by Penelope Sky
I didn’t know what happened. One instant, we were combined together, sharing a vulnerable and tender moment. And in the next, he walked away. He turned off his heart and kicked me out of his mind. He pushed me away, drawing a line he never wanted me to cross.
A line he would never cross again.
Chapter Two
Crow
I stayed away from her for two days. She didn’t come near me either so our discomfort was mutual. She broke down some of my walls, so I erected new ones that were twice as high and three times as thick.
I didn’t like talking about my feelings. I didn’t like discussing shit that couldn’t be changed. I didn’t like wasting time on things that no longer mattered. But I was determined to break her spell, to bring her back to reality. I let my guard down to expose myself, to show her that some scars don’t heal. You just have to live with them.
But I made myself too vulnerable in the process.
I needed to reestablish our relationship. I was the master, and she was my slave. She was working off her debt so she could leave. That was it and nothing more.
On the third day, I visited her room and found her reading by the fire. She wore a white dress that exposed her petite shoulders. The light color looked perfect against her slightly olive skin. Living at my estate had exposed her to more sunlight than she was used to. The result was beautiful and glowing skin.
I wanted to fuck her all over again.
My sex drive had returned in full force. I wanted her—badly. I wanted to fuck all my depression away. I wanted to get lost in the moment with her. When she and I were together, I didn’t think about anything else but her slick pussy, the O she made with her mouth when she came, and the way she said my name as she screamed.
When she looked up at me, she knew exactly why I was there. She shut the book and met my gaze, looking just as fierce as she used to. Perhaps our last conversation had hardened her spine and made her realize she didn’t have it so bad—not as bad as I did.
I kneeled in front of her and grabbed her by the hips, dragging her forward until her chest was pressed to mine. I wanted to take her rough and hard. I wanted to make her scream from both the pain and the pleasure.
I pushed my hand into my pocket and pulled out five buttons. I dropped them on the cushion beside her, telling her exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to fuck that tight little asshole and make her scream again.
She eyed the buttons and felt them with her fingertips. “I want more.”
“More?” She wasn’t getting more buttons for an action she did for a lower price in the past. “You’ll take whatever I give you.” I yanked the front of her dress down, revealing her curvy tits. I immediately pressed my face into the valley and licked the skin.
She grabbed my shoulder and pushed me off. “No. I want to do something worth more buttons.”
It took a moment for me to understand what she wanted. My mind was focused on thing—and it was between her legs. “Like what?”
“Something expensive.” Her desire for freedom had returned and that turned me the fuck on. Her fire was back, raging with flames so hot they were blue. She was combative and hostile, her strength matching mine.
“I have something in mind worth twenty buttons. But I’m not sure you can handle it.”
“I can.” Her eyes didn’t hesitate. She kept her resolve, never caving in to the fear. She was determined to do it. She was determined to get out of there as quickly as possible.
“Then let me show you.”
***
We entered the playroom on the top floor. It was in the right hand corner of the mansion without a bedroom underneath. Soundproof walls kept the screams inside. Lars knew I had strange fetishes, but he didn’t know the extent of my dark obsession.
I pulled the leather straps from the ceiling and turned to her. I watched her expression, needing to know her reaction.
She stared at the apparatus blankly.
“I’m going to hang you from the ceiling. Then I’m going to flog you.” My cock hardened just at the thought. I wanted to hear her scream. I wanted to see her skin redden and welt. Then I wanted to fuck her.
She walked closer to the leather straps and stared at them. “Okay.” She lacked any fear whatsoever. Maybe she’d done this before with Bones. Maybe she felt safe with me.
“You’re sure?”
She nodded.
I was getting my way and my cock thickened. Twenty buttons was a high price, but it was worth the action. I yanked her dress off and dropped it to the floor. She only wore panties underneath so I removed those then kissed her skin everywhere. My mouth was desperate for her body. That clear skin would be marked with my strikes very soon.
My lips lathered her shoulders with kisses then I kneeled in front of her, moving my mouth to the area between her legs. I cherished her body everywhere, kneeling at her feet.
She breathed hard when she felt my mouth against her entrance. She dug her nails into my shoulders as she quietly moaned, loving the feeling of my strong tongue against her sensitive nub.
I couldn’t keep this up much longer. I wanted to hurt her—so much. I wanted to push this unbreakable woman to the limits. I wanted to apply the pressure without feeling the snap.
I positioned her arms above her head and locked her wrists within the leather. My chest was pressed to her back, and I loved the view. Her feet were still on the ground, and I stared at the curves of her body. She was blessed with a steep arch in her back, a delicious ass, and an hourglass waistline. Faint scars from her previous situation still marked the skin but I intended to cover them with my own. “The safe word is lace.” If she needed a way out, she had one. I just hoped she didn’t use it. “Say it.”
“Lace.”
I curved her face toward mine and kissed her. It was an aggressive kiss, the kind that involved tongue and teeth. I smacked her ass before I walked away. My hands found the rope, and I pulled her a few inches off the ground, the perfect height to fuck her later. I locked it in place then grabbed my flogger.
I stared at her ass and felt my excitement grow. “Ready, Button?” The nickname stuck to her like glue. From the first time I used it, it felt right. Even in the playroom, it was fitting.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I pressed.
She didn’t answer, defiant.
“Yes, master.” I’d never gotten her to say those words before. I’d never gotten her to admit she was mine. She’d given me her body but her mind would always belong to her. The fact I couldn’t break her made me want to do it even more.
“You’ll never be my master.”
I whipped her hard across her back, spanning from her shoulder to the opposite hip.
She winced at the bite. Her body moved with the momentum, swinging slightly.
“What did you say?”
Tears weren’t in her eyes, not yet. “You aren’t my master.”
I struck her again.
This time, she didn’t wince. She didn’t react in the slightest.
My respect grew. My obsession increased by tenfold. No woman had ever been in this room and remained silent. No woman had ever been able to put up with this kind of pain so proudly. They all broke—every single one.
I struck her again. “You will submit to me.”
Her only response was silence.
I struck her three times in a row, hitting her across the ass and the back of her legs. The skin reddened in response, becoming inflamed.
I couldn’t keep my excitement under control. I turned into a feral beast, carnal in nature and psychotic in desperation. My cock oozed with pre-cum and I wanted to be inside her. I didn’t even want to finish whipping her. All I wanted was her.
I threw the whip on the ground and tore off my sweatpants and boxers. If I didn’t get inside her that instant, I was going to explode. My dick was eager for her. If he had a voice, he would have screamed.
I turned her around to face me then wrapped her legs around my w
aist. When my fingers moved to her entrance, I found the moisture I’d been expecting. Her pussy was wet for me, drenched. She seemed to love receiving pain as much as I loved giving it.
I positioned myself at her entrance with my face pressed to hers. Her arms were pulled over her head and she was helpless to do anything but take me—and take me hard.
I pressed a hard kiss to her lips before I entered her in a swift move. She moaned into my mouth when she felt me stretch her apart. My lips remained glued to hers, but I couldn’t kiss her because she felt so good. I fell into her slickness, enjoying every thrust and every cry she gave me. “Fuck, this pussy...” I was obsessed beyond understanding. I thrived in my playroom and gave into the lustful obsession that plagued my body. I fucked her as hard as I could, losing all thought and reason.
“Crow...” My name escaped her lips like it usually did. She always said it with a sexy moan, full of ecstasy and unbridled passion. “Twist my nipples.” It was the first time she gave me a command.
I kept one hand on her ass and gave her what she wanted. I gave her the final push she needed to get off. I twisted her nipple harder than I normally did and she exploded around my dick.
Her hips immediately bucked into me, wanting more of my length. She wanted to be full of me, stretched to her breaking point. “God, yes.” She breathed against my mouth, her muffled screams becoming incoherent words.
My cock felt the flood of moisture that oozed between her legs. She got so wet for me, before I entered her and during. Heat flushed through my body as I pounded into her. Her defenseless body hung from the ceiling, her left nipple was red and inflamed, and her body was covered in my scars.
The image pushed me over the edge.
I came deep inside her, moaning louder than I meant to. My head was in the clouds and my cock released as much cum as possible. I wanted to fill her to the brim. I wanted there to be so much of my seed that it came spilling out when I pulled out. I’d never allowed myself this kind of satisfaction with a woman, to be as dark as I wanted without judgment or distaste. She knew exactly what I was and used it to her advantage. Now she was closer to gaining her freedom.
My upper lip was sweaty from the exertion, and when I kissed her, I tasted her own salt on my tongue. I always kissed her when I was finished, silently telling her how much I enjoyed being inside her.
I slowly pulled out, my cock softening now that I was satisfied.
My cum dripped out of her and splashed onto the floor—just as I fantasized about. “Fuck.” I kept her legs around my waist and felt my cock harden all over again. I wanted to add more to the pile. I wanted her to have more than she could handle.
She saw the darkness settle in my eyes again. She could read my thoughts better than anyone at this point. “Let me ride your cock.”
My cock sprung to full attention.
“Two buttons.”
At that moment, I would’ve agreed to any number. I unbound her wrists and carried her to the bed in the corner. I lay against the headboard and positioned her on my lap. “Fuck me hard, Button.”
She rested on the balls of her feet and gripped my shoulders for balance. Then she bounced up and down my dick like a pro, taking in every inch of my enormous length. Her tits shook in my face, and she made the sexiest face as she moved.
She was amazing at everything.
She pulled one hand away and placed it behind her back. Her fingers reached my balls, and she rubbed them gently as she rode my cock. She massaged them, touching the sensitive tissue with precision.
“Fuck.” I clenched my jaw because it felt so good. She had the skills of a call girl and the innocence of a bound slave. My cock couldn’t handle the lustful goodness. She was the best sex I’d ever had—hands down. My cock was in heaven and never wanted to leave. This was the pussy he wanted to fuck for all eternity. Could I ever really let her go? I promised I would but everything was different. She gave me the kind of satisfaction no one else could ever give. What would I do without her?
The thoughts were too much for me to handle. They brought me into darkness, and not the good kind. I focused my eyes on her tits and watched them bounce. Within a moment, I was back in the game. My cock twitched inside her and prepared to release the next round of cum. “I love this pussy.” I didn’t mean to talk dirty. It just slipped out because my cock was in full control. It made me say and do things I would normally avoid.
“My pussy loves your cock.”
And I came.
***
Everything was back to normal.
That terrible night was just a distant memory. She never questioned me about my sister or why I pushed her away so aggressively. She left it in the past—where it belonged.
She worked for her buttons ruthlessly. We were sitting together at dinner when she crawled under the table and blew me. When I was in my study, she’d come in unannounced and ride me. She wanted sex around the clock, collecting buttons like they were falling from the sky.
When her jar hit seventy, I grew nervous.
In just a few weeks, she’d collected nearly a third of her debt payment. If she kept up this rate, she would be gone in a few months. While I was enjoying all the rough sex immensely, I didn’t want it to end so soon.
I didn’t want her to go.
I was a man of my word, and I had to honor my promise. When she reached three hundred and sixty-five buttons, I had to remove the tracker and let her walk out my front door.
There was no other choice.
But my hand shook at the thought. My brain went into a panic. Heart palpitations wrecked my chest. My estate would never be the same without my Button. My playroom would never feel so welcoming. Eating dinner alone would feel lonely again. I thrived on solitude before she walked into my life, but now, it actually scared me.
I would never find another woman like her.
I would never find one so fearless and strong. She didn’t just handle pain. She was molded by it. Her dark history prepared her for this moment just as mine prepared me for the same thing.
When the time came, would I really let her walk away?
***
She sat across from me at the dinner table, her hair in open curls that were utterly fistable. She wore a deep purple dress that didn’t have sleeves. She either looked good in everything she wore, or Lars understood her body at an innate level.
The thought made me a little jealous.
She was different tonight. She was quieter than usual, not making eye contact with me. She sipped her wine and ate quietly. The questions she usually asked about my day were absent. The silence was discomforting.
So I spoke first. “How was your day?”
She finished eating her piece of French bread. Her small mouth moved slightly when she chewed. She had impeccable table manners, something I appreciated. And when she chewed, she didn’t make a sound. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
My spine coiled when she lead the conversation. She was dominant at the right times, increasing my possessiveness and instinct to control her. She was an opponent that baffled me every single day. “I’m listening.”
“I have seventy buttons in my jar.”
That was known information. I’d been keeping track in my head. Every button I gave her was full of regret. There were times when I didn’t want to give her one at all. I wanted to lie and say her performance was terrible. But she wouldn’t believe that for a second. She felt how much come I gave her every single night—multiple times. “I’m aware.”
“When you want something from me, you give me buttons. And when I want something from you, I give you buttons.”
Now I didn’t know where this was going. She was repeating herself. “Can you get to the point?” I had nowhere to be, but I still hated wasting my time.
“I want something from you. And I’m willing to pay for it.”
My body heated with intrigue. Sometimes she asked to sleep with me, and that always cost her a button. I didn’
t want to share my bed with her, but I desperately wanted that button. It was a small price to pay to fuck her throughout the night. Did she want something different now?
My thoughts immediately kicked into overdrive until I came to a conclusion. It got me hot all over the place. What if she wanted to hurt me the way I hurt her? What if she wanted to tie me up and whip me until I bled all over the floor? I’d never let a woman do that to me before. It never crossed my mind. But the idea of this woman doing it to me...sent me to the edge with insanity. She was strong and ruthless. She would whip me with such brutality I wouldn’t have to egg her on. She would do it all on her own. “What do you want, Button?” I kept my tone steady, hiding the excitement in my voice. My cock was hard in my trousers, and I resisted the urge to adjust it.
“I want more.”
More pain? More flogging? “More what?”
“I want you to take me to a show and dinner.”
My mind immediately went blank when I heard what she said. I wasn’t even sure if I heard her correctly. Maybe my fantasies got the best of me and interfered with what she said. I stayed quiet, hoping she would clarify.
“For two buttons.”
So she did say what I thought she said. “Is this a joke?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, holding her edge. “No.”
When my fantasy was shattered, I was left with irritation. “I’m not taking you out on a date. I already told you, I’m not your boyfriend.”
“I never said you were.”
“Then we have an understanding.”
She tapped her finger against her arm, thinking. “Five buttons.”
Five was a lot. That was the usual cost for a night with her tied to the headboard.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” She repeated my own words back to me. “But this is what I want. And the more buttons I spend, the longer you get to keep me.”
My intrigue piqued at those final words. If I took her buttons, she would have less in her jar. And she would be forced to stay here longer—possibly indefinitely. Maybe a date wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Ten.” I was getting as many buttons out of this as I could.