I hate playing these games with Riley.

I sit on top of the wall, my legs dangling over. I can see the ocean not far away, the waves rolling over the rocks. The sun is just beginning to rise and I know that I have to go see Riley again. I left her alone all day without food, which I despise doing, but I need results.

Anton found me again yesterday afternoon and was asking questions. He seems unimpressed so far, and I can’t let him get suspicious. I need to show them something from her soon, or else I’m afraid they’re going to throw me out of here.

I don’t have enough intelligence on them, not yet at least. I have a rough soldier count, but I don’t know how many girls are locked up. And the soldiers keep changing every other day, presumably because most of them are locals. That means that although there are a certain number of guys here, there are more they can call on out in the villages. I need to know exactly how many guys they have and how many they can call in for reinforcements before I call in a strike on this place.

It’s a dangerous game, snooping around. So far nobody has noticed me, since I’m new here. It makes sense that I’d be curious about the place. But soon it’ll be strange that I’m still looking around and asking questions. Anton isn’t as stupid as he seems, and I know he’ll see through me if I’m not careful.

Fucking hell. I need Riley to give me something. I clutch the stone wall and grunt. I don’t want to hurt her. I hate that I left her for two days without food. But I need her to understand that it’s better to submit than it is to fight.

I wish I could tell her that I’m here to save her, that her father sent me, but I can’t reveal that yet. It’ll only complicate things. I can’t risk it. She might be a bad actor, and that’ll screw things up. Anton might see through her.

No, it has to be real. I can’t fake it with her.

I climb down off the wall and head toward Riley’s cell. I stop off in the kitchen to get her some food then I go straight to her. The blankets, books, pillows, and other comforts are still on the floor outside her cell, which is good. I unlock her door and step inside.

Riley looks at me as I enter. I’m a little surprised she’s awake. She’s sitting in her usual spot, back to the cold wall.

“Good morning, pet,” I say, smiling at her. I hand her the tray, which she takes eagerly. She doesn’t bother responding to me, just starts eating.

I watch her eat for a second. From all my research on her, I know that she’s pretty innocent. She’s had maybe two boyfriends in her whole life, and her father has kept her very sheltered. There are some strange red flags there, some possible signs of abuse, but that doesn’t matter. Not yet, at least. I don’t know how far it went, but for now, I need to do what I have to do to keep her safe.

That means I have to break her. If I don’t, one of Anton’s men will, and that’ll be much worse.

“Are you ready today?” I ask her.

She glances up at me. “For what?”

I smirk at her. “You know.” I step out and grab the blankets I took from her then step back into the room. “Do you want these?”

She looks at them hungrily and nods her head. She looks so fucking gorgeous and the thought of her getting naked makes my fucking cock hard. It’s wrong and fucked but I can’t help myself. I want to take her so fucking badly.

“You can have it all, Riley,” I say. “Now stand up.”

She watches me for a second then slowly, she listens. I feel a thrill run through me as she stands in front of me, placing the breakfast tray down on the ground. She watches me, arms crossed over her chest.

“Now,” I say softly, stepping toward her. I reach out and take her hair in my fist then pull her toward me. She gasps as my lips graze her ear. “Strip for me, pet.”

I release her and she looks away. For a second, I think she’s going to resist.

Instead, she quickly pulls off the sweatshirt she’s wearing and tosses it onto the floor. I stare at her breasts covered by a simple black bra. She’s fucking sexier than I could have guessed underneath. Her breasts are full and I watch them heave as she breathes deep. She bends forward and pulls down the sweats.

She stands in front of me, looking embarrassed and flushed, wearing only her bra and panties. I smile at her and step close to her again.

“Was that so hard?” I ask her.

“No,” she says.

I run my fingers down her chest and along her cleavage. Her skin is smooth and perfect and I want to tear that bra from her body.

“Take it all off,” I say.

She stares at me, her mouth hanging open. I can tell she’s excited. Her breath comes fast and ragged.

“All of it?” she asks in a small voice.

“Bra and panties,” I say. “Or are you afraid that I’ll see your dripping wet pussy and know how much you like this?”

She lets out a soft moan and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to spin her, bend her over, and fuck her tight cunt until she screams my name.

“Go ahead, Riley,” I say softly. “Strip.”

She reaches back and unhooks her bra. She lets it slide off, revealing her full, perfect breasts. Her pink nipples are hard, just like I knew they would be. Next, she slides her panties off and steps out of them. She stands before me, completely naked, arms covering her breasts.

I stare at her body, not trying to hide. “Turn for me,” I say.

She obeys, letting me see her nice, round ass. It’s a perfect little bubble and I know it would look gorgeous with a red handprint right on her cheek.

When she finishes her turn, she stands there, flushed and breathing fast.

“You like this,” I say simply. “You like that I want your body. Are you soaking wet right now?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “No,” she says.

I grin then bend over and pick up her panties. They’re soaked through, just like I knew they would be. I press them against my mouth and taste them. “Liar,” I say.

She looks away, bright red. I smile then pick up the rest of her clothes. I turn and throw them out of the cell.

She turns to me, outrage on her face. “You said I could have blankets,” she says, protesting.

“I never said anything about clothes.” I smirk at her.

“You asshole.”

I laugh, a big grin breaking across my face. “Don’t be angry, pet. You did good today.” I step out of the room and return with a clean set of clothes for her. I hand them to her and she sighs, quickly getting dressed.

While she dresses, I bring in her comforts. A pillow, several blankets, some books, and some magazines.

“You earned all of this,” I say to her.

She sits back on the cot and wraps a blanket around her, not looking at me.

“I’ll be back later with something to eat. We’ll continue then.”

“What’s going to happen next?” she blurts out.

I pause at the doorway and look at her perfect, gorgeous face.

“Next, you learn what real pleasure is.”

I turn and leave the room before she can register a response. I shut the door and lock it.

I’m fucking hard as I gather her dirty clothes and take them to the laundry. I loved the outraged look on her face when I tasted her wet panties, but even more than that, I loved that they were wet to begin with. It’s just proof that she wants me more than she’s letting herself admit.

I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to break her. But soon I’ll have her begging for more, down on her knees, sucking my cock, swallowing every drop of my hot cum. She’ll do all of that and more, because I really am going to show her what real pleasure is.