Giana
The sun streaming through the window warms me as I open my eyes to a new day. A smile curls my lips. My heart is light, free. I feel love cocoon me like never before. Last night when Elijah confessed he loved me, I didn’t respond immediately. I couldn’t. Not because I don’t, but because I was choked up with emotion so profound, words didn’t come to me.
Rolling over in bed, I reach for Eli, but he’s already left and I find the sheets cold. For the first time in a long while, I know he’ll be back and I don’t for once doubt it. My hand finds a folded card on his pillow, and when I open it, my eyes devour the words eagerly.
Gia,
Last night was profound. It wasn’t something I take lightly. Uttering those words, confessing my love for you is no easy feat. I’ve not loved in a long time. I didn’t think I would again. I didn’t know if my heart would ever beat again, but you my sweet have brought it back to life.
Each moment with you is different. It’s new. Refreshing. Something I need and want. We will heal each other. There is no easy path to find happiness, but I’m willing to walk it with you. I want us to entwine our lives together.
I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to inch into your body with every thrust of my hips against yours. I want to take you into the darkness alongside me. Gia, I ache for you to stand on the very precipice of forever, of love, and find me beside you, holding your hand.
Nothing else that’s happened between us matters. The past is just that. This morning, I’ve gone to do something I’ve needed to do for a long time. I’m finally letting go of the history I shared with someone else, in the hope that I can look to the future with you. Look to what we have now, and build that into something both of us need and want.
The only thing I need is to feel you ride me through one violent orgasm after the next. The orgasms I give you. No other man. I will no longer share you. I can’t. You’re now in my heart, you’re embedded in my mind, and deep down, you know that my soul is yours. You’re mine.
I want to feel your beautiful body crashing into mine like waves on the shore. I want to take full possession of you, to collar, leash, and claim you. Taking total ownership of your mind, body, and cunt. I want to lap at you for hours and feel your nectar drip, trickle, gush onto my tongue, my lips, my face.
I want the sweet poison of your release in my veins as I am in yours.
Now that you’re thinking of all the ways I’ll take you, I know you’re wet. Drenched for me. Stay that way. Do not touch yourself. Not even once. You’ll be mine tonight.
Eli
I smile, thinking about how my life has turned out. Spending years in hospitals, therapy sessions, and here I am. With a man who loves me. We may not have had the easiest start, but deep down I feel as if our forever will be happy. I never planned a future. Even when I was little, I didn’t think I’d ever have a family of my own, a white picket fence and a husband. Even if Eli and I never get married, if we just stay Dom and sub, I’ll know he loves me. He’s given me his heart as I’ve given him mine.
Children flit into my mind then. I close my eyes and envision two little boys. Spitting images of Elijah. I’d like that and I find myself holding my stomach, rubbing small circles over it. I’ve been on the pill for as long as I can remember, and perhaps, now that we’re in a good place, I can talk to him about trying. The thought stutters my heart and I can’t help a lone tear of happiness trickling from my eye.
Pushing off the bed, I head to the kitchen with my mind on a family, two children and a man who will grow old with me. I set my phone down and pad over to the coffee machine.
Once it’s heating up, I grab eggs from the fridge, and pop bread into the toaster. Since Eli isn’t at work, and Oliver has Mira, I can take my time getting ready this morning. There aren’t any meetings, and if calls come through, I know Mira can handle it.
The bread pops from the toaster and I prepare breakfast with a smile on my face. My phone buzzing from the countertop startles me, thinking it’s Eli, I swipe the screen, not looking before greeting the caller.
“Hello, handsome.” I smile into the phone hoping to hear his thick, husky rumble.
“I’m never far away, little one.” The voice that greets me instead is like ice over the warmth that Eli left in my heart. “Did you think running away and giving your slutty little body to someone else is acceptable? It’s not love, it’s lust.”
“I walked out. This is over. I’m no longer yours, William.” My voice trembles with fear at the memories of what he did to me. The images in my mind are violent, turbulent, but I force them away.
“You can never leave me, whore. I paid for you. Do you remember that? Does he even know what you are? A paid fucking whore. Watch out, I’ll come for what’s mine. You.”
The line dies leaving me in a cloud of terror. Eli can’t find out about what happened to me with this monster because he’ll want to hurt William, and I’m afraid that Elijah will be the one hurt. I don’t want him to know what horrors I faced. How broken I was when he left because guilt will weigh heavily on him. I ran, I fled, and even with Carrick’s help, I haven’t truly gotten away. Instead of escaping the monster, I’ve just been playing his game.
Rage simmers in my blood. My fight or flight instinct tells me to run, to leave Elijah and allow him to find someone better. Deep down I know I won’t. Wrath, anger, revenge spur me on and I hit dial on Carrick’s number.
“Gia,” he says, his English accent thick and heavy with sleep and I realize it’s early in the morning. “What’s wrong?” I hear him shuffling and I wonder if I’d disturbed him with one of his submissives.
“I… Carrick, I need your help. It’s life or death,” I utter the words ominously.
“Tell me where you are. I’ll come to you,” he responds. His voice sounds alarmed by my call, and I know he’s the only one who can help me out of this. There are secrets that Carrick holds about his past and about what he’s capable of that makes me sure he’ll be the only one who can take William down without being killed. The man who’s coming for me is dangerous, not only to me, but to anyone who stands in his way.
“I’m at Eli’s house. Can I come to you instead?” I question, worrying my lip at the thought of having him here and Elijah walking in to me confessing my darkest secret. I’m already up the stairs and shoving off my panties and tank top while trying to listen to Carrick on the other end of the line.
“Yes, I’ll have the car pick you up in twenty minutes.”
“Thank you,” I sigh, relieved.
Once I hang up, I take five long deep breaths. Anxiety is tight in my stomach, coiling like a serpent ready to strike. I need to keep calm. I need to be in control if I’m going to survive this. Grabbing a change of clothes, I pad into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Before the water has warmed up I’m under the spray, holding back tears at the thoughts of what’s going to happen. If he does come for me, I don’t think I’ll survive the aftermath.
“Please,” I beg, whispering to no one in particular. “Please, let this work out.” Moments later I turn off the taps and step out of the shower with my stomach rolling with fear and my heart thudding in my chest. The flurry of butterflies that Eli left have disappeared and in their place an eclipse of moths is now swarming within me.
Once I’m dressed, I pull my hair into a messy bun and race back to the living room where my keys and purse are lying on the counter top. It’s going to be okay. You’re in control. You’re safe. The chant in my head repeats like a chorus. I head out to the front door. Pulling it open, I find a small black box waiting for me on the welcome mat. With shaky fingers, I lift it and snap the lid back. A small white gold diamond necklace sits nestled in the black velvet.
It’s beautiful.
Intricate, delicate, and breakable.
I lift it gently only to notice the small pendant that hangs from the chain. A silver disc with one single red diamond, the color of blood. The word whore is engraved below the stone. William is playing his mind games with me. He knows why that word hurts me so much. He knows too much. He knows me better than I know myself. The man who was meant to care for me, who was hired to help me, scarred me more than any bruises he left on my skin.
The room is dark. My fear turns my stomach tight. Suddenly, the fire blazes. Flames lick the wall rising up to the chimney. He promised he’d be gentle tonight. But I know better. I know the man I’ve been forced to kneel for is a monster.
He wreaks havoc with my mind, my heart, and he breaks my body like I’m glass. Nothing more than a worthless ragdoll. He crouches before me, I feel his eyes burn into me. I don’t look. I force myself to never meet his eyes when he’s in this mood. And then he speaks.
“Riley, do you know you’re nothing to me?” He chuckles harshly. “Nothing, but a worthless whore.” He grips my hair, tugging it back, making sure that I’m looking into his sapphire eyes. I’m slumped on my knees, naked, shivering, but it’s not because of the cold. It’s the terror he elicits in me.
It’s how he gets off. Hurting women. He calls himself a Dominant. A sadist. But he’s none of those things. What he is, is an abuser.
“Look at the mascara tears, they paint pretty pictures on your face. Lines of sadness because you know how filthy you really are. Not even your parents wanted you. That’s why they sold you to me.” Once again, he reminds me of why I’m really here. How the people who are meant to love and care for me, sold me.
His palm strikes my face with a sting so hard it brings tears to my eyes. He rises, shoving his zipper down and pulling out his cock. It’s hard already.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he sneers. He’s not always been like this. It started when I tried to run the first time. My lips part, he doesn’t wait but instead, forces his thick erection down my throat. Once. Twice. Three times and I feel my throat constrict. I gag, retch, and then it comes. I puke on the floor and he laughs. “If you do that again, I’ll make you lick my fucking asshole, dirty bitch,” he grunts as he forces his cock inside my mouth again. The bitter acidic taste still on my tongue as he face fucks me violently.
The sounds echo around me. Around us. The gurgling sound of my choking, his animalistic grunts are like a sadistic song that haunts me.
“All you are,” he says in between thrusts. “is a collection of holes. A mouth,” thrust “a cunt,” thrust “and ass,” each drive of his dick goes deeper. “Mine to take as a possession.”
My hands come up, trying to push him away, but I know it’s no use. There’s no point in fighting. He loves it. It turns him on.
“You no longer have a choice,” he tells me as he spits in my face. He wretches his cock from my mouth and lifts me onto the table. Bent over, he kicks my legs apart. “I don’t want to see your filthy face. I’m going to give it to you like the greedy slut you are.” He slams into my ass, forcing his cock so fast causing me to screech in pain. I’m clawing at the table, but I’m helpless.
His body pistons into me. Harder and faster. Pain so acute races through me and I feel the trickle of liquid from my torn ring of muscle down my thighs. Tears are no longer an outlet for me. They burn as they race down my cheeks.
My body slams against the wood. His hips pound against my ass, skin slapping, his hand grips my hair, wrenching my head back. “Don’t you come, little bitch. Don’t you even dare,” he grunts like a rabid dog. “Because, you are my worthless whore. And you’ll know that I now own you. All of you. You’re my everything. My world.”
My whimpers are filled with pain. I want to plead for him to let me go, but I don’t. His body jerks, his cock thickens, and he fills me with his hot seed. It burns and stings. Quickly, he pulls out of me and shoves me to my knees.
“Clean it,” he commands, thrusting his filthy cock into my mouth making me retch once more. My eyes shut tight as I concentrate on not throwing up. The metallic taste of blood mixed with his release turns my stomach. “Good whore.” His hand taps my head as he leaves me on the floor until the next time he needs to violate me.
I shove the box into my bag and head for the steps which take me down to the long driveway. Racing down the cobblestones, I hit the button to open the ornate gates and as they slide open, I see the car with blacked out windows waits for me at the sidewalk and the driver is waiting to escort me to Carrick. Only he can help me.
“Hello,” I say, smiling at the man in uniform.
“Ms. Gia,” he says, opening the back door for me. I slip into the bench seat and take a deep calming breath. It’s going to be okay. It will be. It has to be. I pull out my phone and find a message from Rick.
*Driver is on his way. Stuck in traffic. Stay indoors.*
When I snap my gaze to the driver, a black partition slides up.
“Hey! Hey!” I slam against the glass, but it’s too strong. I try kicking at it, but it’s no use. When I try the doors, they’re locked. Of course, they fucking are. Terror grips me, stealing the breath from my lungs. Quickly, I swipe my screen and hit dial on Carrick’s number.
“Baby girl,” he answers. His voice coming through hesitant and wary. He should be because I think I’m in a world of shit.
“I’m in the car. A car. He’s found me.” My words are ominous.
“Fuck, where are you heading? Can you see what’s around you? Better yet, turn on your phone’s GPS. I’ll have my men track you. Stay calm. Do not engage him.” He’s telling me things I should know. Important things, but they filter from my mind when a scent fills the car. My eyes feel heavy. Too sleepy. When I try breathing, I realize the driver must have emitted something in the back of the car.
“Rick, find me…” It’s the last few words I utter before sleep steals me.