Revenge

by E M Courier

  Alexander pours himself a glass of bourbon, downing it in one gulp.

  ***

  Scarlett screams as she wakes up in a strange room.

  The last thing she remembers is being in a house in Nevada. Alexander was there and so was her father—tied up. Alexander claimed some horrible things and her father wept while her boss staked his claim on her.

  Confused. Disorientated. Frightened. She doesn’t know where she is or what is going to happen to her.

  Her father looked so scared for her. Scared for her to be near Alexander, her boss, the man who took her out to dinner and made her smile. The man who smiled himself as he watched her with a gleam in his eyes. Her thoughts wander to her father and what happened to him. He is the only family she has left if anything happened to him, she would truly be alone in this world.

  She hears locks click from the other side of the door. In steps Alexander dressed in a crisp new suit. Navy tailored pants, a white collared button up with a navy blazer to match. His blond hair is slicked back, curling underneath his ears. He looks strikingly handsome, so much that Scarlett’s heart drops to the pit of her stomach.

  “What do you want?” She looks around trying to plot her own escape. “Why am I here?”

  “You’re here because you’re mine.”

  Her eyes narrow.

  “You belong to me,” his voice laced with a possessive tone.

  “I belong to no one.”

  Alexander grabs a chair from the nearby vanity and sit on it. “Your father is responsible for the death of my sister.”

  “You’re insane.”

  “Am I?” He scratches at the scruff on his chin. “You told me you got that scar in a car accident. Let me guess it was September thirtieth, sixteen years ago.”

  “How did you…”

  “Because the car your father hit was my car. He killed my sister.”

  Scarlett is speechless. She struggles to find the right words. “It...it was probably an accident.”

  “It was no accident, Scarlett. Or should I say Hazel?”

  Blinking a few times she can’t wrap her mind around what is happening. “I don’t understand.”

  “Don’t play the innocent card with me, Hazel MacIntyre.”

  “My name is Scarlett Halloway!”

  “And yet you have no birth certificate to prove it.”

  “Where is my father?” She demands.

  “In my care. Don’t worry,” he strides across the room to look out the window. “We’re going to have lots of fun together.”

  Scarlett scoffs. “There’s no way. You’ll have to force me because I would never willing give you anything.”

  “You will,” he says sure of himself. “And when you do you’ll be begging for more. Get some rest, tomorrow I will groom you to be my perfect pet.”

  Alexander walks out of her room shutting and locking the door behind him. She runs toward the door hoping it’ll open by some miracle but she’s locked. A prisoner in this room. Making her way to the window he was just looking out, she notices bars preventing any type of escape.

  There is a knock on her door not even five minutes after Alexander leaves. She stands by the door unsure how to answer.

  “Who is it?”

  “Mister Novak sent me,” a feminine voice rings. She unlocks the door and enters without invitation. “I have some things for you.”

  “What kind of things?” She says hesitantly as she watches a woman, maybe a decade older than herself, set down a pile of items on her bed. “First off, Mister Novak would like you to start taking birth control if you haven’t already.”

  “Wel Mister Novak can shove it up his—“

  “Take one pill everyday at eight o’clock in the morning. If you don’t I will be forced to inject you.”

  Noted.

  “Mister Novak wants you to strip your clothes.”

  “Will he give me new ones?” She crosses her arms stubbornly.

  “No.”

  “Then no.”

  “Please don’t make me force you, because I will.” The look on her face is cold and sends chills through Scarlett's body. “If you try to escape you will be chained to your bed, so don’t make things harder for yourself. You are permitted to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner downstairs in the dining hall. I will personally unlock the door for you and guide you down. Meal time is the only time you will be permitted to wear this robe,” she points to a white satin robe now on her bed. “And if you disobey orders just remember...there are always eyes watching you. You may call me Rosie, if you need anything just holler.”

  Rosie doesn’t budge still waiting for her to strip. Scarlett has always been modest—a prude as some would call her—it’s not that she is embarrassed by her body. She is just embarrassed by other people seeing her naked.

  Slowly she unbuttons her shirt swallowing her mortification and trying her best not to cry. Rosie holds out her hand for her shirt. She’s left in her bra and skirt. She unzips the skirt and it pools down at her feet. She steps out of it as Rosie picks it up. Standing in her bra and underwear she feels vulnerable and scared. The chill in the air gives her goosebumps.

  “All of it,” Rosie says impatiently.

  Turning her back to Alexander’s minion. She unhooks her bra first and then pull down her underwear. Her butt completely exposed to the stranger behind her. She bends down to pick up her delicates and holds them out.

  Rosie sighs snatching them from her grasp and exiting without another word.

  Feeling exposed, vulnerable, stupid, and scared, she grabs the sheet on her bed and wraps her body in it. Looking around the room she spits the security camera which she promptly gives the middle finger.

  Fuck you if you’re watching, Alexander.

  Looking at the packet of birth control pills she is tempted to throw them down the toilet. The audacity and the cockiness this man has to think he is really going to get lucky—after all he has done to her and her father. She is his prisoner, not his lover! The man is insane.

  She always thought her first time would be special. Earth shattering. The man would love her and be patient with her. There would be nothing but trust and adoration between them. Not something forced and dirty.

  Jo must be worried sick. If there is anyone she can count on for getting her out of this place, it’ll be Jo. Her friend has always had a mouth on her, always starting fights and getting them in trouble. Surely she’ll show up at Scarlett’s work and demand to know what happened to her. Why she never came home.

  Scarlett crosses her fingers she doesn’t believe whatever made up story Alexander will come up with.

  Her room is nicer than any room she has ever had. Nicer than any hotel room she could ever afford and nicer than any apartment she ever looked at in her budget. The bed is king sized, she’s only ever had a twin, and above the bed is a canopy with thick drapes. The room is a cream color decorated with splashes of light blue. The room has its own couch, desk, vanity, and dresser and has two doors one leading to a walk-in closet—empty—and the other to a bathroom larger than her bedroom at home.

  The bathroom is the most magnificent with granite counter tops, beautiful tiles, and matching wallpaper. The bathroom is clean with white fixtures including a crystal chandelier and a porcelain tub enough to fit three people comfortably. The shower is walk-in equipped with a bench for sitting and two shower heads with various settings.

  The most striking thing about the bathroom is the little surveillance camera in the corner.

  Pervert.

  ***

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Alexander ties up some loose ends at the office before taking his approved ‘vacation.’

  He is distracted by thoughts of how to train her into his perfect little submissive. Pulling out his phone he looks at the surveillance cameras in her room. She is walking around in a bedsheet.

  Punishment number one.

  Alexander is sure she’ll enjoy him bending her over his knee and spanking her s
o hard her toes will curl. He’ll enjoy it, too.

  “You asshole,” Liam bursts through Alexander’s office door, pointing his finger.

  “Come in,” he replies rather annoyed.

  “Where is Scarlett?”

  Alexander shrugs his shoulders. “She’s requested time off. Not to mention I am taking time off as well.”

  “I’m not an idiot,” he says with a low warning tone. “I know you found Gavin. Whether you killed him or not, I have no idea. Frankly I don’t care as much as what you did to Scarlett.”

  “Have we developed a crush for our dear Scarlett?” Alexander raises an eyebrow.

  “This isn’t a game. She’s an innocent bystander in all of this.”

  Packing his briefcase, he stands up from his desk and heads toward the door which Liam is blocking. “I would move out of the way if I were you.”

  “What are you going to do? Hit me?” Liam challenges.

  “What is it you think you’re accusing me of?” Alexander pushes past him.

  They ride the elevator together, much to Alexander’s displeasure.

  “Did you kill her?”

  “For God's sake, no,” he rolls his eyes.

  “Did you kill him?”

  A smile creeps on his face as he answers, “No.”

  “This isn’t you, Alexander. You’re blinded by the need for revenge. This isn’t what Ellie would want. She wouldn’t want you ruining your life. You’ve already changed so much from that day. It feels like we lost a brother, too.”

  The words almost gut Alexander.

  “Please, Alex. Tell me what’s going on. Let me help you.”

  “I don’t need help.”

  With that he leaves Liam standing speechless watching as Alexander unlocks his car and drives away. His phone on the seat next to him continues to buzz, a slew of messages incoming from his worrying siblings. His phone rings, glancing over he sees Liam’s name on display. Reaching for his phone he shuts it off. He doesn’t want to be bothered when he has so much to look forward to at home.

  His mansion is gated in, a tall black fence around the perimeter. He has to punch in a six-digit code to enter through the gates and even then there is a security office checking ID. The place is completely guarded and secluded. None of this siblings know about this mansion. He bought it on a whim to get away from the city. Those few years after Ellie’s death his siblings checked on him frequently afraid either he was going to kill himself or the drugs or alcohol would.

  He bought the mansion in hopes of making himself feel better. He didn’t want to live at home like his mother suggested, and he didn’t want to be in his penthouse. This place is his solace. The quiet and comfort making his usual tense demeanor, calm.

  Alexander can feel a growing smile on his face as he enters his home. Which is unusual considering he purposely works late so he doesn’t have to go home. Home is where you sit and do nothing. It’s not a place for relaxing. No, it is a place to be alone with your thoughts. To reflect on horrible things and then have nightmares about them.

  He loves to work. He enjoys the distraction and welcomes the busyness of his schedule. He accumulated so much vacation time people would call him idiotic for not taking it. But he doesn’t take time off. There’s no point.

  But now, he finally has a point.

  Scarlett waiting for him upstairs as Gavin waits downstairs.

  He’s dreamed of what he would do to Gavin when he got his hands on him. Since he met Scarlett she has been apart of his wildest fantasies. Fantasies he will no doubt fulfill.

  Wasting no time he makes his way upstairs and to the last door at the end of the corridor. Unlocking the only three locks on the door with the master key, he opens up to find Scarlett sleeping wrapped in tangled sheets.

  Sitting at the edge of the bed he brushes a piece of her brown hair away from her face. She looks so peaceful. Her face free of any wrinkles and her skin soft to the touch.

  He brushes his index finger along her bottom lip. Slowly she wakes up, batting those ocean blue eyes of hers. Still in a dreamlike daze, she smiles at him until reality hits. Stumbling further back into the bed, her back hits the headboard and her hands clutch at the blanket covering her chest.

  “Go away.”

  “Not happy to see me?” He tilts his head.

  “No,” she stammers. “I do not wish to see you. I want to go home.”

  “Home? Home to that shitty apartment where your roommate doesn’t give a single shit about you?”

  She creases her eyebrows.

  “The same roommate who constantly drags you out to clubs you don’t want to go to where she ditches you and brings back boys?”

  “How do you know that?”

  “I know a lot of things,” he scoots closer to her. “In fact, I think I know more about you than you know about yourself,” he pauses before taunting, “Hazel.”

  “My name is Scarlett.”

  “Is that what your daddy told you? Tell me, when you guys were on the run did he let you pick the name Scarlett? Or did he choose it for you?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she spits out angrily. “My name is Scarlett. I have never gone by any other name.”

  “It was endearing at first, but now you’re just getting on my nerves. I don’t tolerate liars,” he rips the sheet from her body.

  She tries her hardest to cover her body with her hands. Curling herself up in a ball her eyes gloss over with tears. A grown woman, modest prude and embarrassed by the naked body. A deep blush creeps on her cheeks.

  Alexander is thoroughly enjoying himself.

  “I think a punishment is fit, don’t you think?”

  She doesn’t meet his glare. Instead she is too worried about covering her nipples and making sure her pussy is hidden by her thighs.

  Alexander picks her up from her fetal position and places her on his lap. Her bare breasts are against his chest, she is heaving heavily. He places his hands on the globe of her ass squeezing enough that she gasps at the touch. Squirming, she tries her hardest to fight him but he is much too strong.

  “Behave,” he warns as he positions over his lap.

  Her legs dangle off one side, unable to reach the floor, and her elbows on the other side are leaned against the bed. Her bare pussy is laying on the thighs of his tailored suit pants and her ass on display.

  With a hard clap he smacks her ass as hard as he can. A red handprint forming quickly. She yelps further squirming in his grasp. He does this again and relishes in the sound of her cries.

  He wasn’t hurting her, no. He knows this is pleasing. You know what they say, there is pleasure in pain.

  And Scarlett just got her first taste.

  His hands knead her butt rubbing soothingly to calm her down. He doesn’t want to go too quick too fast. Five spanks will be enough for tonight.

  Lingering lower than he intended he could feel the wetness pooling between her legs. Satisfaction radiates off of Alexander like a job well done.

  The third spank makes her moan and by the fourth and fifth she is no longer squirming but arching completely into his touch.

  When he finishes he lets her crawl off her lap and into his arms, he holds her as she lets out a shuddering sob. Her emotions overwhelmed.

  Just this once, he lets her cover her body. He grabs the white cotton sheet and wraps her shivering body in it. Her nose is planted in the crook of his neck. Her tears wetting his skin and her sweet smelling breath fanning the sensitive skin there. Tiny fists push him away but grab at him the next minute. Her hands are clenched at his button up shirt holding him close. He knows she wants to get away from him, but he wouldn’t allow it. Not after what they’d done. He knows she needs the comfort. It’d be wrong if he left her after their spanking session. She would be too confused and conflicted.

  Her fiery spirit subdued. This is just a taste, and he’ll have all too much fun taming her.

  When her shoulders stop shaking and her breathing rega
ins its composure she pushes him away for good. Climbing off his lap and pulling the sheet tighter around her body she exudes anger. Her fists clenched and face turning red as she yells, “Get out! Get away from me!”

  Alexander stands and calmly says, “Now, now. You wouldn’t want another punishment.” He smirks, “Or maybe you would? You seemed to enjoy it.”

  “Get out! You disgusting pig!” Her words venom.

  “Behave and I’ll let you put on your robe for dinner.” He knows she must be starving.

  “You’ll let me?” She says still infuriated.

  Alexander gives her a warning look. One more outburst and he won’t be so forgiving.

  She turns away but he knows she is crying.

  Walking over to grab her satin robe, he holds it out for her. She looks over her shoulder and rips it out of his hand. His jaw ticks with frustration. To his surprise she throws it at his face. The soft material doing no damage.

  “I see you’re in no mood to eat tonight,” he says through gritted teeth. “I hope your little outburst was worth starving tonight. Breakfast is at eight in the morning, I hope you’ll be better behaved tomorrow.”

  “Fuck you,” she hisses.

  Alexander slams her door. Locking it roughly while muttering curse words to himself. It was going well. He was channeling his rare softer side and she ruined it discouraging him from acting with sympathy again.

  Next time she acts like a brat he’ll be sure to leave her without comfort to ponder on her vicious attitude.

  Pissed off he has to eat dinner alone, he takes a few bites of his home cooked meal before leaving the dining room to head up to his bedroom. When he is in the privacy of the master bedroom he lets out a sigh relieving the tension from his shoulders. He rubs aggravatedly at his face and runs his hands through his hair. He wishes he could scream at the top of his lungs, because that is how he feels right now.

  But there are better ways to use his energy. Or should he say a better someone to spend his energy on.

  Gavin.

  He could torment him. Torture him. Make him say the words he’s always wanted to hear to his face. Make him confess to the murder of his sister.

  Restless, he paces in his room. Plotting and planning his revenge. Thinking of how to completely bend Scarlett to his will—how to get her begging for him. He turns on his phone ignoring the hundred of missed calls and texts messages and goes straight to the surveillance cameras. Live from Scarlett’s room, she is staring out her window. She hugs her legs to her chest, still wrapped in that damned sheet.