by Violet Noir
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
“What?” He looked a little shocked.
“I didn’t want that.”
“You didn’t want the medication to take the edge off?”
“No, that’s all I wanted. I didn’t want the IVs.”
“Look, Elise, you’re mine now. You’re not going to kill yourself through starvation or dehydration, and I’m not going to let the withdrawals kill you either. But you’re getting off drugs, so you’ll take the pills exactly as my doctor prescribed them. You’ll eat your food because your body needs the energy to recover. If you don’t, then when I’m done having the doctor put in another IV and a feeding tube, I’ll tie you to the bed and take a vibrator to that little pink clit of yours until you beg me to let you obey,” he said without a hint of emotion. “I hope you understand. I’m not fucking around.”
I hated myself for showing him my weaknesses. The man had had me for less than twenty-four hours, and he already knew how to get to me. I hated when men touched my clit. I didn’t want any kind of pleasure. I could deal with sucking cock and being fucked, but I didn’t want to come. I’d worked hard to avoid it and had become a master at faking it so men would leave me alone. Even the ones who wanted to eat my pussy or rub my clit stopped before I actually came because I was so good at faking it.
“I need the drugs,” I said, as flatly as possible.
“And you’ll get them when you stop being a little brat and eat.”
Something inside me snapped. I felt my face get hot, and I lunged forward toward him. My fists connected with his chest, and I began to pound him the way I’d pounded on the door earlier. It felt like hitting a brick wall. I hadn’t seen him naked, but I knew that under his black t-shirt and jeans, he was solid muscle.
In a flash, his hand was around my throat, and he’d backed me into a wall. He wasn’t choking me. It was just enough pressure to keep me in place with my head tilted up so that I looked at the ceiling.
I couldn’t believe I’d lost my temper and hit him. I’d never done anything like that before. I knew better. It was time for me to change tactics. I doubted this man was going to beat me to death, and I didn’t want to endure his wrath while my body ached from withdrawal. Maybe I needed to seduce him. What else had he brought me to his house for if not that he wanted me?
His eyes were furious. He burned with rage, and I could feel that his skin had grown hot, even as his breaths grew shallow and jagged.
He took a step toward me. His hand came up and gripped the strap of the dress. “I didn’t tell you to put this on,” he said and pulled the dress down. It fell to the floor. He yanked the bra down, and it hung around my waist.
My nipples hardened. I told myself it was just the cold air of the basement. It wasn’t any kind of effect he was having on me, but I could use it to my advantage.
I pressed my body against him as best I could and moaned. His free hand immediately found my hip and shoved it back against the wall. “You want to play games for drugs, little girl? I can play games,” he snarled.
The hand that was on my hip slid up my stomach. He cupped my breast at first and then brought his fingers to my nipple. “I imagine if you don’t want your little cunt touched, you probably won’t like this either.”
He squeezed softly at first, but then harder until I yelped. His hand slid across my chest, and he pinched the other hard. I tried to bring my knee up to his groin, but he saw that move coming and slapped it back down.
“Now now, my little doll. You don’t want to do that. Look at how hard you are for me. I think you like this a lot more than you let on.”
If I could get him to let go of me, I could get to my knees and suck him off. That would distract him for a while. If it wasn’t good enough, I could tease his cock well enough with my tongue that he’d just turn me over and fuck me. I could end this if I could just get to his cock.
I took a chance and went for his belt. “Nope. Not going to happen, doll.” He let go of my throat and pinned my hands above my head. My back arched, and my traitorous nipples were pointed straight at him, on display.
“You really are a delicious little doll,” he said. “If you would only learn to obey.”
His head dipped down, and I felt his tongue flick my nipple. I’d had it done a thousand times before, but it had never felt right. I always hoped that whatever man was fucking me would have his fun playing with my tits and move on. They never lasted very long. A little sucking for the two minutes until their dicks went off and it was over. The only men that ever took their time with me were the ones who beat me to the brink of death. The ones who wanted sex were in and out. Literally.
But this was different. He moved his head to the other side and softly flicked the other one. The man was torturing me, but in a different way. I’d thought I would be repulsed. I wanted to be disgusted, but I couldn’t help the warmth that spread from my belly down to my clit.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said. “Admit it.”
I went to shake my head no, but my chest thrust toward him further. My body wouldn’t obey my head.
His mouth found my nipple again, and he gently sucked and licked. The sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure down to my pussy, and I soaked the panties I’d just put on.
I tried to get control of myself. My brain wouldn’t cooperate. “What’s your name?” I blurted out in a fit of desperation.
He let go of my nipple with a pop and smiled. “I’m Kade, little girl.” And then he sucked my other nipple in between his lips.
My hips started to buck toward him. I told myself I was fighting to free myself from his grasp, but I wasn’t so sure. Was I trying to get away from him? Or was I trying to get closer?
He pushed my hips back again. I was only momentarily able to rub my body against his. Kade’s cock was hard. He wanted me, and for a second, I wondered what it would be like to have it inside me. I’d sucked him off the night before, but I’d never been fucked by a dick that huge.
No.
I didn’t want that. I was being stupid. Wasn’t I? But he didn’t have to know that.
“Come on, baby. Let me suck you. I love the way your cock tastes,” I purred.
He bit my nipple, and I cried out. “You’re good, but you’re not that clever, doll. I know your game. We’re playing mine,” he said, and the hand on my hip slid down into my panties. “So wet.” Kade started rubbing my clit.
“Please fuck me,” I begged. “Please let me feel that big cock, daddy.” I almost believed it myself.
He smiled at me and kept rubbing my clit. He released my hands and yanked my panties down. His fingers worked my clit, and I felt the climax building in my belly. I had to get him to stop or I was going to cum.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, and that time I meant it. I had to stop him before he took me over the edge. Somehow I knew if I came for him, I’d be lost.
“Not a chance, doll,” he said and stepped back. I felt the loss of his hands on my body like a punch to the chest. “I’ll be back in an hour with your breakfast.”
And he left me there like that. I was panting and so close to coming that my clit throbbed. I was so desperate for the release that I almost touched myself, but the idea of doing that sent a cold chill down my spine. I crumpled into a ball on the floor and sobbed. I was confused and furious, and I hated him for leaving me that way.
Chapter Eleven
Kade
I should have just taken her right then and there. Lord knows it’s what my cock wanted, but what would she learn? Just because Elise belonged to me didn’t mean I didn’t have responsibilities to her. I wasn’t a savage like Bruno. When you owned a woman, you treated her well. Even if I had to keep Elise locked up, I’d never throw her in a cage.
My first responsibility was to train her properly. She was here to serve me, and while I did want to make her feel, Elise still needed to know that she got off for my pleasure. Winding her up and letting her suffer was a good lesson.
It was hard not to go back into that room and fuck her. My cock was so hard it was painful, but I didn’t want her to suck me off out of desperation. It had felt good physically when she’d done that in the bathroom, but something about it didn’t feel right to me. Part of me wanted something I’d never wanted before. She’d begged for my cock, but I knew it wasn’t real.
Perhaps I wanted it to be real.
Thinking about that shit was giving me a headache. I was tired of obsessing over a woman I owned, and I couldn’t believe I was fixating on how she felt. I shouldn’t have given a shit about her or her feelings. I was supposed to own her, not the other way around.
I had a choice to make. I could go back into her room and satisfy my physical desire for her, or I could find a way to distract myself. In the end, I decided that I needed to get out of the house.
Before I left, I went downstairs and made sure the door was secured. After that, I found Gabriella and told her to feed Elise in a half hour.
“You give her one of these pills,” I said and showed her the bottle. “Only take one pill down there with you. If you take the whole bottle, she’ll find a way to get it from you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
With that taken care of, I headed out to the garage to get my bike. As soon as I was on the road, I felt better. It was early yet, but I guessed there would already be some brothers at the clubhouse having a beer. That sounded like the perfect place for me to be. I’d been neglecting my duty to the MC, and it was time for me to check in.
There were a lot of bikes in the lot when I pulled up in front of the clubhouse. I guessed that many of them were still left over from the night before. I parked my bike and made my way across the asphalt. The sun already felt hot, and I needed a refreshing drink.
Inside, I found a handful of brothers sitting at the bar. Frank, the prospect, was there, sweeping and grabbing them a beer from behind the bar when theirs got empty. Usually, we had girls to fetch beers, but that early most of the good bitches were in someone’s bed.
“Grab me a beer, Frank,” I said and motioned him over. “Grab one for yourself, too. You can sweep that shit up later.”
He looked relieved. The floor was spotless, and I guessed that one of the more sadistic brothers had him sweeping that floor for his own amusement. I outranked everyone conscious at the time, so no one argued when I told him to have a beer with me.
“What’s going on?” Frank asked as he set the beer down in front of me. “You look pissed.”
I took a long draw of the icy cold brew and then took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure how much I should tell the prospect, but I figured he was as good as any. Frank was loyal to a fault, especially to me. He knew I could ensure his patch, and that made him in my debt.
“If I tell you and you tell anyone before I’m ready, I’m going to have to kill you.”
“You don’t have to tell me that, brother.”
“I took her,” I said. “The girl I wanted the other day. I went back to Bruno’s and I took her.”
“That was you?” He gulped down half his beer. “I knew you were into her, but …”
“But what, prospect?”
“Nothing. It just seems dangerous. What are the brothers going to think when Bruno figures out it’s you?”
“The relationship with Bruno wasn’t good for the club anymore. Me letting him get away with shorting us on a shipment was a mistake. I should have made an example of him right then. That was a show of weakness from me. Taking what I wanted from him was a big fuck you.”
“But, what about the drugs? Have you considered taking her back?”
“Watch it, prospect. Don’t step over the line. I like you, and I want to keep liking you.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Just don’t get too familiar until you’ve got your cut,” I said. “I did think about taking her back, but there is no way that’s going to happen. I can find us another source. I’ve been doing this long enough. Bruno’s going to regret not selling me the girl when he had the chance. The way I see it, he needs the Black Hearts MC more than we needed him. Hell, maybe it’s time for the club to cut out the middleman. I’m sure we could do business directly with his source. That would be more profit for us.”
Cutting Bruno out of the equation would mean more risk, but it would mean more profit. I knew my brothers weren’t happy about him shorting our last shipment.
I just had to convince them that taking Elise was the right move. I wasn’t letting her go. I’d die before I returned her to Bruno. What I needed was to figure out a way to make her happy.
What the actual fuck?
Was that really a thought I just had? I was supposed to be figuring out a way to train her to make me happy. I wasn’t sure what was happening. I’d never cared before if a piece of snatch was willing. Sure, it was easier when they didn’t fight back, but whatever I was experiencing was on a whole other level.
“Get me another beer, prospect.”
“I can get that.” One of the brother’s old ladies came out from the back. “You want anything to eat, Kade. I was just about to fix a meal.”
“Sure, Suzette. Thank you, darlin’.”
I hoped my appetite would show up by the time she finished cooking. My stomach was in knots. I needed something, but it wasn’t food.
Chapter Twelve
Elise
Kade wasn’t like the others, and I knew that could be dangerous. He made me feel things I didn’t want to feel, and he made me want things I couldn’t allow myself to want. I didn’t think it was possible for a man to take anything more away from me than what had already been stolen, but Kade could make things much worse. I couldn’t risk feeling anything for that man and then losing him.
The way my traitorous body had reacted to him had sparked an ember of hope in my chest. I could not allow it to fan into a flame. I had to get away.
It didn’t occur to me at the time that I’d forgotten about dying. All I could think about was escape. He’d already changed me so much, and I was too blind with panic to see it.
I sat on the bed praying he’d come with my pill soon. It would be so much easier to get away if I wasn’t in the middle of horrible withdrawals. I didn’t know what I’d do about my addiction once I got away, but that was something to figure out later.
To keep myself from clawing at my skin, I sat on the bed on my hands. I ached in a bone deep way that I hadn’t even known was possible.
My mind jumped around erratically from past to present. I remembered the worst times of my life before I would attempt to refocus and plan an escape. There had to be a way out.
I grabbed one of the soft pink pillows off the bed and wrapped my arms around it. Suddenly, I was thirteen again.
Tamara had auctioned my virginity, and I’d been put in a room to wait for the winner. I’d done the same thing then, too. I’d grabbed one of the plush pillows and wrapped my arms around it.
The beds we used to entertain customers were much nicer than our own. All of the girls slept in one big room in the back of the brothel. Our room had white walls, concrete floors, and cheap iron beds with ancient mattresses.
Beds for the clients rivaled the ones in five-star resorts. At least, that’s what Tamara told people. I’d never been to a five-star anything. It was nothing but the best for the customers and nothing but the worst for us. But if we weren’t appreciative and didn’t treat the men like kings, we faced beatings.
The door opened and the man who’d bought me for the night stepped into the room. He was older than I thought. Older than my father but not old enough to be a grandfather. I’d had no idea what to expect. I’d sucked cock for cash before, but I didn’t know much about sex.
“Hello, little one,” he said sweetly, and for a moment, I hoped that he’d be nice.
“Hello,” I responded and tried to smile.
His hand came out in a flash and smacked me across the cheek so hard that I thought my eye would explod
e. “You call me daddy.” He snarled.
All I could do was look at him in horror, and he hit me again. I started to cry, and that made him smile. He walked closer to the bed, and I could see his erection pressing an outline in his pants.
“Oh, I like that,” he said. He hit me again and moaned with pleasure. “I like that a lot.”
He hit me until my head was full of snot and my eyes were almost swelled shut. When the man was bored with beating me, he yanked me off the bed and ripped my nightgown away.
“Turn around, little one,” he said in that same fake sweet voice he’d used when he came into the room.
A moment later, he’d shoved me onto the bed and kicked my legs apart. He’d kicked my ankles so hard that I’d thought one of them had broken. I screamed, and he shoved my face into the mattress.
“Quiet down, you little bitch, or you can stay like that until you suffocate,” he snapped.
I quieted down as much as I could, but I couldn’t stop sobbing. He ran a hand over my bottom and then dipped it between my legs. “That’s better. You’re not really wet enough. I didn’t pay to fuck a dry gash.” he said and forced his fingers into me. “But you are still intact. So, I can work with that.”
It burned when he put his fingers in me, and I bit down on comforter. I sobbed when I thought about how if it hurt that much with his fingers, it was going to be horrific when he shoved his cock inside of me.
My whole body tensed up. “You’re going to need to relax, little one,” he said and hit me across the back of the head. “You’re so tight, I’m not sure I can get it in if you don’t relax.”
I felt his hand between my legs again. He started rubbing me in a way that probably would have felt good in another situation, but it just made me feel sick and dirty. I didn’t know at the time, but he was rubbing my clit to make me wet.
“That’s better,” he said and stopped right as I was starting to think it might not be too bad. My hips must have moved up toward him involuntarily because he pulled his belt off in a flash and cracked it across my backside. “That’s all you get, you greedy little bitch. I don’t give a shit if you come or not,” he said and wrapped the belt around my neck. “You can play with your little pussy on your own time.”