Chapter 3
Chapter Three
The man was bald, save for strands of silver hair jutting out like miserable roots. His body was large, like an egg in a cream tuxedo. There were rows of large gold rings on his fingers.
He casually entered the room and Olivia immediately shrugged herself out of my hold. She stood in front of me and I had one insane moment, thinking that she was protecting me from her father.
“Father, what are you doing here?” she said carefully. Her body was tensed, and I knew she was afraid of this man. I suddenly had this wretched need to protect her from him.
The dad was obviously drunk and I had a feeling that made him more dangerous. His eyes raked over my naked body and his lips curved in a covetous smile.
“I see my whore is awake.”
Whore? Me? I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t realize the man had staggered toward me and was wrapping his filthy hand around my arm. I couldn’t help but whimper as I tried to pull away from his stronghold.
“Get away from me, you bastard!” I spat at him.
“Oh, so the whore has tongue. We’ll remedy that immediately. I like my whores mute.” He pulled me forward and punched my jaw hard. I wheezed and choked up blood. His long rows of rings acted like brass knuckles, and it hurt like a bitch. Tears streamed down my face as I winced from the pain.
“Father, please.” I heard Olivia’s soft pleas as she clutched on that bastard’s arm. “Let me do my job. We had an agreement. I will present him to you when he’s ready. He will be your perfect toy once I’m done with him.”
The man only grunted in response, but his grip on my arm loosened.
“I’ll hold you up to it, daughter. Teach him. Tame my slave. I don’t want him so easily broken when he comes to me.”
He left without a further response. Olivia bent down on her knees to assess my broken lip.
“What do you mean, his slave? What the fuck just happened?” I wanted to yell but my voice was hoarse.
“My father likes men…well, his particular interest lies with young males like you. But he’s a vicious bastard; you won’t last if you’re handed to him as you are now.
He’ll break you and you’ll end up in a body bag at the end of the day.
So my job is to train you. I’ll show you how to please him, how to succumb to him, and how to submit as the perfect whore. ”
“You’re turning me into a whore for your father?” I said in panicked voice. “I will not be raped by—by a man! Especially that slimy fat bastard.”
Olivia reared her hand back and slapped me hard. I was too stunned to speak. For a small woman, her slap was painful.
“Don’t talk about my father like that,” she said through gritted teeth.
“You will die if you continue speaking this way. Wake up! This isn’t a fairy tale.
You’re not a Cinderella boy in distress and I’m not the fairy godmother come to save you.
You are my slave, and I am your captor, your tormentor. ”
“Go fuck yourself,” was my reply.
She let out a burst of laughter and I didn’t know why I found her beautiful. Her laughter was cruel, and her eyes glinted with coldness. She was fucking crazy.
“Well, you’re nothing if not interesting.” She came closer to me and when she spoke, her voice was cold but velvet. “But you know…I’d much rather fuck you with this.” She took out a long item made of silicone from one of the drawers. It was a motherfucking dildo.
“What the fuck?” I sputtered.
“You’re an ass virgin, aren’t you?” she muttered as she held that cursed object in her hand.
“What the fuck?” I repeated louder.
“We need to loosen up that asshole. My dad will go rough on you and you’ll break if you’re not used to it.”
“You’re fucking crazy.” I shook as I tried to scramble away from her.
The door opened again and I nearly squeaked at the thought of seeing Olivia’s father.
Light, soft and low, filtered through, casting shadows across the floor.
It was a different man. Much younger, but he was big and his muscles bulged under his shirt.
He looked like the Devil himself, dressed in black slacks and a black button up shirt, stepping slowly, deliberately.
Olivia stood up to face the stranger in the room.
“Mario,” she said curtly.
The man did a small bow. “Mistress.”
He placed a plate of food on the table and my stomach gnawed as I smelled the meat and bread. I hadn’t eaten for days.
“Do you want to eat?” Olivia asked.
“Y-yes,” I stammered. I noticed Mario took his position near the wall, his hands clasped at the back. He looked like a butler, only more dangerous. I was strangely more wary of him than Olivia.
I turned my gaze away to find Olivia sitting next to the food.
“Come here,” she said. Her sharp voice startled me, but I moved to walk toward her. “Stop. I want you to crawl over here.”
Defiance roared inside me. Crawl? Who the fuck does she think she is?
“No.”
Olivia sighed. “I do not tolerate disobedience, dog. I believe a human being can only be motivated by the carrot and stick. Meet Mario, the stick. Every time you disobey me, he will use his dick to loosen up your asshole, and mind you, Mario may not be as bad as my father, but he is also a terrifying lover. So watch what you say to me. I am capable of things you can’t imagine. Provoke me and I’ll prove it.”
I wanted to vomit. I eyed Mario one more time and understood why he was dangerous. Olivia wanted to hurt me, but Mario wanted to rape me. I saw the thick lust swirling behind those dead eyes. He wanted me.
My knees hit the floor. My knees and my palms moved across the ground until I reached the tops of her shoes. I was trapped. I was naked. Weak. Scared. I was hers.
And she stood above me as if she was a goddess who had torn the sun away and soaked the sky with dark ink. “Address me as Mistress. Every time you forget, I will be forced to remind you. So you can choose to obey, or choose punishment. It’s entirely up to you.”
My eyes flicked to Mario. Was he my punishment? Rape by men?
Rather than risk a fight I couldn’t possibly win, I returned my eyes to the ground. I was going to get out of here. I just had to be smart.
“Do you understand?” she said.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” She brought the plate onto the floor in front of me. My mouth watered immediately. There was a roasted chicken leg on a bed of rice pilaf.
“Eat, dog. Fill your belly. It’s going to be a long day.”
I jumped toward the plate and grabbed the chicken leg, tearing the meat with my teeth. I didn’t care how savage I must’ve looked. There was only satisfying the hunger. I could feel her eyes on me, but my mind was too busy on the food.
Once the plate was empty and I was still chewing on the chicken bone, Olivia stood up.
“Wash yourself in the bathroom, dog. Your first lesson is next.”