Madeleine Abducted (17 page)

“I
warned you, Mouse.” His chest heaved with his own excitement, but there was a
chill to his eyes that she’d never before seen. “I’ll leave you within the
madness that comes before the release, a punishment for your disobedience.” He
chuckled wickedly. “I’ll also leave you bound so that your hand cannot finish
what my mouth has started.”

Maddy
watched as Aaron marched quickly into the adjacent room, leaving
her pulled tight both inside and out, her heart breaking for not having been
given the release she’d so desperately needed. Split apart, her mind fought
against her body, detesting the actions of her captor, yet tormented by the
denial of her release. His touch was electrifying and frightening at the same
time; his soul, so very dark that the little bit of light she’d thought she’d
seen the night before had been all but extinguished. Tears broke free from her
eyes as she was left sitting in the evidence of her arousal and left drowning
in the misery of a torrent of hormones and anger, pleasure and the torture of
the peak he’d left her gripping but never achieving fully.

Aaron’s
pain was as agonizing as what he’d just inflicted on
Maddy
.
His cock so full and solid that even the brush of his silken pants was too much
sensation, the skin too sensitive. He needed relief, something he would not
grant her, but something he had to have so he didn’t return and finish what
he’d started. He’d barely been able to pull himself from the edge of the line
that he’d vowed not to cross. Even if she begged he could never take her, not
unless it was a choice between that and her life.

Turning
on the shower, he set it to pure heat, not bothering to dilute it with cool
water. The sunken tiled space quickly filled with steam as he stepped in,
allowing the stream of what felt like fire to grate against his skin. His skin
instantly turned red upon contact, but it was enough to reduce his length
enough that he could grip along its width and milk himself of the deadly desire
that the woman had driven into his body. He needed pain, a fight or a good hard
fuck, but he would not find those things with the woman tied up in his room. Spending
only moments allowing
himself
relief, he hurriedly
turned the water off and stepped out, lazily holding a towel to cover his cock
while he stormed back into the bedroom becoming hard immediately when seeing
her stretched and spread on the top of his bed.
Fuck!
He cursed under his breath at the sight of her. She was a
drug, the soft and supple parts of her body calling to him as he moved through
the room. Her eyes widened when he approached, but losing his control again, he
turned suddenly to move into his closet and get dressed. He needed to leave this
place, and even immediately wouldn’t be fast enough.

Quickly
pulling on some black slacks, he didn’t bother with underwear, knowing he would
set out to find one of the immoral women he used frequently when in search of
violent relief. Hurriedly he buttoned up a black shirt over his broad chest and
started for his bedroom door. It was impossible to not look over at her, to not
acknowledge the temptation left sullen and spent on his bed. He stopped, his
head dropping to look at the floor, before he changed course, moving over to
the bed to tell her why she’d been punished in such a way. He couldn’t lose
sight that he only had three more days to train her in her role, three more
days to keep a tight hold over himself while he broke her down completely.

Her
eyes, the color of the sky peaking through the clouds of a storm stared up at
him. Her face was streaked red from the tears on her cheeks and her mouth was
inflamed and red from his kiss and the way he’d nipped at those deliciously
full lips just moments before.

“You
are not allowed thought anymore, your choices are mine, your actions are mine,
everything you think or do will only be because I have allowed it. You have
reached a point of no return, Madeleine, a place in your life where you cannot
have the luxury of freedom. Let go of what you were before, what you thought
you knew about life. It was all a grand illusion. I’ll leave you bound while I
go find that which I would not allow you, while I relieve myself on someone who
deserves the sting of my bite, the pleasure of my cock as I rid myself of the
poison you have left within me. When I return, be ready to listen, to OBEY
every command I give.” He leaned down, deliberately brushing his lips across
her cheek as he moved to her ear. “Your life depends on your submission. Do not
fight against me now only to be handed over to men far more cruel than I can
ever be.”

Turning,
he strode out the door and down the long corridor to the living room.
Xander
stood in the kitchen, the skin under his eyes black
and puffy from Aaron’s interruption the night before. Aaron simply shot him a
look as he reached for the handle of the front doors. Stepping through, his
conscience nagged at him, causing him to pause, to consider his mouse. He
didn’t bother turning back in
Xander’s
direction when
he ordered, “In one hour, go in my room and untie her. She’ll need to use the
restroom and she’ll need to be fed. Do not give her clothes. Her training
begins when I return.”

Aaron’s
steps were weighted as he quickly left the building. Reaching his car, he
climbed inside, hitting his fists against the steering wheel while throwing his
head back against the seat. Forcing
Maddy
from his
mind, he drove off the compound grounds heading out to a woman who’d been
available to him over the past several years for a quick fuck. Emily was a
socialite and was more attracted to man’s wallet than she was his face or
personality; but it didn’t matter to Aaron. Getting her to spread her legs was
as easy as telling her what she wanted to
hear.
Aaron
didn’t mind lying to find his release … the added bonus being that this
particular bitch didn’t mind his penchant for pleasure spiced with pain.

Pulling
up to her sprawling mansion, Aaron parked his car by the front doors. This was
going to be a short visit and the ability to leave quickly was a necessity. Emily
typically had many visitors throughout the day, but would set some time aside
to see to Aaron’s needs. It was a beneficial exchange, he got his release and
she was left free to continue pilfering off the bank accounts of the other men
she’d met by being invited to the more ‘formal’ events held by The Estate’s
legitimate business. That’s not to say that she wouldn’t sink her claws into
Aaron if she could, she’d tried on many occasions to sway him into a
relationship or marriage. Aaron had declined each and every time. He had no
time or desire for a woman in his life, and the last thing he needed was the
added weakness of having someone he cared for that could be used to coerce his
will when it came to criminal matters.

The
door opened as he approached and the doorman immediately alerted Emily to
Aaron’s presence. In her typical style, she came meandering down the long
winding staircase that was to the left of the grand entry room. Aaron watched
as she intentionally swayed her hips, pushed out her chest to make her smaller
breasts appear larger to his eyes. Her body was covered with nothing more then
a blue silk robe, casually left open to reveal the lace-covered slope of her
breasts. As usual, her long white-blonde hair was perfectly styled to appear as
if she didn’t spend hours on her looks.

“
Aaaaaaaron
… ” Her voice grated against his nerves as she
spoke with what he swore was a fake accent, only used by those of affluence and
wealth. “It’s such a nice surprise to see you. I take it you’re here for your
usual slap and tickle.” Her ruby stained lips curled into a salacious grin
revealing perfectly straight, white teeth as she laughed seductively at her own
joke.

Steeling
himself against the tinkling quality to her voice that she’d no doubt practiced
and perfected over the years, Aaron plastered on a fake smile and addressed
her, “Emily … ” Reaching out his hand, he assisted her down the last two steps.
“This will only be a quick visit as I have business that I must attend to;
however, I was driving by and couldn’t resist stopping in to say ‘hello.’”

She
laughed again, the sound irritating and contrived. “I’m so sure that’s why you
decided to stop in.” Looking him up and down, Emily walked toward him, her body
held in such a way as to seduce any man in her presence. “Since this is a quick
visit, where did you want me?
Against a wall?
On the couch?
Or did you have something a bit more vulgar in
mind?” she asked.

Stepping
so close to her, he had to look down just to stare into the golden brown of her
eyes. “Does it matter where I take you? I thought simply making you scream
would suffice,” he said.

The
corner of her mouth quirked up, her eyes hooded at his sinful implication. “Well,
then I have a surprise for you, Mr. Carmichael,” she said. “A room I had
designed with the
executioner
in
mind.” Leading him from the foyer, down a hallway to their left, Emily climbed
another staircase up two floors. Turning right she pulled a key from the pocket
of her robe to unlock the first door they approached. Flashing him a grin over
her shoulder, she cooed, “I do hope you like it, I thought long and hard on
what would turn you on.”

Opening
the door, she revealed a room set up for seductive torture; tools and devices
tied to the walls that could be used to drive any person who craved the sting
of torment to pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Light bounced off the polished steel
of the shackles placed randomly around the room; however, that same light was
absorbed by the darker colors of the wood and the walls painted a dark,
dangerous red and black. Aaron wasn’t surprised by the inclusion of whips,
canes and floggers, but when his eyes spied the collection of knives laid out
on a small table to his right, his brow arched in amusement. Turning to look at
Emily as she watched his reaction, he reached out and grabbed the largest
knife, unsheathing it and holding it up to inspect the blade. “Do you wish for
death, Emily? Or are you truly confident I wouldn’t lose control in my
use
of your body?”

The
perfection of her face was momentarily marred by her rejected expression, a
telling response to his implication that she was nothing more than a tool for
his gratification. “I thought the scent of blood might turn you on … drive you
to desire me more than just for play.” A scorned pout puckered her face as she
slid a single finger along the seam of the zipper of his pants.

Aaron
moved into her touch, inviting her to pull him free, to focus on the true
purpose of his visit. Running his finger along the edge of the blade, he
stated, “Drawing a woman’s blood is not something I have much interest in doing
… ” His eyes shifted from the blade to hers. “ …
to
do
so would be the sign of an amateur.”

Purring,
she pulled at his waist and unbuckled his belt, freeing him of his clothing. “Interesting
… except I thought it was the blood, itself, that turned you on. Many men have
reported back about the pure ecstasy in the expression of The Estate’s assassin
when he makes his kill.” The warmth of her fingers sent a shiver through his
body when she’d finally freed him enough to grip the full width of him. Stroking
slowly, her tongue flitted out to run along her lip, her lips becoming full
from the heat building in her body.

Aaron
didn’t respond, didn’t feed the perversion of her need to connect the feel of
death to that of sex. His head falling back, he allowed her to stroke him, to
bring him to a slow fullness that he could use to temporarily drive away the
demons created in him by
Maddy
. As Emily’s hand slid
forward and back, he imagined it to be the touch of his mouse, her fear finally
replaced with a longing only he could fulfill. When his cock had been awakened
to the point his skin felt ready to tear, he grabbed Emily’s hand, used it to
quickly turn her around and bend her over the table behind her.

She
gasped at first but her shock was quickly replaced by a chuckle, so wicked,
Aaron was instantly sickened with how different this woman was to
Maddy
. Attempting to shake himself of the thought of his
captive, he pulled Emily’s arms taught across the table, chaining her and
tightening the binds so that she could not move from her bent position.

“Is
it torture you seek?” His voice was dangerously low as he snarled into her ear.
A smile crept across her face, making her appear thoroughly entranced by his
seduction. Pushing back into a standing position he looked down at her body as
it trembled … not fear … no, this woman anticipated the sting of his touch,
wanted to play at the nightmare only truly known by the woman he was attempting
to exorcise from his soul. His hand came up to play along the crease of her
ass,
light pinches as he moved the robe aside revealing the
black lace thong running up the center. A pink bow was placed at the top giving
the mock appearance of innocence, which was anything but a characteristic of
this particular woman. His finger slipped beneath the thin string of cloth that
made up her underwear and slid it down so sinfully slow, he could see her body
quake with expectation. When he reached down into the soft skin he felt how wet
she’d already become, her core greedy for him to fill her, pump her full of his
aggression and want.

He
continued his caress until he’d found that small bundle of nerves, pressed
against it softly, circling around and driving her mad. The musk scent of
passion filled the air, her hips undulating against his hand begging for more. Pulling
back he lifted the robe more fully up her body revealing an ass that most men
would praise, but not one as heart shaped and soft as that of Madeleine’s. Disappointment
churned through him, his dick becoming soft as he considered what a poor
replacement this woman was for the one currently bound to his bed. Where
Maddy
was soft, this woman was hard, the feminine curves
absent in favor of a slender form. Closing his eyes, he attempted to imagine
this was his mouse bared to him across the table, that it was her moans and
mewls emanating from the head pulled tight to the table. Pulling the sodden
string of cloth aside, Aaron inserted a finger into the moist heat of her core,
his mouth dropping partially open at the sound of her whimpers.

“Oh,
please, Aaron, I need more.” Emily begged him to continue, but her voice only
served to annoy him. It wasn’t the voice of his angel.

“Don’t
talk or I’ll stop and leave you here for your doorman to have his way with
you.”
A threat, yes … but not exactly the truth.
Aaron
intended to use her for what she was worth, but if she annoyed him in the
process, he would leave her sated and displayed for the help to discover. Aaron
pumped his hand into her several times, not impressed by the looseness of her
body. He needed something tight in that moment, something more like
Maddy
. Pulling his finger up, he found the tight pucker of
her ass, used the lubrication already dripping from his finger to push in
slightly, enjoying the way her body bucked in surprise.

“I
believe I’ll take you here, where I can feel you along every inch of me.” His
voice was rough as he spoke of his decision. Pushing farther in, she cried out
from the force his finger made through muscles not yet relaxed.

Her
voice barely a whisper as she replied, “You’d be my first.”

Pulling
out, Aaron responded by leaning over her to whisper in her ear. “But not your
last, I’m sure.”

She
giggled in response, her hedonism an amusing thing rather than being shamed by
her promiscuous reputation. “We could change that.”

A
smile creased his lips, the audacity of her to think he’d change was such a
comical thought. Dropping his pants down around his ankles, he mocked, “I’d
have to want you for more than a few hours to ensure it. Unfortunately, there’s
no interest in me to have your body much longer than that.”

Her
jaw dropped just as he quickly pulled on a condom before lathering his cock in
the evidence of her arousal. Pulling up, he pressed against the tight opening
of her ass, pushing in slowly to relax the muscular walls. He could see her
face furrow from the discomfort he was causing and it made him push against her
harder, faster, enjoying the agony inflicted against a women he despised.

“Aaron,
you’re hurting me.” Her voice pled with him to slow down, her ass tightening in
response to her panic.

Dipping
back for more lubrication, he pulled back up in position at the opening before
he growled, “Isn’t that what you wanted?” With his last word, he surged
forward, burying himself halfway inside her, his girth stretching and pulling
at the muscles of her ass. She cried out, but purred as she started to relax. Once
stilled, he moved back and forth, enticing her body to allow him entry. His
head fell back as he slowly pushed in, his mind not on the promiscuous blonde
tied to the table, but rather, on the innocent woman he’d left at his home. While
milking his body within the depths of this bitch and after finally burying
himself fully inside, he reached around to grab her hips, becoming angry when
he felt bone instead of the soft flesh of his slave. He grit his teeth, and
gripped her body so hard, he knew he’d leave bruises. No longer holding back,
he powered into her, not caring if her cries were from pleasure or pain, only
needing a release so strong, it would keep him sated for those moments when
Maddy
infected his soul.

Releasing
her hips, he slapped the smooth contour of her ass, leaving a handprint so red,
he wondered if it would welt from the force of the hit. Emily continued to cry
out and was barely heard over the sound of her body being hit against the table
to which she was bound. He allowed his body to frenzy, didn’t dare slow down to
think of the needs of the woman whose body he was using. When he found release,
he spilled into her heavily, the muscle of his ass clenching from the force of
his orgasm, his body quivering as he came down from the high.

He
pulled out, grabbed a towel from another table nearby and cleaned himself
before tucking himself away back into his pants. When he glanced at Emily, he
noticed tears streaking down her satisfied face. Apparently, she’d found her
release, although he’d never intended to give her one.

Moving
around the table, he pulled the lever that released her chains and quickly
moved to remove her from the shackles. Straightening his clothes, he pulled out
his wallet to retrieve a dollar bill. He tossed it quickly onto the table
before striding across the room to leave. “It’s been fun, Emily. We should do
this again sometime.” His tone was matter of fact, no emotion toward the body
he’d just used.