Chapitre Dix-Huit
Rosamma’s training commenced with a fury after that. It was an obsession Ekene had to adhere to, lest Guy become more suspicious than he was. Every bruise, every red ass, every time Ekene slipped his cock deep inside of Rosamma, that suspicion faded. But it would never go away.
Five days in, Ekene overheard the conversation he was waiting for. It was early morning when Guy snuck from the house to the edge of the property to take a phone call. He’d no doubt check the security feed to see if anyone followed when he went back in the house, but Ekene could explain away nosiness.
With quiet steps Ekene hunted his prey through dense foliage and crouched out of sight behind vibrant sage colored bushes. Through the thicket he caught glances of Guy’s frantic pacing and heard the snap in his voice.
“I don’t care who they say they are, you should have fucking killed them… Tourist don’t get into private property with armed guards, you idiot! It was a fucking stake out, and you let them go!”
Faraji.
That’s all Ekene needed to hear. Silent as he came, he snuck back to the house and took up a spot on the couch. When Guy came back, he’d have his story all straightened out. He needed to leave and contact his brother. In the next few days a rescue team could save him and Rosamma, but only if properly executed.
All the heavy lifting was done thanks to Faraji, now it was Ekene’s turn to bring it home. To fix the mistakes he made not taking threats to Rosamma’s life seriously. A woman who he was starting to fear more than the gun tucked in Guy’s pants. He didn’t want to think the word love, not in this fucked up situation.
But the way Rosamma looked at him… the front door slammed open, banging against the wall with a boom. Silver eyes locked on target, focusing on Ekene just like he wanted. “What are you doing up so early? Didn’t last night wear you out?” Guy sneered.
“Like you, I had to take a phone call on the burner you gave me.” The lie rolled off his tongue with the perfect amount of arrogance Guy’s come to know him for. By admitting he knew what Guy was up to, he’d draw suspicion. Not giving two shits about what the man talked about would reel it back, and what he said next would be nothing short of the creeps deepest fantasy.
“Something’s come up with Caton Security that the people I pay millions of dollars for can’t handle. I’ll be flying to my father’s Italian office and be back later tonight.” These words didn’t come as smooth. Still, a glaze of delight filmed over Guy’s eyes at the idea of a whole night alone with Rosamma. If there was a God, Ekene would need a lot of forgiveness. But he had to meet with Faraji to plan, and Guy had to be distracted for that.
“I want you to continue training without me. JUST-” he interrupted Guy before he could speak, “The behavioral shit. Don’t think this is an invitation for anything more than a crack on the ass with a whip. I’ll want to see the video feed when I’m back.”
“Anything you say, boss.” Guy drawled, with a bored flick of the hand. But there’s no hiding the pounding pulse on his neck, or the hard dick stretching his jeans. “You mind if I-?” He took out his phone and waved it before turning on his heel and stalking to his room.
So that was that. With a deep sigh, Ekene ran a hand down his face before doing the same, and making the arduous trek to the bed he shared with Rosamma. The door slam hadn’t woken her, or if it did, she wasn’t awake for long. Splayed across the satin sheets as she was, a collage of bruises littering her tan skin, she was an angel.
Were it just them in this magnificent sex house overlooking Cannes, France and the sea, it would be perfect. They would fuck the same way. Make their own rules and punishments for breaking them. And they’d be in love. To bad this wasn’t a fairytale, and for Rosamma this horror story would get worse.
“Hey,” Ekene murmured, crouching at the bedside so his earnest face was the first thing she saw. Honey brown eyes flickered open, and he had a glimpse of five seconds of heaven. Every morning without fail she forgot where she was and smiled. Then it faded into a tense neutrality before her gaze fell. “It’s time to wake up.”
“You shouldn’t be so nice to me.” Not while it’s noticeable, that was their agreement. Whispers in the night was how they escaped to another place together.
He’d tell her about serving in the army, starting his firm… some bits about his mother and father. She told him about her rocky upbringing, Violetta’s abuse and exploitation of Rosamma’s fame for money. There were no reasons to keep secrets from each other, not while they lived here.
“Guy will understand. He’s watching right now, I’m sure.” Ekene wanted to cringe at the way her muscles tensed, but he shoved the urge down. “You trust me, right? Nothing’s changed, you still trust me?”
She nodded, fear collapsing her expression.
“I need to leave you here with him.”
“No!” She grabbed for him, and he cupped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his eye. “Please, please, please. You can’t, don’t leave me with him, Ekene.”
If there was one thing that could shake his resolve, it was Rosamma’s begging. But this was for her. Already she was slipping away under the rigorous control Guy kept over them both. Five more weeks of this and there’d be no more Rosamma to love. All that would be left is a beautiful shell whipped and bloodied into a submission so deep she’d be more thing than a person.
“We’re so close, baby.” He whispered, pushing their foreheads together. “Whatever he does today, it’s gonna be a thousand times worse next week. And the week after that, and after that.” Her protest halted, whimpers shaking from her lips. “Four hours, that’s all I need and in a few days we’ll be free. I promise.”
“You do?” she whispered.
Ekene nodded, a log jamming itself in his throat at the way she looked at him. Full of doubt and fear. Always fear. With a sharp inhale, he risked it all and kiss her. Plump lips fell open in surprise, and he wasted no time sweeping his tongue inside. There was an innocence to her movements telling of a lack of experience. But damn, was she a natural.
When her teeth nipped his bottom lip, a throb started at the base of his cock. Fuck, was this happening? A soft whine left Rosamma’s throat, making him groan. That was all the asking he needed. Ekene gripped one of her thighs and dragged her legs open. “What am I gonna find between your legs, little girl?” he growled, grazing the tips of his fingers up the inside of her leg.
“A wet pussy for Master.” She mewled, thrusting her ass back to earn his touch. One quick slap on the rump was what she earned. Before she could complain, his hand dipped lower to cup her sex.
“More like a drenched pussy.” He chuckled, tugging on her clit. Her yelp of pained delight shot pleasure through his body and made his dick twitch again. “Let’s see if there’s anything else you can make just as wet.”
Nerves made his free hand tremble when Ekene freed his cock. This was the one thing he’d never done with Rosamma. Guy tried to force him once, but folded after Ekene caved and gave him the reason he wouldn’t. Because Guy was there first. Because he was afraid she wouldn’t like it after what she’d been through.
The hard muscle sprung free by her chin, and without encouragement her mouth engulfed him. Fingers still stuffed in her pussy, he groaned, curling the digits as he matched the tempo of his thrusts to her sucking. Rosamma took more of him than he thought possible, sliding half of his cock down her throat before pulling back with an adorable cough.
“Fuck, I won’t last long like this.” He grunted. A soft mewl of acknowledgment reverberated down his shaft, sending him to oblivion. With a roar, his hips wrenched forward, burying his cock balls deep in her throat as he came. Tears pricked the corner of her honey brown eyes, but the rest of her body remained lazy and relaxed as she sucked every last drop.
Her pussy spasmed as he withdrew from her mouth with care, a clear sign she enjoyed it as much as he did. Well, almost. Good thing he knew how to rectify when a woman doesn’t come. Free from the constraint
of her lips, Ekene began to slap each ass cheek as he worked his fingers inside of her slick cunt.
“Ekene!” she squealed, not even a minute later, and she was seizing around the digits of his hand tight enough to snap his dick off. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he dropped his forehead back down to hers with a groan.
“I don’t want to leave you.” He whispered. Instead of speaking, Rosamma pressed the sweetest kiss to his mouth. It was a confirmation of her trust, of her belief in him.
“You’re going to save me, Ekene Caton.” She said, peppering kisses on his cheeks. “Believe it, so I can believe it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled, stroking back her hair one more time for good luck.
Chapitre Dix-Neuf
Guy watched the tender display between Rosamma and… him. Gentle fixation wasn’t uncommon between slave’s like her and their master. It was too hard to hate a woman that dotted and begged without question. A woman who knew her place.
That’s what the Unicorn Package promised - and Rosamma was delivering. Guy hoped that because of the history between her and Ekene no affection could grow. If anything, it bound them tighter together, the fucking bastards. Were she to look at Guy with the same blind devotion and affection, it wouldn’t enrage him so. Instead, her glances revealed the hatred and fear that he always beat out of all of his girls before selling them.
No one hated Guy. He was charming, and handsome, and damn it he was deserving of some bitches attention. With Ekene in the way, nothing would change about that look. This was why he never had a partner, Guy decided. For about five seconds he enjoyed teaching Ekene the ropes when it came to training girls.
Then, as his dick grew hard while the brute fucked little Rosamma, jealousy washed over Guy like a tidal wave of hatred. It was his cock she should bounce on, not Ekene’s. Guy was the trainer, he was the one who planned it all, Ekene wasn’t even near the same quality of man that Guy was. And yet, it wasn’t his dick that Rosamma sucked of her own volition.
An ‘I’m going to miss you while you’re gone’, suck.
Ekene didn’t need the same treatment from Guy, so he didn’t bother walking the other man out when he left. The shift from doting slave to hunted prey was immediate the moment Rosamma heard the door slam shut. From his perch watching the cameras, he saw her flinch and the way her eyes screwed shut as if praying.
He could give her something to worship. First, he’d allow enough time for Ekene to get in the air so there’d be no surprise returns. Then he’d show Rosamma how a real man breaks his woman. For an hour and a half, Guy waited.
Like the cute mouse that she was, Rosamma stuck her head out of the hidey hole she’d created with Ekene. A glance to the right, then to the left. She was searching for Guy in a foolish attempt to hide in a house full of his eyes. She must have been hungry, not too surprising considering it wasn’t even noon yet.
Pitter pattering down the hall on her toes, Rosamma dashed to the kitchen and threw open the refrigerator. Cold from the generator made her nipples harden into tempting rosy peaks. She didn’t grab things using rationality, instead taking what was closest. Orange juice, sandwich meat, yogurt… was that a bell pepper?
Panic. It affected her ability to think straight. Maybe it was time he gave her a reason to scream and wail, after all, Ekene okayed the continuation of her training. With a deep breath to calm the heated blood pumping through his veins, Guy left his room. First, he kicked off his shoes to tread silent on tile, then the hunt began.
Rosamma was racing from the kitchen when their paths crossed, food falling from her arms as she stared slack jawed at her captor. Guy almost heared the whirring of her mind rebooting as one by one instinct drove her to submission. Eyes go down, followed by Rosamma herself, silent as can be. “Good girl.”
Stiffness seized her joints, freezing her in place like a frightened bunny rabbit. Ekene had her melting under his touch, his gaze, his voice. Suddenly it all made sense. “You had a thing for him.” A cruel smirk crawled its way to Guy’s lips as her brows furrowed.
Gotcha.
“May I speak freely, sir?” She asked. Guy gave his permission, already relishing the punishment running rampant in his mind. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Don’t play stupid, girl.” He sneered, allowing disgust to roll off his tongue. “You wanted to suck Ekene Caton’s cock long before I took you. Little slut.”
Honey brown eyes lifted, batting long dark lashes at him. He allowed her to speak, so she took the liberty of looking. Any other time and he’d beat her for such insolence, but being able to watch her soul shatter would be more fun.
“Are you going to punish me for being attracted to my Master, sir?”
Guy’s nostrils dilated. That wasn’t the voice of a breaking woman, that was the sneer of a tattletale. This was why he didn’t work with others. Red blotted away all other colors as her words bounced around in his head. He did not answer to Ekene fucking Caton.
His hand snapped out, and she ducked. With a gasp Rosamma skittered out of reach, rearing back and landing on her ass. Confusion flooded her face for a moment before her eyes lowered in an attempt to earn brownie points. Too late, kitten.
“You think he’s your shield? You think his possessiveness protects you from me?” Guy laughed, throwing his arms wide like the king he god damned was. “He asked me to continue his training while he was gone, Slave. Told me to tape it so he could view it later.”
Back and forth Rosamma shook her head, eyes turning glassy as her mouth hung open in disbelief. “It’s only four hours.”
“Maybe he realized his methods couldn’t break you. So he brought in a pro. Happened before you know, so you should be used to it.” Guy tasted the oil dripping through the cracks of his teeth, right onto Rosamma’s soul.
“What do you mean?” she whined, soft keening shattering the air between them with the most beautiful sound. As if to protect her heart, her arms lifted to protect her chest, leaving the pulse on her neck to hammer like a distress beacon.
“Come on, what did I say about being stupid Rosamama.” He saw the air rush from her lungs, the blood drain from her veins, and the last piece of her soul shatter all at once.
“What did you call me!?” She shrieked, arms flailing outwards to shove her nude body off the ground.
“Don’t be so surprised. Didn’t Ekene tell you that your kidnap had to be an inside job?”
Confliction flickered across her face, fighting for room in her already growing wound of betrayal. “I don’t need to know those things. I’m his…” It was the first smart thing she’s said today, but-
“Can’t quite bring yourself to say the word?” Guy cackled, taking a step forward. She bolted. And that was the stupidest thing she’s done. Rosamma went for the bedroom she shared with Ekene. Even betrayed over and over by the man, her mind was already warped to trust him.
She truly was a natural submissive. The methods of becoming what she was meant to be might be an unnatural evolution, but that just made it more fun. Most girls went through their worst tantrums in the very beginning, some like Rosamma needed the right push to get to this level. But she’d never really be broken if Ekene didn’t ruin the ties to her past. If she didn’t realize how worthless she was without her Master’s affection.
“Where are you going, girl?” He sang. “There’s not a place in this house you can hide from me.”
The slam of a bedroom door was her only response. Stupid girl. All those nice thoughts that Guy had about her were misplaced. She didn’t deserve his attention, and he’d make sure she knew, she fucking knew; he didn’t deserve him as a master. Ekene Caton was exactly the failure piece of shit she deserved.
In a laughable amount of time he was in front of the door, knocking. “Let me in and your punishment won’t be nearly as bad.” Silence. It seemed his lies were the only ones Rosamma saw through - or maybe she was so foolish she believed in trust. Trust your daddy, earn a thousand enemies. Trust your bodygua
rd, get kidnapped. Trust your mother… get sold. “Oh, Rosamama.” He sang.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” she screamed, something knocking against the door. If Rosamma was throwing things, then it really was a tantrum. He turned the nob and - nothing. It didn’t turn. So she could lock the door. He was so discouraged… he typed in the lock release code on the keypad next to him.
It blinked red. He tried it again. Nothing. “Ekene.” He breathed, and the rage Guy kept contained for so long exploded.
“You think your fucking boyfriend can save you?” he shrieked, slamming his fist on the door. Of course he gave Ekene a private lock code on his bedroom door. With the camera’s Guy saw inside without trouble, the lock was a false sense of security. Until now. With Ekene gone, who cared if he could see inside, he wanted in with her. And nothing would keep him out.
∞∞∞
The banging stopped almost as soon as it began. Gun to the head, one compliment she’d give to Guy ONLY to keep the trigger from being pulled, was that he’s clever. Quick-witted. When a problem presented itself, like an arguing girl hanging onto the last bit of humanity or a locked door, he found a way to break it.
Not fix, break.
Ekene gave her the lock code for an emergency; it wasn’t meant to last half a day. She was supposed to behave, keep Guy calm, raise no suspicion. But she failed. It’d been two hours since Ekene had left to further his plans of escape. Now Guy was somewhere loose in the house plotting her demise, with two hours left to succeed.
She was in the plot of a damned horror movie, except no miracles would arrive to save her in time. Which meant she would have to save herself, or at the very least hold her position until reinforcements came. Because unlike those movies, her man was still alive and fighting for her.
Guy hadn’t won yet. And he wouldn’t.
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