She pushed the door open with her shoulder, and flipped on the light. She caught sight of his bed, and wondered when it had last been slept in given that every night she locked him up inside the vault. The thought of what he must go through on a nightly basis was entirely too much for her to bear.
She closed off her mind from all thoughts save those of the immediate task before her. If she thought about it any further, it would rob her of her ability to do what she needed to.
With an immense degree of effort, and with Owen's limp body still leaning on her, she threw back the sheets. As gently as she could, she laid Owen down onto the surface of the bed, sighing with relief that she'd at last been freed of his weight. She shrugged her shoulders a bit, trying to work out the kinks in her spine, then she gently pulled the covers over Owen's naked form, tucking him snugly into bed. She stared at him for a moment, his skin still spattered with Fletcher's blood.
Some deeply buried maternal instinct made her feel like leaning in and planting a kiss on Owen's forehead before departing, but she thought better of it, and moved slowly away from the bed. She paid the exhausted billionaire one final glance, flipped off the light, and closed the door behind her.
As she made her way down the hall she realized she was on the alert for signs of Fletcher's body. The odd blood spatter she found made her feel increasingly nauseated. Owen had done a considerable amount of damage to the penthouse as well, with doors knocked in, a window was cracked, and furnishings either crushed or flipped over in nearly every room she walked through.
A clock with a busted LED screen lay upside down on the floor, and she saw from the sight of it that was only about 4:30 in the morning, and she let out a sigh as she picked it up, and set it on top of a stand that somehow hadn't been knocked over during Owen's rampage.
“Shit,” she said, wishing morning would get here already, and not knowing what the hell she should do now.
A creature of habit, she decided to go and make a pot of coffee. She poured herself a cup of strong, black coffee, nearly drinking the entire mug in a single gulp. She sat for a moment at the kitchen table, dazedly looking around at all the damage as the caffeine sank in.
Jones is going to have one hell of a time dealing with all this, she thought to herself, and then she remembered, Jones!
He usually came in around 5:30 or so, before she was up to unlock Owen's chamber. She contemplated what she should do. On one hand, she really needed help and maybe he would know what to do. On the other hand, it wasn’t possible to guess if Jones actually knew about all of this. What if he was oblivious to Owen's secret as she had been? What would he think, turning up to a destroyed house, covered in blood?
In an attempt to protect Owen as best she could, Brooke decided to go with her gut. She rang Jones before he would have had time to get there, and did her best not to sound as high strung as she felt.
“Hey, Jones, this is Brooke. Listen, Mr. Philips told me he wanted me to call you this morning, and give you the day off. What? Oh, no.... No, Jones, of course you didn't do anything wrong. Really... No, he didn't tell me why, he just said for me to let you know before you came in. I can ask him why if you want, once he's up... Okay then... I'll do that. Don't worry about it though, everything's just fine here. Enjoy your day off now.”
She ended the call, and let out a tremendous sigh as she looked at the surrounding destruction.
This is going to be a very, very long day.
11
Slowly, Owen opened his eyes. The room was out of focus for a moment, and he was so unaccustomed at this point to sleeping in his own bedroom that he struggled to identify where he was. Orange light was creeping into the room through the curtains, and slowly Brooke's face was becoming clear, shifting into focus.
Owen let out a groan, clutching his forehead, but a smile spread across his lips for a moment. Seeing her there, waiting for him, was like witnessing an angel at his bed side.
“Good morning,” he said, in a gravelly voice, and his throat felt incredibly dry.
“It's evening,” said Brooke, and she couldn't help but smile back in spite of the circumstances. Owen turned to look at the window, long enough to realize it was a sunset he was currently witnessing, rather than sunrise.
“Shit,” he said.
Brooke placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it tenderly. He looked off into space for a moment, before turning to her with a worried look in his eyes.
“I... You know now, don't you? About me.”
Brooke stared at him for a long moment, getting lost in his gaze. She nodded then, looking down, and feeling a little bit embarrassed. “I know,” she confirmed, and he put his head in his hands.
“Damn it,” he groaned. “Damn all of it.”
Brooke felt helpless, and afraid, but she continued to try and be as supportive as she could be.
“Do you want to talk about it? I'm here to listen if you do.”
He shook his head, his palms pressed against his eyes, but continued to speak anyway. “I - I don't know how much longer I can do this. This has been happening to me, all of my life. I don't know why I was born this way, how it happened. But it's getting harder and harder for me to control it.” He swallowed hard, and Brooke could faintly hear the thumping of his heart in his ears, which was becoming ridiculously loud at this point.
“I've been keeping this from everyone, for so long. I'm sure you've figured this out on your own by now, but this is why I hired you. To lock me up at night, and keep me away whenever I lose control.”
“Why not Jones?” She asked, voicing a question she’d been wondering since the morning.
“Jones knows about me, of course. He's been working for me for a while now, and I've trusted him enough to let him know about my condition. I would have told you as well in time, but... God, how I wish it hadn't happened this way.” Tears began to pour from the corners of his eyes, and Brooke looked away, not wanting to embarrass him. “Jones never... I don't know, I just thought, maybe, someone besides Jones might be able to soothe me more whenever I got like that. If that makes sense. You, and your demeanor - I knew from the moment I saw you that you were perfect. I still went through the transformations, but they weren't as bad as they used to be before you came along. I guess, honestly, I should have told you the truth, but I couldn’t. And God, now all this... What kind of a monster am I?”
He looked at her now, his eyes welling up, and he seemed ashamed to speak to her. “That man you were with. I -I'm so sorry.” The tears spilled over, and fell down along his face.
“He was—” Brooke began to mutter, trying to ease his conscience. She couldn't pretend that Fletcher's murder was sitting well with her by any means, but she couldn't stand to see the pain in Owen’s eyes. “He was... Raping me,” she said, and her voice broke. “If you hadn't come, he... Oh, God.” She put her head in her hands, sobbing, and then looked up at him again after several moments. “What did you do with him?”
Owen's voice tightened. “He-he's gone. No one's going to find him.”
She could tell he was struggling to keep it together with this confession, but then he broke down again, into a fit of convulsions.
“I'm such a freak. What the hell did I do? Why the hell did I—”
But Brooke stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder. She smiled at him through her tears.
“You were protecting me. Like the alpha that you are.” She swallowed hard, trying for a moment to decide the truth in her feelings. “And I'm not afraid of you...”
They stared, for a long moment into one another's eyes. Owen's jaw quivered, as though he couldn't decide whether to act on that which was so clearly burning beneath his surface at that moment.
Then he took the plunge. Brooke closed her eyes, leaning into him as well, and their lips melted together.
He tasted as wonderful as she remembered, her head going light as they inhaled one another. Their nostrils flared as they held steadily in place, for what felt like several minutes
. Then, at last, they pulled slightly apart, just enough to take in a single breath each before they were back together again. Again and again their mouths suctioned and popped together, the two of them separating just long enough for air before clamping right back down, their heads spinning as the moments progressed. She placed a hand on his broad, heaving chest, and he cradled her chin in his hand as he pushed his tongue around inside her cheeks. Moans blossomed up from inside her, and she could feel herself growing hotter and hotter beneath his touch.
Somehow knowing what he was unleashed something primal inside her. A primitive desire that she couldn't suppress. Their tongues twisted together, and she could see him hardening up beneath the blankets, his cock stiffening and causing the bedspread to pulse with his desire.
She couldn't help but pull away from him at last, smiling at his arousal, and he smiled back at her with surprising shyness.
“Come on,” she said, in a seductive voice. “Let's go get you cleaned up.”
She pulled back the bedspread, and took him by the hand. He seemed hesitant for a moment, but when she pulled him along he followed obediently, stepping up from the bed.
She didn't make eye contact with him as she led him to the bathroom, and closed the door behind them. He stood, naked, by the door, and watched as she turned on the water of the shower, the room filling up with steam. She remained turned away from him as she began to undress. She reached for the hem of her blouse, pulling it up over her head, and he savored the bouncing of her locks as they settled back down into place. She unhooked her bra between her shoulder blades, then slid the straps down along her shoulders, at last peeling the cups from her breasts. Her naked spine appeared delectable in that moment, dripping with sweat, and leading his eyes down along her body.
She brought her fingers to the waistline of her skirt, and doubled herself over, sliding it down to around her ankles. Then she immediately reached back up, hooking her fingers into the waistline of her panties.
He grew harder as she bent down at the waist, revealing her supple, voluptuous buttocks, followed by the glorious, glazed pecan of her vagina revealed between her thighs.
He swallowed, his mind only on one thing.
At last, Brooke straightened and turned slowly to face him. He found her astonishing in her raw nudity. Her full breasts were hypnotic, her soft curves soothed the beast in him, and his body was ready for her, needing her far more than he could ever have imagined needing someone.
“Are you sure?” He asked, remembering the first time they had come together.
She smiled at this, and didn't say a word in response. Instead, she sauntered slowly up to him, bouncing those wonderful hips of hers, making him ache for her as she made her way toward the door. By way of response, she pressed her entire body up against him, and planted a single, long kiss on his lips.
He grew dizzy for a moment, blinking when at last she pulled away. Then she took him by the hand, pulling him along like a dog on a leash toward the shower. His eyes remained focused on the perfect movement of her buttocks as they moved across to the bathroom, and slipped into the door of the shower.
Blood poured off Owen's skin in abundance, circling down the drain, gradually revealing a spotless body beneath the surface. Brooke began to dab away at his flesh with a sponge, soaping it up and then rubbing it tenderly across his wounds, making him wince and then sigh with pleasure. He loved the look of her wet hair as she moved around beneath the shower, her curves glistening as she went.
Satisfied he was completely clean, Brooke stepped back to inspect her handiwork properly. He felt gratified and turned on like hell as she gawked shamelessly at him. She licked her lips as her eyes tumbled over his broad, sculpted pectoral muscles, to the agonizing rungs of his six pack abdominals. Then, those perfect, sweeping V-lines of his Adonis muscles, pointing like an arrow to his treasure down below the belt, long and veiny, bouncing between his legs.
He could see in her eyes that she wanted him. He found he could no longer resist the primal urges raging so ferociously beneath the surface. He barreled over to her and she received him gladly, allowing herself to be pressed up against the wall, smothered beneath his intense weight. She moaned with desire as his soaking anatomy pinned her against the tiles, and his hard, swollen penis ground up against her stomach. He placed his hands on her ass and pulled her up by the buttocks, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed deeper than ever, tongues wrestling, sliding around one another, the inhibitions of that first failed attempt at romance all gone now that there were no more secrets between the two of them.
He ravished her, swallowing her up like the animal that he was, pushing her to the brink and then beyond it, her body on fire for him. She moaned repeatedly with pleasure, and shivered when he brought his hands up to her breasts, squeezing them hard, kneading them like dough. With one hand, he reached down between her legs and began to rub the delicate folds of her pussy in a way that left her reeling with ecstasy.
“Oh yes... Yes... Yes!”
She reached over to him in turn, wrapping her fingers around his monster cock, and began to stroke his shaft. Long, hard strokes, dredging the flesh from tip to base and back again, faster and faster, loving the pleasure which this motion bestowed upon him. He leaned in, and kissed her neck, sinking his teeth in.
She squeaked with delight, and could no longer resist him. She wanted him so damn badly, and needed him desperately.
Once he'd pulled his face away from her, she began to run kisses down along his body. She kissed his neck, then his chest, biting on his nipples, rougher than he did to her. He liked this, and she smiled as she continued down along him, pecking along the washboard surface of his stomach.
She stooped down at last onto her knees, and slowly ran her tongue in a circle around the base of his penis, lapping up his clean shaven pubes. She brought her mouth down between his legs, taking his testicles into her mouth, and then slid her tongue out, lapping along the underside of his shaft. At last she parted her jaws wide and blew her warm breath on him. Her lips dissolved around his engorged purple tip, and her nostrils flared as she pushed steadily along him, swallowing his long veiny penis along the crook of her throat.
He savored the heat, the wetness of her perfect throat as at last she touched down against him, holding steadily in place for seconds on end. Slowly, she began to pull back up along him, building up an immense suction as she moved along to his engorged purple tip. She snapped her lips off of him, then swallowed him back up again, this time plunging him even deeper down into her neck than before. He sighed with pleasure as she sucked him off, her lips pushing in and out along him, making his knees weak, the sight of her breasts bouncing with the movement of her body too much for him to bear.
He placed his hand on the crown of her skull, holding her wet hair tightly in his fist like a set of reigns. She loved the pain it caused her, the dominance of her alpha, and he began to control the rhythm of the blowjob himself. He face fucked her into oblivion now, giving a new meaning to the phrase deep throating as he hurled his cock, balls deep, down into her windpipe. She struggled to breathe, the fluids dredging up from her throat and dripping down along her chin, her tits bouncing more wildly than ever, until at last he hurled himself into her one final time, and held steadily in place.
He pulled himself slowly back out, and she remained on her knees with her mouth wide open as he came on her. Claiming her as his property, he slathered her with ejaculate, drenching her cheeks, her nose, her eyelashes, letting it shoot onto her tongue until every last drop was exhausted. Finally, she leaned in and gave his cock a couple of last, delectable sucks, before rising back up and kissing him on the mouth. She passed his sperm into his open lips, and the load passed several times between the two of them as they kissed beneath the water of the shower.
Finally she swallowed the remainder of his essence, feeling utterly his, and loving the mentality of having been made into his slave. Owen continued the game, taking control of the
events by setting the pace and dictating what took place.
He kissed her several more times, before commanding her to turn off the shower. Then they stepped out, drying each other off, unable to keep their hands off one another.
They emerged naked from the bathroom, and Brooke attempted to pull him along to his bedroom. Owen held firmly to the spot and tugged her in the opposite direction. A smile spread wide across her lips as she read his mind.
They stepped into the vault where she locked him up every evening, and he set the lock to a timer so that they wouldn't be trapped in the room. The door closed behind him, and he led her over to the table where she regularly chained him up.
This time however, it was her that was spread out upon its surface, sprawled out on her back, shivering as he put his hands all over her. He locked her wrists and ankles in chains, laying her out spread-eagled. Her breasts heaved in anticipation of what he had in store for her.
He climbed up on top of her, his penis stiff again as it rubbed against her body. He bent down toward her as though to kiss her and she leaned up to receive him, but was stopped just short by the chains. He hovered there, inches from her lips, his warm breath blowing into her, and a smile spread across her lips at his torment.
“Wipe that grin off your face,” he said, as he reached down between her legs, and put four of his fingers deep into her vagina. She shrieked with pleasure, caught by surprise, and her buttocks clenched as he began to rub her.
“Oh God... Yes... Yes... Yes,” she moaned.
Suddenly he stopped, leaving her just short of her target. She let out a sigh of disappointment, her body sinking down beneath the chains, but she knew damn well that this was what he wanted. She smiled up at him, shivering and panting like a beast, but he didn't smile back. With a completely straight, domineering face, he reached for her and pushed his wet fingers into her lips. She closed her eyes, and tasted her own fluids on him, savoring her flavor. At last, when her heart was beating like a hummingbird, he pulled his fingers out, leaving her jaw hanging open and her eyelids half-closed.
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