by Krissy V
“That was only the beginning, little Princess,” he says with a grin as he claims my mouth, kissing with a ferocity that scares me.
He slides two fingers inside me and then pulls them out to show me how wet I am. What was he expecting? I was programmed to enjoy this. To let him turn me into his plaything. He places the toy back down and reaches for the flogger with multiple tails.
“No, please…” I whimper, but he pulls on the chain again, and I can feel myself getting wetter.
He starts easy, a light swat against my stomach, and while it makes me tense, the burn that spreads across my skin doesn’t. It’s electrifying. It feels like I’m alive. The second swat is harder, drawing a groan from me as the leather licks my skin. The power in the third hit makes my legs tremble, and it’s like time has slowed as I feel every shred of the flogger dragging across my flesh.
He stands back, with his arms crossed, and watches me as I try to get my breathing under control. My chest heaves making me hyper aware of the nipple clamps, which sends another ripple through my body. Pleasure, pain, it’s all the same in this moment.
Moving forward, he does the same again, this time to my pussy. The first lash is gentle, barely stinging as it makes me throb. The second takes the breath out of my lungs; the third has me coming, and he knows it as he holds the flogger in place, only pulling away when my body stops trembling.
Placing the flogger back next to the toy, he doesn’t pick up anything else. Instead he frees the ties at my ankles and takes off his trousers. His cock is like his body, thick and muscular, and as he wraps my legs around his waist, I pray silently that he doesn’t tear me in two.
He slams into me with an angry thrust, and I tilt my head back, feeling his teeth at my neck. He bites down into my skin as he pounds my body into submission. It only takes seconds before I can feel another orgasm building, but I’m afraid that Six will break me before either of us can climax. He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes carefully as he slows the pace, leaning back so he can watch his dick sliding in and out of my swollen red cunt. I’m not usually a fan of the word cunt, but in this instance, where the sex feels carnal and animalistic, it fits.
My body clamps around his, wanting more. Demanding more as he slowly cuts off my air supply. My skin feels like it’s too tight, like it’s shrinking on my frame and I need to burst free as it grows with every thrust. The orgasm hits me like a dam breaking, consuming everything it its wake, and as I’m drowning, a word comes to me.
“Cactus,” I breathe as my whole body shakes.
His hand slides from my neck as I gulp in the air, filling my lungs.
“Good girl,” he says, kissing my head before untying me and carrying me across to the bed.
Chapter Ten
I practically limp to the shower with Edith and Janet the next morning, my body feeling broken and tender as I soap myself. I don’t miss the way Janet glances at the marks on my body, but she refuses to meet my eyes, and Edith’s eyes almost popped out of her head this morning when she’d seen the St. Andrew’s cross in my room.
Once I’m dressed, we go back to the bedroom, like always. The cross is gone when we return, and I’m relieved as I sit and eat my breakfast. Dr. Saith said I had to wait, and I do. I don’t know what we’ll do when we leave here, but the possibilities are endless. We could go anywhere, be anything.
A light knock on my door makes my heart race, it’s like it’s trying to escape my chest as the excitement builds. Freedom was on the other side of the door. I turn the handle and find Dr. Saith standing there, a pair of black scrubs in his hands.
He thrusts them at me. “Put these on. Quick!”
I strip out of the silk negligee, not caring that Dr. Saith is watching, and pull on the scrubs. They’re too large, and they smell like him, but as I inhale, it makes me feel calmer, safer.
He takes my hand, and we rush through the corridors and to ‘The Garden.’ When we’re there, he leads us to a large loading bay door. Before he opens the side door, he takes my hand and gives it a comforting squeeze.
“We’re supposed to be going to meet a potential client, so we’re going in my car. It’s the blue Cadillac just through these doors, okay?”
I nod.
“We need to move fast because if someone sees us, they might recognise you.”
“We can do this,” I say with a smile.
The corner of his mouth turns up, and I see the ghost of a grin as he pushes open the door and we virtually run to his car. I climb into the front seat beside him, and he hands me a face mask from the glove box.
“Put this on while we drive through the barrier,” he commands, and I fix it in place hastily.
We drive away from the compound and down a long, twisting lane before we go through a security barrier guarded by four armed men. They salute the doctor as we drive through, and it isn’t until I see them in the rearview mirror that I let out the breath I had been holding in.
We drive for hours before pulling into a motel to plan our next move. The Council would be looking for us, and if what I’d heard about Number Seven being obsessed with me was true—they weren't going to let this go easily.
“Are you okay?” Dr. Saith asks me as he lets us into our room. It’s basic, with a magnolia interior and a large double bed, but at least it’s clean.
“I am free, of course I’m okay.” I laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck. We had done it. We had escaped The Eden Project and everything it involved.
“Look, Riley...you don’t have to do this.” He waves his hand over our bodies. I’m always drawn to him whenever we’re close, it’s like a magnetism I can’t explain as I just need to be touching him. It wasn’t just because he was saving me, it was more than that.
“I want you,” I say, peppering his face with kisses. “I, Riley O’Hara, with all her own thoughts and feelings, want you. They can’t take away all of my choices, I refuse to let them.”
He smiles against my lips and lifts me, carrying me over to the bed before gently laying me down. I kiss him, feeling it all the way down to my toes. He tastes like that morning’s toothpaste and hope as we begin to undress each other, eager to explore one another.
His hands move over my body, like he’s tracing my outline in his head. I wrap a leg around his waist and force him closer.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” his whispers against the column of my neck as he moves down, laying gentle kisses on my collarbone. “You mean everything to me.”
His mouth finds my nipple, and I moan softly as his tongue teases me. Grinding my hips against him, I feel his hardness pressed against my stomach. With a laugh, I use my weight and the leg I have hooked around him to flip our positions. Lowering myself onto him, I sigh; he’s the perfect fit as I begin to rock my hips. He was made me for me, and I for him, as our bodies come together in perfect harmony. He reaches up and squeezes my breast, and I arch my back as I ride his dick. Everything is perfect. Everything exactly as it should be. His thumb finds my clit, and as I grind, he matches my tempo. The last six days I had been overwhelmed by sex, but this was different. This felt like it was real, raw, and true as I felt connected to another human being.
With a growl, the doctor moves us so that he’s above me again. Grabbing my hips, he flips me over onto my stomach and drags me back up onto my knees. I wave my ass in the air, wiggling as I glance over my shoulder to find him admiring the view. Laughing, I wiggle again, getting a sharp, swift spanking for my effort.
“Again,” I plead as I fist my hands in the crumpled bed sheets.
“Anything for you,” he almost purrs as he brings his hand down on my skin with a thwack! Thrusting into me, he slaps me again, and I moan. Thwack! Thwack!
Grabbing my hair, he pulls me back so that my back is flush against his chest as he continues to fuck me. His hand slides up my body and comes around my neck as I turn and playfully nip his bottom lip. His other hand dips between my legs, and it isn’t long before his fingers are push
ing me over the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I hiss.
“Then come,” he murmurs as his tongue invades my mouth, chasing away any coherent thoughts as he kisses me with a passion that surpasses everything else I’ve experienced this week. His fingers move faster as I grind on him, my orgasm sweeping me up in a whirlwind, but I still want more.
“My greedy little Snow,” he chuckles as we move so that I am back on top of him, but this time we’re on the edge of the bed and he’s upright, kissing me as he moves my hips for me.
He touches his forehead to mine as we move together like we’ve been doing this for years, like it was what we were born to do. I feel like I’m merging with him as we almost melt together, swept up in one another.
Grabbing my ass, he thrusts faster as I roll my hips to match his tempo. His face tenses, and I know he’s on the edge with me and together we were about to take that leap. Kissing him, I swallow his grunt as he comes before I do some seconds later, my body feeling like I was floating on air as he kisses my forehead.
“Mine,” he murmurs as he pulls me into an embrace, and we stay like that until my heartbeat slows back down to normal. This feels right. He feels right, and it’s like I’m home, and I bury my head in the crook of his neck.
“Would you like to shower?” he asks with a coy smile, and I nod. I let him lead me into the bathroom, and we spend the rest of the afternoon fucking and talking. As the sun sets, I watch him pour us both a glass of white wine from the mini bar. He hands it to me with a smile. “It will help you sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep yet,” I reply with a coy smile as he sets aside his glass and climbs into bed.
He smirks. “Well, I need to rest.”
“Fine,” I say with a sigh and drink the wine in one before placing the glass on the bedside table.
We lay intertwined, our legs wrapped together under the blanket as I trace patterns with my fingertips into his chest. “I just realised, I never even asked for your first name.”
“It’s Rhif,” he admits, hesitation in his voice. “Rhif Saith.”
I yawn as the tiredness begins to creep in. “That’s unusual.”
“It’s Welsh,” he replies with a soft chuckle as I lay my head over his heartbeat.
“What does it mean?” I mumble as I begin to drift off, my limbs feeling heavy.
“Number Seven.”
Epilogue
It takes her longer to pass out than it usually does, her long eyelashes finally fluttering shut. Not that I mind. She’s nestled into my side with her head on my chest, brown doe eyes looking hazy as realization dawns, and then she’s asleep. I wasn’t her friend. I wasn’t her hero—I was her jailer.
While we share her body, the others use Snow to feed their base desires, but to me she means so much more than that. She is the embodiment of the fairy-tale with her pale skin, luscious dark hair, and full red lips. They wanted to cut her hair, but I’d put a stop to that. She was mine. And that’s why I never get bored of her. I wrap the sheet around her and lift her carefully. We leave the motel room and climb into the back of the black van waiting for us in the parking lot. We were only an hour away from the compound, but Riley had been clueless about the fact I’d driven us in circles.
Riley O’Hara has been with The Eden Enterprise for six years now, and we’ve tried every scenario from me openly being the villain to the gentler versions like this one, where I rescue her from the darkness. Laying her down in her pod gently, I brush her hair with my fingers, fanning it across the pillow. I bang on the side of the van and the engine starts up, taking us back.
The glass lid slides across and mist begins to fill the pod. She’ll undergo another round of conditioning and careful monitoring before I’m allowed to wake her again. I’m going to miss her while she’s sleeping. When she’s not around, the world is boring, grey, and faded. We tried living together like a normal couple once a few years ago. I had pretended that she had amnesia from a car accident, and like the trusting creature that she is, she believed me. After three months, her mind began to fragment as the memories returned and things got nasty. It took a while to bring her back from that one, but that’s how we learned that a week was the perfect amount of time to keep her awake. Any longer than that was a risk, and she was too precious to even consider taking that chance.
Placing my hand on the glass, I sigh. I wasn’t lying to her when I said that mental anguish was worse than physical pain. I like to let her trust me, to fall for me, and then in the final moments I pull away the curtain so she can see the monster lurking beneath. It gets easier every time; she practically loves me at first sight now. Besides, she won’t remember it. She never does. I think it’s kinder that way, because that fear she feels is not prolonged. It’s over in a couple of heartbeats, and then we start all over again. My other hand falls to the head of her pod, and as I watch her slipping away, deeper and deeper into a frozen state, my fingers follow the pattern of the apple etched there. My perfect companion.
She doesn’t remember her family either. Her trailer trash step-mother sold her without even pausing to think about it, and her crack-head father didn’t even notice she was gone. I burned down the little drug haven they’d built for themselves using the money. It was the least I could do since Riley O’Hara was mine for eternity. We arrive at the compound, and I sit back as Riley’s pod is unloaded and placed back in her room. I make a mental note to make it more personal next time, she didn’t seem to like how empty the room was this time.
Riley isn’t like the others.
She isn’t for sale.
She is mine.
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“Keep your chin up. Someday there'll be happiness again in Nottingham
-- Robin Hood (Walt Disney Version)
Prologue
Mary
“It’s time, Mary.” My father coughs as he lays dying on the elegantly carved wooden bed in his mansion. A place bought with the proceeds of his life as the head of the Nottingham mafia.
“It can’t be,” I wail and kiss his hand I’m holding. “You’re still so young. It’s not time. Fight harder, Daddy, please.”
He’s only sixty. Why does he have to leave me so soon? Fate has already been cruel to me, taking my mother from me in childbirth. Why is it now stealing my father and leaving me all alone in the world?
“I can’t. I can feel death coming for me. My body is fading. The cancer inside is killing me. I’m done fighting it. It hurts too much, my little Mary. Let me go and allow me to be at peace with your mother now. We’ve been apart for far too long. I miss her. One day we’ll both see you again, but I know it won’t be for a very long time.” My father coughs again—this time into a handkerchief I hold to his mouth. As always when I pull it away, it’s covered in blood.
Six months ago during a routine health checkup, the doctors found a shadow on my father’s lungs. On further investigation, it was discovered to be a cancerous mass. It was in a delicate area, and despite having the best health care money could buy, we were given the news two weeks ago that it had spread, and he was not much longer for this world. I’m heartbroken. He’s been a wonderful father, and despite the fact he’s a mafia boss, which conjures up the image of someone despicable, he really is a good man. He gives back to the people who live around us. If they need help to develop their businesses, then my father is the man they come to. He’ll look through all their proposals and advise them as to whether their ideas will make money or not. It’s just not fair he‘s being taken away.
“Mary, come closer to me.” My father weakly tugs on my hand.
“Yes, Daddy.” I move as near to him as I can. His eyelids are fluttering open and shut. I know it won’t be long, despite my protests. “Do you need something? Should I get the doctor?”
“No, just stay with me. The pain will soon be gone now. Where I’m going, I won’t suffer anymore. I’m
sorry you had to see this.” My father’s words are labored, and he takes a long while to speak them. When he finishes, he closes his eyes and rests while he waits for me to answer.
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else right now. I just wish there was more I could have done to help you.”
“You’ve done everything I’ve ever asked of you.”
“But save you.”
“You don’t know that. Maybe just having you as my daughter has saved me a place in heaven.”
“Don’t speak that way.” I’m finding it harder and harder to keep the tears held in. I want to appear brave in front of him, but seeing my father suffer in this way is something no one should ever witness. “Daddy, just rest. I’m not going anywhere.”
“No, there’s something I must say to you.” My father coughs again, his whole body spasming in pain. I wipe away the blood from his mouth and help settle him.
“I’m going to get the doctor to give you some more morphine.” I try pulling away to get him help, but for a dying man, my father’s grip is strong.
“Mary, please. Listen to me.”
“Ok.” This time I can’t help the lone tear which tumbles down my cheek. My father sees it, and his eyes well with sadness also.
“I’m going to need you to be strong. You’ll be sent to your uncle for safe keeping. He’ll take over the business and run it until you produce a male heir. He has no living children, so it will come back to our side eventually.”
My father falls silent, and I let him catch his breath again as I dwell on the fact that he’s talking about me providing an heir. I don’t even have a boyfriend. I’m a virgin with little experience of the opposite sex. My life has been very sheltered and devoted to my father. In many ways, I took on my mother’s role as soon as I was old enough: accompanying him to events, running the household, and ensuring all his needs are met.