by TorreS, Pet
"I was looking for you."
"Is there a problem?" he insists, bending his face to one side.
"No!"
I answer, afraid at his gaze and look at his tiger again.
"It's you who feeds your Tiger?"
“As often as I can."
"He is gorgeous!" I exclaim looking at the face of the animal.
Larson turns his back to me and gives the last piece of raw meat to his hungry animal.
"When did you start becoming interested in tigers?" I question him as I approach and stop walking behind the host.
Larsson turns to face me.
"Since my childhood," he confesses.
I raise my eyebrows.
"Wow! So it has been a long time!"
He runs his hand along his hair, throwing his bangs back, but it is disobedient and comes back to his face.
"I was seven when I saw a tiger in front of me for the first time."
His gaze seems to drift off to memories of his past.
"I abandoned my mother's hand and walked straight to a cage which had a huge tiger. I remember that people were scared, but I was not afraid of him. I approached the cage and stretched out my hand to the tiger."
I smile as I imagine this scene, Larsson as a child before an adult tiger.
“He walked to me and sniffed my hand. People were surprised at this - seeing a little boy of seven becoming so close to a tiger."
He sighs deeply.
"Then I looked at the tiger and I swore to myself that one day I would have an animal just like him."
I smile again as I think his story is thrilling and beautiful.
"My mother approached me and pulled me away from the cage. She managed to keep me away from that animal, but never managed to quash this obsession within me, after I had seen a real tiger in front of me."
He walks to the side and smoothes his hair with his hands. "I love them as if they are a piece of me."
I approach Larson and touch his back gently.
"For the first time I’ve heard you expressing beautiful things."
He turns to face me.
"That makes you less of a monster."
He smiles slightly.
"Do you still see me as a monster?"
His eyes stare at me. I shrug my shoulders and nod my head at him, answering 'yes', through my own gestures.
He puts his hands on his waist, smiles sighing and shakes his head from side to side, as he looks outraged at the word 'monster'.
Chapter 6
"Everyone notices you keep this girl here for yourself."
~ Constancia
"Mr. Larsson, Senator Olavo wants Emily in his company tonight." Constancia notifies him as soon as she approaches his desk.
Larsson makes grimaces at his papers as he looks surprised and tries to be objective.
"Emily is not available tonight." He tells her and lights his cigarette as he looks around uneasily.
"Since this girl came to this place, she is never available to any customer." Constancia grumbles.
Larsson leans his back on his leather chair and faces her, unhappy.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean what everyone has noticed."
"And what does everyone notice?" he asks as he moves his cigarette away from his lips.
"Everyone notices you keep this girl here for yourself."
Larsson looks at some papers on his table and remembers my fascinating gaze.
"They are even commenting that you have some kind of feelings for this girl."
***
Larsson TIGER decides to release me to go to a suite in a luxury hotel. However, I am taken by his bodyguard and by Larsson TIGER himself.
At this time we are walking to the hall of the hotel. I walk with my head down, protected by a white cape that hides my underwear.
Every step I take, the agony inside me asks the unanswered question.
Why has Larsson TIGER, after so many months of keeping me in his exclusivity, decided to authorize the delivery of my body to another man?
We stop in front of a white door with the number 177 on it. His bodyguard knocks on the door and it is opened by a gray-haired man.
This would be the senator, I imagine.
Then the white door is closed, so I enter the luxury room of the hotel.
The walls of the room have wallpaper in golden tones. All the furniture is also golden. The bed sheets are white and there is a red quilt at the foot of the bed.
I look at it and swallow hard as I think that within a few minutes I'll be ‘enjoying’ it with the senator.
He approaches me and puts his hands on my shoulder. His gaze runs over my body, even though it is completely hidden inside my white cape. His hands remove my cape from my body and he is faced with a provocative woman, as I am dressed in a short, black leather dress.
He slides his fingers over my blood red lips.
Within seconds his hands strongly pull at the neckline of my dress and then he rips it into two parts.
I mutter, scared as I see me only in my panties before that animalistic man. His attitudes demonstrate that he likes violent sex.
He is only in his satin ice shorts. His great belly makes him even more charmless.
"Bitch!" he cries at me and hits my face.
In that moment I realize that he takes pleasure in beating women.
"Ordinary!"
Another slap in my face and I feel the anguish in silence.
"Slut!"
He pushes me against the wooden furniture and I scream out, terrified the moment I feel my blood running down my face.
The Senator comes behind me and holds me tightly. I scream, desperate, but all this excites him more and more.
"Cry more, bitch!"
At that moment, someone opens the door, with just a kick. Then, Larsson comes into the room.
The senator stares, scared at Larsson.
"I have not finished yet."
"And you won't finish it, you bastard!" Larsson says, pulling his gun from his waist and pointing it towards the senator.
"Give me the girl!"
The senator smiles, embarrassed at him. "I paid for her."
"Free the girl or I will unload all my bullets in your head!"
Larsson begins taking steps toward us. The senator throws me at Larsson and I run to seek refuge in his arms.
I hug him desperately, as my blood stains his chest. Larsson faces the senator in repulse and then he informs him, "You will never again solicit any of my girls because of your cowardice!"
"I will sue you for this, Larsson TIGER! You are threatening me with your gun!"
Larsson exalts with more hate at the senator.
"Do it, SENATOR! And it will be the end of your career! Everyone will love to know of a scandal involving a senator who loves abusing luxury prostitutes."
"Do it and I will kill you!"
"Do not forget, Senator, I can kill you first."
Larsson raises his pistol toward the head of the powerful politician.
"Never cross my path." Larsson warns him. Then he leans to the floor, grabs my white cape, turns his back to the senator and he walks out of the room as he is hugging me.
In the hallway of the hotel he protects my body with my white cape, thus hiding my nakedness.
We get into his car and his bodyguard starts driving the vehicle. I keep my gaze toward the window to my right, all the time. After all, I do not want to face Larsson TIGER's because once again I hate him. I went through that dangerous and embarrassing situation because of him, precisely because he allowed me to go to the cruel Senator's suite.
He extends his hand towards me and I see a dark scarf between his fingers.
However, we remain silent. I hold his scarf and slip it over my face, removing some blood from my nose.
The dark vehicle finally parks in front of Larsson TIGER's mansion and I'm surprised because Larsson does not take me straight to his club.
Chapter 7
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"I came here to protect you."
~Larsson TIGER
I sit on his ivory sofa and look down at the carpet with tiger print. But I do not feel good at all. There is a bitterness that corrodes me.
I have a feeling of dissatisfaction at myself. I'm the idiot who insists on living in hell to try to restore the soul of an angel in the darkness.
I look up at the ceiling and sigh hopelessly. I am powerless to try to live in happiness where there is only cruelty, violence, and anarchy and no love...
Larsson returns to the living room, bringing a first aid box. He kneels before me and puts the box on the couch, right next to me. Then he wets the gauze with 70% alcohol and begins to gently rub my face. There are some scratches above my right eye. However, our words are hidden in our lips. It is because I do not dare to challenge the silence about us.
"Take a bath!" He says as he rises. "And have a rest!"
***
I leave the bathroom dressed in a white robe, and I remember the first time I was in that house.
I wore just a robe like that.
I walk to the room which I also sleep in for the first time. The sweet memories come almost at once in my head.
I can see Larsson TIGER as an angel in black, the same angel who rescued me from the road.
I gaze at the bed with white sheets and I remember my first sexual experience in the arms of the host.
Then I think, why has fate united us?
For me to be only a sexual toy with which he can have fun?
Fun...
That word causes me trauma and chills...
Maybe because of it I am experiencing all these bad things in my life.
I pull back the sheets and lie in bed. Then I try to sleep quickly, perhaps to try to forget the turbulent night in that luxury hotel or then the reality, which I am again in the Larsson TIGER's mansion, sharing the same roof and not the same bed as I would wish for...
My desperate cries in that senator's room torment the majestic Larsson TIGER and he cannot fall asleep easily.
The host of the house rises from his bed, lights his cigarette and sits in his dark armchair to the side of his bed. He feels guilty for my screams and also for my wounds. If he had not forced me to be in the company of the senator that night, I wouldn't have lost blood, I would not have been abused by blows and shoves that not only hurt my flesh but my soul as well.
I turn in bed from one side to the other, trying to find some sleep in a comfortable position. I turn to the side again and look back toward the door of my room. My eyes become bright and intense when I see a figure in a robe and dark pants. He is standing in the doorway, watching me roll in bed like a football on the green grass of a field.
The room is dark but bright enough so I can see him perfectly.
He moves away from the door, closing it behind him and walking towards the bed. I stay still watching him.
He stops walking beside the bed, facing me. His fingers smooth his hair back.
"Are you okay?" He finally asks me.
"You can’t sleep either?" I question him and do not bother to answer his question.
"I could not sleep tonight before I checked if you're okay."
"Do not worry, my wounds were mild, I think I can survive them."
I stare seriously at him, checking his face's expression to see if my answer reassures him.
He sits on the bed and his hand touches my face. His caresses almost involve me in reveries in which he and I can live together in love.
Larsson lays beside me and then his arms cross over my body and pull me towards him. His eyes shine intensely at me and I barely blink in order to continue to face them with intensity.
"I did not come here looking for sex." He confesses with his hoarse voice.
"So you came here looking for what?" I question, doubtful.
He always sees me as one of his favorite sexual toys. Would I be anything else besides?
His hands hold my face and he gently kisses my dark hair.
"I came here to protect you."
His arms bend over my body and I can feel his protection through them. My body shudders with an indescribable effect.
Hours pass by and we remain in each other’s embrace, no sex, no caress, no words.
A few minutes later, he is lying on his back, staring up at the dark ceiling. I'm lying on his side, watching him. I crawl up onto his body and mount up his stomach. My arms surround his head from side to side. Our eyes are so close, our faces and our breath too. Then I sense that this is the right time for me to tell him...
"I LOVE YOU LARSSON TIGER."
His forehead wrinkles at my words. He also seems confused and dizzy.
My lips dare to try the honey of his mouth and I finally feel them gently and then I feel them with intensity and delicacy, when I realize that he complies with my kiss. I taste his tongue challenging mine while his hands squeeze my breasts with a growing desire.
After tonight, everything can be different...
In case love finally can break the strengthened lock that keeps the intimate side of Larsson TIGER captive.
At the same time it leaves a trail along the distance of his cold heart completely free for ardent affection to enter in it, in a unique and irreversible manner.
THE END
Forced
Penitence
Book 4
In the Tiger’s Obsession Series
Books in this series
Tiger’s Obsession, book#1
Robbed virginity, book#2
Ardent affection, book#3
Forced penitence, book#4
Renascent soul, book#5
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Revision: July, 9, 2014
Title: Imposed Penitence
Author: Pet Torres
Original title: Penitência imposta
Translation: (2014) Pet Torres books
Electronics edition: (2014) Pet Torres books
Dedicated
To my parents
To my sisters
To my nephews
Acknowledgments
To my dear readers
The Florence and the machine band
I got enthusiastic about its music.
“I do not consider myself a writer; I'm just a person trying to express my sensibility and fantasy onto the paper through my writing.”
PET TORRES
“And I believe that a marriage without love is like a body without a soul.”
Emily, Forced Penitence.
Synopsis
Annoyed at the indifference of Larsson Tiger, Emily renounces her great and only love.
Now she longs for her freedom away from the green eyes of the obsessive Larson Tiger.
On a full moon night, Emily decides she needs to get away – as far away as possible and never look back.
But Larsson believes Emily still is alive and he is determined to find her again, even if he has to go to hell to bring her back into his life.
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Chapter 1
The first time I saw Larsson TIGER after I had kissed him was in the club. He arrived at the club, holding his tiger cub in his arms and feedin
g him with a huge bottle of milk.
The small animal behaved himself staying very still in the arms of his owner, even inside a nightclub packed with people.
Some girls who worked for Larsson came running towards him to see his new ‘toy.’ However, Larsson seemed to not want to divide his attention between his little tiger and these women.
He walked ahead leaving them behind.
Finally, he came toward me, still holding his little animal. I remained standing in the middle of the great hall. I stared at him feeling I had the most brilliant and passionate eyes in that club.
I felt my heart beat rapidly with every step he took in my direction. I held onto the velvet fabric of my long dress as my nerves began to take hold.
It looked like he was coming to talk to me.
I felt hopeful, almost smiling as he approached.
But as usual my body felt like it was no longer under my control. I felt my face become red when Larsson TIGER passed me without even looking at my face or saying a word to me.
"Good evening, bitch!" He finally said.
I saw the disdain in his cold, indifferent eyes. Maybe our kiss has made him even more sadistic.
I looked down at the floor and tried to hold back the tears which threatened to run down the soft skin of my face. I felt like I was a loser walking onto a battleground.
My hopes were crushed with such an intensity. I held my forehead with my hand, trying to get my balance and keep myself standing. I was after all, in the middle of a gigantic hall crowded with people looking for fun.