Ella

I swallow away the lump in my throat as I feel the soft padding underneath my belly and the coarse wood pinching my legs. What is he planning to do with me?

“You’ve been bad, Ella,” he says, whipping his fingers at me. “I’m guessing you found it difficult to let him in, so I made it a little easier for you.”

Panic washes over me as I realize the use for this type of thing.

Especially when his hand slides across my body and down my dress, pulling it up toward my back to expose everything.

I want to scream, but when my lips part, the sound is nothing but a vapid sigh.

He chuckles. “Patience, Ella. He’ll come soon. Literally and figuratively.”

He chuckles again at his own horrible joke. “But first, we need to prepare you. I’ve placed a nifty device under your pussy that will make sure you’re ready for him when he comes.”

I shake my head, cringing. I don’t want him to do this. Not him. Anyone but him.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to watch, if that’s what you’re worried about. I don’t care about sex or girls, for that matter.” He smiles and pushes aside a strand of my hair with his filthy hands, making me want to bite, but his finger is already too far from my mouth. “You’re so pretty … Is that what he tells you?”

I spit on his face.

I don’t know where I found the courage, and I immediately regret it because he slaps me and then cups my chin harshly. “You will obey, whether you like it or not. Your body will submit and do as its told.”

He pushes my head away and walks off, and I grind my teeth, not wanting to cry out.

“I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen to me. No more nice guy,” he says as I keep trying to loosen the chains keeping me down.

However, something begins to buzz between my legs, right on that padded part of the sawhorse. And it’s vibrating through my body, awakening a part of me I didn’t want Graham to see.

“Be ready,” he says, and then he leaves and slams the black door shut.

The vibrations continue their unrelenting assault on my body, making it impossible for me to concentrate on anything other than the thumping between my legs.

In front of me, a black television screen turns on and shows a man and a woman fucking like rabbits. He rams his cock into her like he’s trying to come in all her holes. Mouth, pussy, ass, one after the other, and then all at the same time with two other men. It’s like one giant orgy with toys and cum everywhere. I don’t want to see this, but I can’t look away because I can’t turn my head. I’m completely powerless.

I hate this. I hate it so much, but I can’t fight my body’s response to the vibrations and the images in front of me. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my pussy feeling as if it’s about to explode with need. I don’t know how much time has passed since he tied me up and turned the vibrator on, but I can’t fight the desire anymore. I don’t have the will to ignore it any longer. I feel the incredible need to come.

So I do.

I let myself go to the sensations and let the orgasm ripple over me, a desperate moan escaping my mouth.

Not soon after, I hear a clicking noise, and I know the door behind me has opened.

It’s like Graham knows exactly when to open the doors … which means he’s really been watching us all this time, keeping an eye on us.

Which makes me wonder … what else has he seen or heard?

I can’t think about it right now, though, because Cage has entered the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

I can’t turn my head, no matter how desperately I try—to the point of straining my neck. The vibrations are still going strong, making me want to scream, but I can’t. It feels so wrong, especially with him watching like that.

He’s circling me, contemplating it, wondering what this is and why I’m here. I can’t bear him seeing me like this, so … indecent, yet for some reason, my body can’t stop yearning for that same moment I had with him last time.

That connection of pure lust, where our bodies almost seemed to melt into one.

I want that more than anything right now, and it scares the hell out of me.

The moment I feel his hand sliding my dress farther up my ass, the buzzing causes another orgasm, and I quiver from the waves flowing through me. I know he can see me unfurling, but I don’t care anymore.

I just want this to be over.

* * *

Cage

Strapped to a wooden device, she seems to be convulsing over and over again; her body has reached its limit. Sweat drips down her back as she pants against the soft fabric covering the wood, her eyes closed, her mouth opened wide. I grab her face and make her look at me.

“This?” I smack her ass with a flat hand, and her eyes pop then roll to the back of her head.

She sucks in a breath and moans when my finger slides down into her crevice, feeling the wetness pooling between her legs. She’s dripping, her pussy wide open for me to use. When I stick my finger inside her, she bites her lip, so I tip her chin up and say, “Yes?”

She nods softly. “Yes …”

I know she’s still mad at me for picking her instead of the other girls. I’m the one who caused her to be here, but is that really such a bad thing? Being trapped with me?

I know she wants me—I can see it in her eyes—but she’s conflicted, just as I am. The need feels sinful. Wrong. But undeniable.

She wants to fight this because my father wants this badly, and she refuses to make him happy. I understand. He’s her captor. But there’s more to this than just his wishes. There are my desires too … and my desire for her is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Especially when I look at her like this, bound to a post in a perfectly fuckable manner. I’m guessing Father wanted her ready for me. The vibrating machine below her body made sure of that.

The images of people fucking are plastered all over the wall, but I pay no attention to them. I’m only interested in one thing … her pussy wrapped around my cock.

I take off my shorts and grab my shaft, rubbing it until it’s hard. With my free hand, I grasp her chin and kiss her hard on the lips, making her taste my greed and giving her what she needs so badly … peace.

Her body immediately relaxes as I claim her mouth, inside and out. Only when she’s out of air do I stop. I smile briefly, and she seems less worried as I walk to the back of the device and perch myself behind her.

“Wait …” she suddenly mutters.

I stop right as my tip touches her entrance.

“Please … I don’t want to … get pregnant,” she mumbles, blushing.

Pregnant? But I want my seed inside her womb.

I frown. “Baby,” I growl, and I rub myself against her pussy again.

“Cage!”

The way she says my name makes me stop immediately. She sounds mad.

“What then?” I ask, raising a brow.

“Not … there …” she whispers, visibly constrained by her own request.

I frown, not understanding her, but then she says, “Look down.” So I gaze at her ass and every delicious part of her until I finally realize what she means.

She has more than one hole in her body. And all of them belong to me.

I can take them right now. She’s even asking me for it.

Begging me to.

But I am apprehensive. I want her to carry my seed … I don’t want to throw that all away.

However, the pleading look in her eyes as she strains herself to the max just to be able to look at me has me convinced this is the right move.

Besides, I’ve learned from all those tapes he showed me how to give a woman pleasure. There’s more than one way … more than just one hole.

So I step away and walk to the closet to grab some lube I know is stashed away there. Once I have it, I spray it on my length and drizzle some on her ass, letting it slide down. I push my cock along her slit, spreading it everywhere and making myself even harder.

We both know we need this. I need to claim her, and she needs to feel me inside her to make her whole again. So I push just the tip into her asshole until she squirms.

I place a hand on her back to hold her down and brace her for what’s to come. I know I’m huge, and I know this is going to hurt, but she’ll have to push through the pain to find the bliss.

Every inch causes a loud moan to escape from her mouth, but I don’t give up. Not even when she’s panting do I stop. And boy … does it feel good to bury myself deep inside her ass. She’s so tight. I wonder if it’ll be just as good when I finally take her pussy.

I bite my lip and sink into her completely, causing her to moan again. When I pull out, she’s much wider, and I thrust back in again to keep it that way. Her ass is getting used to my length pretty quickly, the lube still letting me feel the friction of her skin against mine.

Grasping her waist, I speed up the pace, pounding into her with my balls slapping against her.

I love how she feels around my cock, how she’s totally given in to my needs, how she’s still clenching her legs as if she’s afraid to let go. But a quick finger has her pussy exploding again.

A smirk spreads on my lips as I watch her fall apart, and I use the opportunity to smack her ass to jolt her up again. Her head tilts back, and I reach for her hair, fisting it tightly, slamming into her even harder.

When I come, I roar out loud; my cum jets into her ass, filling her to the brim. I keep thrusting until every single drop has left my body and I feel sated. When my cock is flaccid again, I pull out and let it stream out of her. Claiming my woman is the prettiest sight there is.

With a content smile, I walk to her front again and grab her face, making her look at me. However, she can barely keep her eyes open and her head lifted. When I grab her hand and squeeze, she can’t even squeeze back. She looks and feels too weak. Too drained to even keep breathing if she stays like this.

So I immediately search for the release button on this damn thing, but all I can find is a button near the vibrator, which turns it off. She lets out a gasp, but her body is still tied to the wood, so I keep searching, desperately trying to free her.

When all else fails, I grasp for the rope that’s also in the closet and wrap it around the metal. I tug so hard, my muscles feel like they’re about to give way, but I manage to wedge the metal loose enough to free her hands. I do the same to her feet, not giving a shit that it feels like I’m burning inside.

When she’s completely freed, she almost tumbles down the device, but I catch her in my arms and hold her tight to my body. She looks exhausted as she squints at me. I smile and press a kiss to her forehead.

“Mine.”

* * *

Ella

Mine.

The word means so little in the real world, but in here—in this glass prison where there’s only two of us and nothing else really matters—mine means everything.

And when he speaks that word to me, my body lights up like fire burning through my veins. I can’t describe it, and I’m not even sure I want to understand why I feel the way I feel. I just do.

When he looks at me with those warm, caring eyes, I think he just wants to hold me tight until I fall asleep. He’ll take care of me, protect me … die for me.

I’m not even sure I could ask him if push came to shove.

He presses another kiss to the tip of my nose, and sparks of lightning shoot through my body. I smile but not because I’m happy. I smile because I’m proud.

Proud of myself for conquering my fears and doing what needed to be done for the sake of our survival. Even though I was tied up, I feel like I protected myself from a worse fate. I gave him my body, but I didn’t give him my free will. Cage couldn’t take me without my permission, not even if he tried. I had to say it out loud for him to agree, and even then, he still listened to my request.

He’s not an animal. Not anymore.

I tamed him.

I sigh as I rest my head against his firm chest while he waits for the black door to unlock. The screen goes black first, and then I hear the familiar click.

Cage brings me back into my room and places me down on the bed. For a moment, I almost wish he’d lie down with me and cuddle with me until I fell asleep.

I’m so tired.

I never knew how exhausted coming again and again would make me. How him fucking me in the ass would seem like a relief in the face of hours on that sawhorse. I needed him to fuck me to free me from my bonds.

It was the only way.

But God … did it feel wrong, and it hurt so badly at first. It was hard and painful, but I told myself to push through it and just accept it. When he was finally completely inside me, ramming in and out, it eased up, and pleasure replaced the pain. It felt so full but so good. I’d already felt so much of it that I needed him to fill me. I wanted to feel sated and wanted it to be done.

And now that it finally is, I’m glad I still gave Graham exactly what he wanted without sacrificing my freedom. Because if I ever get pregnant in here … that’s the end of it.

No one, and I mean no one, would want to get pregnant in a place like this.

That’s cruel beyond words.

So I opted not to even make it a possibility. I begged him to take my ass so he wouldn’t take my pussy instead. I knew there was no other way, but still … the moment he ripped through me, I felt invigorated. Alive. As if I could finally let go, and it would be okay.

Cage pulls my blanket up and tucks me in then sits down on the bed and picks me up again. He pulls me into his embrace and cradles me as he leans back against the glass. I’m so sleepy; I don’t even bother to ask him why. It feels nice to have his warmth envelop me, to make me feel as if I’m not alone on this night.

He plants a kiss on my forehead and whispers, “Mine.”

Goose bumps scatter on my skin as I nuzzle his chest and feel the energy leaving my body.

“Rest now,” he whispers, holding me close to his body.

And I do. For the first time in a long time, I fall asleep without the fear that’s chaining my mind to this cell and dream of the green grass and bright sun again.