A Beautiful Prison (9 page)

As soon as he had purchased her he had made the call to procure the specific items in the box he now held. Adelbert and Drika, the two servants that ran the estate, were out for the evening, and that was perfect because he wanted a still and silent house for when he made Ruby scream.

He turned back toward her, saw her eyeing the box, and moved until he stood right beside the bed. “When I saw you on that stage I immediately thought how lovely you would look in pearls.” She knitted her brows, clearly confused by what he meant, but she would understand soon enough. “Take the dress off, Ruby.” She didn’t obey right way, but his patience had long since run its course. “Now.” Her eyes widened at the harsh way he said that word, but she did obey. “Good girl.” She sat up so she was on her knees, and pulled the dress off, but instantly covered her breasts with one arm and placed a hand over her mound. He shook his head. “You don’t cover yourself from me.” He stared directly into her eyes and purred in approval when she dropped her arms back to her sides. Her breasts were large for her small body, with nipples tipped pink. He let his gaze travel down to her smooth, flat belly, flared hips, and pussy, which was covered with a trimmed thatch of dark hair. There was more hair there than he liked, but that was easy enough to take care of at a later date.

“Please.” She said softly. “I’m afraid of you.”

He smiled. His cock surged forward, throbbing from his pulse. “You should be.” He moved closer and she scooted back, but stayed on the bed. He set the box down and opened the lid. Inside there were several strands of pearls and a small one-strip leather whip. Gavin had never been one for hardcore BDSM, but there were certain aspects that he did enjoy that could be construed as such. He took out the items and set them on the bed. Ruby eyed them with a wary expression. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.” It took her a second to comply, but she did, albeit slowly. “I realize that I shouldn’t have been so lenient with you.” He glanced up at her. She was staring at the items on the bed, but she must have felt his stare because she looked up at him.

He picked up the strand of pearls that had been reinforced to his specifications. “I have to be gentle with you, because you are very fragile, even if you like to show your strength.” He ran the pads of his fingers over the smooth, creamy roundness of the beads. “I had this specifically made for you, had it rushed to our home before we got here. I just know you’re going to look gorgeous in them.”

“You want me to wear a necklace?”

“Yes, Ruby, but not around your neck.” He placed a knee on the bed and moved closer to her. Her breasts slightly shook from the jarring motion of him moving along the mattress, and his dick throbbed painfully.

“I don’t understand.” Ruby still had a flush on her cheeks, but it also spread down to her chest and covered the big mounds of her breasts. Without answering, Gavin took hold of her hands and lifted them above her head. He unclasped the strand of pearls, wrapped them around both of her wrists, and secured them to the slates of the headboard.

“Do you understand now, Ruby?” He leaned over her, making sure the pearls were secure enough that she couldn’t get out of them, but that they didn’t cut off circulation. “I had these made so I can restrain you, and do whatever I wish to your body.” He sat back and watched her struggle slightly, testing the strength of them. “They can’t be broken, and will do nicely to keep you right where I want you.” He ran his fingers over the line of her jaw, down her neck and over her collarbones. He stopped right before he made contact with her breasts. She breathed out hard, and the action caused those gloriously plump mounds to rise and fall.

Her nipples were hard and seeming to strain for his touch. His mouth watered for another taste, but he stopped right before he made contact with her smooth, quivering flesh. He was tormenting her as much as he was himself. What he wanted to do was bring his palm down on her skin, over and over again until every part of her was a vibrant red from his erotic abuse. He wanted his handprints marking her body like a primal claiming, and wanted to hear her beg for more.

“Do you want me to suck one of these hard little nipples into my mouth, Princess?” When he spoke his lips brushed along the taut peak, and although she didn’t respond he didn’t miss the way she clenched her thighs together. Turning his head to the side and looking up at her, he was surprised to see the clear arousal on her face. He knew that she was probably having an internal debate, not knowing if she should give into her desires, or to fight him with everything inside of her. But because she didn’t answer him he leaned back, and didn’t miss the very small noise that left her.

“This is sick, tying me up like this, trying to make me think that I want this.” She strained against the pearls once more. “I won’t, you know. I will never want this, or you.” He cocked an eyebrow and turned to grab the strip of leather. Curling his hand around the handle, he tested the weight in his palm. This also had been custom made, with an ivory inlaid handle and butter-soft leather. Being wealthy had many advantages.

“This will make a beautiful sound hitting your flesh, and an even more attractive sight when the red lines appear.” She screamed out for help, thrashed back and forth, and tried desperately to free herself. He watched her, and only when he sensed her start to grow weary did he
tsk
. “It is only you and me here, darling.” She kept her legs closed tightly, and he had a pretty good idea as to why. Gavin wrapped his hand around one of her thighs, feeling her muscles tense as she prepared herself for what he was about to do, but he paid no mind to her resistance. He wrenched her leg out and looked down at her pussy. She was wet, so wet that her arousal glistened on her inner thighs. “I knew you were the perfect one for me.”

Gavin had to adjust himself between her thighs so he could force her legs to stay open. Sliding his hand up her inner leg, he ran a finger along the cleft of her pussy, gathering moisture at the tip and swirling it around the engorged bud of her clit. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts out as a strangled sound left her. “You like this.” She shook her head and clenched her teeth, so he added more pressure as he rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth. “Tell me how much you like this. Tell me it feels good.” She was still shaking her head, but her eyes were closed, her mouth was now open, and she made inarticulate sounds.

“Why are you doing this to me?” There was no heat behind her words, and it didn’t even sound like a real question. “This is so wrong.”

“No, darling, it isn’t. It is so right, and that is why it feels so good.” He rubbed her clit back and forth. Back and forth. “Quit fighting yourself and just enjoy it.” She was now lifting her hips, seeking more of his touch, and this pleased him immensely.

“Please.” She sobbed, but there were no tears. “Why are you doing this?” she asked again.

“Why am I doing this?” She slowly opened her eyes, licked those lips that were made to suck his dick, and nodded. “Because you are like me, Ruby. We are one and the same. What
I
need only you can give me, and what
you
need only I can give you.” He set the strip of leather on the bed beside him and used his free hand to unbutton his slacks and pull the zipper down. He wore no underwear and his dick sprang forth. He grabbed himself and stroked his cock from root to tip. “I get hard when you struggle, Ruby.” Twisting his other hand so he was now rubbing her clit back and forth with his thumb, he slipped a finger into her pussy. “And you get wet fighting me, making me get forceful, and feeling the pain I can give you because ultimately that is what gets you off.”

He just held his finger there, letting her feel the weight of it at her opening, and let go of his shaft to pick up the whip. The strip of leather was only about a foot in length, but that was all he needed for what he had planned. Lifting it high, he brought it down across her belly. She arched even further and cried out. He had no doubt it hurt like hell, but her nipples grew harder, her blush darkened, and a gush of moisture covered his hand. He brought the leather down once more, and watched in perverse pleasure as thin red lines appeared on her flesh. Over and over he rained it down on her, rubbing her clit back and forth, and keeping his finger at the entrance of her pussy at the same time.

“Oh, God.” Her eyes were big and he knew she was going to come, but he wanted her acknowledgment that she was his. He eased his ministrations and she made a tearless sob.

“Tell me you are mine and that this is what you want. Tell me that although you are afraid you also crave my touch.” Her eyes were so big and blue, and the way she looked at him had power surging though his body. It was this desperate look, this very vulnerable look that had nothing to do with the fact her life was forever changed. It was a look that pleaded for more, even if she couldn’t say the words just yet. He added pressure again to her clit, but did it more slowly this time. “Tell me, Ruby, and I promise to treat you the way you deserve. I will cherish you, Princess, worship your body, and give you the kind of pleasure only people like us can enjoy.” She would follow his rules. They were meant to keep them both safe and appease his darker needs. He didn’t want to hurt her for the sole purpose of making her obey. He wanted to hurt her with the purpose of getting her off from that pain.

“This is not the life I wanted.” She whispered those words, and although it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he couldn’t very well be angry with her for giving him the truth.

“Ruby, no one wants the life they are dealt, no matter what they say. This world is about dominance and submission, of give and take, and of pleasure and pain.” Keeping his hand on her pussy, he leaned forward and brushed his lips along hers. “Just tell me, darling, and I can make your suffering go away. I can make both of our suffering go away.” She shook her head, but he felt her resistance leaving her.

“I just want to matter.” Her words were heartbreakingly honest, but only she would know the true meaning behind them. He added pressure to her mouth, kissed her brutally and with everything inside of him. “I don’t want to be afraid, but I am.” He kissed her again, ran his tongue along her lips, and groaned against her mouth. He moved his thumb over her clit harder and faster, and slowly pumped his finger inside of her to the first knuckle. When he felt her tense once more, he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, biting down at the same time she cried out from her orgasm. It went on for several seconds, and she ground her pussy on his hand. Yes, that was the surrender he had been looking for, but he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet.

R
uby looked up
at Gavin as he positioned himself between her thighs. He had set the leather strip aside, and she couldn’t help but look at it, feeling arousal and shame over the fact she had derived so much pleasure from the delicious abuse he had given her. It shouldn’t have felt so right, but God it did. With her hands still bound in the pearls, she was at his mercy. There was a part of her that still wanted to scream and lash out, but there was another part of her—this one far louder—that just wanted to not fight, to not resist, and to take what he had to give. Ruby didn’t try and stop him when he grabbed her inner thighs and wrenched them open. He dug his fingers into her flesh, and she knew there would be more bruises added to the ones that covered her hips from his earlier ministrations. With her legs pulled all the way apart, her muscles straining from the force, all Gavin did for several seconds was stare at her pussy.

“I’m going to shave all the hair from your pretty cunt, Ruby.” He flicked his eyes up to hers, and then looked down between her thighs again. “I want what’s mine completely bared, smooth and lush so when I lick you nice and slow and then fuck you fast and hard, all you feel is
me
.” It was hard trying to get enough oxygen in her lungs as she listened to his words. “But that is for another time.” He slipped his hands up her inner thighs until he framed her pussy. His thumbs were right by her opening, and the gentle back and forth motion of him moving those digits along her hole had a gush of wetness leaving her. Gavin pulled her labia apart and the cool air moved along her inner flesh. A moan left her and she tried to close her legs from being so exposed. Gavin’s gaze was so penetrating, so encompassing, that she felt as though he were touching her with his gaze alone.

He grabbed for the leather strip again and her heart started pounding so much harder that she thought it would burst right through her chest.

“Please.” In all honesty Ruby didn’t know if she was begging him to stop, or to hit her again. Those dark desires she had always felt deep inside of her were right at the surface, not about to be pushed down any longer when Gavin was here to deliver what she desperately needed. But she felt as though she was betraying herself, and all the women that had been on the stage with her, by allowing this to happen, and actually enjoying it. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” Oh, she did, but she couldn’t just submit so easily on the first night of her captivity, right?