28. Magnus
I know I’m pushing it, that the poor thing needs rest after everything I’ve put her through, but I can’t resist the urge to see how far I can take this.
Today, a part of her soul fractured.
Today, she took a tiny step towards her damnation.
I need to ride that wave, ensure she doesn’t turn back or rethink it. I’m finally making progress and I refuse to hesitate.
She kneels so beautifully at my feet. Sitting still, like the perfect little pet that I’m making of her. Every so often I lower my hand, stroke her head, let her know that her behaviour is appreciated.
Conrad sits opposite, glancing at her occasionally, but I can tell his attention is elsewhere from the more than apparent scowl on his face.
“Spit it out.” I sigh.
“She’s a fucking nightmare,” he growls.
I don’t need to ask who he’s talking about. I already know from the way he’s been badmouthing her to all his friends, as if I wouldn’t get wind of it.
“She’s your fiancée.” I state.
“I won’t marry her.”
My fist slams onto the table. Beside me, Liliana gasps before quickly shutting her reaction down.
“You will.” I say. “You’re damned lucky to be making such a match, considering your age, considering your reputation. Besides, she’s rich, her family alone own…”
“If she’s such a great catch, why don’t you marry her?” Conrad snaps back before he looks once more at Liliana. “Or are you too distracted by your little whore?”
“I’m not distracted.” I reply. “And it’s not me who needs this marriage. It’s you. You know the rules. You want to be one of us, to continue enjoying all the power and privilege, then you have to follow them.”
He scowls, picking up the pepper pot, rolling it in his hand. “I’d happily marry anyone else but that woman.”
“That’s not the deal.” I retort. I worked damned hard to get him a suitable bride. He should be thanking me, not making things harder. Besides, we know there’s bigger things at play. I need the power and prestige of her family, I need their strength behind me if I’m going to go for the Chapter. We both need it, if this fight turns as ugly as I think it will.
“She has a niece…” He begins.
Once more. I slam my fist down and, once more, my little pet reacts. “Enough.” I order. “I have made the decision. You will do as you’re told and marry the Monclere girl I picked for you.”
He glares back, taking a swig of his wine and knocking it back like it’s a cheap shot of whisky .
“You’re becoming ungrateful.” I add. “Spoilt, reckless. We have a name to maintain. You are jeopardising everything.”
“I’m doing nothing of the sort,” he says dismissively. “I just want…”
“I don’t care what your wants are. Do you think I got to choose my bride? Do you think I had such a luxury? No. That’s the way of our world. That’s the price we pay to not end up like this woman, here.” I say gripping my pet’s neck, pulling her head to an almost impossible angle as I make my point clear. “You want to end up in Oblivion? You want to end up as nothing but a fuck-hole?”
“No.”
“No.” I repeat. “So play your part. Fuck your wife when you have to, and the rest of the time you can ignore her.”
He grunts back before ordering another bottle to be brought up, and I eat in silence as he practically drinks the entire thing.
With my hands I pick up some meat, offering it to Liliana. She doesn’t meet my gaze, but she takes it from me, using her mouth the way a dog would, and she chews quietly before swallowing.
“Good girl.” I murmur.
See, it wasn’t that hard, was it? A little bending on her part and she’s getting the niceties I offered her in the beginning.
If she considers a reply, it doesn’t show on her face, which is good. I’d hate to have to hurt her after all the progress we’ve made today.
When my meal is done, I pull her up into my lap, and I lazily start playing with her breasts through the little coverup I dressed her in. They may have lost some of their fullness from her weight loss but their still plump. I force her back, force her to lean flat against my front and I can see all the tiny marks, the lines, the proof that this woman here is exactly that, a woman.
My fingertips trace the silvery stretchmarks at her hips, laying claim to them the way I have the rest of her body .
Oh, I know most men lust after twenty somethings, that they see them as easy to control, to manipulate, to mould. But me, I enjoy the challenge, I enjoy the maturity of a woman’s body as she ages, I enjoy the proof that she’s lived, that she’s experienced life before I take it all away and lock her into a nice little cage.
Conrad glances at me, then at where my hands are, with a raised eyebrow.
“She’s beginning to break.” I state.
“Is she?” he asks, as if he doesn’t believe it.
I run my nose against her neck, savouring the sweet smell of her clean skin. “It’s a slow process. One that takes patience.”
“And you think you’re winning?” Conrad grins, leaning over his plate, staring at her more openly and I can tell where his head is at.
Perhaps it’s the wine. Perhaps it’s just that I’m an arsehole and my pride is at stake, but I want to prove that I am.
I wrap my hand more firmly around her throat, snaking the other between her thighs to spread her legs wider.
She whimpers, her head shakes, but she doesn’t show any other attempt at defiance.
I grab her hand, placing it where her exposed pussy is. “My brother wants some entertainment.” I murmur into her ear. “Play with yourself and prove what a good little pet you’re becoming for me.”
She gasps, shaking her head more violently, and her legs start to jerk out. Only, she’s pinned between me and the long dining table. There’s no escape.
But the little bitch is showing me up, isn’t she?
I showed her a moment of kindness, I proved what rewards obedience would give. Right now, she’s spitting all of that back in my face.
I grab the knife, shoving the blade close to her eyes. “Make yourself come, or I will fuck you with this. ”
“Go ahead,” she retorts. “Fuck me with it. I’m not your performing monkey.”
Oh but you are. And the sooner you accept that, the more fun we’ll both have.
I snarl, shoving the blade deep into her and she lets out a shriek of pain. It’s not sharp enough to do any real damage, only surface level, but her blood starts dripping down, making the handle slick, while my cock is straining to force her submission in another, far more satisfying way.
Conrad sits back, watching the interaction in silence.
When I toss the used knife in his direction, he picks it up and licks the thing, savouring all her body’s juices, blood and all.
“She tastes good, doesn’t she?” I state.
He nods, that hunger as evident in his eyes as it is in mine.
Lilianna is still fighting, still trying to act like she has any semblance of control over this. I lift her up, spin her and slam her body onto the table. It’s a sign of how much weight she’s lost that I’m able to throw her body around as I do now.
Plates and glasses go flying. The sound of crockery breaking mixes with her protests.
Her hands are slapping out, hitting me, hitting Conrad, she’s doing everything she can to try to stop this.
“She really is a fighter.” Conrad grins.
“Why do you think I’ve been enjoying myself so much?” I reply as he grabs her arms to hold her down.
Any other woman would cry, any other woman would start begging, pleading, gasping for mercy. But not her. No, she starts swearing, cursing, fighting back with words now that she’s unable to do anything physically to help herself.
My cock weeps with needs as I pull it out. I only fucked her hours earlier and yet it feels like I’ve been a starved man, that I’ve been abstinent far too long .
I force my way inside her, feeling the way her muscles contract, the way her cunt welcomes me in, despite the butchery of the blade only moments ago.
She snarls more. She jerks her hips, only, that gives me a hit of pleasure I know she didn’t intend.
“Keep going.” I taunt. “Keep resisting.”
She screws her face up before spitting at me and I groan. Doesn’t she realise the more she fights, the more she turns me on?
“Need to block up that mouth.” Conrad mutters, undoing his own trousers. With one look to me for the go-ahead, he forces her jaw open and rams himself into her.
Her protests turned to muffled moans and each one she’s forced to choke on as he starts brutally fucking her mouth.
“Little bitch.” He groans. “Take my cock, fucking enjoy it.”
I watch her lips get bruised, I watch her mouth as it’s forced to submit and it’s a beautiful thing, a majestic thing. It’s a work of art and a punishment all in one.
With his free hand he holds her down, keeping her in place while I carry on fucking her cunt.
Her tits are bouncing back and forth. The little dress I put her in has slipped enough that even if the fabric wasn’t see-through, we’d see everything.
I reach up, tearing if off her. “Clothes are a privilege.” I state, slapping the side of her face for good measure. “And right now, you have none.”
She glares back at me. All the defiance I thought was tamed is back full force, but I know how to manage that, how to deal with that and to revel in it.
I lower my hand, finding her clit and she shuts her eyes as I begin manipulating it.
“No,” she moans beneath my brother’s cock, but I can feel the effect I’m having. I know she came for me earlier. I know in her half-broken state she submitted, but this time will be so much worse because she has no excuse.
This time she is fully aware of herself, she isn’t blinded by shock, or by anything else for that matter.
The servants stand still, all twelve of them, like mute little statues, watching on as we violate her.
Conrad starts to jerk, slamming more haphazardly and as he comes, he pulls out, covering her face, smearing it over her lips where it clings like syrup.
She lets out a muffled cry, but I can see the flush on her cheeks. I can see the way she’s starting to react to my ministrations.
Yeah, my little whore is going to come. She’s going to perform.
“Come on my cock.” I order. “Come on my cock like the good little slut that I’m making of you.”
“Fuck you.” She gasps.
I can hear it, the way she speaks, the hint of breathlessness. I knew I was making progress. I knew I was succeeding.
She starts, biting her lip harder, shaking her head, trying to silence the sound, but she can’t hide how her body feels. How it’s clenching around my dick so tightly it might just snap.
God, she feels so good.
She feels incredible.
I could die right here, and I’d be a happy man.
“Miss Goodey Two-Shoes.” I taunt, slapping her breasts hard enough to leave a livid mark behind. “Look at you now, what a whore you’ve become. And you’re a murderer, too. Just like me.”
“I’m nothing like you.” She spits. “I’m nothing like you.”
I groan, slamming into her harder. It’s just too damn good. I never want to grow tired of this, I never want to lose this feeling, I want to tether her to me, keep her by my side so that whenever I need her, I can simply pick her up and within seconds I’ll be in the heights of nirvana .
I lean down, capturing her breast in my mouth and I bite as hard as I can.
She screams out. She bucks and it’s enough to send her cascading right over the edge. Her orgasm makes her eyes roll back, her body flails like it’s suddenly lost all coordination.
And as I fill her up, I revel in the knowledge that once more, I’ve won. Once more, she’s submitted.