“I know. Which is why I’m turning up the asshole meter.”
Alec chuckled. “Well, it’s working.
“Great. Just how I want my fiancée to see me,” I said with a smirk. I knew Cheri loved me, but she had never seen this side of me. I just hoped that her feelings for me wouldn’t change when this was all over. But then… how could they not?
“She knew what she was getting herself into, my friend. She isn’t some wilting flower who is going to break into hysterics. You know this, or you would have never asked her to earn her way into the brotherhood. And frankly,” Alec took a few steps back and smiled, “it appeared as if she may not be hating it all. I think you’ve got a little vixen on your hands.”
“She’s scared.”
Alec nodded. “Yes, but she’s also completely surrendering to you already. This is going to be much easier than you might think. You just have to stay focused and not lose your cool. You have to play along. From what I saw of Cheri, I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you.”
Sighing, I said, “Yeah, I know. I’m not good at following orders.”
“I hear you on that. But you have to. Do it for Cheri. She’s going to be able to handle everything you give her. I can see it in her. Don’t underestimate her strength.”
Chapter Sixteen
Cheri
Again and again, I awoke with a lashing. I went to bed sore from the strike of Roman’s hand on my sensitive ass. I awoke to an excruciating session with the paddle, and went to bed with the kiss of his belt once again. Over and over, the routine continued. One diamond at a time.
One excruciating earned diamond at a time.
The days were filled with other acts of submission. Long hours kneeling or standing at attention whenever, wherever, and for however long Roman felt I needed to. He touched me, but never enough. And that was the worst part. Over and over he would slap, pinch, touch parts of my body and bring me right to the edge of ecstasy, only to pull away and leave me with the worst need imaginable. Every hour my hunger for him grew. Every second my lust intensified. I dreamed of his touch, and I fantasized of the day he would finally put his cock inside of me.
But he never did.
That was my punishment.
That was my penance for the sake of The Iron Colt Brotherhood.
And oh, how I paid, suffered, and slowly earned one diamond at a time. I cried. I pleaded. I begged for more. I had no shame or pride left. I longed for Roman to be near and never leave me, and when he did leave for the night, I sobbed for hours waiting for sunlight to come, for it brought the return of my monster. My only strength was when he was near. My body craved him like a drug, and I was weak without him. So fucking weak. He was my dark prince, and he truly had mastered my body. When he said I was his—that my body was his—I’d had no idea how correct he would be.
“Are you a good girl or a bad girl?” he asked as he had grown accustomed to asking all the mornings he arrived in a new crisp suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.
“What do you want me to be?” I answered like I always did when he would take his belt and run it along my punished and upturned flesh after he spanked me.
“Today I want you to be bad. I want you to talk dirty to me so I can punish that mouth of yours.”
I turned my head just enough to see him towering over me as I was bent over the bed and gave a wicked smirk. “Fuck you, Master. Fuck you.”
We had played this game in the past. He would force me to act out just so he could punish me more severely. Often times he would have Gage record these acts for The Iron Colt Brotherhood to view more intimately and close up. He seemed to like it most when I punched or kicked, and especially when I called him names. He seemed fueled by my mock hatred of him, though we both knew it was all for show. He knew how desperate I was for more. He could see the arousal coat my pussy and dampen my inner thighs. He would wipe at my tears of frustration as my stomach tightened and cramped from a growing need for release never to be granted. He would make promises that if I was a good girl, that maybe someday I would get a taste of my Master’s cock.
I wanted a taste so badly.
I wasn’t sure how many days, or how many nights passed, but Roman had changed the woman I once was. He broke down my walls and left me wide open for the taking. My battle scars were left without bandages, and Roman only opened the wounds wider.
“You have a filthy mouth, my soon to be bride,” he said as he walked toward my bathroom.
I held my position bent over the bed, schooled in what would happen if I acted on my own free will without permission.
“I think it’s time I teach you what happens to girls with dirty, filthy mouths,” he said as he disappeared from my sight.
My pussy throbbed at the warning in his voice. I had no idea what he had in store, and though I was sure parts of me would hate every moment of what Roman had planned for this morning’s session, other more sinful parts of me would love every torturous second of his evil ministrations to my body, mind, and soul.
“Kneel,” he commanded as he reentered the bedroom with something fisted in his hand, and a glass of water in the other.
I quickly did as he asked, licking my lips in anticipation of what was to come. A chance to earn more diamonds. Diamonds that I had long lost count of. I no longer paid my penance for diamonds. No. I paid my penance for Roman. For the one day he would deem me worthy of his cock being buried inside of me again, making me come and cry out his name.
There was a time in my life, I would have screamed and shouted at any woman who would submit to a man. Especially to a man as strict and severe as Roman. But I no longer cared. Rules of society had ceased existing the minute I walked through the doors of the manor. Life as it once was no longer existed for me. My nightmare had become a fantasy, and my fantasies had become this nightmare.
Obviously, this was the goal of The Iron Colt Brotherhood.
“It’s time your Master teaches you a lesson,” he said as he stood before me, placed the water by my knees as well as a bar of soap, and unfastened his pants. When his hard cock popped out from its constraints, he said, “It’s time I clean that mouth of yours out.”
I stared at his cock in awe. It was thick, big, and hard—hard for me.
“I want you to wet my cock with your tongue, then rub the bar of soap all over it.”
When I didn’t move fast enough, still processing his words in my foggy brain, he took hold of his dick and slapped it across my face. He then pressed his cock past my lips before I had a chance to do it of my own free will, though willing I was. I moved my head up and down, swirling my tongue as I did so, savoring the taste of my prince.
“Get it nice and wet,” he said huskily.
He took hold of my hair and guided my head at a speed he chose. Up and down, I sucked and softly moaned against his cock. I licked every inch I could, not wanting one inch of his length missed. I all but devoured him. His salty taste and the essence of his manhood flooding my senses, I coated his throbbing sex entirely.
“Now grab that bar of soap by you and coat my cock. It’s time I wash your mouth out with soap, naughty girl.”
“Yes, Master,” I said as my pussy ached for attention.