A Beautiful Prison (10 page)

His chuckle was low and deep. “You act as though you have a choice in the matter.” He brought the leather across her lower belly and she winced in pain. He moved closer to her pussy with every slap and sting of that strip on her flesh. But on the heels of that pain was the intense heat of her blood rising to the surface and tingling with renewed desire. And then he was bringing that leather down across her pussy, over and over again until hot tears were leaving her from the pleasure and pain. She had already been so sensitive down there, but he was causing her to swell and heat further. The look in his eyes was so frightening in its intensity that she knew, for as gentle he had acted at times, that was not really the man he was. “I want to see you come again, Ruby.” His chest rose and fell as if he was out of breath, but his voice was strong and even, and so very in control.

It was hard not to succumb to the whispered temptation of his acts. “It’s not right.” She didn’t know if she was saying that to him or herself, but it didn’t matter because she couldn’t stop the pleasure moving through her. Teeth gritted and beads of sweat lining her forehead, she lost that battle when he took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisted the peak. Unbelievable hard pain filled her chest and speared right down to her clit. Neck straining, eyes squeezed shut, and wetness coming from her on its own, Ruby was crying as she came for this monster.

“That’s it, Princess. You need the pain I give you as much as I need to inflict it upon you.” He didn’t stop whipping her pussy with that strip, or tugging at her nipple until she grew overly sensitive and tried to close her legs. He let go of her breasts and she opened her eyes, watching him toss the leather aside. He shifted only long enough to rid himself of his slacks, and then he was between her thighs once more, guiding his shaft to her entrance. The thick, long length between his thighs was intimidating.

“No, you won’t fit.” Although she knew in reality he would, the fact of him shoving that into her had anxiety and anticipation thumping through her. He knew she was a virgin, but he didn’t respond, just rubbed the big tip of his erection up and down the center of her. She groaned in pleasure when he bumped her clit. He pressed the crown to her entrance and pushed in slowly. The burning sensation of him stretching her had her curling her fingers into her palms until the sting of pain made her loosen her hold. When the tip of his shaft pressed through her opening, he placed both hands on the bed beside her head.

“You will never know how good you feel to me.” She opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them, and stared into his light blue ones. When he stopped she knew that he had come up against her hymen. Her palms began to sweat, and she felt perspiration line the space between her breasts. He flicked his eyes to the area she had just been thinking about, and to her utter shock dipped his head and ran his tongue along the valley. He then pressed his mouth to hers and stroked her tongue with his. She tasted the saltiness of what he had just licked off her. “There is no going back, Ruby.” He pulled out of her slightly, and in once quick, measured thrust he tore through her innocence and buried himself all the way in her body.

The pain was like nothing she had felt thus far. It burned as if she were on fire, and moisture gathered in the corner of her eyes as she tried to stop herself from screaming out. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know the pain he caused. But when she stared into his eyes once more she contemplated if that was really the truth. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in at the same pace. He did this repeatedly, always keeping the same speed until she knew if her hands hadn’t been bound she would have been clutching at him, clawing at him, and trying to hold on as she went higher. But the almost-softness that had taken over him suddenly morphed as he picked up his pace. Darkness fell over his face, clouding his eyes so they looked like a turbulent storm instead of a crystal clear lake. The discomfort had diminished, and every time he thrust into her deep and hard, bumping her clit and cursing out filthy things, her pleasure mounted.

Gavin started thrusting into her so forcefully that she was moving up and down on the mattress and hitting the headboard every time he pushed back into her. Ruby felt her orgasm climbing, felt like she was going to explode from the inside out, but Gavin slowed his pace, as if he knew she was about to climax, and a soft groan left her. He leaned back on his knees, and smoothed his hands up her side and over her breasts. He pumped into her at an almost bored pace, squeezing her breasts as if memorizing them, and then glanced up at her. She was right on the precipice of coming, but she couldn’t quite get there. She wanted to scream at him, curse him, and beg him for more because he wasn’t giving her what she wanted, but she felt conflicted. This man had bought her. She was his captive. That realization had her lips parting.

“You want more, Princess?” He never stopped moving in and out of her. “I want you to ask me for what you want.” But he wasn’t asking her to tell him she wanted to come. No, he wanted her to say her darkest desires out loud. He moved one of his hands up and circled her throat. It was a loose hold, but there was so much promise in it.
Stop thinking like that. This man is a monster and wants to use you as his sex slave.
But he was giving pleasure as much as he was taking it. And before she knew what she was doing she spoke.

“I want more.” Those three words were uttered low, but there was a triumphant look on his face after she said them. He applied pressure to her neck, slowly tightening his hand until the threat of cutting off her oxygen was very real. Picking up his speed now, he plowed into her and shoved his big dick in and out of her pussy until she felt his balls slap against her ass.

“That’s it, Ruby. Give it to me. Give
yourself
to me.” On the third thrust she came long and hard, but he was squeezing her throat now at the same time her orgasm peaked. She could breathe, but barely, and crying out her pleasure was not possible. Stars danced in front of her eyes and blackness started to cloud her vision from the intensity of it.

“Yes.” She didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but that lone word had tumbled from her mouth on its own. Ruby was aware of him all but slamming his shaft into her, and the discomfort grew, but that pain also had her pleasure heightening, too. And then he was coming, and the groan that came from him was so very deep and masculine that she felt her entire body tingle from it.

Although it seemed impossible, Ruby swore his cock thickened even further inside of her, and she felt the hot, powerful jets of his cum bathe her insides. After several minutes of him surrendering to his pleasure, he collapsed on top of her. But it was only seconds after he had done that before he rolled away and lay on his back, breathing heavily. The post-euphoric buzz slowly started to wane, and she realized that she had given herself freely to her captor, and that he hadn’t even used a condom.

Ruby looked over at him, her fear once again renewing at the thought of diseases and pregnancy. “I’m not on the pill.” She could barely hear herself over the thundering of her pulse in her ears. “And what about STDs?” Ruby was clean, but this man could be carrying all kinds of nasty things. That thought was enough to have bile rising in her throat. He sat up and leaned over her without responding. Once he had the pearls off her wrists she rubbed her skin and looked over at him, expecting him to say something, anything, about what she had just said. When he was lying on his back once more, he breathed out heavily.

“I have no diseases, Ruby. I get tested regularly, and the last time was right before I went to the auctions. I hadn’t been with a female since getting tested. And I know you’re clean, given the fact you were a virgin.” She swallowed, but didn’t look away from him. “And pregnancy isn’t an issue since I’ve had a vasectomy.” Okay, so that was at least comforting. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling.

“You never wanted children?” Why she was asking or even cared was beyond her, but she was curious why a man who as far as she knew had no other children, would get an operation like that. But maybe he did have children and a wife somewhere else. No, she didn’t want to think about that, because that would make this already fucked-up situation even worse. He glanced over at her, as if surprised she asked. Heck, she was surprised, too. But he didn’t say anything at first, and went back to staring at the ceiling.

“I don’t think bringing children into the life I lead is very wise.”
You mean the kind of life where you buy women and keep them for your own sexual amusement?
A frown settled over his face and she wondered if she had said the words out loud. “Not taking into account that my profession requires me to be away for long stretches of time, and that at times I hardly have a moment to myself, I don’t think that would be fair to a child.” Wow, he almost seemed human right there. Suddenly she grew chilled and reached down for the comforter. But Gavin placed a hand on her arm, stilling her. “I think we should go over the rest of my rules now, Ruby.” There was a flickering of something behind his eyes,
something
that had the hair on the back of her neck rising with awareness. He reached down and grabbed the comforter and pulled it over them.

“Thank you.” Maybe showing him gratitude and acting like she wouldn’t fight anymore would go a long way in not angering him. Because although she wanted to leave, she also knew that the chances of that were very slim.

“You’re welcome, darling.” He leaned in and she forced herself to stay still as he kissed her on the forehead. “Your obedience pleases me. Now, about those rules.” He leaned back, but pulled her toward his body so she was pressed to his muscular side. The position would be awkward if she didn’t rest her head on his chest, and so for the sake of comfort she did just that. But deep down Ruby did admit that being this close to someone that actually wanted her, and looked upon her like she was a precious treasure, did make her feel very good. “I do enjoy the darker side of things—as we have discovered you do, too—but I don’t want to go too far with you. I don’t want to get angry and punish you because of that. I want to give you pain, yes, but I want to do that because you like it also.” She nodded slowly. “This is your home now, and you must realize that sooner rather than later. You are not to leave the property. If you want to walk around, then someone will go with you. Until you can be trusted I can’t allow you to wander around by yourself.” He glanced down at her. “It’s also safer. Do you understand me?” She nodded again.

“Safer from what?” He brushed a lock of her hair off of her shoulder, but she didn’t wince or move away.

“You’re a young woman, and there are plenty of depraved men out there that would like to do filthy things to you.” He said it seriously, with a touch of warning and anger in his voice. Did he mean it in a general sense, or did he have enemies out there?

“You mean men like you?”

He gripped her nape hard and forced her to look at him. “Yes, Ruby, men exactly like me.”

Her heart started thundering at his words. “Maybe you should let me go then.” Ruby should have kept her mouth shut, but how could he lay there and act like she was safer in here than out in the world? The things he had already done to her were depraved in nature, regardless if she enjoyed them or not. But she reminded herself of the horrors that she had imagined: being chained up in a filthy cell, starved, beaten, and raped repeatedly. Gavin wasn’t the worst monster that could have purchased her. In fact, he had given as much as he had taken.

But aren’t you a monster, too, Ruby? You can’t act innocent if you enjoyed the pain he gave you.
He pushed her onto her belly before she was even finished with that thought. Using one of his knees to push her legs apart, he settled his nude weight on her. The air left her at his size, and his erection prodded at the crease of her ass. How could he even be hard again so quickly?

He pinned her wrists to her lower back. “You’ll do well to watch your tongue, Princess.” His warm breath teased her ear and she closed her eyes at the arousal that started pounding through her at his hidden warning. “I could chain you up right now, mark up your body until you writhe for more, and cry out for me to let you come.” He placed a hand on her hip. “But I won’t let you come. I’ll bring my palm down on your glorious ass until you can’t stand it and your flesh is a vibrant red.” He ground his rock-hard dick into her ass and her mouth dried at the feeling of that length pushing deeper into her ass crack. “My handprints will look so lovely on your body, Ruby. So very lovely.” He moved his hand up her side and rested it on the side of her breast. “It would be so very easy for me to go too far in my desire for you.” He ran his tongue along her cheek. “And I desire you so fucking much I could suffocate you with it.” He had his mouth by her ear, and with every word his lips brushed along the shell of it.

“Okay.” She said that one word again, but it was the only one she could form at the moment. He had successfully aroused and frightened her all by saying those few sentences.

“Good girl.” He moved off of her, but gave her right butt cheek a light smack before getting off the bed. “Let’s take care of your feet.” When he got off the bed she looked over her shoulder and watched him walk into the bathroom attached to the room. It was hard to concentrate and hate the man when he looked like he did. And as superficial as that sounded, he was built like one of those Greek gods she had learned about in school. The muscles of his back flexed, and his ass was so very firm. Ruby had never been one to care much about those parts of the body on a guy, but seeing Gavin in the nude had her pressing her thighs together. He disappeared behind the door and she rested her head on the pillow. He hadn’t told her to turn around, and she didn’t want to anger him after the little speech he had given her. It seemed kind of ironic that she feared pain so much, but her deepest desires revolved around that specific fear. And then she had sampled it first-hand by him, and it had been terrifying and liberating all in the same breath.