CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

AVERY

“TELL FRITZ I WANT THE wheels up in fifteen,” I tell Darrell when I step onto my private jet with a sleeping Presleigh lying in my arms. And Kayn steps on behind me.

“Yes, sir,” he says before he turns to head to the cockpit.

I walk down the aisle to the back door and into the small bedroom. I place Bunny’s sleeping body on the cream-colored comforter. Her head falls to the side, and I cup her warm cheek.

I’ve been avoiding her. Been too busy with work and trying to decide what I can do to make it very clear to everyone else that she belongs to me. And I think I finally found my answer. I did, however, watch every move she made on the camera, hoping she would disobey me again. Needing to punish her for something. She didn’t. I had called Darrell off her and some stuff came up with work so Kayn hasn’t had the time to set her up. She’ll fuck up. And I’ll punish her when she does.

I also couldn’t see her because I wanted to fuck her. I realize how taking her was a bad idea, but it was the only choice I had, given the circumstances her brother put us all in.

I hadn’t fucked a woman in three months, and she was consuming me. Even when I knew she needed time to heal, I was still taking her. Her body needed a break. My mind needed to be clear. She’s like fog so thick that you can’t see your hand right in front of you. And that’s not good. She could very easily shift the tables on me, bringing me back to that teenage boy who was obsessed with her. I can’t afford to lose focus or my mind.

I remove my tie and undo the top two buttons on my dress shirt. I make my way onto the bed and lie down beside her. I watch her chest rise and fall in a simple white dress. My hands ache to touch her perfect tits. I still haven’t got to play with her body. Not as I had planned. I wanna kiss every inch of her. I wanna make love to her. But that isn’t what I’ve allowed myself to do. Love shows weakness, and I can’t show the slightest with Bunny.

I’m supposed to hate this woman! She destroyed me. But having her with me makes me forget that hatred. Makes me want to bury my cock inside her while she screams my name.

Don’t mistake my horniness for weakness, though. I still want to slap the shit out of her and wrap my hand around her neck while I pound into her soaked pussy too. Tie her to my bed and have tears running down her face as she begs me to let her come. But I can only do that for punishment. I’m not like those men who want her. I’m supposed to be the good guy, the one who saves her, but the more time I spend with her, the more I realize I’m the villain. I’ll never let her go. She’ll spend what life she has as a prisoner in my house. Only seeing me when I allow it.

There’s a soft knock on the door. “Come in.”

Darrell peeks his head in, his eyes pausing on her drugged and vulnerable form lying next to me longer than I like.

“What?” I snap.

He clears his throat, and his eyes find mine. “Can I get you anything, sir?”

“No,” I say, dismissing him.

He closes the door softly as I hear the engines to the jet roar to life.

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Almost fourteen hours later, we make a soft landing in Rio de Janeiro. I look over to see Bunny is still out. But she’s been moving around for the past twenty minutes, making little noises that have my cock hard.

Just as we did when we got on my jet, I take her in my arms and carry her toward our car that waits for us.

Fifteen minutes later, we pull up to my house that sits on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.

“Avery.” She sighs, turning her head and placing her face in my chest.

I groan at the way my name sounds on her lips, wishing she would say that while I’m inside her.

“We’re here, Bunny,” I tell her, entering my home.

My men scatter to their positions, and Marvin heads off to the kitchen, ready to start feeding them.

I walk her into my master room at the back of the house. I had every intention of giving her, her own room like back in Vancouver, but I want her right next to me, underneath me. I can’t wait any longer. If she hadn’t been knocked out on the plane, I would have had her numerous times already.

I kick the door shut with my foot and lay her on the dark brown comforter. Her arms go around my neck as I go to walk away from her. “Avery.” She moans, lifting her hips in the air.

“What, baby?” I ask, my voice thick.

“I need to be fucked,” she whispers.

My hand grips the white fabric of her dress and yanks it up her legs. She places her heels on the bed, and her knees fall open for me. “I need to come.”

I smile. “I decide when you come, Bunny.”

She groans in frustration. “Please, Avery. I’ve been good.”

I remove her arms from around my neck and stand to look down at her. Those big blue eyes are open and stare up at me, still heavy from sedation.

She slides her hand down her dress and between her legs. I reach out and grab it. She whimpers.

“No,” I say. “What did I tell you?”

“I haven’t touched myself.”

I’ve watched her every second of every day, hoping she would, and she disappointed me. I crawl onto the bed and place her hands above her head and hold them there. “I know.”

“Please. You have to …”

“I don’t have to do anything.” I will give her what I want, when I want. She needs to understand that.

I never watched her after she broke my heart. I never tried to find her. I didn’t want to know if she was married or had children. I had pictured her my wife. The mother of my kids. It would have been too painful to see her any other way. But I never stopped thinking about her. She consumed me even then. And I refuse to show her that now.

“I need you,” she whispers.

I release her hands and lean up on my knees, sliding a hand between us to her thighs. I push the soft fabric of her thong to the side to find her pussy soaked for my cock. For my mouth.

Using my free hand, I rip her dress down, exposing her breast to me. She’s not wearing a bra. I lower my head and take her soft pink nipple into my mouth. It hardens instantly. Her hands find their way into my hair, and she pulls on it

Sliding a finger into her pussy, I feel her hands in my hair, pulling my head up, causing my lips to release her nipple. “I need more,” she says, shaking with need.

I remove my finger from her and get off the bed. I undo the buttons of my shirt, and she licks her lips. Once it’s gone, I undo my belt and pull it from my slacks. I grab her hand and pull her off the bed. She sways on her feet. The drugs still present even though she is lucid.

I yank her dress over her head. “Turn around,” I order, and she obeys.

Grabbing her arms, I wrap the belt around her forearms, careful to stay away from her wrist. Her body shakes as I tighten it and then turn her back to face me.

Picking her up, I toss her onto the bed. She cries out, landing on her bound arms. I remove my pants quickly, along with my shoes and boxers before I shove her underwear down her shaking thighs.

She’s so wet for me her shaved pussy is glistening. I crawl on top of her, my hand going back between her legs. I slide two fingers into her, and she arches her back, moaning. “Fuck, I forgot how much I love that sound,” I say, watching her eyes close.

She licks her pretty lips and the urge to kiss them is strong, but I refrain. This isn’t about love and being intimate. This is about me controlling her body and fucking her. This is her payment to me for helping her out. She fucking ruined me! And now she’s back in my life. And I can do whatever the hell I want with her whenever I want.

My anger for her rises when I think about how many guys have had her over the years like this. How many she made fall in love with her only to leave them. My fingers pick up their pace, getting forceful, and she bucks her hips, fucking enjoying it.

“Oh, God, Avery. Please …”

I can’t stand the sound of her sweet voice. It makes me feel things for her that are not allowed. So I place my free hand over her mouth.

Her chest shakes as she whimpers into my hand. She inhales a long breath through her nose while arching her neck. My fingers continue to work between her legs as her body thrashes under me. My thumb plays with her clit, and I feel her pussy tighten. She’s so close. Her eyes open, and she looks up at me. Heavy and wanting. And for the first time since she re-entered my life, I can’t deny her anything right now.

This is bad!

But I don’t stop. I continue to fuck her soaked pussy with my fingers until she comes all over them.

I remove my hand from her face, and she sucks in a deep breath. Getting up, I make my way to the bathroom to get what I need. When I get back to the bed, I flip her onto her stomach and pull her ass up in the air, spreading her legs with my knees. I open the bottle and smear it over her ass.

I want it!

“Has anyone ever fucked your ass, Bunny?” Back when we were together, I never tried, knowing it was off-limits. Now that she’s mine, there are no limits.

“Yes,” she whispers, and my jaw tightens with jealousy. “But I didn’t like it.”

That helps. A little. “Then he didn’t do it right.”

She whimpers, shaking her ass back and forth. I push my fingers into her, but she stiffens and tries to pull away.

“Stop,” I warn with a smack to her ass. She moans, digging her face into the bed. “Just relax, Bunny.”

“It hurt last time.”

“It will this time too.” I’ll teach her to like pain. Crave it.

I slowly press my finger into her. And I moan at the tightness of her pretty little ass. My cock throbs to fuck it.

“Avery,” she whispers, pushing against me instead of pulling away.

I slowly push my cock into her pussy, getting it wet with her cum and then pull out. I position the head at the entrance and press forward, spreading her open.

She cries out, her arms pulling on the belt wrapped around them. I pull out and then push forward again, giving her a little more, and her body starts to shake. “Fuck.” I curse when I pull out and do it again.

She writhes underneath me as I repeat the motion what feels like a hundred times until my cock disappears inside her tight ass.

“Avery.” She gasps. “It hurts.”

“I know, Bunny.” I start to move. Not wanting to stop. I wasn’t lying when I told her it was gonna hurt. It gets better. I can make it better.

I grab her hips and help move her with me. Slowly, still letting her ass get used to the feel of me. The size of me.

My right hand goes around her waist, and I find her clit. I rub it, and she moans into the bed. “God …”

“Better?” I ask, pinching it between my fingers as I pull my hips back.

“Yeeesss.” She sighs heavily, and her hips start to rock against me.

I have to agree with her. And a thought hits me. Filling both her pussy and ass at the same time. A butt plug in her ass while my cock pounds her cunt. I’ll have to remember that for later.

I begin to move faster, and her breathing picks up as I fuck her ass just as I do her pussy. Like it’s mine.

She comes with my name on her lips, and I come minutes later, out of breath and exhausted.

I pull out and release her arms, before falling onto the bed beside her. She lies there on her belly, her hands now by her side, and her heavy eyes closing slowly. “Take a nap, Bunny. We’ve got an hour.”

PRESLEIGH

I’m so fucked up in the head!

That’s what I’ve been telling myself for years. But Avery takes me to another level of crazy. The man who I once loved, and now hate, drugged and flew me to who knows where and I woke up horny and wanting him to fuck me.

I should have been fighting him. He should never be allowed to touch me. But he does. And he makes me like it. Fuck him!

I should jump up right now and search the new place to find an escape. Instead, I’m lying here still half drugged, satisfied, and exhausted.

He lies beside me on his back. One hand behind his head and the other resting on his slick, chiseled chest. His eyes are closed, and he’s still breathing heavily from what he just did to me.

If I had the energy, I’d get out of bed and use this moment as an opportunity, but instead, I yawn and close my eyes. My legs are Jell-O and my mind foggy. My ass is sore and my body tired. Any attempt to escape will have to wait until later.

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I sit on the end of the bed where Avery fucked me earlier. Alone. Fresh out of the shower. It’s late; the sun must have set hours ago. I don’t know where we are or why we’re here. When I woke up from my nap, I was alone in bed. I just laid here while I allowed the drugs to work their way out of my system. Then when I felt like I could stand without getting dizzy or falling over, I got up and showered. I needed to feel refreshed. When I got out of the shower, there was a tray full of food in my new room. I ate a piece of toast and drank the glass of water. It helped clear the fog a little bit.

My dream of him letting me go home starts to fade as reality reminds me it’s not gonna happen. Why is he moving me? Does it have to do with me or him? Maybe he’s here on business but didn’t wanna leave me behind. Or maybe he brought me here to meet up with Preston. Could this be over? My heart starts to pick up pace as I think about being able to go back to my house in New York. Hell, I would go to some shitty little town no one has ever heard of if it meant he was done with me.

I need away from him. He’s clouding my mind with sex and drugs. And not the kind I prefer.

A knock sounds on the door, and I wrap the towel tightly around myself. “Come in,” I say, surprised whoever it is didn’t just barge right in.

A woman in her fifties enters the room. She has jet black hair and red colored lips. Bright green eyes and a button nose. She’s beautiful.

“Presleigh,” she says with an accent I can’t quite place.

“Yes?”

She smiles warmly, shutting the door behind her. “I’m Claire, and I am here to get you ready.”

“Ready?”

She doesn’t give me any more details than that, and I don’t ask any more questions. What’s the point? Everyone is on his payroll, and I’m just the girl who he is keeping for leverage.

An hour later, my hair is up in a big bun, the curls pinned to perfection. My makeup is done a little heavier than I like, but I won’t deny it looks beautiful. My blue eyes lined with thick black liner and cream and black shadows. She put a soft nude color on my lips with a coat of clear gloss. It’s the first time I’ve worn makeup since I’ve been with him because I haven’t had a reason to. She walks into the closet and comes back out with a black beaded dress, mermaid style. It’s backless, dipping low to the top of my ass. The front also is low cut, and I realize I’m not gonna be able to wear a bra.

“This is going to look fabulous on you.” She beams. “Avery has such great taste.” She winks at me, and I’m not sure if she’s talking about me or the dress. “He’s going to fall in love the moment he sees you.”

I wonder if she knows that he already loved me once. And that it’s impossible now. Sometimes, too much happens, and you can’t get back what was broken.

She helps me out of the towel wrapped around my chest and into the dress. She doesn’t give me any underwear. I should feel modest, but years of spreading my legs cured me of that.

She turns me to face the mirror, looking at me over my shoulder. “Stunning,” she whispers. “He won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”

I wish! I still have an ache between my legs. Even after coming twice earlier.

The door opens, and I keep my back to it. She looks up and smiles. “Mr. Decker. Perfect timing.”

He doesn’t say anything, but she pats my shoulder before she walks out, shutting the door behind her. Closing us in together.

I hear his shoes clapping on the light hardwood before I see him come up behind me in the large floor-length mirror.

His eyes are downcast, looking at my bare back and barely covered ass. He reaches out, his hand cupping my right cheek, and I try not to flinch. But fail. “You look gorgeous,” he says softly.

I don’t say anything. Instead, I look over his all black tuxedo. It does things to my heart that I want to ignore. He isn’t the same guy I fell in love with all those years ago. And I’m no longer that naïve girl who thought she could survive on love and hope. I was delusional.

He walks into the closet, and after a few seconds, he walks out with a black fur coat draped over his right forearm. His left hand grips a short chain that connects to two black leather cuffs lined with black fur.

My heart rate picks up. Taking a step back, I turn to face him.

“I have business to attend, and you will accompany me,” he says as if I ever thought I had a choice.

“What kind of business?” I ask as my mouth goes dry. “What do you do, Avery?”

His eyes drill into mine, and he ignores my second question. “The kind that requires a beautiful woman at my side.”

I swallow, sweat beginning to bead on my forehead. What could he possibly make me do getting this dressed up and yet make me wear those? “They have to be cuffed?”

“Yes,” he answers simply.

He takes the few steps, closing the distance between us. I look up at him, heart pounding and mouth dry. “And if I say no?” I can’t help but ask.

He tosses the coat onto the bed and then lifts his now free hand up, running his knuckles along my cheek. I hate when he touches me like this—soft and sweet like. “I’m not asking,” he says and leans down, placing a gentle kiss to my neck. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out at the contact. “You don’t have a choice, Bunny. Now turn around.”

I straighten my shoulders. “What are you gonna do if I refuse? Drug me again?”

His blue eyes drill into mine, and a slow smirk creeps across his face. It makes my chest tighten with worry. He looks like such a villain. The kind that bury bodies in their backyard.

“No.” His fingers gently trail over my skin, down over my neck and shoulder blade, and then to my chest. My heart pounds against them, and my breathing picks up. “You’ll go sober, Bunny. Either you turn around and willingly give me what I want, or I take it.” His voice is low and smooth. No hint of anger. And that’s what scares me. He wants me to fight. He wants me to disobey. Because that means he can punish me. And I hate to let him win. But there is only loss for me. I either do as he says or fight him and still be forced to do what he wants.

Lifting my chin and giving him a fuck-you look, I turn around, unable to continue staring at him. I place my hands behind my back without being told to do so, and seconds later, I feel his hands place the thick black straps around each wrist before clasping them in place.

Even though the inner fur is soft on my wrists, I can’t help but try to pull them apart. The chain connecting them is short, not giving much play and pulling my shoulders back.

He places his hands on my upper arms and leans down, his breath falling over my neck as he kisses it gently again. My head falls to the side, and he makes me moan. He pulls away all too soon and turns me to face the mirror.

Standing behind me, he drops his eyes to my cleavage in the mirror. Having my arms tied behind my back pushes out my already big tits.

He reaches into the pocket of his black slacks and pulls out a necklace. Reaching in front of me, he places the thin black leather choker around my neck. It has black lace over it with a small silver ring in the front.

I look at it for a few seconds before I realize what it is. “A collar.” My eyes find his in the mirror. “Why do you feel the need to claim me?” Panic starts to bubble up. What the hell does he do? And where is he taking me?

I know enough about owning sex slaves that by cuffing my arms behind my back and putting a collar around me, he’s claiming me as his property. My jaw tightens. He’s gonna show me off like a fucking trophy. But the questions is, who is he going to show me off to?

His eyes finally meet mine. “You’ve always been mine, Bunny.”