After breakfast I spent the morning in the library. It was another dimly lit cavernous room filled from floor to ceiling with old books. The books were yellowed and filled with silverfish. It was obvious that no one ever came to this room. I dusted off a deep armchair and tried to read, but it was cold and I could not concentrate. Eventually I left and went back to the breakfast room to wait for Misty to show up for lunch.
Fortunately, she arrived before everyone else.
‘There you are,’ she said with a genuinely friendly smile. ‘I was just about to go looking for you.’
‘I need to talk to you, Misty.’
‘Oh, well, come along to the saloon then.’
We walked together to the saloon and Misty sat on the sofa nearest to the fireplace.
‘It’s so fucking cold,’ she complained. ‘Fortunately, it will all come back on in about an hour’s time. So what did you want to talk to me about?’
‘I just wanted to know more about what is expected of me.’
She frowned. ‘Nothing is expected of you.’ She licked her lips. ‘Other than what you do for Guy at night. He will be flying in by helicopter sometime this afternoon and you will be required to make yourself available for him tonight at nine forty-five. I will come and pick you up and take you to him.’
I nodded. ‘OK.’
‘Guy has instructed you to wear the dressing gown that you will find laid out on your bed and nothing under it. And please leave your hair loose.’
‘Can we talk a little bit about Guy?’
‘What do you want to know?’
‘Has he fallen on bad times?’
‘Goodness no. Guy is a billionaire.’
‘Oh!’ A billionaire. Even a millionaire was outside my comprehension. I frowned. ‘Why the missing paintings then? And why would he allow this beautiful old castle to fall into ruin like this?’
‘Broughton Castle is actually a baronial estate that borrows the appearance of a castle. It was built during the Gothic revival. I believe Guy bought it and everything in it without having seen it: what was left of the paintings, the books, the kitchen equipment, the furniture… Everything.’
‘Why doesn’t he do it up then?’
‘I’m afraid I don’t know. And even if I did I couldn’t discuss it with you. He is very private and anything he wants you to know he will tell you himself.’
‘Can you at least describe him to me?’
‘The truth is, Lena, nobody here except Mr. Fellowes has actually seen his face. He wears a mask at all times.’
‘A mask? Why?’ I asked, quite shocked by the information.
Her voice dropped a few octaves. ‘He was involved in a car accident. His face was very badly burned and now he will never allow anyone to see him without his mask other than Mr. Fellowes.’
Immediately I thought of an old hunchbacked creature, so ugly that he had to wear a mask at all times. I felt my heart sink. First Zara and her perversions and now this. ‘But what’s he like?’ My tone, I was glad to note, was level and not as unhappy as I felt.
She shrugged. ‘He keeps himself to himself, but even masked he is one hell of a man. To start with he has a really sexy, ripped body. He doesn’t sleep much and often he trains for hours at night. I once accidentally saw him in the gym. I made the mistake of not showing myself straight away and had to stay hidden behind one of the pillars for two bloody hours! I’ve never seen anyone push themselves like that. Running, lifting weights, pulling himself up on the bar. Still, lovely body.’
*****
Later that afternoon the power was returned to the castle. The lights came on and heat began to issue out of the wooden boxes attached to the walls. About two hours later I heard the sound of a helicopter arriving and I felt a knot of nervous fear clutch at my stomach. It never left until Misty came to fetch me at exactly nine forty-five p.m.
‘Are you ready?’ She seemed very solemn.
I nodded apprehensively.
We walked silently in the long bare corridors. It was an unhappy place that appealed to an unhappy man.
She opened a door to a bedroom similar to mine. A large fire burned in the fireplace filling the room with its warmth and light.
I got naked and Misty fit leather straps around my wrists and ankles. When they were snugly bound she hooked them to the chains that were anchored to the posters of the bed. The press of the leather and the rattling of the chains were not foreign. This had already been done to me. I had already been locked in a cage like an animal. No choices. No pleasure. Just my fate.
But then she secured the blindfold over my eyes. And the experience became totally different. With my eyes covered all my senses were heightened and intensified. I quieted my mind and quietly waited for him. The bed beneath my cheek was soft; the sheet was silky and cool. There was a breeze. It must have been coming from the chimney. I started to filter the silence. Muffled footsteps in the corridor. Heavier than Misty’s.
My heart started pounding hard. I heard the doorknob turn. The door opened. Someone was standing at the doorway looking in. My pulse jumped. The silence was deafening. Seconds passed. I remained very still, very quiet. Then footsteps. Nearing. I felt his energy. It reached out before him. Like a hand. And touched me.
Chapter 11
Hawke
Stunning. She was stunning. I caught my breath. The firelight danced on her creamy skin and raw, primal desire pulsed in my heated blood.
She had been chained and presented exactly as I had requested. Beautifully. Forehead to the bed, arms stretched out, ass in the fucking air. She lay very still in her shackles except for the imperceptible movement her body made with every breath she took. Her blonde hair fell over the sides of her face, covering it and spreading out on the sheet. Fascinated I watched her skin stretch over her spine and shoulder blades, her buttocks. She was pale and untouched, like a pure angel. I felt a sudden dizzying rush of power. And she was mine. My possession. I bought you. I own you, Lena Seagull. You are mine to do with as I please.
She was here for my pleasure.
I owned her the way I owned my shoes.
I wanted to bury myself inside her mouth, her cunt, her ass. I wanted to brand the angel. A sudden rush of blood to my cock made it pulse and harden painfully. It felt as if it would rip apart with the intense pressure of my arousal. It was begging for release. I took pleasure in the pain. It was a long time since it had done that. I took a deep breath. I would use her as if she was an object existing purely for my pleasure. I never wanted to know one fucking thing about her or her miserable little life, or her inevitably sad story.
I would only ever see her in this room in this magnificent position. I would never look into her eyes. I would never lose control. I would never allow myself to be weak. She was here for MY pleasure and mine alone.
I moved into the room and stood at the back of her. Her plump ass was held high in the air, the puckered hole ready for me to enter it. Between the cheeks her cunt, plump and pink and juicy, pushed up as if begging for my cock to drive into it. I wanted to grab her hair and pound her so hard with my cock that she screamed. I wanted to see her writhe under me.
I walked up to her, my eyes riveted by the wet heat I saw glistening at the center of her. I stood over her. She had begun to shake with fear. The air felt thick with her anxiety.
‘Lift your ass.’
Her body slid backward and downward as her ass moved up toward me. I put the tip of my finger on the entrance to her sex. Her instinctive reaction was to jump away, but she stilled it and I inserted my finger about an inch deep. Helplessly, she tensed around it, the tight muscles clenching, and I smiled. I pushed my finger all the way and she gasped. The sound was like that first thrilling note of a symphony orchestra that shimmers in the air above your head. I was maestro of this concert. I reveled in the ultimate power I held over her. She would just be a body, to be taken and ridden, a repository for my sperm. No bullshit feeling or emotions.
I took my finger ou
t of the folds of flesh and went around to the front of her. Her forehead was resting on the bed. I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled the zipper down. I stepped out of my boxers and my cock jumped out eagerly. Kneeling in front of her I fisted the golden mane and pulled her face upwards. She was wearing the blindfold and yet I felt it again. That strange connection. I felt terror. No, a voice inside me cautioned. No. I will not allow this slip of a girl to…defeat me, ruin me. I forced that cold sensation of control to return. It covered me like a cloak. My cock became rock hard.
‘You are here to be mine…in every possible way. When I tell you to do something, you must do it instantly. You are not to challenge me in any way. Is that understood?’
My answer was a slight tightening of her hair in my fist.
‘Open your mouth. I want to fuck that first.’ My voice was unforgiving and stern.
Without hesitation, like a blind newborn creature that turns its face toward a nourishing breast, she opened her mouth, her lips trembling.
Fuck. Why did she cause this reaction in me? She was nothing. Just a piece of meat. I would use her and discard her.
Angry with myself I shoved my cock roughly into her open mouth. Her lips closed lightly around the engorged head. The inside of her mouth was warm and silky. She didn’t do anything, simply held me inside the wet heat as I had instructed her to. It didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right.
‘Tighter,’ I ordered harshly.
She wrapped her lips so tightly her cheeks hollowed. Desire raced through my body. Holding onto her hair, I plunged into her mouth, faster, deeper, harder until she was choking and gagging and struggling with the full size of my cock, but I did not stop. Her lips and tongue rolled over my skin. Gripping her hair hard I exploded inside her mouth. Her body jerked with surprise.
‘Don’t swallow. Open your mouth and show me.’
I slid easily out of her.
She held her mouth open with her throat closed and I saw my seed swirling inside her mouth. It gave me a cheap thrill.
‘Now swallow,’ I instructed.
She closed her mouth and swallowed.
‘Lick your lips.’
A pink tongue snaked out and licked the remaining drops of semen. Her absolute obedience did not bring satisfaction or pleasure. It disturbed me. I stared at her curiously. She was a well-trained girl. Training like that must take a hefty dose of fear. The thought made me frown.
I let her hair go, but her face remained unmoving and in the position I had held it in, the throat exposed and stretched. I noticed that her blindfold had become darker with tears.
Like a man in a daze I reached out a hand, and nearly touched the wet blindfold, before I remembered myself, and retracted it quickly. Damn her. The tenacity was admirable, but I would not allow that admiration to grow into anything more. Allowing emotion to creep into my heart would mean losing control... To her. She would never have such power over me. I would never allow it. I pushed away from her and went around her to her raised ass.
‘Spread your legs.’
She spread them rather well. Her submission gave me pleasure, but as if to make a point I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs and spread them farther so that every part of her was exposed to me and she was in an unnatural and humiliating position. Without warning I pushed my finger into her little pussy. The muscles rippled around my finger as I curled it and massaged the secret wall of flesh inside her. I heard her indrawn breath and increased my speed until she was dripping onto my hand. She never made a sound.
I grabbed her hips and holding them up so her knees no longer touched the mattress I pushed into her glistening whorls of flesh slowly. She was so small and tight I had to force my way in. Her body was shuddering as she stretched to accommodate the size of my cock, and yet she made not a whimper or a moan. She did not try to beg her way out of it or act innocent or manipulate me with tears. I tried to ignore her complete silence, but it stung me. It made me rough. I plunged in. The mattress sank with the force of my thrust.
She gasped. I luxuriated in the reaction.
There was still an inch to go. I wanted to possess her completely. I wanted her to be completely taken. I wanted to see her writhing at the end of my cock. I drove in and buried myself to the hilt. Her body tried to jerk away, but my fingers were digging into her flesh and holding her so tightly that no movement was possible. She made a small stifled sound. I knew that I had hurt her then.
It was barely a gasp but I heard it, and it pained me as if I had hurt myself. And that surprised me. I had never been big on empathy. Money. That was the language and emotion I understood. She had one job and one job only. To service me. To be available to me whenever I wanted her to be a wild animal that I had to tame. I wanted her to thrash out, so that when I took her hair in my fist I would not care if I hurt her.
She gasped. It gave me goose bumps. Her thighs began to tremble. I watched her body tremble as she took in deep breaths. I waited for her to accommodate my width and length and then I began to ram into her hard. In and out. In, out. Savagely, like a man possessed, and perhaps I was that, that night. I pumped into her virgin cunt with a ruthlessness that I would not have thought myself capable of. Her slim body jerked under the brutal assault. Sweat gleamed on her skin.
It was wrong. I knew it was wrong and the knowledge made me even more ruthless. She was already getting the better of me. The slap of my skin against her was loud in the empty room. I grunted with the force of my thrusts. Her tight muscles contracted involuntarily and milked me of everything I had.
My climax was powerful and hard. I roared, bucked, and, with heat radiating out of me, exploded deep inside her. For a moment I remained kneeling on the bed, gripping her hips hard, and buried deep inside and spilling the last bit of my seed into her.
Then I pulled out of her. I saw her blood and I felt victorious. The delicate skin of her sex was torn. I had branded her. She will never forget me for as long as she lives. She will be an old woman in a rocking chair and she will remember this night. I stared at her cunt. It looked swollen and used. She lay unmoving.
I put out a hand and began to play with her folds. Smearing our juices and playing with that hidden bud. I felt her body tense. The involuntary response fired my blood the way that most seductive women had not. It raced in my veins. I was ready to take her again, but I did not. I knew she could not take it. I circled the bud the way the predator does its prey. Slowly, with total focus.
She climaxed like no other woman I knew. A fierce growl rose in her throat. Her skin flushed a rosy pink and her body and sex convulsed sharply. Her toes pointed involuntarily. Her cry was muffled: she had bitten the mattress. She was breathing hard when I stood up and got dressed. She remained in her position and I walked to the door. When I touched the handle she spoke for the first time. And the sound of her voice, young and sweet and clear, was like a knife. It cut me to the bone.
‘Is this going to be my life from now on?’ she asked, her voice ringing out as clear as a bell.
I turned and looked at her, and her blindfolded face was turned in my direction. Blonde hair streamed down her neck and shoulders. Some strands were damp and stuck to her forehead and cheeks. She must have bitten her lip; it was bleeding. I had used her and abused her. With blood running from her mouth and vagina, she looked totally helpless, soiled, and pitiful, and yet in that moment I saw her not from my position of master at the doorway to her abuse, but from the wilderness of my soul, and she seemed a light, pure and shining. It was I who was unclean and contemptible. The thick scars on my face burned. Time had been heavy on my soul.
I realized then that I would never win this game. I would never reign over her.
In fact, I had already lost. Without even having seen her gray eyes. Saying nothing I opened the door and walked out of the room. Ceba had heard my approach, and was already on his feet. I touched his blameless head. The soft fur. A strange feeling swept over me. I recognized it suddenly. Intense guilt. I was harming
her. The feeling that I had betrayed her. I was connected to her somehow. And angry with myself. I could have done it in a different way. It was not her fault. Her complete stillness had shocked me. Her total lack of emotion.
I took out my mobile and called Misty.
‘I’m finished,’ I said. My voice was cold and distant, but inside me I was in a state of terrible turmoil. Her blood was on my hands and body. I needed a shower. I needed to wash away my shame.
Chapter 12
Lena
The door closed and I heard his footsteps disappear down the corridor. For a little while there was silence. I moved my cramped body until I lay curled up on my side. The chains rattled. My mind was blank. Perhaps I was in shock. I felt removed from the room, from what had just happened to me. I felt lost and confused. As if I had just woken up from a dream. I grasped a fistful of the sheet underneath me and gripped it tight as if it could keep me from tumbling into the abyss.
The past seemed so far away. So lost. The memories so distant that they could be visited only in my dreams.
I knew I had been sold to be a sexual object for someone’s use, but I had acknowledged it only vaguely, and carefully had never given the picture detail or color. In truth I had never imagined that this is what it would come to. Chained and sexually abused by a stranger I would never see.
I knew he was tall. I could tell by the height his voice was coming from. He had big hands and a big penis. It had hurt me. I heard a sound in the corridor. Then the door opened and I heard Misty gasp from the doorway. Her steps toward me were light and quick. She removed the blindfold.
‘He hurt you. You’re bleeding,’ she said. There was anger in her voice.
Even more than the shame I felt about a total stranger having put his sexual organ into me and done whatever he pleased with me, I felt ashamed and humiliated that she should see me in this way. I shook my head.
‘It doesn’t matter,’ I mumbled.
But she was furious. ‘Oh, you poor thing,’ she ranted. ‘He’s a bastard. I used to admire him and think he was special, and now I can see that he is just a monster.’
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