Broken (Billionaire's Blood Slave 2) (2 page)

Something about her expression wiped the
smile off Knight’s face, where all of her other crying had done
nothing. If his eyes hadn’t still burned with desire, he might have
almost looked sorry. He rounded on Sig, “Give me that, you’re
dismissed.”

“Yes sir.” Vic was grinning, but Sig merely
passed the leash to Knight and turned, stalking out.

The moment they were gone Alice breathed out
a sob, shaking. She wanted desperately to tell Knight what they’d
done to her, but something stopped her, some secretive fear. This
was at least one thing she could keep secret from him, even if he
took everything else. She hoped the two servants would betray him
in as many ways as possible.

Knight was standing, surprisingly quiet,
letting his eyes take in every exposed inch of her flesh.

“I think I missed you,” his voice was raw.
“Come.” Any tenderness in the statement was destroyed when he
jerked hard on the leash, yanking her forward against him.
Immediately she could feel that he was cool, even in this
sweltering heat. The contact of her fever-hot flesh against the
marble smoothness of his skin made her shiver. She convulsed,
trying instinctively to get away.

“Stop moving.” His hand came up and tangled
through her hair. Alice cried out and writhed, but he tugged hard
until she subsided, whimpering like a puppy grabbed by the scruff.
She flinched when his lips pressed soft to her flesh. Slowly, cool
and smooth, Knights tongue slid over the skin of her throat.

“Today I’ll break you, Alice, but I can’t
concentrate when your blood runs so hot...” She felt the teasing
scrape of one needle sharp fang, catching at her skin.

“Please, Gabriel,” her words had abandoned
her, and all that was left was his gleaming tooth pressing into her
neck, and the adrenaline-fueled desperation of a prey animal. She
would have done anything to escape, at that moment, but all her
crying and twisting did nothing. He even seemed to enjoy it,
letting the needle tips dent her pearly skin and just holding her,
on the point of drinking.

In a jolt the fangs pierced her throat,
followed by a blaze of agony. But this time the pain barely lasted
an instant, forming a crystalline agony that snaked through her
before passing. Then the familiar, hot flush of desire came. It
crawled along her veins, prickled over her skin, incandescent. Her
chest heaved as he drank, deeper and longer than the last time. An
unnatural heat was rising in her belly, flushing the lips of her
slit and making her exquisitely aware of where the harness bound
her. The straps that squeezed her ass cheeks apart and tugged at
the skin to either side of her moist slit seemed to grow tighter,
biting at the most secret part of her.

When he broke away she hardly felt it, until
he licked at her peaked right nipple, a sensation as hot and wet as
if her whole body had been submerged in a bath. She might have
shrieked. She definitely did when his other hand caught hold of her
left nipple and twisted - a point of pain to match the glorious
pleasure of his tongue on her other breast.

For a long time he teased her, sometimes
stroking, licking soft, and sometimes raking her flesh with the
points of his fangs. His hands cupped the soft flesh of her
breasts, kneading as he tortured them with his tongue and
fingertips. Now his fingers were almost unbearably hot, as they had
been last night. Knight’s heat was fuelled by blood – her blood.
Alice could only tremble in against his searing flesh, trying not
to cry out. The pleasure made her ache, and mingled with the
delicious little stabs of pain to form something deeper and hotter.
Soon her whole self was boiled away, reduced down to her writhing
body. It was hard to believe that only two days ago she’d been a
competent young woman, with her whole life ahead of her. A soft
moan slipped past her lips, though she tried to choke it back.

When she felt his cock grinding against her
hip through the fabric she horrified herself by rubbing against it,
desperate as a cat in heat. The warm haze of his feeding mingled
with the damp air, the scent of orchids. She ground against him,
mewling, not caring that he would know what a slut she was. Knight
was moaning too but she could barely hear it. There was only the
furnace heat of his body. The harness pulled at her skin as he
dragged her to the chair and forced her down onto it, manipulating
her warm, pliant body until he lay on top of her. He crushed her
down in a way that she tried desperately not to enjoy, but the
sheer power of his hard muscles was irresistible.

His rough hands slipped over the damp skin of
her thighs, forcing them apart to expose the glistening crevice
between. He’d already opened his pants, and now the rigid tip of
his cock rubbed against the liquid center of her pleasure. She
realized with dim horror that she was wet for him, so wet that the
secret juncture of her thighs was spilling hot trickles down her
leg.

Please, no, stop,
she tried to say,
but all that came out was a whimper of desire. Her back arched,
thrusting her hips toward the caressing tip of his cock.

He thrust. His cock was thick, hard, and hot
as molten steel, surging into her paralyzed body. It speared into
her slit so roughly and suddenly that she screamed, thrashing
against him. Her hands twisted uselessly at her sides, fighting
against the binding cuffs.

“Lie still, slave,” Knight growled, his voice
raw with desire.

The huge cock flexed inside her, forcing
deeper into her battered tunnel. She might have been wet for him
but her mind made her clench down against the violation, whining as
his drove himself deeper. She felt every inch painfully as he
rammed it into her slit.

He snarled, thrusting viciously. Each stroke
hammered her down into the soft padding of the chaise,
reverberating through her bound body. The pain and pleasure of his
abuse twisted through her, dragging a gasp from her lips. It grew
stronger every second that he fucked her, pushing her harder and
faster.

“You wanted me,” Knight breathed hot at her
ear, “So come. I know you want to.”

His hand slipped down between her legs, his
fingers forked around the thick shaft of his cock to rub her slit.
His touch was mercilessly rough, grinding over the risen nub of her
clit until she screamed, but at the same time she was tumbling down
into an orgasm she could no longer resist. Her heart seemed to
stop, and her whole body shuddered as the first waves rocked her.
She could hear herself screaming, unable to even control herself.
Tears slid hot over her cheeks, and in the soft tunnel of her sex a
sizzling liquid flowed, drenching the hilt of his cock, rubbing
over her thighs and belly. She was clenching down hard over that
massive shaft.

That tight grip of her flinching pussy was
enough to put Knight over the edge. He choked out a gasp, digging
his nails into her tender flesh to hold her beneath him. Alice
squealed, but no matter how hard she thrashed away from his
invading cock Knight pinned her down effortlessly. His seed spurted
into her in a hot rush, flooding her channel. Suddenly he yanked
himself out, still coming in thick white spurts that rained down
over her belly and breasts. His seed coating her in glorious
warmth, gleaming white against her ivory skin. Knight reached down,
groaning, to slick his hand along the shaft. The last few drops
spattered hot over her, sticky flecks that landed on her fevered
flesh and the harness and clung there as evidence of his
violation.

He recovered almost instantly,
unsurprisingly. With one hand he brushed back the damp tangle of
her hair. The touch made her shiver, the sensation mingling with
her afterglow in a way she couldn’t help but enjoy. His fingers
gently unstuck a golden curl that had clung to her lips. Alice
could only moan, curled up shaking on the chaise and spattered with
his seed, feeling used up and empty. Her sopping cunt still
clenched, each time aching as if her body wanted his cock back
inside. Now that it was over, she felt so dirty she could hardly
bear it. The shame of coming for him made her chest hurt.

“P…please, Knight…” She mumbled, staring up
at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Please what?” His voice was dark, still
strained with lust.

“Just…” she was crying, the tears raining
down over her heated cheeks.
Please let me go,
she’d been
about to ask, but the cold note in his voice stopped her. He hadn’t
hurt her badly, yet, but her tender ass still bore the marks from
last night. “Please take the leash off. I won’t run, I swear.

Knight ignored her begging “I think I heard
you call me Knight just now. Don’t. You will call me Master from
now on.”

“No! I won’t do it
.”

He bared his teeth with a suddenness that
made her shrink back. “I warn you, Alice, my mercy is all used
up.”

“I… I’m not your slave.”

He grinned, a horrible expression that didn’t
reach his eyes.

“I’ve had enough of this, slut.” He yanked
hard at the leash as he stood, pulling Alice half off the chaise
with him while she whimpered. “Up.” He snapped hard on the leash,
so that the harness dug hard into her flesh. Eventually she was
forced to stand, with his cum dripping down her pink-flushed skin.
Her legs were warm and weak, barely steady enough for her to stand.
She almost tripped when the chain between her ankles snapped her
step halfway short. When his black eyes met hers she quickly looked
down, too ashamed to meet his gaze. His hands hovered over her
body, always touching, stroking. When his fingertips slipped over
one painfully sensitive nipple she gasped, trying to turn away.

“I have all the time in the world to break
you, but I’m an impatient man. We’ll do this the hard way.”

Without looking back he strode away, dragging
Alice yelping behind him on the end of her leash. His strides were
long and quick, and she had to trip along with her tiny steps,
hobbled and vulnerable. He walked along a short path through the
trees, which quickly turned into a tunnel of luminous white
flowers. They were lush blossoms that she didn’t recognize, growing
so thickly she couldn’t see past out.

A petal caressed her skin as he jerked her
along, a sensation so delicate and sensuous it made her shiver.
Knight seemed not to notice, he only snapped on the leash to hurry
her pathetically slow steps, growling in impatience.

When they finally reached their destination,
Alice’s breath froze in her throat. They emerged into a bright
clearing surrounded by white orchid vines. The moss beneath their
feet was softer than any carpet, but it was filled with machines
and cruel-looking devices that would have been better suited to a
dungeon. Alice caught a glimpse of rounded steel shafts, engraved
shackles and dark leather. Before she had a chance to examine them
closer Knight was already dragging her towards one.

This frame stood in a patch of the golden
light that shone down from the ceiling. It was about waist high to
her, and was shaped a little like the pommel-horse she’d used in
gym class. Only, instead of a padded, injury-proof surface on top,
it tapered to a smooth steel bar barely two inches wide. Shackles
at foot-height on either side suggested the horrible way a person
would be bound to this thing. One foot would go on either side, and
the groin would rest on that steel bar. Even looking at in made her
flinch away in terror, shaking. Knight had to turn and yank her
along. From the dew that glistened on its metal sides she could
tell that it was going to be icy cold.

“Last chance, Alice.” Knight turned, smiling
enough to bare his fangs. Alice stood silent, staring back into
those black eyes. As hard as she tried she could keep from shaking.
Droplets of sweat were gliding down between her breasts, but that
machine had sucked all the warmth from her.

“No?” Knight sighed, “That’s too bad. Wait
here.”

Without bothering to tie her Knight simply
dropped the leash in the grass and left, strolling towards a large
wooden chest in the center of the clearing.

Run Alice!
Screamed the last shreds of
her pride,
you can make it but you need to run, right now, run,
escape this monster.
With the chain between her feet she knew
she couldn’t move very fast, but it was still a chance, the only
chance she’d had since she’d been captured. Her heart was suddenly
pounding, blood rushing up in her ears.

Her limbs tensed, every muscle taught, but
still she only stared between the steel pommel-horse and Knight’s
back.
What’s
wrong
with me?
She couldn’t move, no
matter how hard she tried. She was afraid, far too afraid of what
he’d do to her. She looked down at the loose end of the leash
dropped in the grass and the slick of his cum cooling on her skin,
trying not to cry.
Why can’t I do this?
She clenched her
fists, so tight that the nails bit into her palms.

Knight seemed not to notice, he was taking
his time fiddling in the chest. Something inside gleamed in the
golden light.

Run, just run.
An awful, black shame
was welling in her, because she couldn’t. She was still standing
quietly, like a dog told ‘stay’.

When Knight turned around he smiled slightly,
and she knew it was because he understood everything she’d been
thinking. The bastard knew how close she was to being broken. “Good
girl,” he murmured.

Humiliation made her blush, but worse was the
warm, unwelcome pleasure she felt at those two words. Her body
betrayed her by tingling in a shiver of lust.

When he showed her what he’d brought from the
chest, her heart leapt in her chest. The thing was part steel, part
flexible latex - obviously a sex toy. Alice didn’t know anything
about sex toys, but she knew this was far more complicated than a
dildo, which was the only one she would have recognized. For one
thing, it was
forked
, split at the base into two stalks. The
large stalk was thick, a horrifying ten or so inches long, with the
length of the shaft ribbed in smooth bands of steel. It tapered
slightly to a gleaming metal head. Innocent though she might have
been, Alice could easily imagine where this steel cock was going to
go, and it made her squeeze her thighs together self-consciously.
The other rod was shorter and more slender, with a strangely
bulbous tip. She tried not to think about that part.