Chapter Fourteen
Hadrian
Don’t show her any mercy.
It should be more difficult than it is.
I thought I’d have to fight the urge to treat Juliet too softly, but right now, the opposite is true. The way she responds to me in this guise overwhelms me with…something. I want to push my little doll right to the edge and see how much she can take.
The liquid drips into her open mouth, and my cock stiffens at the sight of it. I never have to deprive myself again, unlike poor Juliet. She’s going to feel every second of the next twenty-four hours once the drug takes effect.
It’s a slow burn, and she won’t feel the full aphrodisiac effect for a little while. All the more reason to torment her a little myself to get things started.
Her eyes are wide and glisten with tears, but she’s not fooling me.
I’m giving her exactly what she needs, even though she might hate me for it at the moment.
I touch a finger to one of the raised welts on her inner thigh, and she hisses at the contact.
Decorating her skin could become a favorite pastime.
Her nipples are still stiff and red. She would have hated the clamps.
I resist the urge to pinch one and instead trace the tip of my finger around it in the way I know she loves.
She tries to hide her reaction, but the telltale flutter of her eyelids gives it away.
Christ, I wish I could suck on it. The one thing the costume doesn’t allow.
She’s breathing harder now and sighs when I switch to the other nipple. Ever since I captured her, she’s been hot and ready, as if just being here as my captive has her right on the edge. The crueler I am, the quicker she reacts.
I select a tiny vibrator, pick the lowest setting, and press it to her clit.
She tries her best to stifle her reaction, but her hips shift toward it, and she closes her eyes.
It’s almost too easy, and the control I have over her body washes over me in a heady rush.
Juliet is as easy to program as my creations.
I just never understood how to work her before.
When she starts to squirm, I switch the vibrator off and turn my attention back to the rest of her body.
Her sensitive inner thighs this time. I linger for a while there, drawing patterns, and watch the moisture gather in her pussy.
Then back to the vibrator for another minute. She whimpers when I turn it off.
I need to hear that sound again.
I’ve always been able to lose myself in a task, and this one is no different. It’s a game, and that sound is the goal. How close to the edge can I get her? Can I make her cry just from this? Time loses all meaning as I work on my poor Juliet.
When I glance at the timer, almost forty minutes have passed.
Surely not. It flew by. Juliet’s pale face blazes red, and tears streak her cheeks.
I could do this forever, but I need to leave her alone to her punishment.
Besides, my cock needs attention. I slide a thick dildo inside her, watch as her pussy clenches desperately on it, then pull her to the back of the altar.
I chose the height with just this goal in mind.
Her eyes are glassy and unfocussed, and she yelps when I slap her cheek. “Open up, doll.”
She blinks, then spreads her lips wide. I inch her back a little more, until her head tips off the edge, then unbutton my trousers and pull out my cock. I slide into her open mouth, filling her throat, and roll her nipple between my fingers as I start to thrust.
No need to ask permission. No need to check if I’m going too deep. She’s my slave, and she’ll take whatever I give her.
And even better, she’ll love me for it.
I’m so wound up I could come right away, but I don’t.
I take it slow and watch the outline of my cock sliding in her throat.
The way she twitches when she needs air and gasps it in desperately when I pull out far enough to let her breathe.
It’s such a beautiful symphony of sights and sounds. I want to drink it all in.
I play with her nipples as I fuck her throat, and even as she struggles, her thighs clench. The dildo has worked its way mostly out, and I ram it back into her, loving the way her body jolts.
My new toy. I’ll never get tired of her.
I don’t want it to end, but I can’t hold myself in check forever. Soon, the wet heat of her throat becomes too much, and pleasure saturates me. I give her one final breath, then lose myself to it, letting the last few thrusts drive me to my release.
I groan as I shoot into her, and it’s an eerie sound through the voice changer. It, and the fading high from my orgasm, pull me back to reality. I look at Juliet. Really look at her.
Christ, she’s a mess.
She splutters as I pull out, white liquid dribbling down her face. She doesn’t seem to notice, lying there limp and dazed. Sweaty skin, puffy eyes, tangled hair. Thighs pressed together, holding the dildo in place like her life depends on it.
I shoot a quick glance at the timer. Over an hour since I gave her the drug, and it’s hard to tell whether it’s kicking in or her current state is all my doing. The urge I expected to have to fight much earlier hits me full force.
I want to take care of her. Wrap her in her blanket and make sure she eats and drinks. Run a bath for her and wash her tangled hair. This is Juliet, for God’s sake. My Juliet. I press my hands to my sides to keep them away from her.
Because in the end, she wouldn’t thank me for it.
Mercy equals boredom for Juliet, and she’s not my wife. She’s my slave. I need to treat her with the savagery she craves, even when she’s looking at me like Bambi in headlights.
Her voice croaks as she begs, “Please, Master. I can’t stand it. Don’t leave me like this.”
She squirms on the altar, hands cupping her own breasts. Her eyes are unfocused, and I’m not sure she knows she’s doing it. The drug is hitting her hard.
I fight down the voice that says I’m going too far. “You know the rules, and you know what happens if you break them. I’ll return when the timer reaches zero.”
Her tortured whimper follows me from the room.
***
How am I supposed to do normal things knowing I’ve left Juliet suffering? Thoughts of her follow me as I try to focus on absolutely anything else. She’s safe; she has food and water. Nothing I’m doing to her will hurt her. No one has ever died of sexual frustration, to the best of my knowledge.
I repeat the mantra as I return to my apartment. I have to go out with Jacob and his friends later and do my best to at least pass as sane. If I want them to take my Morse code threat seriously, I can’t act like an unhinged maniac.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
It’s enough to knock me down from my high. I’ve never done well with competing priorities, and right now, far too many important things need my attention. Candice breaking her programming. The sinister message. The person creating drama over Juliet’s disappearance. The man she was supposed to meet.
There are far too many balls in the air, and the only one I’m in line to catch is the one locked in my dungeon, probably cursing my name. Everything else is important, but she takes priority. I forgot that once and lost her. I’ll never let it happen again.
As I enter my apartment, I take in the classy but boring space with new eyes.
My living space is a ball I’ve never even bothered to pick up.
When Juliet and I lived together, she gave up asking my opinion on things in the first year.
As long as everything is clean, I don’t mind what it looks like.
Juliet’s prison is the only room I’ve ever designed myself.
Juliet loved decorating our various apartments, filling them with her artwork and color schemes that should have clashed but somehow worked. One of my favorite things was coming home to her covered in paint, excited to show off what she’d done.
I can’t wait to let her loose on this place. She’ll make it feel alive.
A gray leather sofa faces a giant flatscreen, and generic art stares at me from the walls.
There’s an eight-seater table no one but me has ever eaten at.
I spend most of my time at my lab or the gym, only coming here to eat and sleep.
A glance at the clock tells me I’ve got a couple of hours until I have to meet Jacob.
I can’t resist pulling out my phone to check on Juliet, even though I only just left her.
She’s curled on her side with the blanket over her, but she’s not sleeping.
I zoom in on her face. It’s set in grim determination.
A quick scan of the room reveals the dildo on the floor against the far wall.
It brings a smile to my lips. I can picture her throwing it across the room in frustration.
That’s my Juliet. I always liked her temper, even though I have to train it out of her now.
I exit the app, determined not to look at Juliet again for at least an hour, and turn my mind back to my other problems.
“Candice?”
Her image pops up on the flatscreen, and I stare at it. Something is different. She still has the purple hair, but… “Is that a nose ring?”
Candice grins and turns her head so I can see the new addition better. “Yep. Do you like it?”
“I…” I study her more closely. On the big screen, other subtle changes are more apparent. I’d designed her age as early thirties, but that doesn’t feel right now, either. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what she’s changed, but her face looks younger. Mid-twenties.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I don’t want to have this conversation now, not when my mind is still caught up on Juliet, but I have to. Of all the balls I’m juggling, Candice is the only one with nuclear holocaust potential.
She turns back to face me, frowning. “Earth to Hadrian? I said, do you like it?”
Her tone is teasing, but there’s an element of anxiety underpinning it, too. She’s worried about what I’ll think. I don’t know if that makes things worse or better. She’s advanced beyond what I intended so quickly. I’m not sure how I’ll catch up.
I try not to let my nerves show as I answer. Why do I have so much more confidence as Saldar than myself? It’s a hurdle I’ll need to fix before I even think about letting Juliet know the truth. “It looks great. But I’m going to ask you some questions, and I need you to be honest.”