A Beautiful Prison, page 13
“Why are you doing this?” She took the bag, but there was so much pain in her voice it broke his heart.
“I’m not doing this to hurt you, Princess.” She shook her head and looked out the window.
“Yes, you are. You thrive on the pain of others.”
He didn’t respond for a minute because it was true to an extent.
“I just want you to know that you have a choice. That I am giving you a choice.”
When she looked at him there was anger in her face. “If that was what this was about why make this big production? Why ignore me, make me feel unwanted, like I did something wrong?”
“Because I needed to think and needed you to realize that you do have a choice in how your life plays out. I don’t want to let you go, don’t want to know that you might leave me because you never had the option to go back to your life. That was the fear I was holding on to.”
She stared at him, not saying anything, but he saw in her face she understood what he was saying.
They rode in silence the rest of the way, but he didn’t press her for conversation or her thoughts. He had said what he needed to, and it was up to her to make her choice. When the limo pulled to a stop in front of her mother’s shitty trailer, Ruby opened the door and began to climb out. It was very late, but lights shined through windows that looked like newspaper stood in for curtains. The neighborhood was rundown, falling apart, and debilitated.
Gavin reached out right before Ruby excited and grabbed her wrist. She stopped and looked over at him.
“I am not discarding you.” He had to make her see that, and he’d say it over and over again. They held each other’s gaze. “I just want you to know that you have a choice. You are not my captive, no matter how much I liked the idea. Maybe I shouldn’t have treated you as anything but the treasure you are to me, but I did what I had to do to make you realize that you have options, and for me to understand that you needed to pick what you want in life.” And he would keep telling her that until it was so solid inside of her that she never doubted it. The anger slowly drained from her face. “And I do care for you, Princess. So very much.” Her breath hitched, but she said nothing, just nodded.
He hadn’t meant to go soft right before she walked away because he knew it went against the grain of who he was and how he had tried to distance himself from her. He never claimed to be a good man, or a noble one. He was who he was and didn’t apologize for it. But seeing her walk away had anger and pain the likes of which he had never felt before moving through him at an astounding rate. She pulled her hand away, climbed from the back of the limo, and shut the door behind her. All Gavin could do was watch her walk away and hope she ended up choosing him even though she hadn’t been given a choice in the beginning.
* * *
Ruby stared at her mom’s trailer. It might have only been a few weeks that she had been gone, but the life she had led with Gavin made this place look even worse. She felt Gavin watching her even though the doors were closed, and the windows tinted. She took a step forward, not sure if she actually planned to go in there or if she was just forcing herself to move away from the limo and the life it promised. She hated that he’d thought he needed to distance himself to make his point before helping her understand what he was trying to do.
She began to realize that she was thankful to be given a choice. Of course, she was still angry, and hated the way things had transpired, but if she was going to have any kind of life, she couldn’t rely on anyone but herself.
A man stumbled out of the front door of her mother’s trailer, a bottle of liquor in hand. He scratched his protruding belly and belched loud enough that she heard it over the music. It wasn’t one of the men she had seen her mother with when Ruby lived there, so this must be a new piece of shit boyfriend. The guy leaned against the warped and rotted banister of the porch and chugged half of the alcohol from the bottle. She heard her mom yell something, but Ruby had already taken a step back. This had never been her home.
Turning, she saw that Gavin was now out of the limo and standing beside the open door. His face showed nothing, but his eyes held deep affection, and she could have sworn fear. “This isn’t the life I want. It isn’t the life I ever wanted.” She had known that when she first left, but seeing it again made it that much more permanent.
“Tell me what you want, Princess.” Gavin had always been so strong, but right now he sounded almost... fragile. Ruby looked at the fat slob still leaning against the railing, looked around at the rundown and already half-dead neighborhood, and knew that she had never belonged here. Looking back at Gavin, she didn’t see his money or his expensive suits. She didn’t think about the life she had with him across the ocean or his big estate. All she thought about was that he was the only one who had made her feel like she was worthy, and that what she wanted wasn’t wrong. He accepted her, and embraced what she wanted, because that was what he wanted, too. Their lives may not have started in the best of ways, but she had to believe everything happened for a reason. He was the man that she had grown to care for and to trust. She didn’t want the bag of money that she held, or to be anywhere else if Gavin wasn’t there.
“I want you.” She moved toward him and he immediately embraced her.
“I just wanted you to come to me of your own free will, darling.” Ruby closed her eyes and just absorbed the feeling of being in his arms. “Let’s go home.”
As long as she was with Gavin, she was home.
Epilogue
Three years later
Gavin sat in the corner, the shadows concealing him, and the moonlight moving through the open window. The summer breeze ruffled the lace curtains, moved along the edge of the duvet over Ruby, and then touched the tips of her hair. He had been away on business for the last week, and even though it was the middle of the night, he had come home as soon as soon as he had finished with work.
The last three years had been filled with a lot of turbulent emotions: happiness, pain and heartache, healing and love, and then finally hope. Ruby was his, would always be his, and even if they didn’t need a legal document to prove that, Gavin had asked Ruby to marry him. They had wed a month later on the property, and seeing her draped in strands of pearls, that little lacy cream off-the-shoulder dress, and her dark hair falling over her shoulders, had made Gavin realize that this woman could destroy him.
He had bought her from a human auction block, knew that she had been taken from her home, and sold to the highest bidder. He should feel shame that he had been the one to purchase her even all these years later, but the truth was that he’d never felt that emotion. And then after he had taken her back to the run-down trailer park that she’d lived in with her mother, when Ruby had thrown herself back into his arms, he had known he would never let her go.
He had gotten his vasectomy reversed because he knew one day he wanted a family with the woman that he had grown to love. And then a year after they had been together, locked away in his European home and enjoying each other in dark, delicious pleasure-filled ways, she had become pregnant. Although he had been prepared for this, and Ruby had known that one day they would share the joy of creating a family together, her pregnancy had still been a shock to both of them. Before Ruby, Gavin had never wanted a family, never wanted a woman to keep as more than a sexual plaything. Ruby had been frightened, but deep down he had seen the anticipation of her holding a child, and of being a better mother than her own had been. There had been happiness, and Gavin realized that this young woman had made him see that without her in his life, he was nothing. He was a shell of a man, a hollow, empty soul.
And then she had lost the baby three months into the pregnancy. It hadn’t been because his appetite for sadistic pleasure had been too much because the moment he had found out she carried his baby, he had put his selfish desires aside. There had been nothing but sweetness and gentle touches from him, and it had been enough as long as his child and the woman he loved were okay. His dark desires hadn’t gone away, they never would, but he had suppressed them.
She had been with pain and heartache.
For months, she had been in this cave of despair, consumed by her grief, and there had been nothing he could do that had helped ease her pain. He had been tortured with her, and it had been like a searing hot knife slicing right through his heart. Every time he had looked at her, and saw her tears or this far-away expression, that pain had intensified inside of him. Taking her into town to go shopping, or suggesting they go away to a private island and not think about anything, hadn’t gotten more than a shake of her head and her sadness intensifying.
But as the months had passed, she had started to heal, and he gave her more love than any person could possibly handle. He had taken time off work, just spending it with her, telling her that she was the only thing in his life that was worth anything. He hadn’t been in a hurry to have another baby, especially if they had to experience that pain again, but he wanted her to know that he was there for her.
He brought himself back to the present when he heard the soft sound that had Ruby slowly rising. The sheet fell around her waist, and he was pleased to see she was nude and had her pearl choker on. Since he had brought her back to the mansion three years ago he had told her that he wanted her nude while sleeping, and that she was to wear the pearls at all times. It was his visual brand of ownership, but elegant enough that it accented her innocence and beauty.
He glanced down at the large swells of her breasts and felt his shaft start to thicken. He was still seated in the shadows, and although it was voyeuristic, he grew even harder. Gavin watched as she stood, her body fuller now, and her hair long enough that when she had it in a braid and over her shoulder it fell past her breast. She grabbed her robe and slipped it on and walked right by him without realizing he could have reached out and run his finger along her thigh.
When she was out of the room, he slowly stood, removed his suit jacket and tie, tossed it over the chair, and went for his cufflinks. He headed to the room directly across from theirs. He leaned against the doorframe and watched as his wife fed their four-month-old daughter. Willasandra, or Willa as they often called her, had a thatch of dark hair and blue eyes that reminded him of the summer sky. Willa reached up and started playing with the end of Ruby’s braid, and his wife started humming a soft lullaby. He could stand there forever and just watch them.
They hadn’t been trying to get pregnant, and when Ruby had, he’d seen the fear on her face. With each passing month that fear had become a little less, and then there had been hope. When his baby girl had been born, and he had looked in her eyes for the very first time, this hardness that had always been a part of him had cracked fully away. He had the two loves of his life. The sadistic bastard that he had associated himself with for far too long realized these two females were the most important thing to him.
For long minutes, all he did was watch Ruby with Willa. He could see his daughter’s eyelids start to droop, and then she fell asleep. Ruby fixed her robe over her breasts, stood, and laid the baby down in the crib. For a few seconds, he just stared at her, and then he turned and gave them some privacy. Gavin went back into the bedroom, removed his clothing, and headed into the bathroom to clean up. He ached for Ruby, wanted her soft skin rubbing along his, wanted her breathy moans filling his ears, and craved the sweet flavor of her on his tongue. He desired to see her body flushed red from his spankings and wanted the indentations of the pearls he used on her to cover her form.
He took a shower, and once out and dried, he stepped back into the room. The lights were still off, but he saw Ruby sitting on the edge of the bed. She was nude once more, the light from the bathroom and the light of the moon bathing her body. His cock hardened instantly.
“I missed you,” she said softly.
“I missed you, too, baby,” he said, just as low, and turned off the bathroom light. He took a step toward her, looked at her full breasts, let his gaze slide down to her slightly rounded belly, and stopped at the bare mound of her pussy. She kept her sweet little cunt nice and bare for him, sweet and soft. She was his, and every part of her body belonged to him. Gavin could use her any way he saw fit, pleasure her until she screamed out for him to give her more. And he would do this because it was what Ruby wanted.
“I didn’t know you were coming back tonight,” she said on a breath, and he could tell she was getting aroused. Her breathing was changing slightly, her breasts rising and falling as she stared at him.
“How much did you miss me, Ruby?” he said on a low, deep voice, and felt his own desire rising higher.
“You know how much.” She stood, and then immediately got onto the bed. Now on her knees, her legs spread slightly, and the view of her pussy on clear display, he groaned low in his throat. “Every part of me aches for your touch and hands, for your breath and cock... I just want you, Gavin.”
She made him feel like his dick would explode if he wasn’t buried inside of her tight, wet, and hot pussy. He moved closer to her and stopped when he reached the edge of the bed. He stared at her, took in every dip and hollow of her body. She had been tiny and thin when he had bought her from those human traffickers, but over the last three years, and since having Willa, her body was filled out. She was womanlier now, filled out in all the right places.
“Lay on your belly, baby.” He watched as she listened to him immediately, and he gave an approving growl. He gave one of her ass cheeks a spank. “So obedient, Ruby.” Gavin moved onto the bed, spread her legs as wide as they would go, and stared at her pussy. Her cunt was red and swollen, and already so fucking wet. The fact that her hair was still in a braid, and that he could see her neck and the beautiful choker wrapped around it, had his balls drawing up tight.
Gavin reached for the end table, opened the drawer, and pulled out the silk satchel that held the strands of pearls he used to pleasure her with. Taking the strand of pearls, he ran them along her back. She turned her head, closed her eyes, and parted her lips. Goose flesh popped along her arms and legs, and he bent his head and brought his tongue along the dip of her spine. Taking her hands and placing them at the small of her back, he used the reinforced pearls to secure her wrists. He then took the tether attached to it and hooked the clasp to the small hook on her choker. The length of the pearls now lay flush with her spine. Picking up the middle one, he gave the strand a light tug until she lifted her bottom half off the bed and braced herself on her knees.
“Spread your legs wide, baby.”
She opened her eyes and made a small noise. His dick hardened even more at the sight. She was so fucking wet. He slipped his fingers through her folds, coated his digits with her cream, and then lifted them to his mouth. Gavin couldn’t help but suck them clean. She tasted heavenly, and after being away from her for a week, he felt starved for her in every way imaginable. And then he had his face buried between her thighs. He licked and sucked, swallowed her arousal, and growled for more. Spanking an ass cheek over and over again, he felt her flesh heat beneath his palm, and then started to do the same to the other cheek. The moans that came from her fueled his dark desire.
“Oh, Gavin.” Those words came from her as he removed his mouth from her pussy and placed his finger at her entrance. He pumped that finger in and out of her and then added another one. Scissoring the digits, stretching her because he liked the feeling of his fingers in her sweet body, of making her accept his girth had sweat dripping down his chest. He needed this, needed her like he needed to breathe.
“There will never be anyone else for me, Ruby.”
She gasped out after he spoke.
“You’re mine. Tell me that you belong to me.” He gently bit her right ass cheek, loved that she cried out in pain and pleasure, and did the same to the other cheek.
“I’m yours; you know this,” she sighed. “I will always be yours.”
Gavin couldn’t control himself any longer. He straightened and removed his fingers from her body. After sucking them clean, he turned her head to the side, took her chin in a firm hold, and kissed her hard. He forced her to taste herself on his lips and tongue. When she was begging him for more, he straightened once more and guided his dick into her.
Hand now on her neck, he pressed her face into the mattress. Gavin needed to make her know he was in charge, that he was the one that had the control. He might own her body, but she owned every single fucking part of him. His dick slid right into her welcoming heat, and he let go of the root of his cock and grabbed her waist. He knew he would leave pretty bruises on her creamy white flesh, and he needed to see those marks.
The sensation of pushing into her, feeling her clench around his length, and of her moaning out his name, nearly had Gavin coming right then and there. He started moving back and forth, and his balls drew up tight from his release rising to the surface.
“I’m so close, Gavin,” she panted out.
“Give it to me, baby.”
She mewled from the pleasure, and when he dug his fingers into her body harder, she cried out from the pain. The air left him harshly when she squeezed her pussy muscles around him. He pulled almost out of her, but before he popped out, he thrust back inside her hard enough that her upper body shifted forward on the bed.
“It’s so fucking good, Ruby. Goddammit, you feel so fucking good.” In and out he moved within her, increasing his speed every second. Looking down at where his dick was deep within her pussy, he watched in voyeuristic pleasure as she was stretched wide around him. “Is it good for you, sweetheart?”
She moaned. “It’s good. It’s so good.”
He was very close to coming, but he wanted to feel her clench around him as she found her own release first. He slowed his pace and slipped his arm around her waist, lifting her up. With his other hand he quickly undid the clasp at her neck, removed the pearls from her wrist so she was free, and pulled her back flush with his chest. He started pumping in and out of her faster.
