by E M Courier
“No!” He shouts as Alexander rips off one nail and moves to the next.
Gavin struggles, biting his tongue to keep the truth concealed. Alexander is going to find out one way or another. After all his fingernails are peeled off, he finds another thing to peel—his skin. Alexander has collected some instruments from the kitchen, one being a potato peeler. Using it on his skin, he peels a thin layer of old mans skin on his arm. His screams are agonizing. Alexander’s ears ring.
“This will end if you tell me the truth. I’m a man of my word,” Alexander promises. “You killed my sister? Why?”
“No! I killed my wife’s mistake.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I murdered my wife’s daughter.”
Alexander’s hands close over Gavin’s throat. “What. Are. You. Talking. About?”
“My wife, Violet, she cheated on me. Said she couldn’t take my drunken stupor. She left when Hazel was a year old, she was gone for nearly two years when I found her living alone. I brought her back. There was no way she was leaving my family. When Hazel was seven I caught Violet talking to another man, seeing another man. I found out that year she left me she had gotten herself pregnant. I was enraged. I killed her and I hired someone to find the baby. Only to find that my wife’s baby was living in luxury with the big name family, Novak,” he gasps for air as Alexander’s grip gets tighter. “I killed her out of rage.”
“You son of a bitch,” Alexander’s hands grow tighter and tighter around Gavin’s throat until he is choking. His eyes wide and pleading for him to stop.
Stop Alexander!
“You killed my sister!” Alexander says with tears in his eyes.
“She was born to an adulterous whore!”
“She was innocent!” Alexander screams.
“It was only supposed to be me, Violet, and our precious Hazel.”
“You don’t deserve Hazel.”
“She is all I have left. My only girl. Don’t touch her.”
“Why not?” Alexander challenges.
“Because I love her!”
“It’s your turn to see something you love be destroyed. I’ll be bringing Scarlett down here to look at your disgusting face. By then I’ll have thoroughly explored her untouched body. I will make her fall in love with me and I will make her see what a monster you are.”
“Don’t you touch her!” Gavin screams like a rabid dog, spit dripping down his chin.
Alexander exits the basement feeling more tense than he did before he went down. He thought answers would make him happy, but in truth this news makes him more sick.
Scarlett and Ellie were half-sisters.
He spent half the day torturing him. The windows dark and the only light shining in is from the moon. He missed lunch and dinner, but he is only hungry for one thing.
Alexander with anger still in his system, storms upstairs and into Scarlett’s bedroom. He’s out of his mind with rage, his control on his impulses hanging by a thread. She is sitting on her bed wrapped in that stupid white sheet again.
Her big blue eyes are wide, giving him a wary look. Her mouth is parted and he has obscene thoughts of shoving himself into his mouth. He crawls on to her on the bed and rips the sheet from her. She cries out trying to cover herself. So modest. Alexander’s large body crushes her to the bed, she’s laying on her back, arms wrapped around her breasts. He leans down close to her neck and inhaled her intoxicating scent. She smells like warm vanilla cookies.
Scarlett is trembling underneath him. Her arms have goosebumps and her chest is rising and falling fast with anticipation mixed with trepidation. Alexander can no longer hold himself back as he presses his lips to her throat gently nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin there.
Her body loosens up but her pulse under his lips is running rampant. A soft exhale tells him that she likes this. But she’s fighting with herself, fighting between giving into pleasure or letting her hatred and pride win.
His hands roam her body feeling her soft skin and deep curves. He feels the slope of her belly and the slope of her breasts still covered by her hands. He grabs her wrists pulling her hands down to her side. A small protest comes from her lips, but that is when Alexander grinds his pelvis between her warm legs. She gasps, hands instantly wrapping around him.
It’d be so easy to unzip his pants and take her. Not yet. He grinds his hips against her again knowing she can feel the bulge in his pants. He also knows that with her legs spread wide, every grind of his hips, her sex is rubs against his pants. She shudders under him. Hands clenched on the fabric at his back.
He continues to give her throat all the attention. Leaving tiny little love bites all over her neck. He pulls back to see the red and purple colored marks. Smirking at a job well done, his eyes roam over to hers. Big and lustful.
He leans in closer to her face, she puckers her lips, closes her eyes and arches her body into him. He gets closer enough so his breath fans over her face, “Tell me you want me.”
Reality hits Scarlett suddenly and she pushes Alexander off her. “Get away from me!” A deep blush covers her face and she grabs a pillow to hold in front of her body. Her hand goes to her neck and she starts shaking her head. Again, fighting with herself. Mind versus body.
Alexander chuckles. “Such a disobedient girl you are. I told you before, the only time you can wear clothes is during meal time. A sheet counts. Don’t make me take this away from you. When you’re in this room I want you naked.”
“Why?” She crosses her arms. “So you can watch me through the camera? Pervert.”
“Precisely.”
“You are—”
“I’ve warned you many times about that mouth of yours, pet,” Alexander clicks his tongue. “I think you need another punishment.”
“You are not spanking me again!”
“If you wish,” he shrugs and leaves her room.
He grabs some rope and a few other instruments before reentering her bedroom. Her eyes look horrified by what’s in his hand. She scrambled from the bed and runs toward the door. He grabs her by the waist holding her bare body to his. He couldn’t let her make it to the door, she would find out then that it’s locked and there’s no escape.
With Scarlett held with one arm and the other holding the rope he sets her on the bed. She flails trying to get him off, Alexander grabs her chin and warns her to stop. “If you behave maybe I’ll show mercy.”
But she doesn’t behave.
Alexander ties her to the bed spread-eagle.
She has her eyes closed and is shaking her head from left to right. Her movements tell him she wants to cover up her body. She has such a beautiful body that he thoroughly enjoys it on display. His mouth waters and his groin aches. But this is her punishment. This isn’t fun. Not yet.
Walking over to her desk which he set down the next part of her punishment, he picks up a vibrator. Scarlett looks mortified, her mouth agape and her legs trying to close. Alexander used to rope to tie the vibrator in place directly between her legs. It rests between her already wet lips. Her protests are lost when Alexander turns it on medium.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She chants.
“Too late. I’ll see you in the morning.”
***
Scarlett’s first orgasm is liberating. The pleasure warm in her body and delightfully sore. The build up to her second orgasm is also a treat but by the third and the fourth pleasure quickly turns to pain.
Sweat drips down her face and body. She is shaking and convulses with the obsessing vibrating between her legs. She can hardly think straight. Pulling at the ties on her wrists and ankles is futile and the rope is starting to burn. Scarlett cries begging for it to stop. She looks up at the camera knowing Alexander is watching.
She pleads. “I’ll be a good girl!”
No one comes to her rescue.
Her fifth orgasm feels like it is forced from her body. Her thoughts suddenly occupied with what Alexand
er did to her neck early. A moan escapes from her lips. She had to admit she liked it, she liked the feel of his weight on top of her and she hates that she liked it. She can’t deny that the dominance Alexander exudes turns her on. And she hates that, too.
Scarlett got no sleep that night. Her body trembling and throbbing. She is soaked in her own sweat and shivering. Her eyes feel heavy and exhausted, sleep sounding so wonderful right now. She groans as she moves her arms still tied above her head. She cried all night and there are no more tears left, she’s so tired and weak.
Alexander enters the room and she is no longer embarrassed by her naked body on display. She wants to plead to him to remove the device, but she’s afraid if she talks out of term he will punish her further. He walks around the bed and turns off the vibrator. She sighs in relief. Next he gently undoes the rope setting her free.
Scarlett curls into a ball feeling dirty. Alexander picks her up and into his arms. He hasn’t said a word since entered her room. Carrying her to the bathroom, he sets her on a stool while he turns on the bath water. He grabs her wrists looking at the red marks from the rope, he rubs it with his own hands and at first she winces, but it then it feels good. As if he’s helping the circulation back into her wrists.
When Alexander sets Scarlett into the filled bathtub she can’t help but moan out. The warm water feels like heaven against her sore body. The bath is dangerously wonderful. She starts to close her eyes but she has to force herself awake so she doesn’t drown.
“Tired?” He asks in that deep voice of his.
She nods her head.
Alexander starts undressing himself, she looks away afraid to see him naked. It feels too vulnerable, too personal. He climbs in the bathtub behind her and holds her against his chest. His arms wrap under her breasts holding her above water.
“Sleep,” he commands and she does.
***
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Scarlett wakes up, she is wrapped in a warm fluffy blanket. The bed soft and comfortable below her and body feeling replenished and well rested. Her hair is still wet from her bath, how long was she in there for? How long has she been sleeping?
She doesn’t know but she’s starving.
To her surprise, her door is unlocked. She warily walks down the creaking steps and into the foyer of the mansion. The entire place is silent. So silent it’s almost eerie. Her eyes lock onto the front door slowly creeping toward it. She doesn’t know where Alexander or Rosie are, and last time she barely made it to the door. But this time could be different. This could be her great escape.
“I still can’t trust you?” Alexander’s gruff voice rings from behind her.
Startled she drops her hands to her sides and turns around to face her demise. Standing in his expensive brown suit, Alexander crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow looking highly unamused. What Scarlett notices though, is that he looks tired and rundown. His face pale and dull eyes emotionless. That’s when she also notices the bruises on his knuckles.
“You can’t escape.”
Scarlett gulps.
“Come on,” Alexander turns on his heel. “Dinner is ready.”
Reluctantly, Scarlett trails behind Alexander as he leads them into the dining room. A big feast is on the table, the smell is mouthwatering. Turkey with tons of sides including mashed potatoes, corn, stuffing—
Scarlett’s stomach growls. She sits down and starts helping herself to a large portion of every side. Alexander gives her a disobeying shake of the head but he doesn’t stop her.
Her fork stabs the cut piece of turkey and just as she is going to take a bite—Alexander takes the fork out of her hand. Her heart sinks.
“Did you like your punishment so much you want it again?” Alexander warns.
Scarlett quick shakes her head. “No.” No, she definitely did not.
Like last time, he feeds her.
“I want to see my father,” she requests in between bites.
“And what makes you think you deserve that reward after the stunt you pulled just moments ago at the front door.” He doesn’t bother to look at her as he scoops up some mashed potatoes and holds the spoon to her mouth.
“Because he’s my father and this is barbaric!” She raises her voice.
“What will you do to show me you’re a good girl?” He gives her a small crooked smile.
Scarlett curls her lip in disgust and knocks the spoon out of his hand. The silverware plus the mashed potatoes fall onto the rug that is probably worth more money than Scarlett has ever owned in her life. Forcing back the dread she feels in the pit of her stomach, she holds her ground, crossing her arms and raising her chin up at him.
Alexander’s pupils dilate until they are completely dark. His jaw ticks and he stands tall and menacing now staring down at her. She doesn’t feel so brave anymore. She quickly tries to run but he catches her, hauling her out of the dining room and upstairs. His arm is wrapped around her waist holding her effortlessly as she fights, kicking and screaming.
She bites his arm and he drops her, but not before she can escape. He corners her against the wall holding his body against hers. His breathing is ragged and making a low growling noise. If he is comparable to anything in this moment, it’d be an angry bull. Scarlett flinches away from him feeling like a coward.
Is this what her life is going to be like now?
She does something so impulsive the thought of her own death passes through her mind just a second before she does it. She slaps him across the face. He looks at her with wide eyes of disbelief. His mouth agape. Scarlett swallows hard, at least she would go out fighting. It’s better than acting like his prisoner—his slave.
“You just made a big mistake,” Alexander chuckles. The sound so chilling it gives her goosebumps.
“Why are you doing this?” She curls in on herself wrapping her arms around her waist—hugging herself. Tears leak from her eyes, the sight pathetic. “What have I done to do?”
Alexander sends his fists hurtling into the wall next to her head. The wall cracks leaving an indent from the lunch. Scarlett is shaking with fear. “Your father ruined my life,” Alexander himself is starting to shake with rage.
“But I didn’t!” She cries back.
“He loves you,” Alexander mumbles. “He loves you and I loved Ellie. I want him crippled with so much emotional despair that he can hardly think. I want him to know that his only pride and joy is suffering at my hands!” His eyes wild.
“I didn’t do anything to you,” Scarlett closes her eyes. “Your sister died in a car accident!”
“My sister died because your father wanted her dead,” Alexander’s hands grip her throat.
“It was an accident,” Scarlett croaks grabbing his wrist trying to pry him off of her.
“The same accident that killed your mother?”
Scarlett blinks causing tears to continuously roll down her cheeks.
“He’s a murderer! He must pay for his crimes. Would you rather I kill him?”
“Please,” Scarlett cries breathlessly. “Don’t. Let us go.”
Despite the article in the newspaper, Scarlett has a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that her sweet, innocent, and loving father could do something so horrid. He raised her and took care of her. He made her happy. It was always the two of them, they were two peas in a pod. Best friends. The thought of her father doing something so malicious makes her heart physically ache. He must’ve been framed. He has to be innocent.
Alexander presses his hard body against hers, her fingers still on her throat gently applying pressure. He leans his face close fanning his breath over the sweat slicked skin at the crook of her neck. Scarlett flutters her eyes hating how she enjoys the feel of him so close to her. She wants to push him away, slap him again, she wants to scream for him to set her free and never see him again. Yet the battle is still raging inside her. She wants him.
She wants a monster.
Alexander’s hands let go of her neck
but she can still feel his phantom touch. His hands grip her waist pulling him even closer toward him until not even a thin sheet can fit between their bodies. He drops his forehead to her shoulder, his body is tense and his heavy breathing tells her, he is, too, fighting with himself.
Battling lust versus hate.
Scarlett shudders at the feel of Alexander’s lips scraping against her collarbone. He nips and sucks as she melts into his hold. He keeps her upright, embracing her as he kisses her neck and shoulder. Her entire body blossoms with warmth, her cheeks turning red, her eyelids becoming heavy, her core throbbing with the possibilities, and her heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement.
“Who do you belong to?” He whispers in her ear.
Scarlett bites her lip not daring to answer him. She won’t give in so easily.
“Who do you belong to?” He repeats.
“No,” she cries out. She doesn’t know whether it’s a plea for him to stop or a plea for him not to stop.
“I own you, Scarlett. Do you want to know why?”
Frowning she answers, “Because you're kidnapped me and I am my father’s debt.”
Alexander laughs tauntingly. “Because you like this. You like being owned by me. Don’t you, pet?” He bites down on her earlobe.
Her body arches into him. A mom escapes her through her lips. “No,” she lies.
“You do. You just didn’t know it when I brought you here. Timid and shy…” he lingers. “But your body likes the discipline. Likes the dominance. Other boys could never give you what you truly needed after all these years. They’ve always been too kind, huh?” He asks but she hardly paying attention to anything aside from his lips on her. “You needed a man like me to take control. To punish you.”
Lost in a daze, Scarlett nods her head in agreement.
“You liked my fingers around your throat. You liked my hands spanking you,” he pulls back to look at her flushed face.
Their eyes meet and the intensity is so much she has to close them. She liked it all. She hated him. Hated circumstance. But she loved it. Loved his hands on her. Loved the authority.