I watched Lizzy on the monitor, teasing her with the remote as I aimlessly stroked my satisfied cock. It was already starting to get hard again—begging for another taste of her hot, wet mouth. I thought about returning to chase my desires again, but my needs had to be throttled. She needed to endure the vibration for the entire night. I spent nearly two hours just watching her suffer—watching her come close—then pulling the pleasure before she could orgasm. When I finally felt sleep calling my name, I let her come—then I left the vibration at a dull roar. That’s where it would stay—and I planned to sleep late. She promised her victim that she loved being tortured and teased—it was time for her to make good on that promise.

I have a feeling she’s going to regret that promise.

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face when I remembered the torment Lizzy had endured. I stayed in bed for thirty minutes, stroking my cock to the thought of it before returning to the monitor and staring at her exhausted face. I wondered how many times the dull roar had made her come in the six hours that I had been asleep. She looked like she had been destroyed—her eyes were red-rimmed with lingering tears—and her groans were like music to my ears. They weren’t just groans—she was begging and pleading with every echo that rushed from her throat. A part of me considered leaving her there for the entire day, but I had made promises too—promises in the contract that I had to fulfill.

I guess I’ll give her a little respite before I send her back to the cage for the day.

I turned off the vibration and gave her some time to recover while I made breakfast. My cock was throbbing in my pants the entire time. I wanted her—lips, ass, pussy—it didn’t matter. I just needed to sink my cock into her body and ravage one of her holes. I wasn’t going to be able to make it through another night without taking her innocence. Her mouth had been a wonderful distraction, but what I truly craved was her tight virgin cunt. It was mine when I wanted it, and I had tortured myself long enough. She would fully understand by that point that her question about Wyatt was what kept me from taking it—and she would beg to give it to me as penance, even if she wasn’t fulfilling one of her promises.

“I trust you had a pleasant evening.” I put a cheerful tone in my voice as I opened the door to my playroom and stepped inside.

Silence—the only response she was allowed to provide. She was definitely learning, like the good little submissive slut I was turning her into.

“Let’s have breakfast.” I removed her restraints and let her get up from the bench.

Her body is such a beautiful canvas—one that deserves to be painted by agony every single day.

I led Lizzy to the kitchen and made her sit at the table. The wax was still on her body and there were red marks where some of it had burned her flesh. She looked disheveled and I could see the destruction in her eyes when she started eating. Hours upon hours of orgasms—pleasure that turned into pain. Perhaps I would have liked to meet the man she made those promises too—he seemed like a wonderfully sadistic man—but he hid behind a screen—with a wife that didn’t like the things he did. He had probably never even had a girl succumb to the fantasies he described. That was too bad—they were wonderful thoughts and I savored the promises she made when she was setting him up—promises she never thought she would fulfill when the lust dripped across the screen.

“If you’re a good girl today—tonight you’re going to get to sleep in my bed.” I looked over at her with a casual glance.

She just nodded—god, she was beautiful when she did what she was supposed to do.

The words that were unsaid were as powerful as the ones that left my lips. She was going to sleep in my bed because I was going to have her—every bit of her. I was going to take her virginity and claim her body. It was a promise she made, and one that she would fulfill—there were numerous ones that promised her body to the men she blackmailed. It was too bad she wouldn’t be able to give her innocence away as many times as she promised she could. I would have to make the first one special—for me.

After breakfast was done, I put the ball gag on her and took her back to her cage and locked the door. She would be there for the entire day—until I was ready to use her again.

So beautiful—those red-rimmed eyes wondering what I have in store for her—yet bound to silence and unable to ask me what’s next.

I’ll be thinking about that moment all day.

“Did you forget that you had a job to come to today?” Mauro looked at me with a hint of anger in his eyes.

“No.” I tilted my head to the side. “Everything was put in place yesterday. There’s nothing for me to do at this point except wait for the fallout.”

“Well, we’ve got a problem.” He motioned for me to follow him into his office. “Josef Weber asked for a meeting.”

“A meeting?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “That’s a desperate play. I expected backlash before he came crawling to us on his knees.”

“I guess we hit him harder than we realized.” Mauro sat down and folded his arms across his chest. “And we haven’t even dug our nails into Los Angeles. Maybe we should pull back on that…”

“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “We keep hitting—until there’s nothing left but ashes—then we put a proposal on the table.”

“You want to buy Weber Acquisitions?” Mauro shrugged. “I guess that makes sense, but I doubt he’ll sell—even if he has nothing left but ashes.”

“It’s a power play. The same one we tried on us. We send a proposal, make some noise about it, and then all those sharks we were attracting will dig their teeth into him.” I chuckled under my breath.

I returned to my office and watched the screen as our soldiers started hitting Weber’s clients on the east and west coast at the same time. Stock prices were falling—things were going according to plan. It should have been a moment of victory, and it was, but I was distracted. My eyes kept drifting to the video on my phone—Lizzy in her cage. She had fallen asleep, undoubtedly exhausted from her night of agonizing bliss—preparing for what was coming when I returned home.

I looked at the picture on my desk—four Jacksons—all in a row. Only two of us were still standing. The job took our father from us early—stress and a weak heart was what the doctor said. I was pretty sure he didn’t have a heart, much less a weak one—maybe he did when our mother was still alive, but I ripped it from his chest when I came into the world. My attention focused on Wyatt. I thought about the number of times he had dealt with Josef Weber in Chicago—the times he asked for us to do more than wage an eternal war.

It’s too bad that I didn’t listen back then. We could have crushed that asshole at any point, but we let him get stronger—all because I was too busy living off my family name instead of embracing the job I was born to do.

I opened my desk drawer and pulled out the copy of the chat logs I kept on hand between Wyatt and Lizzy. Reading through them intensified the rage I felt towards the girl locked away at my house. I needed that rage—a reminder that she wasn’t innocent, even if no man had claimed her body. The chat logs with the other men didn’t inspire much anger—I truly didn’t give a fuck what she promised them. The log in my hand was the only one that could really send me over the edge—it kept me in touch with the reality of the retribution I craved.

No matter how much she suffers, it’ll never be enough.

I’m going to break her again and again—until she can’t be broken anymore. Then I’ll have her where she needs to be—the point where the only thing left to snap her soul is the truth about what happened to Wyatt. One final break—one final act of revenge—the last time she sees daylight without agonizing in what she’s done. Will I keep her when that time comes? Will she even have the strength to get up off her knees? She’s a fun toy, but once the last bit of light is gone from her eyes, it won’t be submission she craves—not anymore.

It will be all she knows.