by Crimson Syn
“What’s your safe word, Jade."
“Red,” I breathed.
“Good girl.”
The sting took my breath away and I cried out, yet my pussy quivered in excitement. It didn’t hurt too bad, but I knew he was holding back. It wasn’t a forceful flogging, but it was one filled with momentum. I knew he liked this type of play, I remembered how eager he was when asking Cain questions about it. He’d spend hours in these rooms, with no one. It was just him, practicing. I was always curious about him, what he liked and the more he showed me the more I realized this is what I wanted. I wanted to be his in every way. I wanted to lose myself in him.
His hand came down again and sharp licks of the leather stroked my flesh along my butt and thighs. I groaned as he played along my skin, brushing the strands along my pussy before coming down on me again.
“Open wider, Kitten.”
I bent down further, parting my legs and I felt his hands on me. He once again parted my cheeks, jiggling the anal plug of the cat tail playfully. I moaned and he chuckled.
“Hmmm, I’ll have to play with that later.”
He swept the flogger along my back gently, so I’d only feel the tips of the leather and then in one swift move several licks coated my back. I cried out arching my back, my juices dripping down my thighs. His power was intoxicating. His control over my body making me weightless.
He tugged on the leash and brought me up so my back was pressed against his broad chest. I rubbed against him as he dropped the flogger, wrapping his hands around my waist and running them up to my breasts.
“Such a well behaved little kitten.”
He massaged my body, licking my neck, humming as he did so. His cock swayed between my legs as he pulled my tail aside.
“Dirty girl,” he moaned. “You’re all wet.”
“Knox,” I breathed, and his growl of satisfaction had me dipping my hips to get him inside of me.
“You’re a needy little kitten?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered lost in his words and deep hypnotic breath against my temple.
His cock suddenly found my entrance and we both moaned as he entered me. It wasn't hurried, he used a slow controlled tempo until I was begging him for more. But he didn't give it to me. I writhed and wiggled in his arms, desperate for release, but he just kept giving me these long, deep strokes that had my pussy contracting and my body suspended on this precipice of ecstasy. He had the power, I just existed for his pleasure and the thought excited me. He took his time, stroking my clit with his fingers in slow torturous circles until my toes curled and I was whimpering.
He bit down on my neck, his breaths becoming grunts as he jerked into me a little harder. His hand played along the anal plug attached to my cat tail. He tugged on it in rhythm to his thrusts. One in, the other out until I was screaming in pleasure.
“I want to feel how you cum on me, Jade. I want to feel that pretty pussy go wild on me. Do it, Kitten. Cum all over my cock.”
He pulled off the tail and I cried out at his demand, shaking as I did just what he asked. The orgasm hit me in waves, rushing through me and taking my breath away. I clung to him as he continued his long strokes, drawing out the pleasure as I spasmed around him.
“Knox!”
He groaned and I felt his body tense up. His thrusts became frenzied and suddenly warmth filled me up. He'd finally found his release as my body shuddered in the aftermath of the orgasm. He held me tight, not letting go as I felt limp against his chest. Cradling me, he tucked me into the bed, crawling in behind me. His warmth surrounded me as he lay kisses on my neck and back, his voice soothing me as he told me how much he loved me.
I felt protected and safe at that moment. Like we could defeat the world together and I slowly drifted off to sleep.
10
Jade
I was euphoric, still high from the play I had with Knox the night before. My body hummed from his touch, from the hours he spent caring for me. Everything was so new to me, yet he proved he’d never hurt me. The nickname he had for me, his kitten, always excited me. I knew it meant something more to him, I just didn’t know how much I’d enjoy it.
I had just ended the class and my last student was walking out the door when he showed up unannounced. I should have known he knew exactly what my hours were. I looked up to see him seething by the doorframe. He was livid, and the anger poured out of him in waves making my stomach tie in knots. I was pretty sure this conversation was not going to go well.
“You have done very bad things, Jade Winters.”
“Oh?” I took a few steps back. Fear crept up my spine and I had this instinctual feeling to run.
“You’ve let another man lay his hands on what’s mine.”
I knew he had eyes on me. I knew he had people following me. I should have been more careful. I’m such a fool.
“I told you before, I’m not yours.”
His lip curled up, making him look vicious. “I am your owner,” he snarled and charged at me.
I took off towards the back door and barely made it a few feet when he wrapped his hand around my hair and swung me back around. I yelled from the sharp pain and dropped to my knees. He crouched beside me, yanking my head back, forcing me to look up at him.
His fingers curled around my neck, and I swallowed as he constricted my airflow. His vile scent filled my nostrils as I struggled to breathe. I clawed at his wrists in panic.
“I could snap your pretty little neck if I wanted to, Hermosa. Such a delicate neck it is.”
His thumbs pressed down on my esophagus, making me choke. He slowly pushed me down to the floor, forcing me to lie on my back. He hovered over me as I squirmed in his hold, desperately taking low shallow breaths.
“I told you that no one was to touch you, but me. Did I not say that?” he snarled and gripped my neck tighter.
I flopped helplessly. Grabbing at the lapels of his suit jacket as I hopelessly struggled for air. His hold on me was strong and I felt powerless to stop him. My eyes were getting blurry from the lack of oxygen and I knew I was at his mercy. He brought his face up to mine and I clenched my eyes shut, not bearing to look at him.
He pressed wet, cold lips against mine and I kicked up, desperately trying to get away. His hand let go of my hair, but he managed to drag it down my body, roughly squeezing my breasts. His touch burned like acid, it was nothing like Knox’s powerful heat. This man’s touch was repugnant, unwanted. I trembled in fear and suddenly this instinctual need to survive surged through me. I kicked and kneed him, trying to get away from him.
“Quedate quieta!”
He kept yelling at me in Spanish, but I was beyond listening. I turned my body around, breaking his hold on my neck as I tried to crawl away from him.
He yelled out and grabbed at my gym shorts, yanking them off in one pull. Tears filled my eyes as I fought with all my power to get out from his attack. His scream was filled with rage as he flipped me around. He pulled me up from my neck and his mouth contorted into one of distaste.
“You don’t like my touch, stripper. Is it too much for you? Or maybe, maybe it’s not enough.
He grabbed onto my tank top and yanked it hard, ripping it off my body. My breasts half exposed as he started to kiss me, his tongue dragging across my skin, searing my body with his poisonous mouth. I tried shoving him away, barely able to scream as tears poured down my face.
“No one will ever want you again when I’m done with you!” He smacked my face, but I had nowhere to go as he had a secure grip on my throat. I was like a rag doll in his hands. I dragged my nails across his hands, fighting him with all I had. He climbed over me, letting go of my neck and dragging me so that his body was between my legs.
As I gasped for air, I forgot to fight and the next thing I knew, he was undoing his belt. I screamed a shrill, all-consuming scream that stopped all his movements. With his jaw clenched and his angry glare fixed on me, he crawled over me. I tried pushing on his chest, but it was a pointless
effort, the man was a brick wall. His violence consumed him and down deep inside I knew there was no escape from this.
“Please.”
His lips turned up in an evil smile, one that chilled me to the bone. “You either give me what I want Hermosa, a la buena, or I’m going to take it, a la mala.”
I trembled in fear as I slowly started to give up. I was strong, but he was stronger. And as his hands continued to molest my body, a whimper escaped me and just lay there-defeated. I turned my head to the side staring out the window. The sun was setting outside. It was past five. I thought of Knox as he continued to touch my limp form. I refused to give him any satisfaction. As I lay there, movement caught my eye. A large shadow appeared in the doorway.
I could feel La Cruz's breath on my neck, but I was concentrated on that shadow. I blinked once, then twice, and my sight cleared up some. The man stood staring down at me, a look of disgust on his face. I squinted trying to make the man out, but I couldn't pinpoint who he was.
“Boss!” His deep voice carried through the empty studio, halting La Cruz in his act.
He looked at me and spoke to the man. “This better be fucking good.”
“There’s a situation with the last shipment boss, looks like you’re needed.”
He growled menacingly and turned to look at the man. “Get the fuck out! Miserables de mierda! No sirven para nada!”
I trembled as I tried to cover myself up with the shreds of cloth that still hung from my body. Shivering I tried to slide out from under him, but he wasn’t having it. Shoving me back, he slapped my cheek hard enough to sting. Grabbing my chin, he forced me to look at him.
“You let him touch you again and I will kill you both,” he hissed. “I don’t like people playing with my toys. Do. You. Understand?”
My silent sobs shook me to the core, but manage to nod as my tears escaped me. He stood up in front of me, his cock jutting out at me. I turned in disgust but he simply laughed at me as he tucked himself and adjusted his suit as if nothing had happened.
“You will come to me, Hermosa. It is inevitable. It’s your life for his.”
He walked out leaving me shattered and a frightened mess on the floor of my studio. The one place that had been my refuge, now blemished by his horrid actions.
11
Knox
I hadn’t been around as much as I should be for Jade. When I heard about the cameras being down I was furious with Grayson and Wolf. No wonder she didn’t feel like going to the studio, she was probably afraid since no one went with her. The studio was only a couple blocks away from the apartment complex, so it wasn’t a far ride, but I still needed to have eyes on my pretty girl when I wasn’t around. Last night she was in my bed and I was able to keep her safe, but that still left those long hours during the day where she’d be alone.
That studio was her life and lately she’d been letting Sophia take over some of the classes. I noticed it more and more in the last few weeks, and last night she once again avoided me when I asked why she wasn’t teaching. She simply shrugged and change the subject, but a doubt was cemented in my head and I needed to know what the fuck was going on with her.
If there was anyone in this world that I knew better than myself, it was Jade Winters. I'd been studying her for years, her every move, laugh, wink, shake off that tight little ass. Her not being enthusiastic about going to her classes meant something was up.
Normally I would let her know if I or one of the guys was coming to pick her up, but I wanted to see what was up. I knew she was hiding something from me, I just didn't know what it was. The sun was setting over the hills as I pulled up to the studio. Her bike was parked right along the side of the building. As I slid off my seat I froze. All my doubts were answered within seconds.
I stared at the man-a very familiar man, in a white suit who stepped out of the side entrance. The motherfucker looked straight out of a Hollywood mafia movie as he pulled down his glasses and straightened his jacket before being escorted into a black Cadillac. The car was pimped out, gold grill, gold emblems. My blood boiled as I watched him smile smugly as he slid into the back seat. He may look all puffed up, but he was worth shit. I fisted my hands over the handlebars of the bike, fighting with myself to follow him or go check on my girl.
Was it Jade?
Was she the one he was after?
If that was the case, why the fuck didn’t she tell me?
“Fuuuck!” I screamed and quickly called Grayson.
"What's up, man?"
“La Cruz. I fucking found him!” I stared up at the window that faced the studio.
“Are you following him?”
“No.”
“What the fuck do you mean, no?”
I got off the bike and quickly ran up to the studio. I took the steps two at a time, my heart racing, hoping she was all right.
“I gotta check on Jade.”
“What? Why?”
“He was at Jade’s!”
“What the fuck?”
I paused in front of the closed doors. “Dude, I’ll call you in a minute.”
“Is she hurt?”
“I’ll call you in a fucking minute!” I hung up the phone and swung the doors open. I searched the room and came out empty handed. She wasn’t here. And then I heard it. Sobbing.
I ran into the women’s locker room, I could hear water running and her choked sobs echoed around me. I rushed over to the stall and practically yanked the door off its hinges. She screamed, scared, but relief washed over me. She was curled up in the shower, droplets of water ran down her face and naked body.
“Fuck, baby!”
"Knox," she sobbed and reached out for me. I knelt in front of her, not caring that I was getting drenched. I lifted her up into my arms, cradling her.
“Did he hurt you?”
“I’m sorry Knox. I’m so sorry,” her voice trembled.
I gripped her tight and rocked her back and forth. She was so small in my arms, so fucking fragile. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here, baby.”
“I’m sorry, Knox.”
“Did he touch you?” I gritted out, prepared to fucking murder the piece of shit.
“I’m sorry,” she kept whispering the goddamn word into my neck as she clung to me tightly. I knew something had happened, something bad.
“Baby, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.”
She nodded. "He…he tried to but didn't finish. He was interrupted. Something about a deal gone bad."
“Motherfucker!” My hold tightened on her and she whimpered against me.
“I should’ve told you.”
I wasn’t angry at her, but I was angry at myself for not taking note of what was going on with her. “How many times?”
“What?”
I shut the water off and turned to look at her. “How many times has he come by? When did this start?”
“A few months ago.”
“How many months? How many?” I gritted out angrily.
“I don’t know five, six. I don’t know.”
“Did he threaten you? Is that why you couldn’t tell me? Because right now, Jade, I need to understand why the fuck you didn’t tell me. You could have told Wolf! Grayson! Fuck!”
I stood up, drenched and probably looking like a rabid beast. I wanted to tear his fucking heart out for touching my woman.
“He didn’t threaten me. He threatened you.”
I looked down at her and tears the size of giant pearls rolled down her cheeks. “What?”
“He’s got a bullet with your name on it, Knox. He knows what we did. He knows I’m yours. He’s a vile, jealous man.”
I crouched beside her, my forehead pressed against hers. I was seething with anger, but I also felt powerless that I wasn't here for her. That she was hurting and I wasn't here to protect her.
“I don’t give a shit that he knows that you belong to me!” I banged my chest furious that he would think he had a claim on her. “You’re mine and God
help him if I get my hands on him.”
Her soft touch brought me back some, but not enough to take away my fury.
“Knox, please. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
"Stay here! I'll send Grayson for you. You go nowhere alone." I looked down at her and shook my head. "You should have told me."
I turned to leave but she clung to my hand. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Knox. I didn't want you getting hurt."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Her touch calmed me, but inside I wanted to find this son of a bitch and cut his fucking balls off. I pulled away, but my phone stopped me in my tracks.
“Yeah.”
“Where are you, brother?”
Wolf’s tone was eerily calm and I immediately knew what that meant. “I’m at Jade’s.”
“I’m gonna need you to stay with her.”
I clenched my fists at my sides. “I need to go find this asshole. He laid his dirty fucking hands on her.”
Wolf paused for a moment, but I could feel the anger emanating from him. “Is she hurt?”
I looked down at my sweet girl and shook my head. “I’m not sure.”
"Knox listen, I need you to hide Jade. He's not going to stop until he gets what he wants and he's going to do it by force. You can't fight him alone. Now go! That's an order!"
I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw tight. “Wolf...”
“I said go! Now!”
It was pointless arguing, I knew he wasn’t going to listen to me. When Wolf gave an order it was law, God help you if you went against him. I looked down at her and my heart ached for her. I was about to turn my back on the one precious thing in my life, for what? For revenge.
"You got it, Prez," I whispered as I stroked her bruised cheek. He was going to pay for that bruise.
“Good. I’ll contact you as soon as I can. Cain spotted him on the studio cameras, we got a plate.”
“He’s mine, Wolf.”
“He’s gonna suffer, I promise you that. You know where to go. You still got the key on you.”