The news reached me that day at work. He moved in the same circles my father did, and he was the one to tell me about King passing away. I was sitting in my office, just looking at some footage and trying to determine if someone really was stealing the silverware, when he came up to me.

“I missed a funeral a few days ago,” he muttered to himself as he went through some mail. “Dammit, should’ve gone to that one, too. Can you check my schedule, son? Is that meeting with the Robinsons still on tomorrow? I’d like to pay my respects, take some flowers to the grave.”

I nodded and checked his itinerary, and my father left the card on my desk when I confirmed he was free the next afternoon.

It wasn’t until later that I finally checked it, the black and white catching my eye.

I knew once I saw his initials engraved at the top of the card, I knew he was gone.

And I thought of Sapphire right away. I knew I needed to leave, and I knew if she’d found out, she wouldn’t be home either.

I called Maria, who was sobbing profusely and I could barely make out her words. She finally told me she knew, and she suspected Sapph did as well, since she just got a letter about the will.

I knew she’d be at his old apartment, and it was the first place I raced to.

The doorman wasn’t hostile this time around. Even he looked like he knew exactly what had happened, and he gave me a solemn nod as I took the elevator up to the penthouse suite.

She was sitting in a little heap at the door, crying so hard her eyes looked black and blue, not even red anymore. Her makeup was smeared, her pretty dress spotted with tears.

I sat down next to her, I didn’t dare touch her. She just sobbed, sitting on the floor in front of his front door. She sobbed for what felt like hours, and I tried to ignore the tears welling in my own eyes.

Finally, she leaned against me, and she let me hold her.

“Help,” she whispered, and my fucking heart broke for her. “I don’t know how to make it better. I don’t know, baby.”

“I don’t know,” I said back. “I only know one way, baby.”

“What is it?” Her sweet voice was so hopeful it broke me all over again.

“Come on, let’s go home, and I’ll show you. I promise I will.” I stroked her arms.

“Just a little bit longer?” she asked through the tears, and I nodded.

“Just a little bit longer,” I agreed.

* * *

We got home an hour later. She felt weak in my arms, but she wouldn’t talk about it.

“You said you knew how to make it better,” she told me, her bottom lip shaking as she looked at me, those pretty eyes so very desperate. “You said you knew how.”

“Baby,” I said softly. “I’m not sure. I can only fix it by breaking you and putting you back together, piece by piece.”

She gasped when I kissed her, submitting to my lips completely.

I ran a hand up her thigh and she mewled needily, but she shoved me away, just a little, just enough to make me know she didn’t want it.

“I don’t want to today.”

My hands trailed down her arms, but she wouldn’t look at me. She seemed so upset, so fragile, so broken. I had no fucking clue what I was supposed to do with her, so I just stroked her pretty hair off her face, and decided to give her a moment to herself. I didn’t want her to feel trapped with me, she probably needed time to think.

“Okay, baby,” I told her with a small smile, drawing my hand back. “That’s okay. Do you want to relax today?”

She nodded, but she wouldn’t quite look at me. Her fingers were knotted nervously, her skirt so short it was exposing her inner thighs. I looked at the mark on her skin and melancholy washed over me. I wanted to be inside her.

“Go take a bath,” I told her. “We can talk once you’re done. It will make you feel better.”

She nodded again and disappeared down the hallway. I heard the sounds of running water and did my fucking best to focus on something else, if only for a few moments. But it didn’t take long for me to get really distracted.

I kept thinking about her. How pretty she looked in the outfit I picked out for her that morning, before we knew any of this was going to happen. She liked it so much when I did that, decided what she should wear. I thought about how hard she had been trying to please me. But today, she got to be as bratty as she wanted. I groaned and got up from my desk, walking towards the bathroom.

I tried not to fucking look at her. I felt so upset, so broken up about everything that had happened. But I still did it. Risked a single look through the door she’d left ajar, just like I always told her to. Still following rules even when she was so fucking broken. Seeing her in there, I had to suppress a groan. My fucking pretty girl.

The bubbles had dissipated and I could see her naked body in the clear, hot water. Her legs on either side of the tub, her head thrown back and her long hair spilling down into the water. One hand on her tits, the other busy playing with her pussy, when she told me moments ago she didn’t want me to fuck her.

I gritted my teeth. Any other day I would’ve wanted to choke her for doing that.

I watched her for a while longer, the little gasps that leave her lips, the soft mewls that make me grow so hard I want to leak cum all over my jeans. Her fingers were dipping into her pussy under the water, and she teased her clit until she came with a stifled cry, my name a whisper on her lips.

It shocked me.

“Fuck, Felix… please.”

No more of this shit.

I threw the door open and she jumped up in the tub, splashing water everywhere.

“Felix?” she asked tentatively, stuttering over the word. “I-Is everything okay?”

I didn’t say a damn word. I reached her in two steps and dragged her out of the tub by her hair. She kicked and screamed and tried to resist but I wouldn’t let her. I bent her over the side of the bathtub and my palm hit her ass so hard she cried out, tears welling in her eyes.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked her roughly. “You’re making yourself come in the bath but you won’t let me fucking touch you, little slut?”

My heart pounded. I was being a dick. I wasn’t supposed to treat her this way, not after everything she’d been through. But I couldn’t fucking help myself.

She cried so hard she nearly choked and it only made me angrier. I’d been so good to her. Really fucking good. But goddamn it if I didn’t want to punish her hard for this.

I should be the one making her feel better, not those pretty little fingers.

I gathered her hair in my fist and pulled, making her look at me. She was sobbing, and I didn’t want to know why.

“What kind of game are you playing, pretty girl?” I asked her.

She didn’t answer.

With a single push, I sank her head into the water in the tub. She struggled, struggled like she was fighting for her life, but I held her under the water firmly while she screamed into the tub.

I pulled her out and she screamed like fucking crazy, trying to hit me, trying to bite me. She slapped my face and I let her, because I wanted her to get it out of her system. The anger. The rage. The unfairness of it all.

“You silly little girl,” I told her softly. “Horny little girl. You don’t want me touching you? Fine, let’s see how you do without it.”

I pulled her out of the water and kissed her so roughly, so savagely, she bit my lip in response, drawing blood. I wanted to hate her, wanted to hate the whole fucking situation but I couldn’t. It was the only way. Being rough with her was the only way, and her lips begged for more in soft whispers as I claimed her mouth.

“Good girls come when I hurt them,” I said into her ear. “Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” she cried out. “Please, I will, just let me, fucking please!”

Back in the water she went. Softer than last time. So soft she could’ve surfaced any time. I didn’t want to hurt her, ever.

She struggled, but less than last time. My fingers wandered from her arms between her legs and she went fucking crazy when I touched her there. I laughed at her and pulled her out, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“You’re fucking soaked,” I told her in a growl. “Is this what you fucking wanted, baby? Is this what you needed the whole fucking time? You wanted me to rough you up like I used to?”

“Yes,” she begged. “Yes, please, I want that.”

She looked up at me with big, wide eyes. Her makeup was running all over her face and her bottom lip was trembling, her chest heaving. I’d never been more turned on. I was going to burst if I didn’t put my dick inside her right then and there.

I unzipped and pulled out my cock, and she started giggling like crazy. I twisted her arms and pulled her hair roughly while I thrust my cock inside her ass, dry. She started crying really bad, and it felt like music to my ears when she begged for more.

“Good little girl,” I told her, holding her face an inch above the water. “Come for me and it’ll stop hurting. Come for me and it’ll make you whole again, pretty girl.”

I knew she couldn’t. I knew how badly it must have hurt. But she was gasping in moments, long, heaving breaths and little sobs as I fucked her ass, her hair dipping into the water below her.

“Felix, please,” she begged.

“Please what?” I asked. I thrust a little harder just to hurt her, but it had the opposite effect. She was about to fucking come from having my cock inside her, raw and dry as fuck. “Don’t you dare fucking come.”

She moaned and laughed at the same time, a vicious little bitch.

“Stop fucking me then,” she gasped, and I pushed her into the water again. Her hips bucked against mine and her pussy dripped all over my fucking balls. I pulled her out in time to hear her scream my name.

“Stop fucking coming,” I groaned, my cock throbbing so much I felt like I’d blow my load twice. “Stop it or I’ll stop fucking you.”

“You won’t,” she giggled. Her hands went behind her back and she spread her ass wide for me. “You fucking won’t, Felix, you can’t.”

I groaned and held her still, pulled out of her ass and jacked off into the hole she was holding open for me. It made her cry and beg for more.

I watched my jizz disappear into her asshole and felt like I was about to pass the fuck out. She was trying to catch her breath, her whole body shivering, when she started to giggle.

I pulled her into my arms and held her the fuck still.

“You’re fucking crazy,” I whispered in her ear and she cuddled closer. Her ass leaked cum all over my lap. “You know that, Sapph? You’re fucking insane.”

“You like it,” she whispered against my mouth, and bit my bottom lip. “You fucking love it, Felix.”

“Why didn’t you want me to touch you?” I wanted to know. I fully expected it to be because of him. Because of King.

She smiled and kissed my mouth, then leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“Cause the doctor said you aren’t supposed to fuck my pussy Felix, and I knew you would.”

“Why not?” I stroked her wet hair and she leant against my touch, sucking my thumb into her mouth. I watched her do it, groaning when she let it out with a pop.

“It’s not good for the baby,” she smiled. “Surprise, my sweet F.”