Ruin and Rise (10 page)

H
er breath left
her, her heart raced, and her palms were sweating. She couldn’t take her eyes off Zeke. He disgusted her, scared her, but even all of that couldn’t stop the sick, demented part of her that found the power he emitted arousing. She looked away, unable to watch what he was doing to the woman.

“You’ll fucking watch me, Alessandra,” he ground out, sounding out of breath. This wasn’t about him or Bella, she knew that, had heard Zeke tell her enough times. This was about Alessandra…this was
for
Alessandra.

“I won’t fuck her, Alessandra. You’re mine now, and that means I own your body, that you are the only one I crave.” He was breathing harder. “This is for your pleasure, for your titillation.”

He was giving Alessandra this visual ecstasy; she knew that with every part of herself.

Alessandra shook, the chains rattling, her entire body feeling as though it had a mind of its own. She lifted her head, stared at Zeke, and saw the sadistic glow in his eyes, the pain, and pleasure that came from him and slammed into her.

She’d wanted to be here, wanted to be chained, at his mercy. She just wasn’t allowing herself to fully understand that, to fully accept that. She would though.

Zeke turned back around to face the woman he was whipping. She was chained up, her arms above her head, her body naked except for the tiny pair of panties she wore. Her thighs and back had whip marks on them, slashes of red, raised welts from his belt.

“You see how much she likes it,” Zeke said. He brought the belt down on the chained woman’s back again, and she arched, moaned, and clenched her thighs, as if trying to stem off her arousal. Zeke turned and faced Alessandra again, and her breath left her, her pussy became wetter, more sensitive. He stared at her a second, a smirk of sadistic pleasure on his face.

Zeke looked at Bella again, brought the belt on the woman’s back again and again, so many times Bella leaned farther, as if seeking reprieve, but moaning out for more. The binding on her arms stopped Alessandra from moving anymore than a couple of inches, but for some reason, that restrained feeling, the knowledge that this man, this monster, wanted her in the same way, wanted his marks on her, turned Alessandra on.

“You’ll be chained here soon, Alessandra. You’ll be covered in my marks, then you’ll be filled with my cum as I fuck you, make you mine.” Zeke was breathing so hard now, his focus on her as he beat the other woman. She lowered her gaze to his crotch and saw he was so hard. She would have thought beating the woman was turning him on, and although she knew he was a sadist, that he liked giving pain, because it gave him pleasure, she knew that right now, he was getting off because
she
was watching him.

Licking her lips, she gasped as Zeke raised his belt in the air then brought it down on Bella’s back again. Alessandra crossed her legs as she watched, wishing for some reprieve. The man before her was a monster to the core, but that didn’t stop her from wanting him. He’d kept Alessandra after she was delivered to him like a piece of meat. But even if he’d kept her, he treated her well, protected her even. He even killed the men that had hurt her in the first place. But despite the gentleness he’d shown her, she knew Zeke lived in a depraved world, and committed heinous acts.

Zeke was a bad man, yet he hadn’t allowed her to be hurt anymore. He’d brought her back to his home after she’d been dropped off at the club. Even if she wanted to leave, which a part of her didn’t, as sick as that sounded, Zeke kept her here, continuing to show her he had parts of himself that weren’t all evil.

He dropped the belt to the floor but she knew he wasn’t anywhere near done with Bella. The woman loved pain, and that love was clear to see with just one glance. He wrapped her hair around his fist, tugging her hair back. Alessandra couldn’t look away; she was enthralled by his harsh, brutal touch. What would it be like to have his hand in her hair, tugging on the length? He was so large there was no way he’d be able to cause anything but pain.

You want it.

You want his touch on your body.

It was wrong. He was a man that sold women for sex, willing women yes, but he was essentially their high-priced, very dangerous pimp. He was the man, that even now, even after “saving” her, was keeping her here against her will.

Is he really though?

“Let’s see how much she enjoys what I did, Alessandra,” Zeke said.

She watched his hand, mesmerized, as it glided down Bella’s body. The woman’s stomach clenched but she wasn’t trying to get away from Zeke’s touch; she wanted it, she wanted him.

His hand dived between Bella’s thighs, and Alessandra heard the wet sound as he played with her pussy.

“Ah, nice and wet, just how I like it.” He pulled his fingers out of Bella’s pussy, and made her lick it.

Alessandra gasped. She’d never witnessed anything so erotic in her life.

Suddenly, he turned the woman, and she got a good look at the woman’s back. She winced at the sight; the woman’s back was covered in red welts.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Zeke asked.

She didn’t say a word.

“I’m not finished yet. Bella can take the pain I like to give out, because she loves it, yearns for it. Can you handle it, Alessandra? Will you soon yearn for my belt, too?”

To be continued…

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