by K. B. Saint
“Don’t be a sore fighter, Si,” I tell him. “We both know I don’t stand a chance right now. I had to get my licks in where I could.”
I barely get my sentence out before he tackles me to the mat and rains blows down on my body over and over. I curl into myself to protect my stomach but he continues to pound his fists into my sides and back. He pulls back for a second and I waste no time in kicking him hard. My foot connects with his stomach and he bends over from the blow but recovers quickly and yanks my foot hard and I crash back down to the mat even harder than before. The air in my lungs leaves completely and when I’m finally able to suck another breath in I push up from my stomach hard, sucking in as much air as I can, and get to my feet as fast as I can.
I feel him before I see him and I spin around fast and swing my bloodied fist right into his face as hard as I can. Splatters of my DNA cover his whole face and he quickly wipes out of his eyes angrily before swinging back at me. I duck and he misses. My hand is throbbing so I use the other one to grip onto his shirt, trying to pull him to the ground. He’s too strong and I realize quickly moving too close to him was a fatal mistake. He grips the hand holding his shirt tightly to keep me in place and then he moves to my neck with his other hand and picks me up and slams me down on my back.
“Messiah!” someone yells, but I can’t tell who it is, my ears ringing far too loudly. I try to roll over but the pain coursing through my body makes me roll back to my back and squeeze my eyes shut tight. I ready myself for more blows but it’s not punches I feel next. Soft, clammy hands come to my shoulder and then to my face which is still sore from the last fight I was in. I’m out of breath but I open my eyes and look up at Salem as she brushes my hair out of my face. She looks so worried and I’m not sure I’ve been looked at like this since … since Cece.
“You okay?” she asks, her hand moving to my cheek. I nod in her hand and look over to where Messiah is standing still staring and panting just like me. She brings my view back to her and whispers, “my turn,” as she leans down to kiss me so gently. My heart is rattling in my chest from the fight but I kiss her back, hard and hungry for more of her touch. I’m the furthest thing from gentle but Salem makes me want to try. Her soft little touches are a breath of fresh air in my world of destruction and oddly enough, I like it.
I sit up and push Salem back to her back on the mat and take full control of her. I hungrily paw her, leaving blood everywhere I touch, but I don’t care. Her hands roam over my naked body and I move my bloody hand to her throat, but I only rest it there, I don’t apply any pressure. I kiss her hard again and hold myself over her with my other hand pressed into the mat. I’m on top of her and I look down, seeing all of her clothes and pull back.
“Take these off,” I tell her breathlessly, tugging at her jean shorts.
She gets them undone and I help them from her legs before tossing them to the side. When I’m turning back to her I catch sight of Preston watching us with all of the guys, save for Messiah, standing around him quietly. I don’t see where Messiah went, but I don’t care as the need to taste Salem grows inside me. She’s watching me with hooded eyes when I turn back to her and her blonde hair is wild and splayed out on the mat around her head.
I lean over, pushing her tiny shirt up and kiss down her stomach until I’m right over her swollen clit. I can see her breathing slowing increasing as I tease her with my own breath and she jerks slightly when my tongue finally makes contact with her most sensitive parts. I bury my face between her legs and swirl my tongue around her clit before running it down her slit to taste her completely. I hear her moans and my core throbs at the sound.
My ass is in the air as I bury myself into her, licking her clit and using my fingers inside of her too. She’s loud with her moaning now and I’m so lost in her scent and taste it startles me when a strong hand finds my hip from behind. I pause, panting, and look back to find Nicholai behind me with a primal look of need on his face. He brings his eyes up from my ass to my face and the seriousness in his expression makes my core ache with need.
“Don’t stop,” he orders, pushing my cheek back to face Salem as he uses his other hand to assess just how wet I am. I hear him hiss out a curse just before he aligns himself and slams deep inside me.
My breath is lost again and I fall forward some, my face pressed against Salem’s pussy. He pulls out and I steady myself for the next hit, matching his pace and finding Salem’s clit again. I lick and suck until she’s screaming my name again.
Nicholai isn’t gentle, and after Salem comes she pushes herself to a sitting up position and moves from under me. She gets on her own knees and her hands find my erect nipples and she pulls me up so my back is pressed into Nicholai as he fucks me hard and she’s at my front. She moves a hand down to my clit and rubs slow circles as Nicholai continues to pound into me.
I feel the coolness of the air on my damp skin and when Salem comes closer to kiss me I entangle my hands into her hair and kiss her hard. Her kisses are more ravenous now, like she’s gotten a taste but her body only wants more. I pant into her mouth as her brother continues to fuck me up and just as fast as it started with both of them, its over. They both pull back at the same time and I sag back to my hands and knees, desperate to cum.
I feel delirious with need but I don’t have much time to think about it because I’m flipped to my back fast and I’m faced with Hollis’ big frame. I say a quick prayer he doesn’t want to fight me, because I know I’m not going to last. I have one thing on my mind right now and fighting aint it. I lay back on my back, still breathing heavily and let my head fall to the side a little to see everyone else. Salem is situating her shirt when Hollis finally speaks.
“Put your legs up and hold them tight,” he orders and I listen, desperate for his touch.
He’s much like Nicholai, relentless and pain filled, but I’m overrun with pleasure as he slams into me over and over. I cannot control the moans pouring from my lips as he rips me to pieces He leans down low over me and I grip his back just as harshly as he’s pounding me. My nails dig into his skin and I can feel him tense, but he doesn’t stop until Preston calls out to him.
“She isn’t supposed to cum, Hollis,” he tells him and I hear footsteps against the wood nearing us. Hollis grunts, but just like before he stops just as I’m about to cum. I growl out in frustration and hit the mat below me as he stands and Preston comes to stand over me. “Such a needy little brat.”
“This is bullshit,” I tell him, not able to contain my frustration. He laughs.
“Elijah come show her just how much bullshit this is,” he says, looking behind him. “She needs another reminder of who’s in charge and why she shouldn’t have such a smart mouth.”
He does exactly as he’s told, but he doesn’t fuck me on the mat. He drags my exhausted body to the bed and puts me up onto it, my legs hanging off the edge. His full lips are on my throbbing clit within seconds and the sensitivity down there from being ravaged by Hollis, Nic, and Messiah earlier has me clenching the sheets in seconds. He’s almost mean with how he moves his tongue and uses his teeth and I arch my back, pushing myself into his mouth more.
He doesn’t like this and grips my hips hard, forcing me to stay still as he brings me even closer to coming. I’m begging for a release by the time he’s finished and I feel my wetness seeping beneath me as he stands and readies himself at my opening. He pushes in and it’s not as rough as the others, but the girth of his dick stretches me to an insane pain. I’m thankful for the gentleness but I’m not surprised when it doesn’t last. He allows me to adjust to him and when he starts moving it feels like he’s trying to pull my insides out.
I open my mouth and try so hard to remember to breathe out but it’s not happening. He has the thickest dick I’ve ever fucked and the pain and pleasure coursing through me is mind blowing. I am a puddle of sexual frustration as he moves in and out of me and I do my best to not get too worked up, knowing he’s only going to pull out last minute l
eaving me worse than before. This proves harder than I thought it would be when he moves his lips to my nipples. He sucks on my nipples and his tongue and lips send a renewed explosive feeling right to my core.
I feel my orgasm building and no matter what I do I can’t stop the pleasure. I stop trying to contain it in the same second he jerks out of me, leaving me on the bed alone. I scream.
The guttural scream leaving my lips reveals all of my frustration and need and if I wasn’t so wide open I could see myself being a little embarrassed. They are all doing things to me I can’t control and I ache for my release. I lay on the bed alone, frowning, my hands clenched in the sheets, and not only completely spent physically but mentally the past twenty-four have wiped me out too. I hear Preston’s boots coming closer, but I don’t sit up. If he wants me angry and frustrated he’s about to get it.
He comes to the bottom of the bed and stands there until I look at him. He’s grinning, so pleased with himself, and I want nothing more than to punch him in the face right now. I hate him.
“Get up, Ruby,” he tells me. I hesitate just a second too long for him. “Now. We’re almost done.”
I sit up on the bed and I can see everyone else across the room, waiting on me. “You’re fucking mean,” I tell him, looking up at him and he laughs at me again, which only enrages me further.
“I’m a sadist, Ruby, you won’t come to expect anything else from me but know in all of my torture there’s always a lesson. Now get up because you and me? We’re going to your room now.”
I think about his words and just how true I believe them to be. Preston is a sadist and I’m not sure if there’s anything he won’t try to pull a little pain out of me. I decide to try and find out how far he’s willing to take it another day and slide off of the bed like he asked. I’m still out of breath and dripping wet but I stand next to him, waiting for him to command something else of me.
“I’ll need all five of you tomorrow but for now you all can go and do whatever it is you do when I’m not barking orders. Be back here by nine a.m.,” he tells the lot of them and I look up at him as he pins Nicholai with a serious look. “Don’t be late.”
They all leave and when Preston finally looks down at me, my breathing is returning to normal but my legs are still coated in my wetness. “Can I have something to wipe off with,” I ask him, his sinister smile making my heart rate pick up again. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“No, why would I want you to wipe off?” he asks, wrapping an arm around my shoulder like he did before I shot the man earlier. “I want you nice and messy when I fuck you, little brat.”
With those words he begins walking and pulls me alongside him. We go down two long, dark halls and the hall we end up in only has three doors. One is at the very end of the hall, facing us, and there are two doors on either side of the hall about half way down right across from each other. He stops us at the door on the right and unlocks the knob with a key from his pocket and pushes the door open.
The room is huge and looks nothing like the other rooms we’ve been in. It has a bathroom I can see through an open door to my left and along with a bed on the back wall, there are two wooden structures on either side of it and a large wooden X taking up most of the wall to my right. The rest of the wall is taken up by a big hearth with wood in it already.
He puts a hand low on my back, urging me forward. He guides me to one of the wooden structures and as I get closer I see there are little leg and arm restraints near the steps covered with black leather. There’s a wide plank of wood higher than the steps covered in black leather, too, and even though I’ve never seen anything like this in person, I know what it’s for.
“Go on,” he tells me when I look up at him. “Don’t worry, when we’re done you’ll get what you want.”
“You’re lying,” I tell him, my eyes tiny slits.
“I don’t lie to anyone, and I won’t start with you. I’ll let you cum since we both know it's what you want the most right now,” he tells me and the overwhelming need is already creeping its way back around me and holding me tight. My chest rises and falls in a steady pace but as I stare at Preston my heart pounds hard as fuck.
I want to cum.
No, I need to cum.
So, without any more hesitation, I turn around and climb onto the odd little structure and watch his hands as he secures me in place. The straps are tight around my thighs and upper arms and even more so around my wrists and ankles, but the bite of the leather sends excitement through my body. I do my best to remain quiet as he finishes with securing me in place, but my pussy is throbbing with anticipation for what he’s promised me. At this point I’m not sure I care who’s touching me as long as I get to come soon.
He leaves the room once I’m secured and my legs feel weird and my chest is stiff but when I hear him behind me again. I become less delirious and more curious the longer I can hear him because I don’t know what he’s doing back there. I hear him striking matches and I smell the fire soon after. I close my eyes and savor the scent as it lingers in my nose.
I hear him poking the wood and he drops something hard into what sounds like water before I hear the sound of his boots finally coming towards me. He moves close enough to my head so I can see him when I look up and he looks about as tired as I feel. My hair is all in my face and he brushes it away so I can see him fully.
I don’t even care at this point.
“I suppose you’d like to have your orgasm now?”
I blink at him. "What?"
"I think what you meant to say was... " He starts but I just stare at him. "Oh come on you fucking brat. Let me hear you say something resembling nice."
"You're looking to the wrong person for nice," I tell him, not giving a fuck my arms are damn near numb from the position I've been in for who knows how long. "I bet Salem could come up with something nice for you."
"Oh, believe me, she does. She's a good girl. But you're not which what I'm here for. To teach you how to be a good girl," he tells me, and I scoff.
"I don't want to be a good girl," I tell him honestly. "It never got me anywhere."
"With me? It will get you everywhere, Ruby."
He doesn't say anything else to me before running his warm, calloused fingers up my slit. The wetness from earlier has dried on my legs but once he spreads me I know there's a shortage of my wetness down there. He moves his fingers around in me roughly and it's painful, but I let go and feel it anyway. It takes no time to have me in a puddle beneath him. He pushes another finger into me, bringing the total to four, and I gasp out but there's nowhere for me to go.
"Ahh," I moan out, "Preston... "
"Get wet for Daddy," he urges and at his words alone I feel myself about to come.
He must feel it too because in the very second I think the thought, he pulls his hand out of me and pushes his dick inside me harder than any of the rest of them. I cry out and cannot catch my breath as he slams into me over and over again. He's in my fucking lungs with his long ass dick and the tears spring to my eyes before I can even try to stop them.
"Pres... ton..." I huff out between pounds and he slaps my ass hard.
"Only good girls can say my name," he says, slapping my ass in the same exact spot making me cry out again even louder. As he continues to slam into me. I feel like he’s splitting me in two and I can’t catch my breath at all. "If you want to address me you call me Master until I feel like you've earned the privilege to call me anything else."
I don't know what it is about the degrading words pouring from his lips but they send me over the edge and I scream out again as the waves of my orgasm rack over me. I bear down hard when I hear Preston groan from behind me as he finds his release too. He pulls out and a whole new sensation comes over me and I grit my teeth as I squirt all over my feet and legs. I hear Preston laugh and he pops my ass again, not so hard.
"You done being a bitch, yet?"
I laugh, a real genuinely delirious laugh and shake my head.
"Never."
"Good I'm glad you still have the bite in you because this next part is gonna hurt a lot more than any of the rest of the shit we've done to you," he tells me and his warning sounds serious.
I'm surely broken, because the only thing I feel is excitement at his threat. I feel my adrenaline—which I’m sure is almost depleted—gearing up for my next fight and I fight against the restraints to get a look at what he's doing over by the fireplace. I hear metal scrape against the bricks as he picks something up and I can see a metal shine in the low light on a long metal pole. It sticks out in the dark room and as he gets closer I notice a symbol at the end of the pole.
He holds the pole by his side and comes to me and pulls the rag hanging from his shoulder. Balling it up, he brings it closer to my mouth. “Open your mouth and bite down on this.”
I do as he instructs, and the rag feels disgusting between my teeth. I don’t get another warning of the pain before the gut-wrenching sting ignites fire from my left ass cheek. I bite down as I scream and the last things I remember before everything goes black is the smell of my burning flesh.
Chapter Thirty-One
HOLLIS—PRESENT
No one has had much to say over the last few days. After what went down with Ruby the night of her initiation we’ve all just moped around the compound when we weren’t working. We had a job to do the next morning, taking Tasha and the other girl to Juice, and when we got back Preston quickly briefed us on Ruby’s life before being called away on some business.
Ruby’s been in our care for the last two days and the maids have taken care of her mostly, reporting back that she won’t eat or talk. It’s okay because I intend to change hey mind on eating and talking today since Preston finally agreed to letting me see her again. I know she’s pissed and probably has more questions than I could ever think of, but I just want to make sure she’s as okay as she can be now.