DymondHe slams his palm on my naked ass with unforgiving force.I howl in shock and pain. My mouth falls open, eyes wide. I cannot believe that a man could take advantage of a woman this way, with no fear of the consequences. Would there even be consequences?He was untouchable. “That hurts! That hurts!” I cry, trying to push myself off the leather couch. “This is just the beginning, little pet.” He rolls the sleeves of his silk shirt up his strong, veiny forearms. His eyes are filled with perverse heat. “I wish you could see the marks beginning to form on this soft skin. Just as red as I like it.” “You have to be mentally ill! Let go of me!” “I don't expect you to break easily. I will thoroughly enjoy teaching you to behave. You are under my roof now, Dymond, your life is mine. Now, take your spanking and entertain me with your screams.”His hand slaps my ass again, hard.I let out a squealing breath, feeling the flesh jiggle with each spank. It feels obscene. “I didn't mean to
DymondThere is a man on the phone, offering me the opportunity I have been fighting for for the past few days.A chance to escape this freak billionaire, Nile Garres, and get as far away from Los Angeles as possible, before Greg, my stalker ex-boyfriend catches up to me. And trust me, he always does. “Who are you and why should I trust you?” I say to the phone. “Because you need help, and I'm offering it to you. Of course, it's your choice. But if you do want to escape that house right now, follow my instructions. Every single step of the way. Do you understand, Dymond?”My heart races as I contemplate my answer. This just seems too sketchy. First someone sneaks into this bedroom to place this phone here, so I can receive this call. From the sound of it, the security or staff are not even aware of it.If anyone can just sneak in, what is stopping Greg from sneaking in here to murder me in my sleep?My body trembles just remembering when he had attacked me at the train station. He
Dymond “Trevor Kazimir.” I say, stumbling slightly over the Russian pronunciation.After a beat I shrug. “Is that name supposed to ring a bell? And who the hell calls themselves the Boogeyman, like? What are you, the devil?”I watch anger raze through his face, shutting down the smug expression that once sat there.He grabs my chin hard, yanking my face up so our eyes clash. My defiant green ones to his pale blue ones. “Don't get smart with me, redhead. I might be tempted to punish you, just like your master likes. Is your ass still sore?”My entire face turns red with shame. He continues cruelly, enjoying my obvious discomfort, “Rather, is your pussy still sore?” “You bastard.” Humiliation colors my tone. I don't even bother to wonder how he knows about that. Trevoh laughs, “Nile is a pervert. Steals a girl from the hospital, locks her up in his house for his own debased interests. I am sure you would want to teach him a lesson for violating you like that.”My eyebrows furrow
NileLoud, painful screams echo through the dark silent night followed by heavy punches and the cracking of bones.I sit at a corner veiled by shadows as I watch with a plain expression on my face, my eyes fixated on the victim in front of me as he lets out painful groans.Presently, I'm located at the underground quarters of the mansion where my guards are keeping a suspect of Dymonds attack. Since she refused to tell.me who the fuck was after her, I was fishing out suspects myself to beat the truth out of them.The stench of blood and sweat fills the room. The guards look as determined as ever not to disappoint me as they rain down merciless blows on the suspect.The suspect pleads for mercy amidst the torture but my fierce bodyguards shuts him up with relentless punches and hits. My eyes remain fixed as I stare at the scene before me with an unreadable expression.The suspect screams only get louder and as if inspired by silence, my guards continue to give the suspect VIP treatment
NileIn a few minutes we arrive at a casino, knowing the bastard we came for, a casino is the best bet at where he'll be. Before going in, I tell some of my men to wait out as I proceed to go in. As expected the casino is filled with a lot of rich and powerful individuals but I couldn't care less. As I move around I can feel people stare all over me but that is the least of my concern at the moment.I spot that familiar messy black hair sitting in a corner gambling, I walk over to the table and almost immediately all the ladies around him leave.“Well, well to what do I owe the honor.” the figure said and slowly turned the chair to face me. I'm met with deep green eyes staring back at me with all intensity.“Trevoh.” I say while clenching my fists hard. It took all my willpower to stop me from strangling him right there.“So you came to gamble with me.” Trevoh says with a bemused expression on his face. Every second I spend around him is suffocating.“You know damn well why I'm here
DymondIt's been two weeks since I was abducted by TrevohThey were filled with sore bruises and pain. Not only that, but I was filled with regret for ever putting myself in such a situation.I was stupid.Still, it was a good morning. I open my eyes to the bright shimmering rays streaming from the window blinds. I blink my eyes a few times and slowly sit up, I stretch my arms out wide and let out a yawn. I feel completely rejuvenated, all the pain and fatigue in my body, completely disappeared.I step out of the bed and walk to the window admiring the beauty of the view before me. I hear a knock from the door making me turn around.“Come in.” The door slowly opens to reveal a lady dressed in a chef's attire and a man behind her. The man steps forward and it happens to be Joe.“Good morning Miss Hilary, hope you had a delightful night's rest.” Joe says with a smile on his face.“I guess.” Joe nods lightly and the lady staff walks over to the table and drops a tray of food.“We thou
Dymond“What is this?” I gape at the pieces of fabric spread out in front of me.“Your outfit for tonight, Miss Hilary.” Ava clasped her hands softly, “Mr. Garres picked this specifically for you. The hairstylist is waiting outside so she can come fix up your hair, it looks really wild and unkempt right now. So, you should change immediately, he's waiting.”“I'm not wearing this.” I raise the dress with two fingers, my lips curling in disgust. “What am I? A slut? And, what did you just say about my hair? Wild? Unkempt? You're right. I'd prefer if it remained that way, if only just to piss that entitled bastard off.”“Miss—”“Who else do you have waiting for me outside? A makeup artist to paint me with fifty pounds of makeup, trying to transform me into one of his whores?” I throw the flimsy excuse of a dress on the bed and turn to face her, “I saw the kinds of women he surrounds himself with, back at that hell hole of a party. I saw the eight women draped over him, and I am nothing li
DymondHis skin is so perfectly tan, and beautiful, that I have to pull my eyes away with strong effort.My stomach begins churning with nervousness when he strides into the room, with the outfit bunched in one fist.“Put this on. Don't make me wait.” He throws it on my lap.I bristle, “No.”“Kitten. You must love getting punished, that's why you keep defying me.” He slowly begins to unbutton his sleeves, biting his bottom lip in a way that was unbelievably hot. “Don't worry, I love punishing you too.”“I don't want to go anywhere with you.” I start to panic, “why won't you just let me go? I promise you'll never set your eyes on me again!”“You're my pet. You go everywhere your master goes.” He croons, “I'll put the dress on you myself. Take off your robe before I tear it off you. I've been wondering what you look like completely naked, I'll find out now, I believe.”I get up from the couch in horror, but he steps right in front of me, blocking my escape.His face is set in a cool expr
DymondThe doctor is an elderly man, who is a bit too agile for his age. Asides the grey hair meticulously slicked back, and the fine wrinkles on his skin, one would think he’s twenty years younger.“Everything has been prepared, Mr. Garres.” He stands by the door, bowing slightly to that asshole. “Miss Dymond can come with me now.”“No.” I snap from where I stood in the corner. “You're not touching me!”Nile sighs wearily, rubbing his thumb between his eyebrows. The arrogant fucker is still shirtless, despite the fact that there is a little crowd now gathered in the room. Two guards, the doctor, and him.“Carry her.” He orders.The guards immediately approach me, with intent. I scream, and start to throw random objects and pillows at them. They effortlessly dodge, and in no time, I'm gently lifted into the air. I try to squirm, aiming my fingers next at the face closest me.“Don't worry, Miss, you're in safe hands.” The guard blocks my hand from gouging out his eyes, giving me a reas
DymondThe last thing I remember is puking my guts out over the toilet. Isabella held my hair back, muttering something about me taking some kind of test. I blacked out after that.“Awake now?” A rough voice booms from the darkness in the room.I bolt upright, and the lights come on, illuminating the room… and the man reclined on the couch opposite the bed. I am back in “my” bedroom, with Nile boring holes into my head. I open my mouth to demand an explanation for his creepy behavior, but those words die a premature death on my tongue.Said tongue is suddenly dry. Why? Well—the hunk of a man is half-naked.I keep forgetting how huge he is. Mostly because his mere presence is overwhelming and intimidating enough, it distracts from how more giant he is than human. And not even in a gross, bodybuilder kind of way —not that there's anything wrong with them— but in a toned, Greek god kind of huge. I must look like a frail Victorian child next to him.All sculpted muscles, lean, flat abs and
NileMother gets up from her seat, smiling like she did not just drop a bombshell.“Come on in, dear.” She gestures towards the door at the far end of the hall.The door opens, and a young woman appears. It strikes me how familiar she is. Tall, slender body in a demure white dress. Her hair is pin-straight, and blond. I remember how they felt between my fingers. How I lost myself for hours with those legs wrapped around my shoulders.I know that face. I know that woman. I know how she destroyed me.“I'm sure you remember Amelia Hawthorne, son.” Anthony says with a jovial smile, “Her father and I have come a long way, and she has the qualities any man would want in a wife. You used to be very close and fond of each other. It is only appropriate that you two make a splendid married couple.”“Hello, everyone. It's an honor to be invited to your beautiful home.” Amelia leans in to embrace Mother. Her sharp dark eyes soon rest on me, a smile playing on her red lips. “It's good to see you a
Dymond“And this is another one of your whores, I presume.” I nearly choke on the piece of steak in my mouth. Slowly, I look up to meet the stare of Madam Anita Giles, Nile’s mother. Her facial features are as sharp as a hawk’s and from the derisive curve of her lips, it is obvious she isn't pleased by my presence.The feeling is mutual.“Mother.” Nile’s voice is so cold, colder than I ever heard it. “I suggest you mind your words. She is none of your business.”“Are you threatening your mother?” His father, Anthony Giles, asks. “I think it's disrespectful enough that you keep showing up with different women the few times you show up here.”I stare sideways at Nile, feeling a pool of nausea in my belly. I mean, I know he has a whole ass harem of whores. I know he is nothing but a rake. A promiscuous womanizer. A whore of a man who takes advantage of his wealth to hypnotize women into his sinful lifestyle.But hearing it from his own family makes me sick.“Anthony.” Nile faces him, “D
DymondMy door is violently pushed open, hitting the wall with a bang. I barely react, pulling the bed covers tighter over myself. I do not want to see anyone, especially him, after the crazy events of the previous night. My mind is still reeling, how I went from being abused by my ex-boyfriend, to now being kept prisoner by an entitled billionaire.He kissed me.My entire body shivers. No, that wasn't just a kiss. He devoured me, in a dark, relentless way that I never experienced before. In front of others. And I hate how good it made me feel.Footsteps approach the bed, and from the heavy presence filling up the room, I don't need to guess who it is.“I will not tolerate any petulant behavior from you, kitten.” Nile’s silky baritone caresses my ears. “I was told you've refused to eat.”“I will eat when you let me go. I'm tired of this circus of a lifestyle, and I definitely don't want to be around you.”The sheets are yanked off me in a second, leaving me curled in a fetal position
NileWhat the fuck have I done?With ice filling my veins, I watch my pet twitch and moan under me, lost under the waves of her orgasm. The sounds come rushing back. The moans of the people in the hall, the fucking and cumming.I forgot about them, when my focus was on Dymond. Shit. I never wanted to go this far. Not yet. She isn't ready.Slowly, I lift myself off her. The front of my pants is slick with her juices, and her sweet pink pussy is still exposed and quivering.“Fuck.” I mutter under my breath, turning away from her.My raging erection is nearly painful, and I smell of her pussy, her sweet scent. But slowly, anger is bubbling within me, because I lost control. This is supposed to be a punishment for her, but I let my own sinful fucking desires override my judgement.Grinding my jaw, I grab the hookah on the table and drag in a long inhale. The tingling steam soothes the tension in my shoulders, before rushing out of my nostrils in a long exhale.“What…what the hell did you j
DymondHis fingers slip through the fabric, and penetrates.I let out a cry, grabbing his forearm at the intrusion. He does not let out, stroking his long, big fingers inside me so skillfully, that an involuntary moan tears out of me.I can not believe this is happening.He bends over me, traps my head under his chest, and fingers me to oblivion. I feel the eyes of his guests watching my pussy get penetrated, probably touching themselves and fucking from the shared pleasure.“Oh god…!” I gasp, panicking, “Nile…!”“Master. That is what you address me as. Don't make that mistake again.”His strokes into my cunt grow fervent, faster, hungrier. A growl escapes him, and next thing I know, he's grabbing my collar, pulling me up to be consumed by a ravaging, wild kiss. I have no way to process everything all at once, as that mouth devoured me, hungrily. A proper kiss, this time, with his tongue rolling in, and desecrating every part of me. He snatches his mouth away, only to spit into mine.
DymondIs that a man slurping wine from between a woman's thighs?I have no idea, because my head is spinning in all ways possible. How many hours has it been? Three? Four? It is hard to keep track of time, when the insufferable rake behind me keeps forcing wine down my throat. It does not help that the damn poison tastes like heaven.“Tipsy already? That was only the second glass, pet.” His diabolical voice ripples against my skin, “Who knew you're such a lightweight.”“Y…you fuckerrr!..” I try to glare at him, but turning my head seems to take too much effort now. “I don't…want any more w-wine…!”I let out a hiccup, and his hand rests on my back, rubbing soothingly.“Alright, kitten. You're far more relaxed now. Didn't I say the wine would help?”That makes me tense up again. A sudden flush of anger blazes through the haze of tipsiness clouding my thoughts. With all my strength, I push myself around to face him, swinging my hand, and aiming for his face. Maybe a damn slap would conve
DymondHe releases the collar, and I burst out panting, feeling lightheaded.“Um…please come in, Mr. Garres.” Dana cut in, like what she just witnessed, is normal. “You have the best spot in the entire building, as usual.”“Of course.” Nile strides after her, and I follow, wrapping my arms over my chest self-consciously.Inside the building, is a large dome filled with dim, sexual lights. Bodies are stretched out in lounges, glowing skin, glittering skin, kissing and touching each other sensually. The music is soft and sexual, vibrating through my barely-clad figure.A dancer is rolling on a dais, completely naked, with her wet hair sticking to her skin.Most of the audience, however, shifts their attention from her to us, as Dana ushers Nile in. Their eyes are filled with varying gleams of lust, admiration and even jealousy. Many of them even stare at the collar around my neck as if they wish they would be tugged around like this by Nile.Frowning, I cover as much of my exposed body a