Rose’s POV:
“I knew you couldn’t be trusted. Your little innocent face was enough proof,” he growled as he tossed me on the rugged floor, on my ass.
He didn’t hesitate to toss me over his shoulder and carry me back to the room he’d left me earlier that evening, even with all of my screaming and kicking. I was beginning to run out of energy but sitting on the warm floor of the room, I swallowed as I watched him walk to the door and click the lock in place before turning to me, his gaze locked on mine.
“I wanted to go easy on you and slowly introduce you to my world but you’ve proven you need to be handled with an iron fist and I’m all here for it, pet,” he pulled from the door and walked towards the opposite wall of the room, where the closet was situated.
I remained quiet, watching him. My heart was beating erratically as I inwardly wondered what my punishment would be this time. My ass was still sore from where he’d spanked me in the morning and I wasn’t sure I could take more but seeing he didn’t seem to be in a hurry, it showed he had other plans. I could only hope he’d be a bit softer on me because once again, my lack of patience had landed me in his web and I didn’t doubt that I was about to meet another part of him that I’d hate even more than I already detested him.
To my utter shock, the doors of the closet swung open and my eyes landed on different instruments I could only describe as torture equipment. Whips of different sizes, floggers, handcuffs, chains, ropes, and other things I couldn’t name hung on the walls, and on the shelves were different sex toys, ball gags, and nipple clamps.
Where was I? For the second time since I got here, I asked myself this question but not from the confusion of being lost to my new environment, but from the horror of what I was seeing. Slowly, I managed to pull my eyes from the closet and the man whose eyes were raking over each instrument as if he couldn’t decide on the one to pick and my gaze traveled around the room for the first time since I arrived.
Of course, I was used to the dark red walls and the dim yellow lights that made it look homely and comforting. The floor was also covered in a dark red rug to match the walls, giving it a monochromic look but that wasn’t all. There was a table, covered in a furry blanket at one end of the room, the one I’d been tied to the first time I woke up here. In the middle of the room was the king-sized bed, dressed in black beddings, and I noticed there were cuffs on all four sides of the bed. The more things I noticed that seemed to be out of place for a normal room, the more my heart rate increased. My eyes darted to the ceiling which was also dark and I noticed something like a swing hanging from them. I swallowed.
I wasn’t new to this setting. All thanks to my best friend, Sam. The one and only time she’d taken me to a club, it was a sex club and I’d been opportune to wander around, where I’d seen most of these things and was introduced to them, and where my mystery had also begun. But seeing them now, and knowing I was about to be a victim of them but unwillingly, unlike most of the women I’d seen that night having a time of their life, a cold shiver ran down my spine and I instinctively pressed my thighs together as though that would save me from the madness my captor was about to unleash on me.
I was cut short from my wandering thoughts when he stepped into my view again, holding a handcuff and a leather whip. I expected him to order me to strip again but instead, he walked past me, placed them on a stool beside the table, and returned, only to forcefully grab my arm and jerk me up, leaving me dizzy from how fast he’d done it. He dragged me along to the table and before I could think of struggling for my freedom, he had the cuffs successfully locked around my wrists.
“What are you doing?” I yelled, but he effectively ignored me and pushed me against the table, lifting me from the floor until I was laying down then he flipped me onto my stomach, with him pressing me down to make sure I stayed in place. But I wasn’t about to let him subdue me without a fight.
I struggled, despite my cuffed hands, and attempted kicking him with my legs but I should have known he had it all planned out. He grabbed one of my legs and pulled it wide towards the edge of the table and the next thing I felt was the cold grasp of another metal cuff wrapping around my ankle, leaving me with one leg free. He worked fast, managing to dodge my flailing leg and poor attempt at aiming for him as he caught my other leg and cuffed it to the table too, leaving me widely spread open for him.
“Let me go, you sick bastard,” I screeched with the last of my strength. “Your mother should be so ashamed of you. You’re nothing but a perverted psychopath. A waste of her labor,” I spat out, still struggling against the cuffs holding onto my legs but they only made me more uncomfortable.
Just when I thought it was over, he showed me he was just getting started. He walked around the table to my head, grabbed my cuffed arms, linked a rope to the cuffs, and tied it to one of the legs of the table. Thus, I was left to his mercy with no defense. He reached for a pocket knife I hadn’t noticed him placing on the stool and with it, he cut my dress open, tossing the ruined fabric to the floor. I was exposed to his hungry eyes, spread widely before him and his dark gaze roved my body, his pupils darkening and his face mirroring the calm exterior of a predator ready to feast on its prey.
“You’ll never get me to submit to you, you bastard!” I spat out through gritted teeth, but instead of the anger I expected, he chuckled darkly, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and yanked it hard, making me gnash my teeth in pain as he tilted my head until our eyes met.
“Such a naive little pet, aren’t you?” his lips spread in a lop-sided grin. But then he leaned in closer until his nose was almost touching me and his eyes were staring intently into mine. “You can continue to show off how bratty you can be but I promise you, I’ll take my time to break you in every way possible and it’ll be my pleasure,”
I could see the wicked glint in his eyes and my heart skipped. He wasn’t bluffing. I blinked, gulping. He released my hair and walked around until he was behind me. In this position, I couldn’t see him and I had no idea what he was up to. The anticipation was making me agitated, and it was building my fear. But suddenly, I felt the light touch of the tassels of the whip, rub against my sore ass cheeks and I stilled, my eyes closing tightly and heart pounding hard as I waited for him to make the first hit but it didn’t come. Instead, he continued tracing it against my ass, slowly moving it to my back, up to my shoulder blades then gliding it down my back again, following the same path he’d taken, down to the crack of my ass and between my inner thighs. His soft touch had me shivering at the same time as it made me feel violated with the way he kept tracing it between my outspread thighs, going farther with each trace until I could feel them brushing against my pussy lips. Again, the touch made me shiver, sending my stomach into tight knots that had my core pulsing.
The room was eerily silent. Not even his breath could be heard and it only increased the tension, his soft touch unknowingly spread comfort through me, making me relaxed. I’d almost forgotten I was meant to be punished until I suddenly stopped feeling the touch of the tassels and the next thing I felt was the searing hot pain of the whip hitting my ass cheeks on the same exact spot he’d spanked me that morning. A loud cry of agony slipped from my lips, hot tears sliding down my cheeks and I struggled to pull my legs together just to ease the pain but I couldn’t as they were cuffed to the table. I was left to his mercy and I screamed profanities at him.
“Scream all you want, brat. The room is soundproof and you’re under my mercy. I will do whatever I want to you and you’ll take it like a good little girl.” He traced the whip over my sore ass again, trying to ease off the pain I was feeling but the light touch sent an electric shock down my spine, causing me to instantly still as wetness pooled between my legs, confusing me.
I was in pain. There was no way I could be enjoying what the psychopath was doing. Yet, I was unable to explain the wetness that was soon dripping into the table. I was still questioning this, when the whip landed on my ass again, this time, harder than the first.
“Count,” he commanded, further infuriating me. Despite the punishment and the tears blurring my vision, I was determined to not bow to his will. I wouldn’t let him break me and treat me like a toy.
“Never!” I screamed at the top of my voice, not caring that no one could hear me.
“Hmm, we’ll see,” he chuckled again, and this time, he whipped me so hard that I let out a sob, my legs shaking from the pain but he didn’t give me time to recover before proceeding. Yet, I refused to count. I bit hard on my lips to prevent more sobs while I took it all in, determined to prove to him that he couldn’t control me. But little did I know that the man was fully ready to impose his authority on me, and he didn’t care at what cost. He was desperate to break me. I didn’t know how long he whipped me before he finally stopped but my ass was aching so badly that I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit for the next couple of days and there may be ugly bruises on it.
“Mmm… you’re a strong one, baby. But trust me, I’ll take care of you,” he cooed just before he tossed the whip to the floor and rounded the table until he was standing before me. He leaned down to see my face and he smiled at the sight of the fat ugly tears rolling down my cheeks. “Your ass looks so pretty with my marks on it, love. But I’m just getting started,”
“W-what?” I blurted out before I could catch myself, my eyes wide in horror but he grinned. Grabbing my hair, he leaned even closer, pressing his lips to my ears.
“I know how wet you are, baby girl. I saw how much that tight little pussy was dripping and clenching, waiting to be filled. Maybe it’s time to finally bury my cock in and watch you take it like a good girl,”
Rose’s POV “You wouldn’t dare,” I spat out through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at him. But in response, he chuckled and petted my hair lightly.“We’ll see about that, brat,” He straightened his stance and walked behind me. His words only fueled my furry but underneath that, the tiny little fear that I’d been harboring began growing. I swallowed, letting out a shaky breath while hoping he was just bluffing. He wouldn’t take me against my will, would he? He wouldn’t do that. I told myself but my train of thought was abruptly halted when he returned to my front and loosened the rope attached to the handcuffs only to extend it more to give me leverage. Thereafter, he rounded the table to my feet and undid the cuffs holding my legs in place. Before I could gather my thoughts and try to predict his next actions, he grabbed my waist and jerked me up until my knees were pressed to the table and my ass was up in the air, exposing me furthermore to his hungry eyes. A gasp of shock flew fr
Jian’s POVThe moment she opened the door, I heard the almost silent creak but I decided to keep my eyes shut and listen to what she’d do. I listened as she creeped into the room, breathing heavily and the urge to open my eyes and let her know I could see her and to even demand what she was doing in my bedroom at this time of the night, was strong but I pressed it down and decided to let my senses lead me. How I knew it was her? Easy!She must have had no idea that the guard that had been around that day was only there to escort me to a function, and Greta isn’t a live-in maid. My home is well secured. So, it was just the two of us.For a moment, I didn’t hear any sounds except the faint smell of her body wash sailing into my nostril but then I felt the shadow cast over my face, blocking the soft glow of the lamp sitting on the nightstand. At this moment, I knew I had to open my eyes but I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. She was standing over me, a butter knife raised above her wit
Rose’s POV…The faint whispering of voices sailed into my ears, waking me up from my light slumber. My eyes slowly opened to see I was still in the confined space of the van, but it was no longer moving. This realization had me quickly sitting up as it dawned on me that they’d arrived at their destination. It meant I was at the Don’s home, and soon I’d be facing my fate. A cold shiver racked my entire body, making goosebumps break out of my skin. I exhaled a shaky breath and tried to stretch my aching limbs while my heart raced with trepidation, as different thoughts of what would soon become of me crowded my mind. I was still lost in my head and the fear threatening to eat me up when I heard the almost silent thuds of footsteps beside the van.“Is she still out?” the gravelly voice I’d heard from earlier on sailed into my ears. “Good, it would make this easier. I’ve spoken to their boss and his men would be out in a minute,”Eerie silence ensured for a moment before another strange m
Rose’s POVI kept staring into his gleaming eyes, my heart racing wildly at the thoughts of what he had in store for me. As though he was immune to the thick waves of fear rolling off me, his eyes roamed my entire being, slowly drifting from my eyes, down to my neck, down to the v-plunge of the robe. It felt as though he was meticulously undressing me with his eyes and it had me squirming underneath his hot gaze. A thrill suddenly ran down my spine and my body shivered when his eyes finally made it back to mine before staring past, to the glass of drink still sitting on the counter. Lost in his presence, I’d forgotten he’d caught me helping myself to a drink in his liquor cabinet.“A good choice,” he murmured, nodding to the half-filled bottle of whiskey. “Would set the pace for the night,” He smirked and my heart dropped further.The urge to know what he was going to do to me, had me drawing in a shaky breath as I finally summoned the courage to ask him.“W-what would you do to me?”
Rose’s POVMy eyes caught onto the soft rays of sunlight streaming into the bedroom as I began to wake from my sleep. Memories of the previous night were the first thing that flooded my brain, especially the images of Jian taking me to bed. Instantly, I shot up to a sitting position and stared down at myself to see I was still clothed in the robe and nothing seemed to be out of place. With this reassurance, I drew in a deep breath to calm my palpitating heart as I moved to rest my back on the headboard.Jian. His name popped into my head again and I found myself smiling. It was a nice name, fitting for his good looks. I had the urge to say it out loud just to know how it’ll sound rolling off my tongue and I did.“Jian,”As if the name was a secret memory unlock, my thoughts traveled to our little game and how freely he’d been around me, dropping his mask to show me his calm and carefree side. It had made me relax and made me feel like he was a handsome stranger I’d just met at a bar
Rose’s POV“No,”That simple response said in a firm voice was like a hot spike to my heart but instead of hitting me with pain, it brought disappointment and anger towards the housekeeper.“You can’t say that, you have to help me,” I went on, moving closer to her but she actively ignored me, keeping her attention on the dishes she was cleaning with a calm expression on her face. When I saw that my antics weren’t working on her, I let my anger fully take over. I’d approached her, hoping she’d understand my predicament as a fellow woman and help me get out of the house but she’d outrightly refused even before hearing me out.“I see you’re no better than your master. All you care about is your paycheck and you have no empathy or feelings of sympathy within you. You’re an accomplice to kidnap and sexual harassment and you deserve to be in jail for the rest of your miserable life, and I’d make sure you rot in hell if I eventually get out of here,” I said with gritted teeth and I turned to
Rose’s POVLater that evening, I waited until after dinner, when Greta had left to make my move. Jian was in his home office just like every other night I’ve been here. I approached the office door and slightly knocked on it, ready to put on my act. Throughout the day while I was home, I’d thought about this decision carefully and I realized I couldn’t sell myself out to a stranger. I couldn’t tell him the truth. So I cooked up a believable story that would get me the sympathy I need while painting me as a saint.I knocked for the second time before he finally responded, asking me to go in. I got in to see him seated behind his desk with a file open before him. His eyes met mine the moment I stepped into the room.“Hi, I’m sorry to disrupt you,” I stated, approaching the desk.“It’s no problem. Take a seat,” I did without hesitation. “Are you here to keep me company because you’re bored?” He smirked and I rolled my eyes. “That’ll get you punished, Rosie,”The urge to roll my eyes agai
Rose‘s POV “Ready to begin?” “W-what?” His words caught me off guard as I wasn’t expecting him to start immediately. “If you’re ready we'll start our first lesson now,” He said, staring at me intently. “Umm…” I blinked, unsure of what to say. My eyes met his intent gaze and I knew I had to accept. I had to make him believe that I was ready to work towards getting better and getting rid of my anxiety. “I'm ready,” I finally responded in a barely audible voice while wondering what he had in mind for our first session. “We don’t have to start today if you are not comfortable with it,” I knew he was trying to be nice to me but I didn’t let his words fool me. I needed him to completely believe my act and the only way to do that was to make him believe that I was truly eager to dispose of my fear and be more open to having relations with men. “I’m ready. I don’t want to continue this way anymore,” “Good,” I heard the hint of praise in his voice as though he was proud of his decision