A Beautiful Prison, page 5
“Can you at least tell me what you plan on doing with me?”
“Don’t be foolish. You know exactly what I plan to do with you. Why else would a man purchase a woman from an auction if not to enjoy her body?” He lifted his wine glass to his lips and took a long swallow while watching her over the rim. She picked up her fork and started moving the food around her plate. “You don’t like the grilled salmon?” She glanced up at him, but quickly averted her eyes. “I asked you a question, Ruby.” She looked up at him again and set her fork down.
“No, in fact I don’t.” He knew she probably meant to sound stronger, but those words came out in a whisper.
“You don’t like seafood?” He wiped his mouth with the linen napkin and set it down. Gavin leaned back in his seat and wrapped his fingers around the stem of his wine glass.
“Being kidnapped and held captive has a way of ruining a person’s appetite.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, I suppose it does.” He stared at her for several seconds. She started to fidget again. “Do I make you nervous?” She looked at him with shock written across her face, although it was a rhetorical question because he knew he did. She didn’t answer, but once again looked down at her lap. “Look at me, Ruby.” She didn’t, and he slammed his fist down on the table, knocking over his wine glass. The chardonnay spilled across the white tablecloth, but his focus was on the young woman across from him. She was now looking at him, her eyes wide and her back pressed all the way against the back of the chair. Gavin leaned in and rested his forearms on the table. “Since my politeness in starting a civil conversation is not going over the way it should, I will just have to do this the hard way.” She audibly swallowed. “This is your new home, Ruby. You are mine, my property, to do with as I please. I have certain desires, and you are the one that will appease them.” She started shaking her head, but he didn’t think she even realized she was doing it. “Oh yes, Princess. I have many things planned for you, for your body, and how to make you scream for more.”
“I will never want that, or you.” Her voice shook as she spoke.
“We will see, darling.”
“Why me?” Fat tears fell from her eyes and she angrily wiped them away. He leaned back again and smiled. “Why can’t you just tell me that? You can tell me everything else, but have yet to tell me why you are really keeping me here.”
He had told her already why she was here—to pleasure him. But it was clear his earlier words were not getting through to her. He knew her fear was paramount, knew that this must be very hard for her, but she would have to get used to it and accept it.
“Why not you? You were there for the taking, sweet Ruby. But I saw something special in you, something fiery and determined. I knew when you struggled on that stage that I had to have you for myself. I liked the fighter I saw in you, and there wasn’t anyone that would stop me from what I wanted, and what I wanted was you.” She didn’t respond for several seconds. “Go on, Ruby, tell me how you feel.”
Normally he wouldn’t have cared what a woman thought. He also didn’t care what others thought if he didn’t directly ask them. That was the way of the world, of his business, and it suited him fine. But Ruby was different than the others. Yes, he owned her, and yes, she would be the perfect pet for his deliciously sadistic pleasures. But he just needed to look in her eyes to know that her resistance would slowly fade as she came to terms with her life now. It would take time, but they had an abundance of that.
“You do realize how wrong this is?” He thought about what she had just asked, but all he could do was smile. “You do realize I was kidnapped, drugged, and sold like cattle?” She had stopped crying, and once again, he saw that flash of fire behind her eyes.
“None of that matters, Ruby, because you are here now, and I have no intention of letting you go. But if it makes you feel better, you are more than welcome to tell me your dreams and aspirations.” He smiled wider as he saw the way she bunched her hands into fists on the table.
“It doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Oh, but it does. I’d like to know about you, Princess.”
“Stop calling me that.”
His former easygoing attitude started to fade at her words. “You don’t make the demands, I do.” His voice was low, and he slammed his fist on the table once again. She jumped, and he liked that she was frightened of him. “I’ll call you anything that pleases me. You are here for my enjoyment. If I choose to give you pleasure, then you greedily accept it, say thank you, and hope I am generous enough to give you more.”
She stood quickly, knocking her chair over in the process. She was shaking her head and glancing around the room for an exit, but she wouldn’t get far. She took off toward the door that led into the kitchen, but he was already out of his seat and striding toward her. He pushed the kitchen door open with so much force it slammed against the opposite wall. She cried out and spun around, and in her fear and haste to get away, she knocked over the serving wear that was on the marble island. It fell to the floor, shattering into little porcelain pieces.
She had picked a simple sundress to wear, but was barefoot, and when he saw that she was about to turn and run again, and therefore step all over the shards beneath her, he moved swiftly. He had her up, in his arms seconds later, and set her on the counter away from the broken shards. The sound of crunching under his shoes was loud, but not nearly as loud as the sound of her frantic breathing.
He took a step forward, parting her thighs even farther. He placed both hands on the counter and leaned in until there was only an inch separating their mouths. “The sooner you realize that you’re mine, Ruby, the easier this will be.” He lowered his eyes to her chest, saw her breasts rise and fall violently over the top of her dress, and looked back at her face. “I like the fight in you and love the chase as much as I get hard from the capture.” A small noise left her.
“You’re terrified right now, but I bet if I slipped my hand under your dress your pussy would be wet.” She parted her lips but didn’t say anything. “You can act like you’re frightened, and even be scared to death of me. That would be the smart reaction.” He moved his hand to her dress, slipped the material up her thigh, and moved his fingers down her inner leg. He felt the heat from her cunt instantly. Pulling her leg even farther out, he touched her pussy lips lightly, spread his fingers through her slit, and grinned. “Fighting me only turns me on more, and gauging by how fucking wet your cunt is, it has the same twisted reaction in you, too.”
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This is insane. You are insane.
Ruby couldn’t help thinking that over and over in her head, disgusted with herself and this man, because not only did she fear him, but she wanted him, too. He was such a beautiful devil, tempting her darkest desires, the ones she had only dreamt about and had never contemplated or spoken of for fear of ridicule and shame. She was his prisoner, his captive, and he was making it sound like she wanted this just as much as he did. This was just a physical reaction to his touch, right?
God, you are just as sick as he is. Here she was, perched on this counter after she tried to escape him, and he was saying these God-awful things to her, touching her like he had a right to, and she was doing nothing but letting him. All of these things made her humiliatingly aroused. She didn’t want to desire him, didn’t want his hands on her, but she was wet, just like he had said she would be. Damn him and damn herself for her misplaced desires.
She had to be demented. In fact, she knew she was. Who wanted pain with pleasure? Who dreamt about what it would feel like to be restrained? And who in the hell was wet and aroused when her captor chased her, touched her, and said filthy things to her? She should have slapped his face, made him hurt as much as she was inside, but she was too afraid of what he might do.
Ruby tried not to want these things, but she had told herself that burying her fucked-up wants would make them go away. She had thought that, at least. Ruby had hidden how she felt, moved on with her life, and blamed it on the fact she just wasn’t normal, hadn’t lived in a normal environment, and had a mother that had been cruel to her. Here she was now, wanting to claw Gavin’s face, wanting to scream for someone to help her, but was also transfixed by the light blue of his eyes, and how he looked at her as if she was wanted.
He was warped and had this delusion that she was actually his. Ruby didn’t care how much he paid for her and didn’t care that she desired him. “Get the hell off me.” Of course, he ignored her, and continued to rub his fingers through her wet cleft, making her want more and hate herself more because of it.
“You’re so pretty, so soft and warm, so wet and mine.” It was as if he was talking to himself for how low he spoke. He removed his hand from between her legs and she sagged in relief, but he didn’t move away. He slid his hand up her arm, over her bare shoulder, and wrapped his fingers around the column of her neck. He wasn’t applying pressure, but the heavy weight of his palm let her know that he could hurt her at any second.
She opened her mouth to scream, because there had to be someone else in this house, but his deep chuckle stopped her. “Scream, pretty girl. Scream as loud as you can.” He leaned in until she felt his lips along her jaw. She squeezed her eyes shut because she didn’t want to like the way it felt when he moved his mouth along her neck, or stroked her skin with his tongue. He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “It is just you and me here tonight, Princess, but if you want to be loud, I certainly won’t stop you.” He leaned back until he was looking at her. “In fact, I want you to make a lot of noise.”
Then his mouth on hers and his tongue speared between her lips. When he pressed his tongue against hers, he groaned and tightened his hold on her neck. He tasted sweet from the wine, and the in-and-out action he was doing reminded her of something far filthier. “You will obey everything I say,” he murmured against her mouth. “You will never deny me, never talk back.” He spoke between nips and licks. “If you’re a good girl, I will never punish you out of anger.” He moved his thumb along the pulse right below her ear. “And if you’re a good girl, I will give you whatever your heart desires, pain included.” A gasp left her when he sucked in her bottom lip and moved his teeth along the flesh.
Ruby flattened her hands on his chest and pushed. She didn’t want this, despite the wetness between her legs that coated her inner thighs, despite the fact that her heart was racing and it didn’t have anything to do with the chase. But he was strong, God he was so strong. He growled and reached out far too quickly for her to comprehend, wrapped his hand around both of her wrists, and yanked her off the counter. Seconds later, he had her turned around. Hand on the center of her back, he pushed her forward until her belly was flat against the cold, hard, and unforgiving granite. Everything was happening so fast.
“Please, please don’t do this.” Begging probably only made him more excited, a fact he affirmed when he ground his erection, which felt huge, against her ass.
He didn’t answer, just placed his hands on either side of her outer thighs, and slowly moved them up. Kneeling behind her, he gripped the bottom of her dress with his hands and the warm, humid feeling of his breath through the material, along with the feeling of his forehead resting against her lower back sent an array of emotions coursing through her. When the chilled air moved along her exposed bottom, her tears started falling harder and her breath came in harsh pants, moistening the dark counter beneath her head. However, all he did was groan against her as if he liked the fact she was terrified of him.
“I can smell you, Ruby.” His words were low and deep, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Your arousal coating my fingers makes my dick throb to be buried inside of you. You are so wet, Princess, so fucking wet for me.” She struggled again, but he added pressure to her lower back with his hand, and growled low in his throat like some kind of feral animal. “You’d do well to remain still. I am trying very hard not to take you against the counter like some kind of fucking savage. I know this is your first time, but I will fuck you right here if you keep struggling and tempting me.” That had her stilling and everything inside of her grew frigid. “You’re a virgin and I don’t want to cause any unjust pain, at least not the kind that you couldn’t climax from.” She held her breath and looked around frantically. The wickedness of his words and this situation had her on the verge of passing out. “Good girl.”
He moved his lips over the top of her ass and took hold of each of her cheeks in his big hands. When he spread them and the cool air moved along the crease of her bottom she sobbed harder. He groaned, and she didn’t have to look over her shoulder at him to know he was staring at the area he had exposed.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He speared a finger through her slit and she struggled, but he brought his hand down on her ass cheek so hard that she screamed out from the pain. “You fight me, but your body craves this as much as I do.” He rubbed her between her legs again. “See, you got even wetter from that pain. You hate this, but you fucking love it.” At the first touch of his tongue on her pussy, she cried out and tried to straighten up, but he gripped her waist in a bruising hold and pushed her up the counter until the tips of her toes barely touched the floor. And that was when he feasted on her like he was starving. He licked up the center of her, dug his fingers into her flesh until she cried out from the pain before sobbing harder because pleasure followed soon after. He was making her feel good, and she didn’t want that.
“Please stop. Please.” He groaned against her soaked flesh and sparks of pleasure cascaded inside of her. “Oh, God.” She flattened her hands on the counter, and when she tried to move away from his wickedly abusive mouth, all she ended up doing was push her ass in the air more and causing her pussy to grind more firmly into his mouth. His hold on her was painful, but what he was doing with his mouth between her legs felt so good. She hated herself at that moment for being so weak and for actually enjoying this.
He moved his head and sucked her clit into the hot, wet depths of his mouth, and that was the end of it. The depraved side of her came for this man, this evil monster that was using her for his own sick pleasures, and she was folding right into his embrace. He sucked even harder, and her breath hitched, but he wasn’t done with her. She knew that with her very soul.
“Tonight is about pleasing you, Ruby. I’ll make you crave my touch, my mouth, and eventually my cock. You’ll look upon me as the only one that can ease your dark need.” He ran his teeth along her labia and a gasp left her at the sensitivity of it. “And you do have a dark need, the same as I do. You are perfect for me, Princess.” This had her kicking her legs out, but he easily twisted her on the counter until she was now flat on her back. He had both of her wrists in one of his hands, thrust above her head. “You will scream my name for more, cry harder when I give it to you, and you’ll look at me as the only man that can give you pleasure from the pain.” He murmured against her flesh, but was relentless as rubbed her clit.
“You’re a sick bastard.” She tried to block the ecstasy he caused inside of her, but he must have sensed that because he made a very low, dangerous sound and moved his other hand to the opening of her pussy.
“Sweet Ruby, your reluctance only makes me want you more, and that is saying something monumental since I want you very fucking badly as it is.” He moved that thick digit around her opening, not penetrating her, but promising that he could take her right then with little effort. “You have me craving more of your delicious denial.” He started to penetrate her with his finger. His shoulders and hand kept her pinned down, and his mouth and finger made her a slave to his desires. He was relentless as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit, but he only pressed his finger into her partially.
“You like that I’m a sick bastard because I can feel you getting wetter.” The sound of his voice made vibrations on her clit and she bit her lip. Why did she have to be aroused? Why did his forcefulness and demands make her body feel like a fire had been lit from the inside out? It was wrong on every level and Ruby hated herself for her reaction. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry out her frustration and anger, but the wickedly depraved things he did to her had her craving more.
“I don’t want this.” The saltiness of her tears slipped into the corner of her mouth as the pleasure built inside of her with every press of his finger and flick of his tongue. He hummed against her and sucked especially hard on the little nub until she came for a second time. Gavin was relentless in his onslaught, and she knew he groaned not only at her surrender, but at the fact she had tried to fight him and failed. She didn’t need to hear him say he enjoyed the pain, denial, and everything else that was so very wrong to reach his own desires. Her body betrayed her, and she felt nauseous from the pleasure he had given her. She had only been in his presence for a day’s time and already she had failed miserably. Coming twice had her covering her face with her hands and crying silently.
“Shhh, sweet Ruby.” He had her in his arms seconds later, and just held her. The soft, almost affectionate stroking of his hand down the back of her head was soothing as much as it was disgusting. She didn’t want to feel anything but hatred for this monster, didn’t want to press her face to his chest and breathe in the dark, spicy scent of the cologne he wore. And she especially didn’t want to feel safe and sated in his arms because none of this was right or sane.
However, she didn’t push him away, didn’t try to run again. Instead, she let him carry her away. His physical strength scared her; the fact he could look at her and he could see right into her soul petrified her. She knew this with every part of herself, and vowed that she would try to escape. If she was going to be this man’s sex slave, then she was not going to make it easy for him. On the heels of that thought, she felt even sicker because hadn’t she just submit to him far easier than a captive should?
