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  That name… Grace Miller. I had heard it somewhere before. I closed my eyes, trying to jog a memory from somewhere deep in the confines of my dark mind. I walked out of the underground nightclub and to my SUV that was parked outside waiting for me.

  I pulled out my iPhone and opened the secure background checking app I used nearly every day. I typed in Grace’s name and the small amount of information I had on her, including date of birth and middle name, which I got from Tony, and watched as the search engine made its decision.

  “Bingo,” I spoke out loud, as her name and photo popped up. My hands shook as I read through the information given, her employment and home address. For fuck’s sakes the woman had worked for my father for nearly twenty years. Yet she was sick, and obviously poor enough that her daughter felt the need to sell her virginity to some piece of shit like my brother.

  “Where would you like to go, Mr. Smith?” Kalob, my driver, asked, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. I had a decision to make. I could either go talk to my brother and relay the information to him, or I could go talk to my father on my own and better our odds of getting the answers we needed.

  I tapped two fingers against my chin, thinking for a fraction of second before answering him. “Take me back to the mansion, but through the back entrance, please. I need to talk to my father alone.” Kalob nodded his head in understanding and put the SUV in drive.

  I scanned my phone screen once again, wondering what the hell had happened that caused Grace to quit her job? Had my father fired her for being sick? She could’ve taken time off. I didn’t care about many things but those that had cancer being treated like garbage made my blood boil. Those people were already going through something hard and making things worse for them didn’t seem fair to me. My teeth ground together, a memory of my own mother hitting me in the chest.

  “You need to be a big boy, Seth. Take care of your brother, and keep your daddy in line for me.” I couldn’t even look at her, my eyes were swollen with tears and my hands were shaking as I held her weak one in mine.

  “I’m not ready to let go of you yet…” I would do anything to keep her here with me, if only for a few more days.

  She cupped my cheek, her blue eyes, eyes that used to be filled with so much life, piercing my own. “You aren’t letting go of me, sweetheart. I’ll always be here in spirit, in your heart and mind. I will never leave you son. Never.” My eyes darted to Fox’s. He understood what was happening but didn’t get the consequences. Mom was dying and there wasn’t anything that either of us could do to stop it.

  “Let’s go boys, your mother needs her rest.” I blinked away the tears that wanted to fall from my eyes when my father called to us. I released my mother’s fragile hand and gave her one last once over.

  It wouldn’t be long before she was a piece of the Earth beneath our feet and I would be forced to watch over my little brother. I grabbed Fox by the hand and pulled him in the direction of the door.

  “Remember boys… I’ll always be here.” Those were my mother’s final words to my brother and I. I tried to remember her in my mind with a warm vibrant smile, and bright blue glittering eyes, but I never could. All I could remember was her weak body and frail smile, and how she was so close to death that it terrified me to lose her.

  “Were here, Sir…” My driver’s voice pulled me from the sad memory of my mother. It had been years since I last thought of her and I didn’t like that my father’s actions were sparking these shit memories of her.

  “Thank you, Kalob. Go around and park in the garage,” I ordered, as I slipped out of the backseat, putting my phone in the front pocket of my suit jacket. Daddy dearest would pay for the things that he had done to the innocent. He may lie, and claim he didn’t know, but that background check I just ran proved otherwise. Even if he didn’t know she had cancer, someone did, and that someone would pay dearly.

  Chapter Seven

  Raven

  The days ticked by, and the longer my hymen was still in place, the more I worried that I would never get out of this mansion. My mother needed me, and I needed to see her, just to make sure she was still alive.

  “Little lamb, little lamb, let me in…” A knock sounded on the door and I pulled my legs up to my chest, nervous butterflies fluttering in my belly as he stepped into the room. It had taken a week, but he had finally allowed me to order some clothing of my own. Yoga pants, and shirts were a Godsend when you had nothing of your own in your possession.

  “Yes, Master?” I ground my teeth together. Calling him master annoyed me to all hell. I didn’t like it, not one bit.

  He smirked, and the smile met his eyes showing me his approval that I remembered to address him the way he wanted me to.

  “I have a present for you… Something that I want you to wear when we go out together today…” I could feel my pulse jump into my throat, my pussy already growing wet from the anticipation. This man, though dark and despicable, owned my body, he knew exactly what I needed and when I needed it.

  “We’re going out today?” I asked, ignoring the other part of his comment. I couldn’t think about the surprise he had for me because, if I did, I would be throbbing with need, a need that I didn’t know if he would actually fulfill.

  He licked his lips, his dark eyes growing darker, if that was even possible. “Though I love seeing your beautiful ass in those tight yoga pants, I need you to slip them off for a moment and bend over real nice for me.” It was his turn to ignore my question. I moved off the bed slowly, my movements drawn out, as I questioned if I could make a run for the door.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see his surprise, because I did, oh man did I fucking want to see it, but I knew it would make me want him more. It would make me crave his touch more, and I couldn’t handle knowing what I was leaving behind when I finally did escape this place.

  I made a beeline for the door he had just come through. There was a chance I could get out the door before his hand could reach me, and I wanted to take that chance. Throwing caution to the wind, I shoved the consequences of not listening to him out the window and ran, my fingers grasping onto the wooden door.

  I was almost there, almost out of the room.

  My movements were stalled as Fox’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest.

  “Don’t you know that running gets you nowhere, lamb? If you run, I chase, and when I catch you, you will have wished that I had killed you. For the things that I will do to your beautiful body will have you begging for death.” A shudder ran down my spine as he slammed me down on the mattress stomach first. My fingers dug into the sheets as I tried to scurry away from him, my legs kicking any appendage that they landed on.

  “I hate you…” Tears burned behind my eyes. Tears I refused to shed for a man like Fox. A man who didn’t deserve to know he was breaking me.

  “Good.” I could hear the smile in his words, the smile that probably pulled at his lips. Before I realized what was happening, Fox had both my hands above my head as he held them together tightly, his large frame pinning me to bed. I could barely get air into my lungs as he forced me further into the mattress.

  I could feel a soft material wrapping around my wrists, and no matter how much I tried to pull my hands apart, Fox tightened the material until I couldn’t move my wrists at all, not even wiggle them.

  “There. That should hold the bucking bronco inside of you while I give you your gift.” I squirmed against the sheets, my body wanting to give in to whatever it was that Fox wanted.

  “Please don’t do this…” I begged, worried that the time had actually come for him to claim my virginity. I had been waiting for this moment for over a week, yet I wasn’t ready for it to happen.

  “Oh sweetness, your pussy is safe from my cock… for now…” My body sagged against the sheets with relief. That meant he was after only one other thing… my ass.

  Knowing that I would enjoy the pleasure he could give me, and hoping that if I complied
now he wouldn’t punish me, I spoke.

  “I will do as you ask of me, Master. Please don’t punish me,” I pleaded, feeling his weight lift off of me as I spoke. My back lifted, and I arched for him, my body already craving his touch.

  “Good little lamb…” he whispered into my ear, as he stroked my ass cheek with his hand. I could feel what I assumed was a rubber dildo tracing the seam of my ass.

  “What is that...?” I groaned loudly, trying to rub my ass against the hard but flexible end of the object.

  “A butt plug, little lamb, and I promise you, if you thought my fingers could bring you to your knees, this will do far worse…” My pussy throbbed at the image. Fox moved the object from my ass, and down to my clit, circling the tight bundle of nerves until I was shaking with need.

  Once he knew I was on the verge of cumming, he squirted what I could only assume was lube along my ass crack, the cold gel causing my nipples to rub against the thin material of my shirt turning me on more.

  “Arch that back. I want your pussy and asshole on full display, lamb.” I squeezed my eyes shut, ready but also scared of the unknown. Fox used his hands to spread my legs further apart and the massaged my asshole, his pinky slipping into the tight opening without warning.

  “Oh God. Oh God.” I was cumming just from the insertion of his finger. My asshole squeezing tightly around his finger while the muscles in my pussy convulsed.

  “Get ready for it…” Fox growled, arousal lacing his words. I gripped the sheets tightly and waited. My body vibrated, as post orgasmic waves slammed into me over and over again.

  The breath expelled from my chest as he pulled his pinky out and inserted the tip of the butt plug. I could feel my ass rejecting the tip and the need to beg him to stop intense.

  “Breathe through it, lamb…” he encouraged me. A sob escaped my lips as he pressed the entire thing into my ass, spreading me wider than I had ever been spread before. My pussy throbbed and my asshole stung.

  “Fox…” I moaned, uncaring if he punished me for using his real name. I needed him. A fire filled my belly that burned through my veins.

  “I’ve got you, lamb. You just wait…” His voice had turned animalistic and as I gazed him over my shoulder, I knew he was feeling the same feelings I was, the need, the burn deep inside his belly that threatened to consume him if he didn’t give into it. He wanted this just as much as I did.

  “Fuck me, Fox. Fuck me,” I begged, my legs shaking. He needed to touch me now. Right fucking now.

  “No can do. I’m going to do something far greater, lamb. I’m going to punish you.” His words were lost on me. I didn’t even care, so long as he touched me. I whimpered with need, my body writhing against the sheets, the need for his man consuming me.

  My tongue darted out, wetting my dry lips, and just when I assumed he would leave me hanging, the butt plug in my ass started vibrating, the pulsing sensation working through my pussy.

  “Oh….” I stumbled over my words. “Oh…” My nipples scraped against the mattress, my shirt riding up as I tried my hardest to gain friction against the sheets.

  “You’ve been bad, lamb… Haven’t you?” His question didn’t concern me. Nothing did. All I could feel was pleasure, and so long as that pleasure didn’t stop, the entire world could fall apart around me.

  A hard slap landed against my ass cheek without warning, only adding a bite to the pleasure I was already feeling.

  “Are you listening, little lamb? Are you listening to your master?” I mumbled against the sheets as he slapped my other ass cheek. He was no longer massaging the pain away, and I liked it. I liked it more than I did anything else.

  “Master…” I screamed out, the butt plug vibrating faster than it had before. I was soaring, my pussy dripping with cum as I fell apart again and again. The orgasms never seemed to end.

  “Beg me to make it stop, lamb. Beg me.” Fox bit my ass cheek, and then slapped it… hard.

  “Don’t stop…” I couldn’t believe I had said the words but I had. The voice that spoke them wasn’t one that sounded like mine. Still, Fox he listened, he didn’t stop. If anything, he became relentless, his smacks becoming harder, and the grip on my hip that kept me in place was bruising.

  I bit my lip hard enough for it to bleed, as tears slipped from my eyes. The orgasms were on the border of pain and pleasure and I was so close, so close to another release that I would do anything to get it.

  “I’m going to claim that pussy of yours soon. I’m going to rip it to pieces with my cock and when I’m done, lamb, you’ll never be the same. Do you hear me? I’m going to own your pussy… Do you want that?” His voice crept into the deep depths of my mind. Did I want that?

  “Yes… I want it now. I want your cock, Master.” The dirty words, and the confession of me wanting his cock, forced yet another powerful orgasm out of me. I was spent, my body sagging against the bed sheets as a hot spray landed against my ass cheeks.

  “You make me want more than I ever have, Raven…” he gasped. I wasn’t even aware that he had undone his jeans, or even pulled his cock out, but then again, I was more focused on myself than him.

  The vibrating of the butt plug stopped, but the waves of pleasure didn’t. I stayed in place on the bed, my body overly stimulated. Every single movement bordered on pain.

  Fox walked away and then came back with a tube of something in his hands. He opened it and squeezed whatever it was on my ass cheeks, massaging the cream into my skin.

  “You ass is a glorious red right now and I wish that I could keep it this way forever.” He spoke as if he was happy with the work he had done, massaging more of the cream into my blistering backside. It cooled the warmth that the slap had left behind, dulling the pain to nothing but a tiny ache.

  I was so pleased with the way he worked me over that I spoke a truth that I never suspected I would out loud.

  “Can we do this again?” There was no point in shying away from the truth. That being that I enjoyed it. The fact that I had fallen apart a half dozen times, and the spot beneath me was soaked with my arousal proved it. Still I didn’t like admitting to Fox that he had done something that I enjoyed. I felt like it was counterproductive. My goal was to leave, not make him want to keep me even more.

  “Oh you will, little lamb… Except next time I’ll be eight inches deep in your swollen cunt while you milk every single drop of cum from me.” His admission warmed my body more and as soon as he released the soft ties around my wrist, I scurried across the mattress and away from him, but not for the reasons you would think. Every time he was close to me, every time he touched me, I was weak for him and I didn’t want to be weak.

  “Now get your pants back on and get ready to go. I have a few places I want to take you today…” He glared at me, the heat in his stare cooling only a little bit. He twisted on his heels and headed towards the door. “Oh and you’re welcome for your gift…” It was then, as he was walking away, that I became aware of the butt plug that was still in my asshole.

  “You left it in…” I cried out, jumping from the bed and grabbing my pants off the floor where they had been thrown in our struggle. He turned around really quick, smirking at me before he spoke.

  “Of course, lamb, I have to have something to keep you in line while were out in public.” He licked his lips, eyeing me as I pulled the yoga pants up over my thighs, covering the butt plug that fit snugly between my cheeks.

  “I hate you,” I whispered beneath my breath, hoping he couldn’t hear me.

  “Oh I know, lamb, you already told me.” He smiled, beckoning me to come to him and I did, feeling the weakness that only he could plant inside me take over. There was no escaping the damage that would be caused from this deal. I may be able to escape the mansion, but I would never escape Fox’s touch.

  Chapter Eight

  Fox

  I watched her for long moments, knowing that I shouldn’t, knowing that I would soon regret doing so. She wouldn’t stay, not forever and th
ough I never really wanted her in the first place, I wasn’t ready to set her free.

  Our journey to the world outside the mansion walls started horribly, with Raven being nothing but a quiet mouse in the corner of the limo. She watched me, just as I did her, waiting for the moment when I would slip up. What she didn’t know was that I never slipped up. Not even once.

  “My mother and I used to come here all the time,” Raven gushed, as she bit at the straw of her Starbucks Frappuccino. Did she even have the slightest clue how beautiful she was? Her black hair blew in the wind, and her purple streaks shimmered in the sunlight. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her even if I wanted to.

  “Here… as in to the mall or the garden?” I questioned. We were acting as a real couple talking as if we were closer than we appeared to the eyes of passersby, and yet I loved these moments even if I knew they weren’t real.

  “The garden… We used to come here together and watch the butterflies. It was our thing, the only thing we usually got to do together…” Raven’s face fell and so did my heart. I didn’t know her reasoning for coming into my life as she did, but I knew Seth was digging for answers and I wanted to know. I wanted to know so fucking badly.

  “Yeah… Before I lost my mom we used to go to the park and have picnics. It’s the only happy thing I can remember about her…” I trailed off, refusing to let the memory surface in my mind. Thinking about my mom depressed me because, as much as I wanted to paint her in a light that every child wanted to paint their mother in, I couldn’t.

  From the day I was born things were hard, or so I was always told. Seth shielded me from a lot of the bad shit.

  “I’m sorry, Fox…” She cast her eyes to the concrete in fear of being punished for calling me the wrong name. Truthfully, I loved hearing her say my name because it made me feel free. It made me feel like maybe this could work between us.

  “Don’t be. I’ve learned to let go of the past. It doesn’t do you any good to stand in one place and complain about things that you can’t change,” I quoted my brother, those exact words were said to me repeatedly over the last five years. I had never handled her death well, nor had I ever healed from it. I simply shoved it under the rug and forgot about it.