A Beautiful Prison (12 page)

You are sick, girl, so very sick, and you’re playing right into his hands and loving every minute of it.

“Go on, Ruby, suck my dick with that very pretty mouth of yours.” He stroked his finger along her jawline, moved it over her chin, and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip. Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict at his large size. She wasn’t a prude intellectually, but physically she had next to no experience in this kind of thing. She had been fingered once, made out a few times, and had given a hand job, but those had been such quick episodes that they were hardly memorable.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” She licked her lips and watched as a drop of clear fluid dotted the tip of his erection.

“You have no idea how much it pleases me to know that you are untouched in every way.” She certainly wasn’t going to educate him on the reality of what she had done sexually. Let him think what he wanted.

“I don’t want to disappoint you.” God, did she just say that? Yes, she did, but she tried to reason that she was playing a part, pleasing him so he was happy and sated, just until she could leave this place.

“Only disobeying my orders could disappoint me, darling.” He continued to stroke her lip, and then slipped his hand in her hair, grabbed a chunk of the heavy mass, and yanked her head back hard enough that she gasped in pain. But she also had a gush of wetness slip from her. Pressing her thighs together did nothing but pinch her clit, causing a shockwave of pleasure through her. With no underwear on, her nipples poked through the thin-as-hell blouse and her arousal made her inner thighs uncomfortably wet. “I guide your actions. Now, suck my cock, Ruby.” He pulled her head forward until the slick tip of his shaft moved along her lips. She opened and sucked the head inside. “Yes, that’s so very good, Princess. Now move your tongue around.” She did as he said, and the salty flavor of his pre-cum bathed her tongue. “Lick the underside of my cock, Ruby. Stroke it as if you were using your hand.”

Flattening her tongue and doing what he said required her to take in more of his length in, but he was far too thick and long for her to suck all of him in her mouth. She licked the underside, swore she felt the vein there pulse with excitement, and couldn’t stop the moan that came from her. It certainly wasn’t a flavor that she would have thought would taste good, but God it did, and in that moment she didn’t think about how she came to be in his presence. All she wanted was to please him, because for some fucked-up reason that pleased her as well.

Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with fervor. Taking hold of the root of his dick with her hand, she stroked what she couldn’t reach with her mouth.

“That’s it. Suck me until I come down your throat.” He still had his hand in her hair, and kept her head stationary as he moved in and out of her mouth, fucking her like he’d fucked her between the thighs just this morning. Aside from the deep breaths coming from him, he didn’t make any noises. Looking up at him, she saw his attention on her mouth. “You should see your lips right now, stretched wide around my fucking dick. It’s such a damn turn on.” He increased his speed until the tip of his erection slammed against the back of her throat. Gagging from the forcefulness of it, her eyes watered and saliva dripped down her chin. But despite that she grew wetter. “
Christ
, Ruby.” He was always in such control of his emotions, so hard and stoic. But for one second, just one, she saw the human that lay behind his coldness.

A deep groan left him and then she felt the hard jets of his cum move down the back of her throat and tasted the saltiness of it as it coated the interior of her mouth. He kept her prisoner with his hold on her head, and she had no option but to swallow it all. Slowing his thrusting hips, she felt his cock start to grow soft. He took a step back, slipping from her mouth, and she felt a drop of wetness slide down her bottom lip. Reaching out with his thumb, he moved it along her lip, collecting that drop of cum. He pressed the pad of his thumb back to her mouth until she opened for him.

“Suck it clean, Ruby.” Eyes half lidded, he kept his focus on her mouth as she suctioned her lips around the digit. She ran her tongue around the tip of it, licked and sucked off the slick fluid, and didn’t stop until he was pulling it away from her mouth. Taking her under the arms with his hands, he hauled her up and slanted his mouth on hers. Apparently he didn’t care that he had just come in her mouth because he thrust his tongue inside, swirled it around hers, and groaned. By the time he moved back she felt hot and sweaty, and so very turned on. “Don’t be bad while I’m gone. I have a nice little reminder on how good you can be, Ruby. Don’t make me have to come back here earlier than necessary.” His expression was once again hard, and he spoke while tucking himself back in his pants, zipping it up, and straightening his suit until he looked like a collected businessman once more. And then he turned and strode away, and a moment later she heard the door open and close.

Ruby rushed to the foyer and looked out the window beside the front door. Gavin got into another stretch black limo, and she knew he was going to the hanger and small private airstrip he owned. She was all alone, well, aside from the two servants he had watching her. The thing was did she risk trying to escape, failing once again, and having to endure whatever wrath would surely come from Gavin as a result? Or did she stay here, earn his trust, and hope that one day, hopefully very soon, he would take her into one of the towns where she could get some help?

“You are okay?” The deep thick accent came from behind her and she turned around to see Adelbert. He had a pair of very big and sharp shears in his hand. He must have seen the fear on her face as she looked at them, but he started speaking again, and then shook his head as if realizing she didn’t understand. “For flowers.” He lifted the shears, opened and closed them until she heard the distinct “clip-clip,” and nodded.

She didn’t know if she should be polite or give this guy the finger. She could open the door and try for the woods. Surely she could outrun him. But eyeing him up and down showed Ruby that although he looked like he was in his fifties or early sixties, he was also in phenomenal shape. In fact, he looked just as muscular and toned as Gavin.
Why did you think they were that old?
Her inner question didn’t matter, because she still had to decide what she planned on doing. It shouldn’t have been a difficult decision, but for some reason it really was.

Drika came in, her words fast and angry as she spoke with the man. They argued for a few seconds, and finally the woman threw her hands in the air and made an exasperated noise. She turned toward Ruby, gave her a once-over, sighed and shook her head before turning and leaving. The older man started chuckling, and pointed to where the woman had left.

“My sister, she is crazy,” he said, laughing. So they were brother and sister, and she was clearly a lot meaner then the man. “You go see flowers with me?” His English was pretty broken, and with his thick accent it was hard to make out his words, but she picked up on it enough. He tilted his head toward the back, and she glanced at the front door. “You have seen the flowers with Master Gavin, yeas?” She slowly nodded and clasped her hands together so she didn’t fidget. “Then let us go.” He smiled, and it appeared warm and gentle. She smoothed her hands down her skirt and decided to go with him, because for all she knew Gavin was watching, and waiting for her to make her move. She had time, and she needed to use it wisely.

When she started following him he grinned, and slight wrinkles around his eyes and mouth became evident. He led them through the dining room and into the kitchen. Ruby had seen a lot of the house already from when Gavin had been in the mood to show her around, but mainly the rooms on the upper level, and the sitting areas. There was a set of double French doors on the other side of the kitchen.

They stepped into a sunroom-type enclosure. It was large, with floor to ceiling windows that let in the warm morning light. Wicker furniture was placed around the room, as were fresh and colorful tulips. The windows showed the back property, all flat, grassy land, tall, swaying grass, and a blue picturesque sky. Drika could be seen by a clothesline, and stark white articles of clothing moved back and forth from the breeze.

“It is good for the soul.” She glanced at Adelbert, who had a smile on his face. He was pointing at the clothesline. “Sun and fresh air makes everything happier.” He didn’t wait for her to respond, just motioned for her to continue to follow him. He led her out of the sunroom and to the rear of the house where she knew there were a sea of colorful flowers. Even though she had seen them before, she still stopped and took in the sight.

All her life she had been surrounded by asphalt, grime, cars and smog. But here everything was fresh, clean, and so very open. There were no buildings that blocked the sky, no cars driving by and letting off noxious smog that suffocated her. Gavin was right, this place was so isolated that it was like it had been untouched by man. She shouldn’t be gazing at the land like she wasn’t the captive of a gorgeous, sadistic man, but she was. They were out in the middle of nowhere, but the scenery was so beautiful that all Ruby could do was sigh and take it all in.

“It is very beautiful, yes?” Adelbert questioned.

She nodded, not looking away from the rainbow of colors right in front of her.

“I must fix the trees.” He pointed to the endless row of willowy trees that lined the other side of the property. “But you can pick flowers for dinner?” She assumed he meant as a centerpiece of dinner, and not actually to eat. Turning to face him, she watched as he looked down at her with that same pleasant smile.

“You know why he has me here?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. The questions just flowed from her as her emotions went higher. “He has me captive, held against my will. He bought me at an auction, and I fear for my life.” She wasn’t sure if the last was the whole truth or not. She didn’t know how far he would go with her in his need to own her.

“You are hurt?” As far as she could tell he wasn’t being sarcastic or cruel in how he phrased the question. He honestly seemed interested in her answer. “The Master of the estate has harmed you?”
Master of the estate?
She smoothed her hand down her skirt, felt the tenderness of the bruises that Gavin had given her, and opened her mouth to tell him that yes, the Master of the estate did harm her, and she had the marks on her body to prove it. But why did she feel wrong to think that, and say it aloud? Yes, he had hurt her, but she had enjoyed it.

It didn’t matter that she had derived pleasure from it. But before she could say anything Drika was striding toward them in hurried steps. She stopped in front of them and looked at Ruby. Once again she started talking quickly to Adelbert, but her eyes stayed on Ruby. “My sister has to keep a strict schedule, and says I am talking too much with you. She says Master Gavin will not be pleased if our work is not completed.” He chuckled at his own words.

Ruby watched as Drika went back to the clothesline.

“Come.” Adelbert set the shears down and took Ruby’s hand. “Master Gavin told me to make sure you are happy, to keep you company. He says you are frightened, that you might run because of that, yes?” It was hard to get past his deep, thick accent and broken English, but the longer she was in his presence the easier it was becoming. “We are all captives of ourselves, yes?” She stared at him, not hiding her confusion. Had he taken her earlier words that she was speaking rhetorically and not literally?

She was so stunned at first that she allowed him to pull her toward the field of flowers. When they reached the edge of them she glanced around and watched as they moved in unison when the wind picked up. It was like a colorful wave.

“Yes, the wonder of God, the glory of creation. We should enjoy it and not run from it.” He was looking at her now, but took a small step back and held his hand out toward the flowers. She stayed still for a second, but then got down on her haunches, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply to allow herself this moment of peace. She had never smelled anything so wonderful before. She opened her eyes and looked up at Adelbert. He reached into the small utility belt he wore around his waist and removed a gleaming pair of scissors.

“You help me, and we will talk.” For some reason she wanted to talk to someone, wanted conversation where she could stay by these flowers and enjoy the sun on her face. She reached out and grabbed the scissors he held out. He gestured to the flowers and she grabbed a vibrant yellow one, bringing the blades across the stem. “Master Gavin helped me and my sister many years ago.” She glanced over at him, but his attention was on the flowers as he cut them with another pair of scissors. “The town I lived in is very far away.” He went back to cutting flowers and setting them on the ground. “Drika and I, we lost everything because of a fire, not only our possessions, but our elderly parents as well.” Although he spoke evenly, she saw the twitch in his eyebrows when he said those words.

“I’m sorry.”

He reached out and patted her on the shoulder. “It was long ago, and death, it is a part of life.” He reached out, cut the stem of a pink flower, and placed it right over her ear. “Master Gavin wanted land to purchase. Even young he held power. He heard of our misfortune and offered us refuge.” He cleared his throat and she felt sorry for him, even though he was loyal to the man that she should despise. “Without him I don’t know where we would be. But he is a good man. He could have left us there, with nothing. Our village was poor. There was no one to help us.” He set the last flower on the ground and looked over at her.

“I’m very sorry, I am, but I don’t think you understand what I meant—”

He shook his head, but kept his smile in place. “My English, it is not good, but I understand. You must understand me, too, yes?” She had no idea what he meant. “Look around.” He gestured to the openness. “Master Gavin is a kind. You must think with this,” he reached out and placed his big hand right over her heart, “and not with this,” and then he moved that hand up to her head. “Happiness is not always where you think. Fear can make you run from it. You must look deep to see what you really want.” He took his hand away from her and his smile faded. “Because we only are given one life on this world, and there is no wrong way to live and enjoy it.” For some reason that last phrase pierced something deep inside of her, and she had to look away from him as emotion clogged her throat. “We all have secrets, ones that we try and bury deep inside of ourselves, but no matter how much we want to erase them, they are always a part of us.” Ruby turned and looked at him again. It was like he was speaking right to her. Not in the literal sense, but as if he
knew
her. “We should embrace it.”