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(Triggers: dub/con & abuse) Master wakes me up by sliding into me, and I quickly look around for my Mistress, "She's taking our son to school, so I needed to be inside you, Ari." "Dario..." "Yes...mm?" His thrusts become faster. "We shouldn't. If Mistress finds out...." "If I want to fuck you, I will fuck you. If Greta finds out, then I will deal with it. She shouldn't have dangled you in front of me, and she sure as hell shouldn't have started sharing you with me." His tone is laced with annoyance, and the last thing I want is to anger either of them, so all I do is nod and let him have his way. His mouth comes down and covers one of my piercings, causing me pain. He knows they aren't healed and that he shouldn't be sucking or licking them, but again, neither of them really cares if it bothers me. I find it funny that he was professing his love for me just yesterday, and now he's taking what he wants and not caring. "Please, Master, it hurts!" I finally cry
MERRICK I've never seen Knox this fucked up before, and I'm not talking about the intoxicated kind of fucked up. No, he's beside himself with worry over Aria; he hasn't eaten since he received the package with the note and photos. It became worse when Donato postponed lending us his men until tomorrow. I can't stand by and do nothing, so I call my old friends from my fight days, and I am able to wrangle up twenty men; that brings our numbers up from thirteen to thirty-three. My guys are the rough sort you don't want to mess with, so seventy-five to thirty-three odds aren't so bad. Then again, Jory is our numbers guy, and he will probably say I'm crazy. I knock at Knox's office door and then walk in. He's standing at the window, watching what, I don't know, but then he lifts a glass to his lips and sips on some whisky. Glancing at my watch, I see it's not even noon. I shake my head, go over to the couch, and sit down, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I stare at my best fri
I can hear all kinds of commotion outside my room, but I don't pay it any mind. My back is on fire, and even though Master has cared for my back personally and given me painkillers, it's not helping all that much. Master and Mistress refuse to provide me with any candy because it's just a temporary high, and it would take too much to keep me in a state where my back doesn't hurt. Mistress refuses more because she wants me to learn my lesson for my actions, which I had no choice in, but she knows nothing of that. Tears leak out every time I try to move, so I lay on my stomach and stay as still as possible. I'm just about to sleep when the door to my room bangs open, jerking me awake and, in the process, causing pain to slice through my back, but I don't dare cry out. When I lift my head, I start to believe that I'm still sleeping and must be dreaming. Merrick stands before my cage, smiling my favorite smile of his, "Hello, Baby Doll. Are you ready to go home?" This can't be!
I never thought I would feel the splatter of blood hit my face, but then again, I never thought I would ever kill someone. Do I feel remorse? No. Do I feel sick to my stomach? No. I don't feel anything as I drop the gun and walk away from my Mistress's hanging corpse. "NO!" The Mafia Kingpin roars as tears slip out of the corners of his eyes. I guess evil humans still have some emotions, but not like I care. Nor do I care when he turns his rage on me and tries breaking free from the hands holding him. "Take him over and hang him beside his wife," I say in a tone void of emotion. It takes all three of my guys to drag him over and get him in a second pair of cuffs. I watch as Moretti stares at his wife, now dead by my hand and her own making. He cries but only briefly until anger takes over once again. I don't know what's come over me, but I enjoy this more than I should. I open the cover to the pendant and rub more of the drug onto my gums. I don't miss Knox and Merr
KNOX "It hurts, Knox. It hurts so bad!" Aria sniffles as she straddles my lap on the way back home. I've called my friend, who will meet us at the house to examine Aria's back. I pray it will heal without too much scarring, but I think that may be wishful thinking on my part. I want nothing more than to bring those fuckers back to life just so I can kill them again, slowly. "I know, baby. As soon as we get home, Jory will give you one of his painkillers, and then we will clean you up and put you in bed for the doctor to look at." I caress her head and press my lips to her temple, "I'm so happy to have you back in my arms, Aria. I will take care of you, baby." She pulls back and looks deep into my eyes, "You're not disgusted with me?" There is a tightening in my chest as I grimace at her question, not understanding why she's even asking me this, "Why would I be, baby?" She turns her gaze away, refusing to look at me as she curls her lip, "Because I've been used.
JORY “You really love my daughter, don’t you?” Melody asks as she emerges from the bathroom and sees me sitting on the bed, caressing Aria’s head. I don’t need to look her way when I answer her with a nod, “Yeah, I really do. She’s the first woman who has ever dug her way into my heart without even trying.” A small smile creeps up on my lips. I finally turn toward the older woman, “It was never supposed to be this way. Merrick and I were only helping Knox out, but suddenly, she was picking the lock that I’ve always kept around my heart.” “That’s Aria for you,” Melody states as she stares at her daughter’s sleeping form, “She’s always had a way about her, and she never even knew it. Knox saw it all those years ago, and I knew they would be together one day. This was before he was made to leave, though.” “Yeah, life sometimes sucks,” I say but then gaze back down at our beautiful girl, “But sometimes it has to suck for it to right itself again. It’s funny how fate works s
MERRICK Jory’s ass feels way too good as I pound into him. It’s not Aria’s sweet cunt, but I wasn’t lying when I said he’s the next best thing. Giving him what he wants, I reach around and begin to stroke him in time with my thrusts, and in no time, we are both coming. It’s not a one-and-done kind of night, but we take a little break after our second round. I watch as my best friend strolls to his dresser and pulls out a joint from his little stash that he keeps for stressful situations. I usually don’t touch the stuff, but I think it may be just what I need tonight. “Pass it here,” I tell him after he lights it. He freezes and gawks at me because usually, I lecture him about smoking the shit even though he doesn’t do it often, “Whoa, who are you, and what did you do with Merrick?” I roll my eyes at him, “Just give me the fucking thing, will you!” “It’s going to cost you...” He smirks. I grab him by the hair and kiss him hard, sucking on his tongue before nibbling
Time. That is what it will take to feel some semblance of my old self again, but I’m determined to get my life back. After a week of being back home, the withdrawals have lessened thanks to the meds that the doctor prescribed me. Those were the worst, and even though it’s going to take a little while to be completely over the drug that the Moretti’s used on me, I can now function like a normal person, with only a few cravings here and there. I am up and walking around once again. My back is still tender, but only in the areas where the slashes went deep and needed to be glued together. Until I am one hundred percent better, I am not to continue with my everyday routine as I had before. This upsets me more than one would think, so I address it at breakfast this morning as soon as all my guys are at the table. “Can we discuss what you told me about not submitting or continuing with my submissive role?” The looks on their faces when I ask are unreadable. Knox is the first to r