12. Savvy
Chapter 12
Savvy
28 weeks
I thought I was in hell before, now I know I am. Max has been in my room every day since that first time, when he tried to tarnish my call with Sin. Sometimes he comes and gets me multiple times a day. I’m playing along, for now, because I don’t have a choice. When I try to push him away, or tell him no, he spanks me with different objects in his office. He stays away from my stomach and my face, everything else is fair game. This is beginning to feel like the life I knew wasn’t real and this is all I have to look forward to for the rest of my life, however long that is.
I am his pet, not his covenant. I am no more than a toy. I won’t be considered a covenant until Sin takes his oath as a Saint, until then, I’m free game. At least I only have to deal with one pencil dick instead of several, like MJ. Although she said that Mark is quite the opposite of a pencil dick. She loves Mark because he has shown her love her entire life. She prefers him training her compared to everyone else, he is softer with her.
He should never have touched her, and it pisses me off that someone who was a father figure did all the things she has talked about. Bash was a boy scout compared to Mark. Cami really may have saved my life on my first night in NOLA. God, I miss her. I hope I get to introduce her to MJ. They would adore each other.
We were both punished, one for me asking her to give Sin the ultrasound photo, and she got double. One for giving it to him, and one for telling him to talk to his father about the Saints. She wasn’t supposed to say a lot of things that she did. I’m proud of her for trying to help, but she went against Fiona’s wishes, therefore, she was punished. She knew doing those things was against the rules and did them anyway. To help me, I think, and to help Sin.
She was forced to suffer a night with Mark and one of his friends that Fiona thought would make a good trainer. He reminded me of Bash back at the lake house when he would try to find a new way to tie me up. They made me watch after dinner to show me what a good girl MJ was for taking her punishment and asking for more when it was done, the punishment being, she wasn’t allowed to come, and she is never allowed to touch herself. I did so good watching two men fuck my niece that Fiona rewarded me with getting to watch Mark torture Scarlett. He didn’t even fuck her, just whipped and spanked her while he fucked her ass with a dildo. I wasn’t impressed and excused myself to go to bed with Fiona’s permission. She laughed at the fact that I made fun of Boudreaux for not having the stamina to keep up. Plus, I criticized his torture tactics. She said I could have some time with her if I wanted as long as Mark is in the room.
Apparently, MJ is groomed to think that her soon to be hubby, who just happens to be a congressman for the great state of Louisiana, will want to share her at times and she needs to be prepared to have all her holes fucked when that happens. She told me she can’t wait to finally feel something in her pussy. She said that I should imagine always wanting even after an orgasm because nothing ever fills the space to push her completely over the edge. No one is allowed to touch her pussy, ever. She admitted to me that she has touched herself in the bathtub, just so she knows what it feels like, but has never even fingered herself out of fear that someone will know. She thinks the first time Alec fucks her she is going to come all over is dick as soon as he puts it in. I chuckle at the thought, remembering our conversation, knowing it will be quite the opposite, as I sit here waiting for my breakfast to be brought in.
I got up early, not being able to sleep since Max came in at one a.m. wanting to play with me. He likes to tie me up and fuck every hole until I pass out. Then I get to feel like a whore cheating on her husband.
The only punishments I get is being whipped, fucked, and given multiple orgasms by someone who isn’t my husband. I have gotten over it now that it happens multiple times a day. It’s just like everything else here, clockwork. I just go through the motions and try to remain numb.
Max has figured out when my mind goes somewhere else and always tries to keep me in the present, making me feel everything he does to me. I replay last night in my head. He took me to what we call the delivery room.
He had me lay back on the birthing bed as he put my feet in the stirrups, strapping them in with black leather cuffs. I felt his hands slide under my ass, pulling me down to the edge of the bed, removing my panties in the process. My breath caught when I felt his tongue dive into my pussy. His hands slid up my legs pushing my nightgown up. I placed my arms above my head when he stopped and growled at me when I tried to push his head away. He smiled before he went to town licking and sucking my clit until I came all over his face.
He stopped, grabbing the bed remote, moving the head of the bed up. He stopped it when I was almost sitting straight up, then moved the stirrups up closer to my head, pushing my legs wide, making my ass come off the bed a little more.
“Perfect.” He said as he pulled the straps of my nightgown down my shoulders until my tits were out on display for him.
I watched him as he removed his shirt and undid his belt, sliding it out of his pants. I let out a breath when he hit me with the belt on the back of my thigh. I sucked in another breath when he hit my breast, then my chest, my inner thigh, then my ass a few times. I sob but never let out a cry or yell. Just take deep breaths as the leather meets my skin and let it out as the sting takes over.
“Good girl, sweetheart. Tell me how much you love the bite of my belt on your ass before I fuck it.”
“What do you say?” He asks. I don’t reply, I just look up at the ceiling. He started to hit me again when I refused to thank him. I kept my silence as he went nuts in his drunken state, screaming as he hit me over and over. His voice is still echoing in my head.
“This is my world! Everything in it is here to amuse me! When it ceases to amuse me, it will cease to exist! Then, poof! You’ll be gone, sweetheart!”
The door opens with a thud, pulling me out of yet another nightmare, as MJ wheels in breakfast.
“Hey Sav, what’s wrong?” She asks and I don’t know why she is asking until I feel the tears drip down onto my hands in my lap. I didn’t even realize I was crying.
“Oh sweetie, it’s just hormones, nothing to worry about.” I still hide how I feel from MJ. She knows but doesn’t push.
“Well, I brought you something that I think you are going to go nuts for.” Her smile reaches her eyes as she takes the lids off of our breakfast.
“I’ve missed you,” I reply as I stand to see what she is so happy about. “Oh my God! Banana Foster French toast with pecans and a scoop of ice cream! I miss Stanleys breakfast so much! Thank you, MJ, how did you know?” I ask as I give her a huge hug.
“Sin let me know how much you love it. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you in between meals for us to talk. Fiona said we could go down to the stables today. Her and Max are out of town for a couple of days, so I get to spend as much time with you as I want! Mark is even gone; someone is fucked is all I can say. The best part is, I’m in charge! Well kind of, I mean we aren’t allowed to leave.” She giggles as she sets our plates on the table.
I smirk, hoping they stay gone.
“I thought we could watch movies in the theatre room tonight and have fun, I’ve missed you too. I even invited the new chef to join us, I think you will like her! I have been able to spend time with her when I’m not in some stupid class to learn about my duties as a covenant.” She rolls her eyes, and I can see she is just as exhausted as I am.
“MJ, have they been punishing you this whole time? To keep you away from me?” I ask, eyes wide at the thought of them hurting her.
“It’s not punishment if I enjoy it. I told you; my body begs for the sick shit they do to it. Degrading, yes, but I don’t have to think, just follow instructions, get praised, and fucked until I pass out. Not a bad trade if you ask me. It’s not like we are hurting here.” She waves her hands around the room to say we should consider ourselves lucky.
“I’m glad you feel that way. I just can’t imagine someone actually hurting you.” I look down, feeling bad that she has never had anyone protect her in her life. When I can, I will. I want her to see there is another way to live, but this is what she will ultimately choose no matter what. It’s her duty and she is proud to become Alec’s covenant. That little prick better make her life feel like a fucking fairytale with what she has had to endure to be his precious covenant.
“Sin wanted me to give you something, I never got to read it, so I don’t know what it said. Mark took it on our way home that day. I’m sorry, I should have tried to hide it better.” She shakes her head looking away from me.
“You shouldn’t have done so much to help me with Sin; that wasn’t part of our deal.”
“I couldn’t help it. We were in the cemetery, and you were right, the feeling you get in your chest when you enter and the whole time you are there is amazing. I felt alive and couldn’t shut up about The Originals. I tried the whole way there to come up with something that Mark and Fiona wouldn’t understand to help Sin figure out who Fiona really is. The Originals and their mother and father were the only way I could do it and I knew it had to be in the cemetery because it correlated with the show. I just hope it was enough to help him figure it out.” She tells me details of their meeting that I have been dying to hear.
“Tell me more! How did he look? Did he seem okay? God did he smell as heavenly as I remember? Was he nice to you?” I ask all the things I have been thinking of since that day, feeling Kohl kick at the way my body and mind feel when thinking of his daddy. If I didn’t know better, I would think that he misses his dad as much as I do the way he is kicking the shit out of my bladder all of the sudden.
“Hold that thought!” I say as I jump up and waddle as fast as I can to the bathroom. I hurry and do my business and wash my hands. I look in the mirror and see light in my eyes for the first time in weeks. I hurry and dry my hands and rush back to the table.
“Continue.” I move my hand in circles on my belly as I sit back down and let out a breath. Carrying another human being inside of you is exhausting.
MJ takes a drink of her chocolate milk, giggling as she puts it down, “Savvy, you look alive again.”
“I feel alive again, even if it is just for a little while, I’ll take it.” I smile wide at her as I take a bite of a banana and pecans.
“We did everything on our list and then some. He was surprised you told me everything about the two of you, and your friends. You were right, he is gorgeous, but he looked tired and hung over. I made sure he ate almost the entire time. There is something that I overheard on the way back from NOLA and I think it’s more important than what Sin and I talked about. Do you know a woman named Jill?” I see her face fall when my eyes widen.
“What about Jill? Is she here? Did they get her too? Is she okay?” I ask, worry showing on my face as I think of the things that they will do to one of us that isn’t pregnant!