Darko’s fingers caress my hair with a light, almost affectionate touch as I suckle on him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Such a very, very good girl.”
I feel the glow of his approval as well as the spreading of my cunt, and the taste of myself mixed with him on my tongue. I am a good girl. He will not give me the choice to be anything else.
“This dungeon is going to become your world,” he says. “Every day, you are going to come down here and pick a new punishment. Every day, I’m going to fuck you. Every day, you’re going to come for me, understand?”
He pulls his cock free for me to answer, his rod gleaming and clean and hard all over again.
“Yessir,” I whisper.
“Good girl.” He smiles that enigmatic handsome smile, and pushes his cock all the way to the back of my throat in a deep thrust. I struggle for breath until he pulls it out again, a second later. He is showing me how my life will be, always dependent on him for everything. For shelter, for food, for safety… his cock slides back in, filling my mouth completely… for air.
This is as depraved and dangerous as he has ever been, and as my clit begins to tingle with yet another orgasm, my tired, stretched, fucked body being used over and over again by man and machine alike, I love him for it.
Chapter Thirteen
Darko
When I took Chloe, I intended to use her, break her, make her mine. When I got her back from her little escape, I just wanted her to be okay. But the Order is not done with me, and it is definitely not done with her. My fuck punishments do nothing to sate their desire to control Chloe.
Our fallen brother has been mourned by the division of his influence. His cousin will take his place at the table, a man who does not miss him and does not bear Chloe any ill will. But the Order has sent an envoy to my home.
A friend.
Roland.
It’s hard to describe Roland. I usually don’t. He wears his blond hair long, at least longer than I would. It hits his shoulders in a golden mane. He has the flair of Fabio, and the soul of a slaver. Every bit of his beauty is reflected in equal measure in his darkness. He is handsome, but that only carries weight with the women he takes for a short while. They soon see past the handsome looks to the soul beneath, and then they find him as repulsive as it is possible to find a man.
“Get the hell out of here,” Chloe seethes as he strolls into the living room.
“Quiet, you,” Roland smirks at her. He has an easy way with women. Even the most beautiful among them do not intimidate him. He has broken far too many to see any female as more than a collection of sex holes and soft flesh.
“Didn’t you hear what happened to the last member of the Order I met?” She comes right back with a threat. I can’t fucking believe it. For the last week I have punish fucked her every single day, and yet at the first sight of a member of the Order, it’s like I’ve done nothing to her at all.
“Chloe!” I snap her name. She has been so obedient down in the dungeon, but when she finds the light, the lessons have a harder time sticking. It is one thing to sexually break a woman, to train her to your desire. It is something else entirely to have her carry that attitude into the every day.
She gives me a smoldering glare. Her reaction to Roland is one of visceral hatred. I see it written on her gorgeous face, and I realize that the Order is right to be worried. When she and I are alone, she regrets her actions. But the mere sight of Roland and she is ready to kill again.
“I heard, girl,” Roland says, his pale eyes running up and down her form in a way I find far too familiar. “Do you want me to be afraid of you, is that it?”
“You should be,” she hisses.
“Well,” Roland smirks, turning to me. “I’m convinced that she’s one hundred percent rehabilitated. No problems here whatsoever. Let’s turn her loose in the world.”
“Chloe! Go to the bedroom. Now!” I snap the orders at her and she goes, but the damage is already done. I grit my teeth and think of the things I will do to her to teach her not to speak so foolishly and out of turn.
Roland pours himself a drink. “She’s still trouble, Darko.”
“I know.”
“You like her too much to break her. It happens sometimes. You should send her to me. I’ll have her submissive in a matter of days. She won’t be capable of even thinking of lifting a finger against us.”