Beasts & Bourbon

by Alta Hensley

  Roman turned around and stared at me, examining my nudity as if he was making sure I was ‘dressed’ properly for this twisted party of which I was a forced guest. The cool air of the room mixing with the cold stare of Roman had my nipples hardening and shivers running up my spine.

  Roman approached me, took hold of my hair once again, and led me to the edge of the bed. I wondered if that was the only way I would ever walk again—guided by Roman’s fist holding my hair at the scalp.

  He lowered me to the bed and released my hair. He took a few steps back and crossed his arms against his chest. “So, let’s get a couple of rules out of the way. You will remain in this room unless you are escorted out by me. There is a bathroom in here, and all food will be delivered here unless I choose to bring you to the dining room. You will remain naked from this point on. Get used to having your body belong to me. I will come here when I feel like it. It could be several times a day, or not at all. You will not question what I ask. You will not resist me in any way.” He looked toward the window. “You can try to escape, but won’t get far. Cameras are everywhere and we will catch you. You have the opportunity to walk out of here with your life if you understand and follow these rules. Do you understand?”

  I nodded.

  “Do you have any questions?”

  For the first time since arriving at the manor and seeing Roman here within these walls, he seemed to soften some. His eyes were less severe and his jaw was no longer firm. I believed he truly was giving me the opportunity to ask whatever I wanted without penalty.

  Drumming up some courage, I asked, “How many women are here? You didn’t tell me there would be others.”

  “Depends. There are several members getting ready to marry currently,” he answered. “You and I aren’t the only bride and groom getting married.”

  I paused and wondered how far I could go with the questions. I didn’t want to push too far in fear of what the consequences would be. I knew they were watching, and though I wasn’t scared of Roman, I was scared of what they would make Roman do. My hesitation must have been obvious on my face because Roman added, “Ask your questions now if you have them.”

  “What will you do to me? To earn these diamonds.”

  “Whatever I want.”

  “Will you fuck me in front of the cameras? In front of them?”

  Roman smiled, closed the distance between us, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. He took hold of my nipple and pinched. It hurt but not unbearably so. I gasped at the uninvited touch, but didn’t try to pull away.

  “Would you like that, dirty girl? For me to fuck you while others watch?”

  “No,” I said in not much more than a whisper.

  “You lie, Cheri. I can smell your desire. I can hear the way you breathe around me. Unlike the other women forced to earn their diamonds, you seemed to enjoy what happened in the bathroom. It was far from a punishment. It was as if everything was so natural for you. It fit you. It fit you like a fucking glove. You liked that you had an audience viewing just how dirty you are.”

  He pinched my nipple harder as I shook my head to try to deny the fact that, yes, my body had responded in a shocking way.

  No. He was wrong.

  Fuck. Was he wrong?

  His smile grew as his dark eyes narrowed. “Which I’m going to enjoy. I’m going to have a good time finding an actual punishment for you. I may have to get creative.”

  I pressed my thighs together to try to hide the fact that his words and biting hold of my nipple made me wet.

  “Why do you all do this?” I asked. My words came out on a gasp, so I wondered if they were even clear enough to be heard. I had already asked this question, but maybe if I kept asking it, someone would finally answer and make sense out of it all.

  “Old, royal blood runs deep, I guess you could say. Ultimate power and the thirst for domination never goes away,” he said in a deep and solemn voice.

  His hand left my nipple, which oddly my body seemed to miss. But my longing for his touch didn’t last long because he lowered his hand between my legs and pressed past the silky folds.

  I couldn’t hold back the whimper and closed my eyes in shame.

  People were watching…

  “Why are you wet, Cheri? Is it my words, the thought of what’s still to come, or simply the pain from my hand?”

  He ran his fingertip along the wetness, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t control my breathing or the little noises of betrayal that escaped my dry lips. Just as quickly as Roman had touched my pussy, he removed his hand and took hold of my hair at the scalp again.

  He yanked hard on my hair.

  “You’re hurting me.”

  “Not yet, dirty girl. Not yet.” He tugged harder, forcing my head back, exposing my neck as a vampire would do before feasting on his prey’s blood.

  I whimpered not really out of pain but out of anticipation. My body sizzled in need, and my very core screamed for more. Every word, every touch, every single thing about Roman set my body aflame—all while viewers watched it all. I was an animal in a zoo.

  An animal.

  I should be screaming. I should be fighting. I should be resisting this nightmare the best I could. Instead, I welcomed it. No… I fucking craved it. I was broken. I was shattered into a million pieces and needed Roman to fix me. I needed the fix. I needed my Prince. No matter how dark he was forced to be with me.

  “Stand up,” he commanded. “Stand right in front of me between my legs.”

  I did as he asked, though how I stood on such weakened legs, I had no idea. My head felt light and my breathing felt tight.

  “Part your cunt for me. I want to see my dirty kitty and her wet, bare pussy.”

  Never imagining myself engaged in such an act like this, I did as he asked. As if I were hypnotized by the silkiness of his directions—because that was the only thing that could explain such complete madness that was raging through me—I brought my shaky fingers to my smooth pussy lips and spread them wide for his viewing… for everyone’s viewing.

  Roman reached up and pushed his thumb into my mouth. “Suck my thumb, dirty girl. Suck on it good so I can rub it around that tiny clit of yours until you scream for me to fuck you.”

  I ran my tongue against the rough and callused skin and never released the hold of my pussy. I was still spreading myself wide as I sucked on his thumb just as he wanted me to do. My eyes connected with his for a split moment, and I wondered if it was hunger I saw hidden in their depths.

  “Beg for my cock. Beg.” He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and pressed it against my clit. I cried out in pleasure, but held my position. I didn’t want to let go of my spread lips in fear he would stop the most wicked of his touches so far. “Beg,” he commanded again.

  “Please, Master. My little hole wants to be spread open by your cock.” The words were so natural. They seemed to flow from my lips without the slightest hesitation or thought.

  His ministrations froze and he chuckled. “Oh, my dirty, dirty girl. Having you call me Master was for The Iron Colt Brotherhood’s benefit and viewing pleasure… but I like it. I think we’ll keep it that way even after we are wed. And I think I finally have found your first real punishment. That building orgasm inside of you will remain right where it is.” He spanked my pussy hard, forcing me to release the spread of my skin. “For now.”

  Roman stood up and pushed my upper half over the bed. “Stay bent over,” he said.

  I tried to regain my breath and steady my raging emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t process. All I could do was stare at my spread fingers against the bedspread as I heard the sound of a belt being removed from the loops of Roman’s pants.

  “The Iron Colt Brotherhood have some requests. Every single morning you will be paddled and every night you will receive a lashing from my belt. The severity will all depend on how good of a girl you have been leading up to it.”

  Before I
could process his words, the stinging crash of leather against skin had me howling out. The pain radiated all the way to my needy pussy, only intensifying my out-of-control hunger.

  “Please,” I pleaded as he whipped me once again.

  “Yes, Cheri. Keep begging.”

  “Please…”

  “Are you begging for me to stop belting you, or to fuck you?”

  He brought the belt down against my sensitive ass again but rather than crying, I moaned.

  The belt fell upon me again, and I moaned some more.

  “Little pain slut. You like when your Master spanks your ass as you pray he will eventually fuck you.”

  Tears of indignity and degradation fell as my orgasm built inside of me. My body became more alive with every searing swat. Yes. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard. But not before he finished the discipline. The most twisted and sexual punishment one could imagine. My mind screamed no. My ass screamed for mercy. But my core, my inner being, my soul begged for more.

  Just as the most intense explosion was about to release, Roman ceased the spanking.

  I cried out even louder than I ever had during the spanking.

  “Yes, my naughty princess. I am going to enjoy this very much.”

  I heard the sound of his footsteps approach the door, and I turned my head to see him holding the door handle. My heart fell to my stomach as I still remained in position for more.

  “No,” I whispered so low that I was sure Roman couldn’t hear me. I didn’t want him to leave. No.

  “Tomorrow I’ll be back. You just earned yourself two diamonds.”

  15

  Roman

  This was harder than I thought. For so many reasons. I stormed into the room assigned to me for the duration of my stay at the manor and slammed the door closed behind me. I scanned the upper corners of the room to make sure there weren’t any cameras present, prepared to destroy them if there were. I was the son of a fucking king, and I was getting damn tired of following the rules of The Iron Colt Brotherhood. I was two seconds from telling all of them to go fuck themselves and try to come after me. Try motherfuckers. Try.

  I walked over to the window and stared out, not really seeing anything as the rage inside nearly blinded me. I didn’t know if I should jack off to relieve my built up sexual tension or punch my fist through the window. Taking deep breaths, I tried to steady the near explosion wanting to burst from within. I had to think of Cheri and her safety. My temper wouldn’t just put me at risk, it would most certainly put her life in danger, and I knew it.

  The elders of The Iron Colt Brotherhood were known for ridding the society of any trouble-makers, and I had to do everything within my power to assure them that Cheri and I were as far from that as I could. I had seen powerful men made to look like they committed suicide. I had seen fatal car jackings made to look random. I had even seen men who crossed the brotherhood to come down with the rarest terminal diseases. If The Iron Colt Brotherhood wanted you dead, there would be no escaping their grip. I knew I needed to comply with the fucked up initiation regardless of how powerful my family was. The Iron Colt Brotherhood would always be more.

  But it was fucking hard.

  To see Cheri in that room crying and begging to leave, nearly destroyed me. But if I showed any weakness at all, I knew the brotherhood would insist on someone else doing the initiation which meant I would murder someone. I wouldn’t hesitate to slit the throat of the first man to touch my Cheri. So I had to be harsh, ruthless, merciless. I was an alpha and dominant by nature, but this initiation was taking the sadist in me to a completely new level. I would have to push myself further than I had ever gone before.

  A firm knock on the door broke me from my deep thoughts. I was about to tell whoever was on the other side of the door to go fuck themselves and leave me alone, but I also knew that was my temper speaking.

  “Yeah, come in,” I called out.

  I turned to see my friend, and my business partner of Spiked Roses walking in. I didn’t expect to see Alec even though I knew he was a member of The Iron Colt Brotherhood. I knew that he too tried to keep his distance from the society.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked him, though was very happy to see a familiar face that I could trust.

  “I was worried about you after you left our meeting at Spiked Roses. I figured you would need a friend right about now.”

  “I appreciate it,” I said as I approached him and shook his hand. “I need someone to talk me off the damn ledge. I’m two seconds from storming into Cheri’s room and yanking her out of this manor and telling all the brothers to go to hell.”

  “And you know they will kill you both for it,” Alec said.

  “Which is why I haven’t done it yet.”

  “I saw the video of what you were doing to Cheri. I’m sorry I watched, but it was the only way I could get in here to talk to you. I needed to play along even though I sure as fuck felt like I was invading your privacy.”

  “I get it. No worries.”

  “You are doing a good job,” he said. “I know that might not make you feel better, but no one would question if you are the man to do the job. You are coming across hard enough. Cruel and unrelenting. I know they are paying close attention to your every move and action to see if they need to assign another man… or men.”

  “I know. Which is why I’m turning up the asshole meter.”

  Alec chuckled. “Well, it’s working.

  “Great. Just how I want my fiancée to see me,” I said with a smirk. I knew Cheri loved me, but she had never seen this side of me. I just hoped that her feelings for me wouldn’t change when this was all over. But then… how could they not?

  “She knew what she was getting herself into, my friend. She isn’t some wilting flower who is going to break into hysterics. You know this, or you would have never asked her to earn her way into the brotherhood. And frankly,” Alec took a few steps back and smiled, “it appeared as if she may not be hating it all. I think you’ve got a little vixen on your hands.”

  “She’s scared.”

  Alec nodded. “Yes, but she’s also completely surrendering to you already. This is going to be much easier than you might think. You just have to stay focused and not lose your cool. You have to play along. From what I saw of Cheri, I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you.”

  Sighing, I said, “Yeah, I know. I’m not good at following orders.”

  “I hear you on that. But you have to. Do it for Cheri. She’s going to be able to handle everything you give her. I can see it in her. Don’t underestimate her strength.”

  16

  Cheri

  Again and again, I awoke with a lashing. I went to bed sore from the strike of Roman’s hand on my sensitive ass. I awoke to an excruciating session with the paddle, and went to bed with the kiss of his belt once again. Over and over, the routine continued. One diamond at a time.

  One excruciating earned diamond at a time.

  The days were filled with other acts of submission. Long hours kneeling or standing at attention whenever, wherever, and for however long Roman felt I needed to. He touched me, but never enough. And that was the worst part. Over and over he would slap, pinch, touch parts of my body and bring me right to the edge of ecstasy, only to pull away and leave me with the worst need imaginable. Every hour my hunger for him grew. Every second my lust intensified. I dreamed of his touch, and I fantasized of the day he would finally put his cock inside of me.

  But he never did.

  That was my punishment.

  That was my penance for the sake of The Iron Colt Brotherhood.

  And oh, how I paid, suffered, and slowly earned one diamond at a time. I cried. I pleaded. I begged for more. I had no shame or pride left. I longed for Roman to be near and never leave me, and when he did leave for the night, I sobbed for hours waiting for sunlight to come, for it brought the return of my monster. My only strength was when he was near. My body craved him li
ke a drug, and I was weak without him. So fucking weak. He was my dark prince, and he truly had mastered my body. When he said I was his—that my body was his—I’d had no idea how correct he would be.

  “Are you a good girl or a bad girl?” he asked as he had grown accustomed to asking all the mornings he arrived in a new crisp suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.

  “What do you want me to be?” I answered like I always did when he would take his belt and run it along my punished and upturned flesh after he spanked me.

  “Today I want you to be bad. I want you to talk dirty to me so I can punish that mouth of yours.”

  I turned my head just enough to see him towering over me as I was bent over the bed and gave a wicked smirk. “Fuck you, Master. Fuck you.”

  We had played this game in the past. He would force me to act out just so he could punish me more severely. Often times he would have Gage record these acts for The Iron Colt Brotherhood to view more intimately and close up. He seemed to like it most when I punched or kicked, and especially when I called him names. He seemed fueled by my mock hatred of him, though we both knew it was all for show. He knew how desperate I was for more. He could see the arousal coat my pussy and dampen my inner thighs. He would wipe at my tears of frustration as my stomach tightened and cramped from a growing need for release never to be granted. He would make promises that if I was a good girl, that maybe someday I would get a taste of my Master’s cock.

  I wanted a taste so badly.

  I wasn’t sure how many days, or how many nights passed, but Roman had changed the woman I once was. He broke down my walls and left me wide open for the taking. My battle scars were left without bandages, and Roman only opened the wounds wider.

  “You have a filthy mouth, my soon to be bride,” he said as he walked toward my bathroom.