it, waiting for her to run so he could chase her. His cock throbbed behind the fly of his slacks, and adrenalin and endorphins were steadily filling every part of his body. He had meant to wait before he took her, to be gentle with her for the first time. He could be brutal, but he wouldn’t be cruel. She was already high on her fear of the situation and especially of him, but after her little escape attempt he needed to show her that he was the one in control.
“W-What do you plan on doing to me?” Her voice wavered, and although her body trembled, she no longer cried.
“A lot of things, darling.” She glanced around the room frantically. “Don’t worry, Ruby, I won’t d
o anything to you that you won’t ultimately enjoy.” She was already shaking her head before he finished. “But I shouldn’t allow you to get any kind of pleasure for disobeying me.” He took a step toward the bed. “Although I do so love to see you come undone.”
“I won’t enjoy anything you give me.”
He chuckled softly and let his eyes move along her barely covered body. The branches had torn parts of her dress, and as she wore no undergarments beneath it, flashes of her peach-colored skin greeted him.
“So those two orgasms I gave you in the kitchen were you not enjoying what I have to give?” He walked over to his closet and opened it. He heard her shifting on the bed and looked over at her. “I suggest you sit right there, Ruby.” He kept his voice low.
“Okay.” She whispered that one word. He nodded and turned back toward his closet. The light clicked on automatically and he stepped inside. He instantly let his gaze land on the dark box sitting on the top shelf. He stepped inside the closet and walked over to it, snatching it off the shelf. The weight was heavy in his hands, and his balls drew up tight at the thought of the items inside.
As soon as he had purchased her he had made the call to procure the specific items in the box he now held. Adelbert and Drika, the two servants that ran the estate, were out for the evening, and that was perfect because he wanted a still and silent house for when he made Ruby scream.
He turned back toward her, saw her eyeing the box, and moved until he stood right beside the bed. “When I saw you on that stage I immediately thought how lovely you would look in pearls.” She knitted her brows, clearly confused by what he meant, but she would understand soon enough. “Take the dress off, Ruby.” She didn’t obey right way, but his patience had long since run its course. “Now.” Her eyes widened at the harsh way he said that word, but she did obey. “Good girl.” She sat up so she was on her knees, and pulled the dress off, but instantly covered her breasts with one arm and placed a hand over her mound. He shook his head. “You don’t cover yourself from me.” He stared directly into her eyes and purred in approval when she dropped her arms back to her sides. Her breasts were large for her small body, with nipples tipped pink. He let his gaze travel down to her smooth, flat belly, flared hips, and pussy, which was covered with a trimmed thatch of dark hair. There was more hair there than he liked, but that was easy enough to take care of at a later date.
“Please.” She said softly. “I’m afraid of you.”
He smiled. His cock surged forward, throbbing from his pulse. “You should be.” He moved closer and she scooted back, but stayed on the bed. He set the box down and opened the lid. Inside there were several strands of pearls and a small one-strip leather whip. Gavin had never been one for hardcore BDSM, but there were certain aspects that he did enjoy that could be construed as such. He took out the items and set them on the bed. Ruby eyed them with a wary expression. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.” It took her a second to comply, but she did, albeit slowly. “I realize that I shouldn’t have been so lenient with you.” He glanced up at her. She was staring at the items on the bed, but she must have felt his stare because she looked up at him.
He picked up the strand of pearls that had been reinforced to his specifications. “I have to be gentle with you, because you are very fragile, even if you like to show your strength.” He ran the pads of his fingers over the smooth, creamy roundness of the beads. “I had this specifically made for you, had it rushed to our home before we got here. I just know you’re going to look gorgeous in them.”
“You want me to wear a necklace?”
“Yes, Ruby, but not around your neck.” He placed a knee on the bed and moved closer to her. Her breasts slightly shook from the jarring motion of him moving along the mattress, and his dick throbbed painfully.
“I don’t understand.” Ruby still had a flush on her cheeks, but it also spread down to her chest and covered the big mounds of her breasts. Without answering, Gavin took hold of her hands and lifted them above her head. He unclasped the strand of pearls, wrapped them around both of her wrists, and secured them to the slates of the headboard.
“Do you understand now, Ruby?” He leaned over her, making sure the pearls were secure enough that she couldn’t get out of them, but that they didn’t cut off circulation. “I had these made so I can restrain you, and do whatever I wish to your body.” He sat back and watched her struggle slightly, testing the strength of them. “They can’t be broken, and will do nicely to keep you right where I want you.” He ran his fingers over the line of her jaw, down her neck and over her collarbones. He stopped right before he made contact with her breasts. She breathed out hard, and the action caused those gloriously plump mounds to rise and fall.
Her nipples were hard and seeming to strain for his touch. His mouth watered for another taste, but he stopped right before he made contact with her smooth, quivering flesh. He was tormenting her as much as he was himself. What he wanted to do was bring his palm down on her skin, over and over again until every part of her was a vibrant red from his erotic abuse. He wanted his handprints marking her body like a primal claiming, and wanted to hear her beg for more.
“Do you want me to suck one of these hard little nipples into my mouth, Princess?” When he spoke his lips brushed along the taut peak, and although she didn’t respond he didn’t miss the way she clenched her thighs together. Turning his head to the side and looking up at her, he was surprised to see the clear arousal on her face. He knew that she was probably having an internal debate, not knowing if she should give into her desires, or to fight him with everything inside of her. But because she didn’t answer him he leaned back, and didn’t miss the very small noise that left her.
“This is sick, tying me up like this, trying to make me think that I want this.” She strained against the pearls once more. “I won’t, you know. I will never want this, or you.” He cocked an eyebrow and turned to grab the strip of leather. Curling his hand around the handle, he tested the weight in his palm. This also had been custom made, with an ivory inlaid handle and butter-soft leather. Being wealthy had many advantages.
“This will make a beautiful sound hitting your flesh, and an even more attractive sight when the red lines appear.” She screamed out for help, thrashed back and forth, and tried desperately to free herself. He watched her, and only when he sensed her start to grow weary did he tsk. “It is only you and me here, darling.” She kept her legs closed tightly, and he had a pretty good idea as to why. Gavin wrapped his hand around one of her thighs, feeling her muscles tense as she prepared herself for what he was about to do, but he paid no mind to her resistance. He wrenched her leg out and looked down at her pussy. She was wet, so wet that her arousal glistened on her inner thighs. “I knew you were the perfect one for me.”
Gavin had to adjust himself between her thighs so he could force her legs to stay open. Sliding his hand up her inner leg, he ran a finger along the cleft of her pussy, gathering moisture at the tip and swirling it around the engorged bud of her clit. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts out as a strangled sound left her. “You like this.” She shook her head and clenched her teeth, so he added more pressure as he rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth. “Tell me how much you like this. Tell me it feels good.” She was still shaking her head, but her eyes were closed, her mouth was now open, and she made inarticulate sounds.
“Why are you doing this to me?” There was no heat behind her words, and it didn’t even sound like a real question. “This is so wrong.”
“No, darling, it isn’t. It is so right, and that is why it feels so good.” He rubbed her clit back and forth. Back and forth. “Quit fighting yourself and just enjoy it.” She was now lifting her hips, seeking more of his touch, and this pleased him immensely.
“Please.” She sobbed, but there were no tears. “Why are you doing this?” she asked again.
“Why am I doing this?” She slowly opened her eyes, licked those lips that were made to suck his dick,
and nodded. “Because you are like me, Ruby. We are one and the same. What I need only you can give me, and what you need only I can give you.” He set the strip of leather on the bed beside him and used his free hand to unbutton his slacks and pull the zipper down. He wore no underwear and his dick sprang forth. He grabbed himself and stroked his cock from root to tip. “I get hard when you struggle, Ruby.” Twisting his other hand so he was now rubbing her clit back and forth with his thumb, he slipped a finger into her pussy. “And you get wet fighting me, making me get forceful, and feeling the pain I can give you because ultimately that is what gets you off.”
He just held his finger there, letting her feel the weight of it at her opening, and let go of his shaft to pick up the whip. The strip of leather was only about a foot in length, but that was all he needed for what he had planned. Lifting it high, he brought it down across her belly. She arched even further and cried out. He had no doubt it hurt like hell, but her nipples grew harder, her blush darkened, and a gush of moisture covered his hand. He brought the leather down once more, and watched in perverse pleasure as thin red lines appeared on her flesh. Over and over he rained it down on her, rubbing her clit back and forth, and keeping his finger at the entrance of her pussy at the same time.
“Oh, God.” Her eyes were big and he knew she was going to come, but he wanted her acknowledgment that she was his. He eased his ministrations and she made a tearless sob.