Was this all worth the amount of diamonds actually earned?
How much more of this could I endure?
How long would this take? How many days to earn these diamonds?
Diamonds were owed, and I clearly would be paying in the most wicked ways imaginable. My sinful sentence had begun. I was now a resident of the manor, and my initiation was far from over.
Chapter Fourteen
Cheri
When I entered my assigned room, Roman was standing by the window with his back toward me. He seemed lost in thought, and I wondered if he had even heard me enter. I took a few more steps inside, unsure what I should do next.
“You did good in there,” he said, still not turning around. “The Iron Colt Brotherhood should be satisfied with what happened, and not feel like you will need to be broken and assigned to someone else besides me.”
I held my hands in front of my bare mound and had never felt so exposed before in my life. I noticed that there were cameras in the corners of my room, but they were not nearly as invasive as having Gage standing only a few feet away zooming in and out with a camera in order to get every close-up angle he could. The thought of what must have been captured and sent to The Iron Colt Brotherhood made me ill. I knew this ancient society was fucked up, but I had no idea just how much until now.
Roman turned around and stared at me, examining my nudity as if he was making sure I was ‘dressed’ properly for this twisted party of which I was a forced guest. The cool air of the room mixing with the cold stare of Roman had my nipples hardening and shivers running up my spine.
Roman approached me, took hold of my hair once again, and led me to the edge of the bed. I wondered if that was the only way I would ever walk again—guided by Roman’s fist holding my hair at the scalp.
He lowered me to the bed and released my hair. He took a few steps back and crossed his arms against his chest. “So, let’s get a couple of rules out of the way. You will remain in this room unless you are escorted out by me. There is a bathroom in here, and all food will be delivered here unless I choose to bring you to the dining room. You will remain naked from this point on. Get used to having your body belong to me. I will come here when I feel like it. It could be several times a day, or not at all. You will not question what I ask. You will not resist me in any way.” He looked toward the window. “You can try to escape, but won’t get far. Cameras are everywhere and we will catch you. You have the opportunity to walk out of here with your life if you understand and follow these rules. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Do you have any questions?”
For the first time since arriving at the manor and seeing Roman here within these walls, he seemed to soften some. His eyes were less severe and his jaw was no longer firm. I believed he truly was giving me the opportunity to ask whatever I wanted without penalty.
Drumming up some courage, I asked, “How many women are here? You didn’t tell me there would be others.”
“Depends. There are several members getting ready to marry currently,” he answered. “You and I aren’t the only bride and groom getting married.”
I paused and wondered how far I could go with the questions. I didn’t want to push too far in fear of what the consequences would be. I knew they were watching, and though I wasn’t scared of Roman, I was scared of what they would make Roman do. My hesitation must have been obvious on my face because Roman added, “Ask your questions now if you have them.”
“What will you do to me? To earn these diamonds.”
“Whatever I want.”
“Will you fuck me in front of the cameras? In front of them?”
Roman smiled, closed the distance between us, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. He took hold of my nipple and pinched. It hurt but not unbearably so. I gasped at the uninvited touch, but didn’t try to pull away.
“Would you like that, dirty girl? For me to fuck you while others watch?”
“No,” I said in not much more than a whisper.
“You lie, Cheri. I can smell your desire. I can hear the way you breathe around me. Unlike the other women forced to earn their diamonds, you seemed to enjoy what happened in the bathroom. It was far from a punishment. It was as if everything was so natural for you. It fit you. It fit you like a fucking glove. You liked that you had an audience viewing just how dirty you are.”
He pinched my nipple harder as I shook my head to try to deny the fact that, yes, my body had responded in a shocking way.
No. He was wrong.
Fuck. Was he wrong?
His smile grew as his dark eyes narrowed. “Which I’m going to enjoy. I’m going to have a good time finding an actual punishment for you. I may have to get creative.”
I pressed my thighs together to try to hide the fact that his words and biting hold of my nipple made me wet.
“Why do you all do this?” I asked. My words came out on a gasp, so I wondered if they were even clear enough to be heard. I had already asked this question, but maybe if I kept asking it, someone would finally answer and make sense out of it all.
“Old, royal blood runs deep, I guess you could say. Ultimate power and the thirst for domination never goes away,” he said in a deep and solemn voice.
His hand left my nipple, which oddly my body seemed to miss. But my longing for his touch didn’t last long because he lowered his hand between my legs and pressed past the silky folds.
I couldn’t hold back the whimper and closed my eyes in shame.
People were watching…
“Why are you wet, Cheri? Is it my words, the thought of what’s still to come, or simply the pain from my hand?”
He ran his fingertip along the wetness, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t control my breathing or the little noises of betrayal that escaped my dry lips. Just as quickly as Roman had touched my pussy, he removed his hand and took hold of my hair at the scalp again.
He yanked hard on my hair.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Not yet, dirty girl. Not yet.” He tugged harder, forcing my head back, exposing my neck as a vampire would do before feasting on his prey’s blood.
I whimpered not really out of pain but out of anticipation. My body sizzled in need, and my very core screamed for more. Every word, every touch, every single thing about Roman set my body aflame—all while viewers watched it all. I was an animal in a zoo.
An animal.
I should be screaming. I should be fighting. I should be resisting this nightmare the best I could. Instead, I welcomed it. No… I fucking craved it. I was broken. I was shattered into a million pieces and needed Roman to fix me. I needed the fix. I needed my Prince. No matter how dark he was forced to be with me.
“Stand up,” he commanded. “Stand right in front of me between my legs.”
I did as he asked, though how I stood on such weakened legs, I had no idea. My head felt light and my breathing felt tight.
“Part your cunt for me. I want to see my dirty kitty and her wet, bare pussy.”
Never imagining myself engaged in such an act like this, I did as he asked. As if I were hypnotized by the silkiness of his directions—because that was the only thing that could explain such complete madness that was raging through me—I brought my shaky fingers to my smooth pussy lips and spread them wide for his viewing… for everyone’s viewing.