“That wasn’t my fault. Again, he came after me. I was defending myself. Blame Jayme if you want to blame someone. He is the one who gave Lucian the gun. Now, let’s go. I can’t be late for my meeting. And if you bite, I swear I will tie you down and pull out your teeth one by one. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir.” I am defeated. I have nothing left to live for. I feel like an empty shell.
"Good girl."
That phrase used to bring me so much joy. When Lucian said it to me, my entire body flushed with pleasure. I can still feel him. His fingers entwined in my hair. His lips are on my skin. What am I going to do without him? He has been my best friend, my everything, for the last 15 years.
"Hey." The back of my head is slapped. Yea, that knot still hurts like a bitch, and I’m pretty sure they said I had a hairline fracture on my skull. Maybe if he keeps hitting me there, I will eventually get a brain bleed, and it will end me. He did say he wanted to break me. "Cassandra, I won’t ask again. Get the fuck up and let’s go!"
He wraps his hand around my neck as he attaches the leash. This is so humiliating. I’ve never been interested in being a pet or a slave. That is just not the lifestyle for me. I prefer just being submissive. And even then, that role was usually only in the confines of Vixens or here at his home.
He drags me to his office—where I used to love being. I still remember sitting on the couch during one of his meetings, waiting for him to be done. I was bored, so I started playing with myself to distract him. After he finished his meeting, he swiped everything off his desk and then fucked me on it. It was great. Now, all those fond memories I have of us are destroyed. How did I never notice his true self? God, he was a mastermind at hiding the evil, vile pig that he truly is.
He shoves me under the desk roughly. My knees are bruising from the hardwood floor.
"You will not make a sound. If you do, you will be punished.”
I sit quietly under the desk, awaiting his next demand. He sits down, legs splayed open in front of me.
"Be a good girl and take out my cock." Ugh, the thought makes me want to throw up. I have to play this part now. This is what my life is going to be like until I escape or die.
I run my fingers up his thighs, feeling his muscles tense beneath my hands. I slowly undo his belt, pull down his zipper and take out his cock. It’s already hard. He must have been enjoying my misery. Sick fuck. He moans in approval when I start licking from his balls to the tip, pressing my tongue against the head of his cock, lapping up the precum. I hear the noises of him connecting to the Zoom meeting.
"Hello, gentlemen. Have you had a chance to read over the proposal?" I try to drown out his voice and the other men on screen. Focusing on not making a single gag noise as my mouth bobs up and down on his shaft. He reaches under the desk and grips the back of my head, shoving me farther onto his dick, blocking off my airway. When he loosens his hold, I’m left gasping for air. I hear a tap noise.
"You're doing such a good job, little one. My perfect girl." He tightens his grip again, shoving all the way into the back of my throat. He takes his other hand and pinches my nose, fully cutting off any semblance of Oxygen. He won’t let go. My vision is starting to have dark spots. My lungs are burning. My body goes into fight or flight, and I start clawing at his wrists. Just as I am about to pass out, he lets my nose go. His dick is still buried to the hilt in my throat, but at least I can breathe through my nose. My head is dizzy as he continues to use the back of my head to control my mouth on his shaft. His grip on my head makesit feel like my hair is being torn from the roots. "Thank you, gentlemen; we will be in touch."
Fuck, he is done with his meeting, and he still didn’t cum. He grabs my hand, removes his cock from my mouth, and pulls me up from under the desk. My sprained fingers causing me to yelp in pain. He cups my jaw and runs his thumb along my bottom lip.
“I’ve always loved your mouth. So warm and inviting. Your throat wraps beautifully around my cock, but now I’d much rather be buried in that warm pussy."
My eyes shoot up to his. God, please, no. Anything but that. I don’t want him inside me anymore. I look at all the objects on the desk I can use to defend myself. "Ah, ah little one. Don’t be looking for something to fight with. You know it won’t end well."
He pulls me onto his lap, having me straddle his wide form. I’m only wearing panties and Lucian’s long shirt that I changed into at the hospital. None of my clothes were in the room. He did, however, fill a closet full of flashy and expensive outfits that are all my size. A lot of women would appreciate the gesture, but not me. It makes me feel like more loss of power and control. My brain snaps back to focus as I feel his lips on my neck and fingers tracing my slit through my panties. I need to lock my mind away before I panic again. My body responding to the touch despite my raging hatred toward Theo.
"Mmmm, always so wet for me, aren’t you baby." He growls in my ear. He slides my panties to the side and starts circling my clit with his thumb. My body instinctively wanting me to thrust into the familiar touch I have known so many times before. I try to make my mind blank as my body becomes heated. Moisture is dripping down onto his lap.
"Such a good girl. Soaking my hand. Now I want you to soak my cock with your cum." He rips my panties off, quickly lifts me, and slams me down onto his cock. The sharp inhalation Itake makes me choke. I feel too full from the angle. I don’t want to enjoy this. It’s so fucked. But my body is betraying me. I can already feel the start of an orgasm building—my body tenses against him.
He lifts me by my thighs as he thrusts his hips up, slamming me down to meet his thrusts. The noise of my wet pussy and our skin slapping fills the room. I’m so close, and he knows it. He nuzzles his face into my neck, nipping and licking my collarbone. He reaches between us and starts rubbing my clit again.
"That’s it, baby. Come apart on my cock. I want to feel you dripping down onto my lap." He pinches my clit, and his dirty words send me over the edge. He bites down on my shoulder as he cums deep inside me. His teeth draw blood. I cry, not from pleasure, but from shame. Shame and hatred of my own body. Hatred toward him for making me cum.
As he relaxes against me, my entire body goes numb. My mind is blank. Void of any emotion. He broke me. I have no more will to live, fight, or care. He will continue to use me until there is nothing left. Until I am dead. At least then I can be with Lucian.
57. Lucian
We spent all morning trying to come up with a plan. Jayme convinced the doctor to give me an abundance of pain meds so we could leave the hospital. Apparently, Mr. Snider has an on-call doctor, so if my stitches bust open, we can go to him. When we pulled up to my apartment, the doorman was unhappy to see me.
"There is a rather large package outside your door. A man brought it up an hour ago. Did you order smelly cheese or something because it is causing the whole floor to stink?" He says. Jayme and I exchange a look. I hope to God it isn’t what I think it is. But as we step off the elevator, we are hit with the pungent smell of rot.
"I’m calling Snider and Odette. We need a cleanup crew. Now. Do you know who might be inside it? He said he would send the other girl he was playing with. Open the door." I do as he says and open the door wide. He has to push the box in on his own. I can’t risk popping a stitch already.
"Oh fuck." Dread hits the bottom of my stomach. "It’s probably Allie."
"Who the hell is Allie?"
"She was his other sub. She and Cassie were in a poly relationship with him. I know it’s bad, but I hope it’s her and not Cassie in that box." It’s horrible to say, but it’s true. If it is Cassie, I’m going to die.
