Saved: a dark romance

by DD Prince

“Thanks, Zack. That’s sweet.”

  He nods, “Lex is a friend. But I have a sister your age. No way would I let you be stuck in that situation if that’s not what you truly want. I have ways of helping.”

  “Thanks. I’m good.”

  “The offer stands, should you change your mind about that.”

  I give him a tight smile and then I change the subject.

  I believe in loyalty. My Daddy told me when I was a little girl that it was important to be loyal to the people you’d made a commitment to. Even if they weren’t perfect. I suspect if Mom had fallen off the wagon with him alive, he’d be loyal to her, fight tooth and nail to bring her back from the edge. I want, with all my heart, to bring Alessandro out of the darkness, into the light.

  Mexico City

  Holly

  We are shown to a lavish suite that a bell person had opened the door for, and I’m face to face with Alessandro. He’s holding a tumbler of booze, looking over his shoulder at me, his body pointed toward the window like he’d been enjoying the beautiful view of the city. He’s dressed in a suit, his hair perfect, his face showing just the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow.

  Light dances from his glass to his wedding ring and then it shoots toward my chest like a laser. I feel my heart spasm.

  “Greetings,” Zack chirps, happily.

  “Hey,” Alessandro says in reply but his eyes are on me.

  “I’ll be next door. Come see me when you’re ready, Lex,” Zack says from behind me and then after the bellman drops my bag, they both leave.

  I close the door and lean against it.

  He stares at me.

  “Hi,” I finally say.

  He sips his drink and then puts it down and walks over to a white sofa and sits. “Come here.”

  I walk over, about to sit beside him, but he catches me by both hips and keeps me in front of him.

  “We have a game to play.”

  I look down at him, not sure where to put my hands. I finally put them on his hands at my hips and squeeze. He releases my hips and holds both my hands.

  “He’s at the house, waiting, demanding I bring you.”

  My eyes bulge.

  “I need to face this and I need you to be 100% obedient. You’ll be 100% perfect, as if I’ve trained you.”

  My eyebrows shoot up.

  “There’s no room for failure here. You fail: it goes badly for you, for me, and for my mother.”

  I just stare.

  “Total power exchange. You give it to me now and I keep it until further notice.”

  “Power exchange?”

  “I’m your master. I’m 100% in control of you. You exist to please me. He can see nothing less than 100% obedience from you otherwise he’ll use that against me.”

  “Okay.”

  He notches his left brow, “Okay?”

  “Anything. Anything I can do to help. Anything. You’ve been in control of me all along, Alessandro. Whatever I can do…”

  He blinks a couple times, as if I’ve surprised him.

  My heart hurts because I’m pretty sure I’m about to be sacrificed like a lamb to save his mother. But, if that’s how this is supposed to go, then that’s how I guess it’ll go.

  This is what it might take for him to see that I am in this, for him. I only hope that it’ll help without costing me… me.

  “Anything I tell you to do, you do. You don’t break character even when we’re alone in that house. It’s my house, I leveled his, but he’s been there over a day already. By the time we get home tomorrow, he’ll have had two days and believe me, he might have people that can wire it in a few hours top to bottom.”

  “Right. How will me acting like a slave help?”

  “It might not help but it will hopefully at least keep you out of the equation. He sees personality, any connection between me and you, he uses it against me. It could be something minor or it could be something severe, like torturing you in front of me. Get the picture? This isn’t child’s play. This game? This is the game of life for me. I don’t win it, we all lose.”

  “And the plan?” I ask.

  “You’re on a need to know basis.”

  “As I have been from the beginning,” I mutter.”

  His gaze sharpens warningly, “You don’t need those specifics yet. I ordered room service. Once it comes, you eat, I’ll go next door to talk to Zack. Tommy and Dario will be a few hours behind him.”

  “What? Why?”

  “They’ll be helping. I’ve got only people I trust helping me with this.”

  “Ang and Tia?”

  “Gone home. You’re my slave for over three years, you’re broken in completely. 100% obedient. Nothing bratty, no shock or tears or gasps. No whining. None of it. You do what I say and you obey me without question from the minute we arrive until I tell you that you can break character. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “You start tonight.”

  “Tonight?”

  “Yes. You’re gonna show me you can do this. I need to know you can do this. He’s been in my house and that photo album and video from Vegas is there so if he found it, he knows what you look like. I need you to be there but to not be a distraction.”

  I haven’t seen those pictures. I would love to see that video.

  I’m not sure how seeing them will make me feel. We were so happy. I know he was, too. He allowed himself to have that day. And I would bet money, if I had any, that he didn’t give himself that kind of joy often.

  People would look at him and imagine that a handsome man who is well-dressed, drinking some sort of top shelf liquor in a lavish hotel suite gets all sorts of pleasure out of life. But he allows himself so little.

  A tear rolls down my cheek before I get a chance to hold it in.

  He squeezes my hand and I look down at him.

  Alessandro

  She’s staring at the ceiling, eyes shiny with tears. I give her hand a tug and she looks at me and releases my hand to dash the tear on her face away.

  There’s a knock. Room service.

  “Have whatever emotions you need to have now, mi pequeña flor. I’ll give you an hour and when I come back, it’s no turning back until I tell you.”

  I leave her to eat her meal and go next door to talk to Zack, knowing that when I come back I’ll have to test her hard. I should’ve done this before now. I should’ve put her in slave mode a long fucking time ago and I’m kicking myself. By letting her hold onto who she is, I’ve selfishly put her in danger.

  Holly

  I eat and then I go take a shower and then get into a nightgown and get into bed. His suit jacket is on the bed, so I lift it to put it on the chair and something shiny falls out.

  I lean over and lift it. A silver necklace with a locket. A locket a whole lot like mine. Older, some scratches on the silver medallion, but very similar in design, though the medallion is smaller. I use my thumbnail to pop it open. There’s no button inside. Inside, there are two photos, one on either side. The one side has a baby picture and the other side is of a beautiful lady with jet black hair. Her arm is wrapped around a little boy. The photos are tiny so not easy to make out detail but I know as soon as I see the inside of this locket that it must belong to Alessandro’s mother. My heart hurts thinking about what I know.

  I carefully put it back into his pocket and put the blazer on the chair, thinking that I’d love it if my locket had a photo inside instead of a panic button. But then again, the panic button shows he cares, shows like he regularly shows me, that he wants me safe.

  He’s been showing signs all along of how he really feels, despite his outward efforts to push me away. I read between the lines. I think about the little things he does for me. And I know. I know he cares.

  I pick up the telephone and phone my sister.

  “Hello?”

  “Ang? It’s Holly.”

  “Hey! Just getting ready to pack up to go home. Good timing.”

  “Um, I have to ask y
ou something. And you need to not freak out.”

  It’s quiet.

  “Promise me,” I say.

  “Uh… how can I promise that I won’t freak when I don’t know if you’re gonna make me freak?”

  Here goes nothing. “How do I pose as a perfect sex slave?”

  “Fuuuuuuck.”

  “I have to. In order to help him. I---”

  “FUCK!”

  “Angie! Focus! Please. Just tell me how to pull this off. He needs this from me.”

  There’s silence.

  “I only have a minute to talk. Just give me any advice you can. No way out of this. Just … any tips. Don’t get stressed big sis, I’m gonna be fine.”

  Such a long minute passes that I’m about to ask if she’s still there when she sighs. “When I was at Kruna, I found a way to go on autopilot. I called it my A to B plan. I went from point A to point B every day. I protected myself, kept myself secret so that I could do what I needed to do.”

  The line goes quiet for a beat.

  She continues, sounding torn up. “I went from A to B over and over, just on autopilot so that I could get through each day, sometimes each moment. I had to do it until I could get to point C, which was the only goal I could have.”

  “C? What was that?”

  “Getting on a short list of the most obedient slaves in the resort. It didn’t matter what I had to do to get there. No matter how gross or humiliating. I just had to keep being perfect. If I kept being perfect then I could get on that list and maybe that would get me off the resort. I didn’t know if Point C would be worse than the A to B, but decided that if it was, I’d just have start again. Start a new A to B plan. To get through each day or each moment. Whatever you get out of being perfect for this will get you to Point C. If you want to get to C bad enough, you’ll just keep doing what you must do. A to B. No one can see what’s in you. Your reactions, your fear, your pain. All of that? You keep that secret. It’s not for them, the bad guys, to have. So, you guard it and give them only what you need to give them, only the bare minimum, to keep yourself going until you get to the next phase. I did that over and over. I did that for twenty-one months and nine days until I got word I’d finally be getting my C. Dare.”

  “Oh Ang.” I’m crying. She’s been through so much.

  And my C will be helping Alessandro get through this. Because in that instant I know. I fucking know, to my soul, that Alessandro has been like my sister. Doing what he needs to do so that he can survive. Until he can get his mother free. That’s his C.

  “Love you Holly. Be safe. Please get through this. You can do this.” She sounds sure. She sounds like maybe she knows I’ve finally grown up and she should let me do what I need to do.

  “I will. I’ll get to C. I love you, too.”

  “I am so fucking sorry that all this happened to you. Whatever it is. You’ll tell me one day, I hope. But hang in there. You got this. And I pray, I pray so hard that you’ll get to the other side, Holly. When I got there? It’s truly truly beautiful.”

  “Don’t you be sorry. And don’t you worry about me, okay? You’re my hero, Angelica Elizabeth MacLeod-Ferrano. I love you.”

  I hear her breath hitch.

  “Bye, sis. Call you as soon as I can.” I’m hanging up the phone when I hear him come in. I wipe my eyes.

  “Who the fuck was that?”

  “Ang.”

  He glares at me, looking about to blow his top.

  “She was giving me advice on how to be the perfect slave.”

  He looks surprised.

  “I’ve got this,” I tell him and reach for a tissue from the Kleenex box on the night table so I can wipe my wet eyes.

  He walks past me, jaw ticking, until he gets to the bathroom. He slams the door.

  Will I ever get that beautiful rainbow that comes after the rain? I have no idea if that’s how it’ll go for me, but I’m gonna do whatever I must do to help get me and Alessandro to his Point C. Then, we’ll figure out if I’m there or not.

  Some damsels in distress want their hero, the man to rescue them. I’ve been rescued by him more than once, and I want to return the favor. Whether me being his perfect slave helps him or just ensures that I don’t cause him more roadblocks to getting to the other side of this, I’ll do whatever I can do.

  Alessandro

  I’m in the bathroom, gripping the counter hard, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Hating it. Hating myself so fucking much.

  I want to just go in there and make sweet love to my wife like I did the night of our wedding. Hold her, make her come over and over. Tell her I’m sorry she got stuck with the fucked-up rape-spawn of El Diablo, and then hold her all night and sleep, have some blissful fucking sleep, and then let her go in the morning, with a fat check in her hand so she can go start her life and forget about me and my fuckin’ bullshit. I only sleep good when she’s with me.

  I’m too selfish to let her go.

  And I can’t make sweet love to her. I can’t do that to her --- give her hope that I’m not what I am.

  I need to go out there and treat her like she’s my slave. A whore. Not the most precious thing I have. And then I have to take her back to that house, where she’ll see him. That psycho.

  And I don’t even know what I’ll fuckin’ see from my mother after three years stuck with him without me as her touchstone. And if it’s his fault that she’s sick? I can’t even think about that.

  I need to keep my eye on that goal line, which feels very fucking close. And then this shit’ll be over. And I’ll finish fucking Holly’s life because I’m a selfish prick.

  I leave the bathroom. She’s sitting at the foot of the bed now, her legs dangling. She’s wearing nothing.

  Her perfect tits look so soft and scrumptious, her blush-pink nipples looking like silk. Her hair is over one shoulder. Her feet are crossed at the ankles.

  She looks up at me and chews her bottom lip.

  “Lie down,” I say.

  She does, immediately, feet still dangling from the edge of the bed.

  “Knees up.”

  She scoots back and pulls her knees up. Her heels are dug into the mattress right at the edge.

  “Present yourself to me. Show me what’s mine.”

  Very slowly, her knees descend until she’s got the soles of her feet together.

  I move to her.

  She throws her arms over her head and looks at me.

  “You don’t make eye contact unless I speak to you.”

  “Okay.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I correct, slapping her pussy.

  She jolts.

  “Yes… sir.” She swallows hard.

  I’m so fucking hard for her.

  I undo my shirt. She watches. She shouldn’t be watching, but I like the look on her face, the lust, way too fucking much to correct her.

  I drop it.

  She swallows.

  I reach for my fly. She moistens her lips.

  My cock goes from hard to harder.

  “Touch your cunt,” I order.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She hesitantly reaches down and puts her palm between her legs.

  “Finger yourself.”

  She hesitates.

  “Now!” I bark.

  She complies. Her middle finger disappears inside of her. I climb her body and straddle her face.

  “Open your mouth.” I push the tip in. She looks panicked. I’ve been less than kind with face-fucking in the past, and she’s got fear in her eyes. That’s why I’m doing this. I know that if anything, this might be a trigger for her, a test. She needs to get over it.

  She opens wide for me. I rock into her face for a minute, two, going deep. She gags.

  I keep going. She adjusts. Her eyes are watering but she’s not fighting me.

  ”Good girl.” I fist my cock. “Make yourself come while my cock is in your mouth.”

  She swallows and takes a breath. Her eyes are on the ceiling. Not on me.
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br />   If I had any decency I wouldn’t even be hard right now. But I could drill a hole through a steel door with my cock.

  “Hurry.”

  I hear the sound of wetness between her legs as she works herself. It’s taking some time, but her breathing is changing, her eyes are glazing over. She sounds good and wet. I fist my cock in her mouth, I grab a handful of her hair into my fist and use it as a handle, fucking her face.

  She starts to shudder, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth clamping almost too hard down on my dick. I pull out as she’s cresting over the top with that orgasm.

  “Turn. On your knees.”

  She flips and presents her ass to me, breathing heavily.

  I grab her ass cheeks, thrust forward, and slide right into her pussy. Like a fucking glove. A tight hot silky glove. She lets out a sexy-as-fuck whimper. I’m fucking her hard. Over and over, drilling into her, hearing the blissful sound of flesh slapping flesh, her panting, little gasps coming from her throat.

  I’m close to coming when I reach under and grab her clit and start strumming it. Her pussy convulses around my cock and goes tighter. I keep going, getting rewarded as her cunt starts to spasm around me.

  “Yeah, baby. Fuck. All mine, only fucking mine. Don’t come again. Not yet.”

  She whimpers.

  “You come when your master tells you to come. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir!” She exclaims. She starts trembling, like she can’t fight it.

  “Fight it. Don’t come!” I yank her hair and it’s too late. That was the wrong move. She explodes around my cock. Spasming, tightening to the point of strangling my dick and it feels fuckin’ amazing. She cries out my name and I blow my fuckin’ load inside of her.

  “Fuck, Holly. Fuck. Fuck!” I go limp on her and in her.

  And then I lean to the side so I can slap her right ass cheek.

  “No coming unless you have permission,” I snarl in her ear.

  She nods, “I’m sorry.” She gulps. “Sorry, Sir. You’re just… so good at that.”

  I laugh before I catch myself. She laughs, too. And her laughing while I’m inside her feels …. fuck.

  “That’s not fucking funny.” I yank her hair hard.

  “Ow! I’m sorry, Alessandro. I tried.” I hear her smile in her voice.