They’re all like this. Every woman who’s been brought here. All of them hoping I’ll be their knight in shining armor. And every single time, I break their dreams into pieces. I know I’ll do the same to the woman before me, but when her lips are on mine, I think of a future with her, one where I save her from the wolves. One in which she’s mine completely, not just on loan from the real man she’ll end up with.
I break the kiss, shaking my head to get the thought and taste of her out of it. My cock is throbbing relentlessly between my legs and the girl is reaching forward through the bars, attempting to touch my face.
“Help me.”
Her voice is cracked and desperate as she tries to grab me.
“Please, get me out of here. I’m hungry, I’m tired, I’m scared. Help me. He’s going to hurt me.”
I grab her by the wrists and pull her back in. This time, I don’t kiss her. I merely inhale her sweet scent of dirty vanilla. My head spins and I fight with myself not to show it.
Usually, I wouldn’t speak to any of the captives this fast, but this time I can’t help myself.
“Sit back,” I order. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out for me.”
I don’t know why, but she obeys. It makes me question whether or not she really is as disobedient as she’s been portrayed to be by my uncle.
The thought of Xavier hits me like a freight train and I stifle a groan, watching the dark-haired beauty kneel for me with her mouth open. Tentatively, her pink tongue pokes out and my cock leaks into my boxers at the sight of her. But the image is fucked up, distorted now. All I can think of are my uncle’s disgusting hands all over this creature.
I pull my zipper down, picking myself up from the floor.
I take out my cock, holding it out for her as I mutter, “Suck.”
Her breaths are shallow and steady and she obediently crawls forward, opening her mouth and wrapping it around my cockhead. I’m shocked by her obedience, the fearful way she does everything she’s told, as if she already knows all too well what would happen if she didn’t. This one has been punished before. Badly, if I had to guess.
But all those thoughts are soon forgotten as she sucks my cock deeper into her mouth, hungrily choking on my cock and instantly making a mess of us both. There’s something electric between us, an attraction I don’t understand, perhaps an invisible thread tying us to one another. I can barely control myself. All I want is to drag the woman out of her cage and watch her come for me a thousand times until she’ll willingly call me Master.
The thought of Xavier is the only thing spoiling the fantasy.
“Fuck,” I mutter, pulling out of her delicate mouth.
It’s all happening so fast. And while she is obedient, I now understand my uncle’s problem. This one is independent. She obeys because she knows it’s good for her, but behind firmly closed lips, her mind ticks sharply, making it impossible to be a step ahead of her.
She’s not a woman you can own. Something I know my uncle wants.
I smirk to myself. This must drive him insane.
“From today on,” I tell her. “You do not have a name. If you try to use it, you will be punished. You’re merely a toy here. Do you understand?”
Her breaths slow down, and she nods, quiet. She’s listening now, her sharp mind already trying to work a way out of this mess.
“You’re here because your husband has not been happy with your service.”
Her shoulders jump at the word husband, and it makes me painfully curious about her opinion of my uncle. But I can’t ask her that - it would betray me for who I am, that Xavier and I are related. It’s better for both me and the toy if she remains clueless about my connection to the man she married.
“When was the last time you came?”
She bites her lower lip, trembling even though I can tell she’s trying to stay strong. When her voice comes through, it’s soft and determined at the same time.
“Five days ago.”
“You will not come again. Not while you’re here.”
Her lips tremble, but she doesn’t react more than that. Seems like the loss of her orgasms isn’t such a big deal for her, and it’s just as well, because I’m going to teach her to cherish each one.
“Who are you?” she demands, but a sliver of genuine curiosity shines through, making me smile.
“I’m the man who’s going to do what your husband couldn’t,” I tell her. “I’m going to break you, turn you into a good little toy for him. I’ll make you meek. Obedient. Like a pretty kitten being petted in his lap. Would you like that?”