by René, Dani
“Please, stop this. I’ve told you why I did it.”
“Now you’ll tell me where all that money you stole from her is hidden.” He taunts, as the knife trails down to her core. I know if she just so much as wriggles it’s going to be painful.
“I-I… Oliver, please?”
“That’s not the answer.” His gaze lifts to the mirror and it’s as if he’s looking directly at me. The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk, his eyes that are a beautiful shade of gray glass, are now a stormy sky.
“I-I, there’s an account. I’ll give you the information.” The woman whimpers as I watch him trail the knife up to her material covered ass, and press the tip of the blade in. Her screech is the only evidence that he’s pierced skin.
“Small pin pricks won’t scar. But where you’re going… well, let’s just say they don’t care about scars.” Then he places the knife on the table and shrugs on his jacket. “I’ll have my men get the account details from you. Make no mistake. If you lie, we’ll know and you’ll have to endure much more of this.”
He sets the knife down and I watch her visibly exhale.
“Now,” Oliver says, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up his thick arms. Once they’re both up to his elbows, he unties her and drags her over to another wooden contraption. “You know what this is. Don’t you?” His voice is filled with an underlying rage. The restraint he wields is that of utter perfection. Silently, he positions her on the thin wooden beam, legs either side.
“What is that?” I ask, looking at Nate.
“It’s a riding bench. It’s one of the torture devices used on naughty slaves.” His answer causes me to shudder. The word torture turns my blood cold.
“Look, Oliver—” Marissa starts, but her words are cut short when Oli tugs the chain lifting the wooden beam between her legs causing her to screech again. The wood looks sharp, almost as if it’s cutting between her thighs.
“I do love the riding bench. It requires strength. Something not a lot of slaves possess,” the older man says with a satisfied grin. She lifts onto her tiptoes, clearly needing reprieve from the device, but like Oliver said, you need strength. “Ride it!” He orders then, lifting the whip and once again swatting her thighs with the leather.
When she drops onto the wood, her hips move slowly as she obeys Oliver. I realize Nathan was right, he’s indeed a sadist.
“I’m going to make you bleed, Marissa. I love seeing skin dotted with the beautiful crimson.”
“Do it. I should have had those men teach Eva a lesson. I didn’t realize she was into all this. Perhaps they could have made her worth something. She could have earned me more money with her slut holes.” She cackles as her words cause bile to rise in my stomach. Without another word, I push off the chair hastily and race to the door. It’s enough. Shoving the restroom door open, I make it to the cubicle in time to empty the contents of my stomach.
“Eva,” Nate’s worried voice comes from behind me. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“It’s not you. I just can’t believe she’s still so hateful. Even in her torment.” He helps me wipe my mouth, and then pulls me into an embrace that both warms and calms me.
“It’s over now, my love. It’s over.”
His words soothe, but the endearment has my heart fluttering wildly in my chest. It really is over.
We walked side by side into war. Now that we’ve won, I want the life I was always meant to live. I want the happiness she stole from me, and I know with Nate I’ll have it.
Epilogue
Eva
When I glance up from my laptop, I notice Nate stalking back and forth wearing a hole into the carpet. “Babe, sit down,” my voice travels to him in a soft murmur. When he snaps his gaze to mine, I can see the startling brown that is mostly hidden when he’s stressed. Today is the first day of his new job. After allowing Asher to take over A&B Finance fully, Nathan decided to go into business with Mason and Carrick. Three headstrong men in one business will be one hell of a feat. Nate will be running the Los Angeles club, and since we moved four months ago, we’ve spent our time getting used to the area before the opening.
It’s so different from Chicago, the weather is incredible and my new job is perfect. As soon as we arrived, I applied for a position at one of the smaller boutique online magazines. Using a pseudonym, I write a weekly advice column on the lifestyle. I answer any questions people, especially submissives, have. When there’s a question I can’t advise on, Nathan helps me from a male perspective. I’m excited and delighted to be able to help someone who’s new and scared, just like I was.
By night, I write my columns, but by day, I work as a model for a lingerie company offering beautiful timeless underwear. It’s an elegant, yet sexy line and I’m proud to be the face of it. I don’t see myself doing it forever, but for now, I’m loving it.
“I’ve been on the phone for an hour with the supplier. He’s still trying to find the velvet I asked for,” Nate grunts in frustration. Rising from the seat, I pad over to him. Our office is at the back of the house, overlooking the infinity swimming pool and the Hollywood sign.
“Babe.” My hands find his shoulders bunched up and tense. “Look at me,” I order. We’ve slowly become more at ease with each other, working through our needs and wants. There are times he needs my control, but mostly, I’m under his. Which I love. Relinquishing everything to him is freeing.
His eyes meet mine, they burn through me, finding my soul and gripping it tightly. Immediately, I sink to my knees, looking at his bare feet on the soft white carpet. “Eva,” he whispers. We’ve played before over the past few weeks. But today he needs more. “I can’t—”
“You can, Master. Let me be your slut,” I utter the words he craves.
“Look at me,” he orders, immediately falling into his role. Lifting my eyes, I meet his, recognizing how they’ve darkened to almost black. Dark desire swims in depths of his gaze, pinning me in place. “If I take you now, I’ll fuck you. It will be brutal.”
“Do it. I told you, I want you. This,” I gesture between us. “Is us. It will always be us. I need you to use me, and you need me to relax.”
“Good girl. Go to the playroom, I want you on the floor beside the tower.” I nod. Rising without a word, I head to the room in question. On the upper level of our apartment, it sits, beckoning me. As soon as I step inside, I sigh in relief. Stripping off, I leave my clothes beside the door and kneel as requested beside the tower. The long steel pole is attached to the floor and ceiling. It has a spreader bar for my feet which keeps me open and exposed to Nate’s ministrations. The cuffs that are attached to it are to keep my hands close to my hips, but behind me and a collar which holds me firmly in place.
The door clicks; his cologne wafts through the room, enveloping me in his scent. “Position yourself, sweet slut.” His command comes quickly.
I rise, stepping onto the metal plate with my limbs in place at the restraints. Nate is wearing a pair of charcoal sweats. They don’t hide the thick erection he’s sporting. He binds me to the metal pole. Once he’s happy with his work, he lifts the white wand and smiles at me.
“Orgasm torture is my favorite way to pass the time,” he murmurs, leaning in, allowing his mouth to tease my earlobe. His teeth graze the flesh sending a shudder through me. He attaches the wand to the clamp and places it on my clit. “If you make a noise, you’ll get double. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I utter nervously. Some may think orgasms aren’t a form of torture, but when you’re forced to come ten or more times in a row, there’s nothing that can make you beg for more.
“Good girl.” The two words that leave me utterly his. He fastens the cuffs around my wrists, the collar slides around my neck, then my ankles get locked in place with thick black metal. Finally, he turns on the Wand, the soft vibration on my clit is incredible. Gently at first, but I know with seven settings I’ll soon be begging him to stop. I watch him move around the room exuding domina
nce as he goes. He picks his favorite flogger, stalks toward me and stops, legs spread, his chest heaving already. “You’re my special girl,” he tells me with admiration. “It’s been an adjustment after all the shit that happened… And you know why I’m so tense, sweet slut?”
He raises the leather, bringing it down on my tits, my stomach, and my legs while the wand teases my clit mercilessly. The pain and pleasure shoot through me causing me to whimper. My nerves are frayed in the best way, tingling through my body.
“Answer me!”
“No, Sir. I don’t know why you’re so tense,” I say quietly before he lashes me with a new round of swats causing me to moan and plead for more. My body trembles, needy and wet for him. When he finally drops the flogger, his lips find mine in a searing kiss, warming me, tempting me, taunting me. He breaks the kiss, meeting my gaze and I finally ask. “Tell me, please?”
He grins, turning the wand up two notches. The jolt to my clit is intense, breaking through the lust and sending me over the edge as my body pulses with an orgasm so strong I cry out in pleasure.
I feel my arousal dripping down my thighs, but I can’t do anything about it.
“You haven’t put my collar on,” he grunts, twisting up the wand another notch, and my hardened nub tingles as the tension leaves my body limp.
“I can’t… Please?”
“Can’t put the collar on?” he taunts. He knows what he’s doing. Torturing me with too much pleasure which doesn’t allow me to function properly. I can’t speak. I can’t think.
“No, I… Orgasm…” My words are mumbled, falling from my lips and not making sense. “Please?”
“Do you want me inside you, sweet slut?” he asks, his face close to mine, his fingers teasing my wet core. The buzzing on my clit hasn’t stopped and my mind feels blank. “Look at me,” he murmurs softly. He dips two fingers inside me. Our gazes lock—his black with lust, mine teary with need.
“Fuck me, Sir. Please?”
Swiftly, the buzzing stops, the clamp is moved somehow, and in seconds I’m filled beyond measure. Even though I’m drenched, feeling him enter me is like finding a piece of me that was missing. He completes the broken parts of me as I heal the shattered pieces of him.
Our bodies are fluid. Our mouths are glued in passion, yearning, and desire.
“Oh, God!” I cry out as his finger finds my puckered entrance, dipping inside me while his cock claims me.
“Tell me, Eva?”
“What? Please?”
“Tell me you’ll wear it?” He grunts with each thrust. Every word a drive, a plunge deeper, hitting my soul.
“Yes! Yes! Please, let me come!”
“Do it. Mark me, sweet slut. And I’ll keep you as mine.”
And I do. Our bodies lock, as do our hearts, and I know I’m forever branded to him.
Bonus Scene #1
Nate
I watch from the window of my office as Eva steps into the cool water of our swimming pool. Behind my wife is the handsome boy that I’ve fallen in love with since the moment he came into our lives.
My son.
For years I never knew if I would be a good father, but watching him grow before my very eyes, has changed that. He runs to me when he needs something. He spends his nights in my lap, listening to me read him stories until he falls asleep.
At five, he’s nothing short of amazing. Perfect. A mixture of my sweet wife and me, he’s going to be a heartbreaker. I recall times when I refused to have a family because I thought I’d turn out just like my father—a drunk and abusive asshole. But Oliver helped me come to terms with the fact that the past is just that.
Eva and Ainsley splash around in the pool, the water creating glistening crystals the fly into the air, and squealing giggles filter through the window into my office.
My heart is full. My life is nothing short of perfect. Eva and I have been through so much, and as we come up to our fifth wedding anniversary, I wanted to do something special.
She’s been wanting to go back and see the girls—Giana and Peyton—and I know everyone wants to see Ainsley again. He’s growing up far too quickly for my liking.
The phone ringing drags my attention back inside, and when I pick it up, I smile, answering, “Oliver, how are you?”
“All good on this side, I’m just checking in with you and Eva. How is the little man doing?”
My gaze lands outside, seeing his smile, his arms wrapped around his mom’s neck as she plants a kiss on his forehead.
“He’s amazing, Oliver,” I tell my friend. “I honestly don’t know how to do this, but I know I’ll be better at it than my old man ever was. And I have the support of my beautiful wife.”
“Listen to me, Nate, you’re not your past. I know I’ve told you this before, but your father was an asshole. He didn’t love anything or anyone. You, my friend, love Eva and Ainsley.”
“I know. But doubt creeps in momentarily when I least expect it. Even though I’m happy and content, there are times I wonder if I ever fall into a black hole—”
“If you do, your wife will be there to bring you back, and if she needs me, I’ll be there for you.” His tone is serious. I never once doubted him as a friend and confidant. He’s the only person, besides Eva, who knows the truth about what happened to me.
“I know, Oliver. What can I do for you?”
“I was checking in on you. Also, I would like to see you when you’re back in Chicago in a few weeks so we can have a proper catch-up.”
“Definitely.”
“Take care,” he tells me before hanging up. I settle in my office chair and open my laptop. But before I have time to start work, the pitter-patter of wet feet on the marble tiles race into my office.
“Dad!” Ainsley is drenching everything he comes into contact with as he leaps into the chair opposite my desk. “Mom says we’re going on a plane,” he grins, and I can’t help but notice another front tooth is gone.
“We are.” Nodding, I rise from my seat and round the desk. “We’re going to visit your uncles and aunts in Chicago.”
“How many are there?” he questions then, holding up both hands.
“Ainsley,” Eva strolls into my office wrapped in a towel. Her bathing suit under the fluffy material. “I told you to get a towel before bothering your dad.”
“But mom,” our son drags out the whine, and I’m chuckling at the fact that he’s more like me than I ever expected. “Dad said it’s okay that I’m here.”
“Did you?”
“I don’t mind. We’ll get a towel for him when he gets in the shower,” I tell Eva with a wink. When she rolls her eyes at me, shaking her head, she notices the look I give her, and the apples of her cheeks turn a soft pink.
“Yes, Nate.”
“Good,” I wink, leaving out the word girl in front of our son. He tends to repeat everything I say lately, and we’ve learned our lesson when he repeated the word fuck after he overheard me threatening to fuck Eva into next week.
“Mom, we’re going to see my uncles and aunts,” Ainsley tells Eva. “Do they have candy?”
We both laugh at his question, but Eva allows me to respond, “You’ll get some candy because we’ll be there for your cousins, Erin and Fallon’s birthday party.”
“I like birthdays. I like cake too,” Ainsley informs us of what we already know. He has a love of chocolate cake.
“Now go get yourself washed up,” I tell him. “And mom will help you while I finish up some work.”
“I love you, dad,” Ainsley grins, leaping into my arms and soaking my clothes in the process of showing me how much he loves me. The shirt I’m wearing is no longer pressed perfectly.
“I love you too, sport,” I tell him. He releases me, racing through the house, and I’m left with a wet, wrinkled shirt, but I have never been happier.
Bonus Scene #2
Eva
Leaning on the doorjamb, I watch Nate telling Ainsley a bedtime story about a dragon that stole a pri
ncess from the castle.
“And when the prince found out, he raced through the forest on his horse. He was big and strong.”
“Will I be big and strong, dad?” Ainsley watches his father with admiration beaming from his young face. All the while I’ve known Nate, he was nothing short of a closed-off, broken man.
Over the time we spent together, I managed to break down his walls. I learned about how his father abused him physically — the slurs he would sling at a young Nathan, and how it slowly scarred him.
As he grew older, he found his release in the degradation and humiliation of the women he had in his playroom. Even though most women wouldn’t understand it, I did.
It was as if he healed me with the darkness he exuded. I craved it because I knew the moment we stepped out of a scene. He would love me like I’m his princess.
“When you’re older, you’ll be stronger than me. You’ll be able to do anything you want to do, Ainsley.” Nathan’s voice breaks, and I wonder if he’s talking about himself. “When I was your age, I didn’t have anyone to love me, my mom and dad weren’t around.”
“What did you do, dad?”
“I spent my time alone. I wasn’t happy, but I wasn’t lonely because I knew one day, I would be able to find friends who would accept me.”
Ainsley’s face is a picture of awe and contentment. “But if your mommy and daddy didn’t want you, can’t you find another mommy and daddy?”
“You might not understand this now, but sometimes, life is difficult.”
“Will it be like that for me?” The wide, dark brown eyes of our son peek up at Nate, and I can tell he’s anxious.
“Never. I will be there for you, and your mom, she will be there too. She’s so strong, Ainsley. Sometimes, she’s even stronger than me.”
My eyes burn with tears as I watch them, and the emotion at Nate’s words only serve to fill my heart with love that it overflows.