Alex walks to the bar counter and pours him a drink and takes a long sip of it and closes his eyes and crack his neck. Rosie is now lying on the floor while tears from her eyes keep on falling nonstop. Suddenly Alex starts chuckling, he puts his drink glass on the counter and look at her and starts laughing loudly. She slowly looks at him and wipes her face with the back of her hand and sits up. “You don’t know what you’re starting Rosie, I’m warning you don’t mess with me. This won’t be good for you I will send you away and never call you to see me. That’s all he needed to say, his words hit her like a truck she gets on her fours and crawls to him and sits at his feet and stares up at him. “Don’t please don’t send me away, I can’t survive without you I will die if I don’t get to feel your touch. I need you and I know you need me too.” She smiles through her pain and tries to hold the tears that are threatening to fall.
“Oh no! No! I don’t need you! I can get a woman like you any time I want. Don’t you be in that misconception my dear.” He laughs and finishes his drink. “I know, I know you don’t need me, but I need you.” She whispers surrendering herself to him. Alex feels a sense of power and he likes it; he likes it every single time. He needs to be on control all his life his father controlled over him, his father made all his life decisions. He never had any control over his life but now he is completing that desire of his to have some control by fully controlling Rosie.
"Open up, and stick out your tongue out." He commands and forces his hardness in her mouth without even waiting for her to do as he asked for. She tries not to gag as he goes further deep down her throat making her bury his nose on his lower abs. She holds onto his muscular thighs tightly as she starts to suffocate. He pulls out right before, she feels like she will pass out. He knows her body well; too well for his own good."Look at you drooling over my touch, you nasty girl." He chuckles as tears run down her eyes and she swallows thickly, to get rid of the dry feeling from her throat, to go away. He gives her no time and thrusts in her mouth again and starts thrusting her mouth. She moves her mouth along with his thrusts and tries to lick him as much as possible."Oh shit doll, your mouth is so hot." He moans biting down his lower lip showing her, his front tooth that is a little crooked. She bobs her head back and forth fast feeling him twitch in her mouth. "Oh yeah just like that." He moans throwing his head back holding her head in place while thrusting down her throat. She gags on him and tries to pull away but he keeps holding her head and keeps on thrusting in her mouth faster and bursts out his hot juices in her mouth, with a loud moan of her name.
Rosie chokes and starts coughing, causing it to spill around her mouth. "Oh no! Are you spilling? Gosh you're wasting everything, you’re being really bad." He says looking at her, as she quickly swallows the rest and licks around her mouth."Good girl, but you did waste some and you know daddy doesn't like it right? So, what should daddy do hmm? Let me think, daddy should punish you, right?" He chuckles and walks to the suite's closet where he keeps all his toys. She keeps looking his way like a lost puppy; she sees him go through the closet and gulps down feeling a little nervous. After a while, he comes back with a smug look on his face."Oh, you love these." He says dangling the nipple clamps in front of her. No! She absolutely hates them, they hurt so badly. He knows her breasts are sensitive, yet he keeps on torturing her. Her breasts are already sore and in pain as her periods are due soon. There’s no way she can take them, at least not today.
"No, please I can't today." She begs to him, but he ignores her and walks behind her and unhooks her bra and slides it off her body, making her breasts perk up. "God they look bigger than the last time." He says and squeezes them hard.
"Ahhh!!" She screams out feeling immense pain, her eyes tears up more, making her vision go blurry. They feel so sore and sensitive; he twists and pinches her nipple as she squirms around in pain. He attaches both the clamps on her nipple, making her cry out in pain. "Please they hurt."She cries out, letting her tears fall."No mercy doll." He says and makes her stand and turns her around.A hard slap lands on her ass making her bend forward. He grabs her waist and hoists it up making her ass stick up towards him. He spits on her entrance and rubs it. "No no no!! UGH—!!! She gets cut off as he holds a vibrator against her bundle of nerves. She screams and cries out at the sensation; her whole body feels nothing but pain. He waits no more and lines his hardness on her entrance and enters her hard. She screams out as another shock of pleasure goes straight to the pit of her stomach. "Please." She begs as he starts pounding in her in an animalistic pace.
He squeezes her breasts from behind causing her to squeeze her eyes and throw her head back groaning."Yeah scream for me!" He groans in her ear.
Loud skin slapping noises fill up the room, only her screams and his muffled groans can be heard. She feels her high approaching, her whole body starts shaking and sobs of protest comes out of her mouth, as she comes undone around his hardness."Did I tell you to finish yet doll?!" He growls in her ear and pulls her hair to make her arch her back."No—ugh!" She yelps in pain due to the overwhelming pleasure. He grunts in her ear and sucks on her neck and bites down on it. Every one of his thrusts starts to hurt more and more. She feels him drop the vibrator that he was holding against her. She moans starting to feel light in her head, he pulls out and comes in front of her and pulls her up. She stands in front of him and leans completely on his body as her body has given up on her.Alex picks her up and puts her on his shoulder like a rag doll and walks to the bed and drops her on it. She lays there on her stomach and after a while feels the bed shift. She feels him behind her and feels him slowly wrap his arms around my waist and pull her up, to make her go on her fours. "God I love it, the marks on your skin look so beautiful." He hisses entering her again making her scream out his name.
"I can't anymore please!" She screams loudly shaking due to the overstimulation."Beg!" He groans as she feels his hardness twitch inside her. Rosie starts to clench around him to help him get to his release faster, so that he could stop the torture on her. It starts to work and he starts moaning her name while his thrusts start to get sloppier. "Please! Please" She screams moaning trying really hard to clench on him as tightly as possible."Oh y—yeah! Ahh" He growls."Yes daddy please! Please!" She screams at the top of her lungs as she feels his juices burst in her.They lay on the bed in each other’s warm embrace; it feels like they are one. He lies on top of her breathing heavily, she tries to calm her breathing, her eyes are closed; lips parted. Suddenly, it goes away, he pulls out of her and pushes her away from him and stands up. Opening her eyes she stares at him sidewise, still laying flat on her stomach. He grabs a towel and walks in the bathroom, without sparing her a glance. She closes her eyes and starts falling asleep due to tiredness.After a while
Suddenly, it feels like to her as if someone has ripped the floor from beneath her feet. Nothing makes sense to her, she only knew him, he was her first and she wanted him to be her last. Why is he doing this all of a sudden? She has been adamant before, it’s not that surprising; she gets needy for him, when he has been extra harsh on her. He knows it too, but suddenly why is he changing? Did he find someone else? Is someone else more giving to him?“Did you find someone else?” She slowly looks up at him and slowly stands up.“I won’t tell you no for anything, I won’t ask for anything else. Please don’t end this.” She begs to him.
It has been a few months since the last time Rosie saw Alex, that day when he left the hotel room, she stayed in that room for week all alone. When she came out of the room she had lost a significant amount of weight and her body was weaker than ever. Her life changed completely; there was no purpose of her life anymore.She continued her day to day routine, but she wasn’t the same like she was before. It’s as if she is dead on the inside, she has lost all hope. Tragic stuck once again, when her father died a few days ago, her mother was already dead; she died during her birth. Her entire life her father hated her because of that, he always called her; her mother’s murderer.And now her died father as well, she is an orphan, no one is there whom she can call her family. Whatever her father did to her, yet she could at least say he is alive
Jake lives in a small apartment building, which is surprisingly very near to the Anderson Corporation building. They get in the elevator and stand in complete silence in there while the elevator goes up to the 4th floor. Once it stops he gets out, yet again without lending her a hand to carry her luggages. Such a jerk he is, she rolls her eyes and slowly gets out of the elevator. He unlocks his apartment door and walks in, she follows him in with her luggages and looks around. It is a small apartment but it somehow has a very homey feel to it. The cozy looking couch is the only thing that is in the small living room, along with a flat screen.
Jake became really excited when the brownies were ready; both of them ate the brownies as he wanted, with middle pieces and served with chocolate chip ice cream. Rosie never tried it with ice cream, but she was mesmerized after taking the first bite. He has introduced her to something that now she won’t let go that easily, that’s for sure. After having the brownies with him, she walks in the bedroom and goes through her side of the closet, to look for a nice decent dress.Well most of her dresses are a little provocative and they display on too much skin, just the way Alex liked it. She pulls out some of the dresses from the back of the closet and stares at them. Every one of them was given to her by him. Not even one of them was bought
Rosie doesn’t know what to say to him, a part of her knows that it’s lying; she needs to come clean to him before Alex says something. That will just make her look bad in his eyes."What do you mean?" She looks at him."You and Alex, you guys know each other?" He asks sitting down on the bed.Shestares at him not knowing what to say to him. Did Alex tell him about them? Why is he all of sudden asking her this?"I just felt a weird energy in between you two that's why I asked." He adds lighting a cigarette.She looks away from him as he blows the smoke in the air. He only smokes when he's thinking something. And she knows exactly what he is thinking. Should she tell him? She f
Rosie comes back to her senses and slowly moves her face to the side sobbing loudly. He chuckles seeing her and slowly holds her face and makes her look at him."Please don't I don't want this anymore." She chokes out looking at him.He caresses her face with his index finger and slowly brushes off the tears."I suddenly feel more possessive towards you; I can't see someone else touch you." He whispers leaning to her and kisses her temple resting his forehead on it."I can't be your toy anymore please, I beg you it hurts when you treat me that way. When you ignored me like I don't exist sometimes it feels like I really don't exist." She says closing her eyes, melting to his touch.He says nothing and cups her face and kisses the side of her right eye and goes down to her lips and kisses it's corner.
She got in a cab and headed towards Jake’s apartment. She doesn’t know what he is going to say. Her mind keeps on running off to him; his face, how hurt he looked. She did him wrong, she should have told him everything beforehand. A part of her is scared just thinking what his reaction will be. This is it; she needs to face it no matter what. There’s no running away from it anymore.The cab stops in front of his apartment building, she sits in silence in the cab for a while and she looks at the building from inside the cab it looks all dark and gloomy. Is it just her imagination or is it her guilt that is showing her these things. She pays the cab driver and gets in the building apartment. She gets in the apartment using the key she has and slowly looks around for Jake. Her eyes fall on his figure; he is sitting on the couch with his eyes locked on the tv sc
The months following Rosie and Alex’s tentative reconciliation were marked by cautious optimism. Alex continued his therapy, both physical and psychological, and the changes in him were undeniable. He was becoming a better version of himself, the man Rosie had fallen in love with but never truly known.Rosie, too, was healing. Her relationship with Ryan grew stronger, though they kept it platonic out of respect for the complex emotions involved. She spent time at the mansion with Alex, helping him through his rehabilitation while maintaining her life at the cottage with Ryan.One evening, Rosie found herself at the mansion, sitting across from Alex in the study. The room, once filled with tension and resentment, now felt different—warmer, more hopeful."Rosie," Alex began, breaking the comfortable silence. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About everything we’ve been through."Rosie nodded, her heart pounding. "And what have you concluded?""I want to make things right," Alex said,
Rosie and Ryan's departure left a palpable emptiness in the mansion. The echo of their absence hung in the air, a constant reminder to Alex of his crumbling world. Alone in his study, Alex stared out the window, his mind a tumult of anger, regret, and a desperate longing to change.He knew he had pushed Rosie too far, driven by his insecurities and fear of losing her. Now, he was left with the wreckage of his own making, but amidst the desolation, a small flicker of resolve began to take root.Days turned into weeks, and Alex found himself grappling with his emotions in solitude. He attended his physical therapy sessions with a renewed determination, driven not just by the desire to regain his strength but by the need to prove to himself and to Rosie that he could change.Dr. Emily Hart noticed the shift in Alex's demeanor during their sessions. He was less hostile, more focused, and increasingly open to her guidance. "You're doing great, Alex," she said one morning, as he completed a
Despite the fragile truce, tensions continued to simmer beneath the surface. Alex’s efforts to change were genuine, but his jealousy and insecurities often got the better of him, leading to explosive outbursts that left Rosie emotionally drained.One evening, as Rosie was preparing dinner, Alex rolled into the kitchen, his face set in a grim expression. "We need to talk," he said, his voice tight."Okay," Rosie replied, setting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables. "What’s on your mind?"Alex wheeled himself closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "I’ve been thinking about what you and Ryan said. About me needing to change.""And?" Rosie asked, her heart pounding in her chest."And I think I need help. Professional help," Alex admitted, his voice breaking. "I can’t do this on my own."Rosie’s eyes filled with tears of relief. "Thank you, Alex. That’s a huge step.""But there’s something else," Alex continued, his expression hardening. "I don’t trust Ryan. I don’t like the way h
Rosie stood by Alex’s side, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in her stomach. She knew their journey to healing would be fraught with setbacks, but she didn’t anticipate how quickly things would spiral out of control.The following week started off well enough. Alex made a genuine effort to be more considerate, attending his therapy sessions without complaint and even sharing a few moments of tenderness with Rosie. But the shadow of his past behavior loomed large, and the slightest frustration would trigger his old temper.One afternoon, as Rosie was helping Alex with his exercises, he grew increasingly frustrated with his limitations. His anger boiled over when he failed to complete a particularly challenging movement."Damn it, Rosie!" he yelled, pushing her away. "I can’t do this! I’m useless!"Rosie stumbled back, her heart breaking at the sight of his anguish. "Alex, it's okay. You’re making progress. We just need to keep trying.""Progress?" Alex
Days turned into weeks, and while Alex's attempts to change were inconsistent, there were moments of progress. Rosie clung to these glimpses of improvement, hoping they were signs of a better future. Ryan continued to be her rock, offering quiet support and gentle encouragement whenever she needed it.One rainy afternoon, Rosie was in the library, organizing the bookshelves. She found solace in the quiet room, the scent of old books providing a comforting distraction from the tension that still lingered in the house. As she worked, she heard the familiar sound of Alex's wheelchair approaching."Rosie?" he called out, his voice softer than usual."I'm here," she replied, turning to face him.Alex wheeled himself into the room, his expression unreadable. "I wanted to apologize for the other day. I know I’ve been... difficult."Rosie nodded, her heart softening. "I appreciate that, Alex. I know this isn't easy for you."He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I just feel so useless sometimes. A
Rosie returned to the mansion with a sense of determination she hadn’t felt in months. She needed to find balance in her life and address Alex's treatment of her, but she also knew she couldn't do it alone. As she approached the front door, she heard the low rumble of an engine and turned to see Ryan, parking the sleek black car in the driveway.Unlike the other staff who had left after Alex's accident, Ryan stayed, not just out of loyalty, but also because of a growing affection for Rosie."Hey, Rosie," Ryan called out as he stepped out of the car. "Everything okay?"She forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside her. "Hi, Ryan. Just got back from town."Ryan studied her face, his expression softening with concern. "You look like you could use a break. Want to take a walk around the grounds with me? Clear your head a bit?"Rosie hesitated, glancing back at the house where Alex awaited. But the idea of a brief escape, even within the estate's confines, was too tempting to resis
Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the mansion, casting a muted glow over the room. Rosie stirred from a fitful sleep, her body aching from the tension she carried. She knew Alex would be awake soon, and the day's routine would begin anew. She took a deep breath, willing herself to find the strength to face him.In the kitchen, Rosie prepared breakfast with practiced efficiency. As she arranged the food on a tray, she heard the faint sound of Alex's wheelchair approaching. She turned to see him entering the room, his face set in a familiar mask of frustration and impatience."Good morning," she greeted him, forcing a smile.Alex barely acknowledged her, his eyes scanning the room with a critical gaze. "Is that all you made? You know I need more than this," he grumbled."I'm sorry, Alex. I'll get you more," Rosie replied quickly, adding extra portions to the tray. She placed it before him, her hands trembling slightly.As he ate, Rosie watched him, her heart aching wit
Rosie sat by the window, watching the sunlight filter through the heavy drapes. It’s been three years since everything crumbled. Rosie had seen hell with every second that had passed But love, as she had learned, could be a double-edged sword."Rosie!" Alex's voice echoed through the halls, sharp and demanding. The sound made her flinch, a reflex born from months of enduring his outbursts. She quickly rose from her seat and made her way to the study, where Alex spent most of his days.He sat behind a massive mahogany desk, its surface cluttered with papers and remnants of his past life. His eyes, once bright with ambition, were now clouded with bitterness. The accident had stolen more than just his mobility; it had taken his identity, leaving him a shadow of the man he used to be."Yes, Alex?" Rosie asked, her voice gentle but weary."Where's my medication? You know I need it by noon," he snapped, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair with white-knuckled intensity.Rosie no
There’s a void surrounding the entire apartment, Ryan is still sitting on the couch with all the lights still off. He has been waiting for Rosie to come back home, it’s been like for a few days. Whenever he comes back home he finds an empty apartment. At times the insecurities creep in, all the thoughts of her not even caring for her, did she ever care for him or was all he was to her was a quick stop before she made up her mind. He knows he is nothing compared to Alex, he has it all but he loved her Alex did not, he never will. The rattling of the door pulls him out of his thoughts and looks at the direction of the door and sees Rosie enter. She looks exhausted, her face looks dull and she had a bruised right cheek. Ryan slowly stands up and walks to her and stops her before she could enter the bedroom. “Welcome home.” He pulls her to his chest and holds her in his embrace but she doesn’t hold her back, she just stands there like a dead person. “Rosie, this is not love.” He