Sky

I am standing in front of a bed in a room filled with lavender scent, a vanity table adjacent to the dressing area, the surface adorned with trinkets and treasures. A pair of curtains flutter in the breeze, the green folds pushed to each corner allowing the rays of sunlight into the room.

He stands behind me, his gaze lingers, unwavering, sending a shiver down my spine. As if he could see the layers underneath the clothing. A tremor courses through my fingers, I try to stay calm but fail helplessly, fear and uncertainty grips me, making me rethink my decision. Should I have just died like the others, should I have ended my fate right there when I was caught.

No, I don't want to die.

His shadow stood enormous on the bed almost like I had disappeared into him, I was nothing but a fragile and petite girl standing close to his figure.

I could hear the sound of cushion bring pressed backwards, strange enough that my hearing was at its highest peek when my life is in danger. Everything was loud or perhaps I was too scared that I listened to the tiniest of things. I bet that if a pin actually dropped then I would hear it too.

"Strip" his voice cold just as I have come to know it, I couldn't turn back to look at him because then I would be more scared of him than I am right now. I slowly took off the black t-shirt I was wearing revealing my red bra, it was hard to take off my jeans because I had overgrown them and they were tightly pressed to me body but luckily he was patient with him.

All that was left was my matching set of Mira secrets, a red bra and a red panty.

"All the way" he said.

My eyes opened as I realized I was going to be naked in front of him, in front of a man I had just met last night, a man who had massacred a whole family but was willing to let my life slide because I agreed to do anything he wanted. My panties were slipped down and there I was stark naked in front of him, it soothed my mind better when I wasn't looking at him, but then came his voice to me.

"Turn around" 

I wish I could disappear, turn invisible at this point, run away from the face of the ear but none of that was happening.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life, my head hunged low as I faced him. I could feel his stare on me. His gaze travels the contours of my form, I feel a flush to my cheeks displeased about the inspection. I raised my head a bit to face him,his legs crossed and his head rested on his palm. I didn't want to look at him but I found myself lifting my head up.

He ravaged my body with his eyes, I wished to cover myself from his gapes but I was smart enough to know it would piss him off. I have heard of men like him, they pry off the dominance they feel from a woman they desire.

'Desire', what am I thinking?. This is more like Rape not only was I abducted against my will. Maybe I was the one who gave myself to him but that didn't mean I was willing to give my body to him, I had my limits and I was not going to let him touch me. 

I am only here because I could not afford to be killed, the things he did to Mr Klaus family were still imprinted in my mind, I could still see Kayla's face when she dropped to the ground. This all happened because of him and here I am standing in front of him naked because I didn't want to join them.

"Hmm" his soft exclaimation filled the room and my body tensed up, could I have offended? Perhaps he said something while I was deep in my thoughts.

I immediately caught his eyes and it felt he was gazing into my soul, my nipples became hard giving off a weird meaning, I wasn't begging for his touch but his gaze alone was able to make my body react.

I blame myself for having such a weak body.

"Interesting" he smiled.

The room suddenly became hot despite the open windows and the curtains pulled all the way, I have no idea how to express it but his stare was doing things to my body that no man could.

"On the bed" came the next command.

"What?" the words slipped out of my mouth faster than I could think and I instantly regretted it.

I quickly covered my mouth, the air had carried my words all the way to his ears before I could retract it. Don't blame me.

No man has ever given me such a command, it made me feel like I was a slave serving her master.

I was offended.

I watched as the light in his eyes dimmed, replaced by darkness that sent a chill down my spine. The tempest had been unleashed, I had triggered him. 

My legs gave out and pushed backwards until I hit the bed frame.

He leaned forward, 

I didn't need to be told twice as I climbed the bed.

What position I should be in, I had no idea,I already felt like a slut putting on a show for her master.

With a commanding tone, "Spread your legs" his voice resonating and grabbing my attention. Each word dripped with authority. 

His voice alone was enough to force the quickest reaction from me as I spread my legs apart to him, how far should it go?

I had no idea.

Slow and steadily he advanced towards me, his movement free but purposeful. As he closed the distance between us, I could feel my heart beating than ever,

He drew closer until he was right there, standing in front of me, his presence looming over me.

Ofcourse I knew what he was going to do, it was what every man does, what every man wants but was it what I wanted?. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him, my heart skipped a bit, a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was as if time itself had come to a standstill.

He spread my legs further like he was staring at a fucking object of interest.

His two fingers slid into my pussy searching them, my eyes closed for a minute drowning myself in the pleasure, rolling to the back of my head. How could his two fingers be more pleasurable than anything in the world, they were huge and he spread them apart strecthing my walls. I could feel my legs twitch and I was certain he saw that.

"Not a virgin, Good" he pulled his hands away and licked them. Expecting to be disgusted by his actions, a smile crept my face, I was already fucked up, it didn't take him a minute to mess with my head.

My pussy clenched searching for more.

A soft knock came on the door drawing our attention to it,

"Come in" he replied.

An average young woman walked into the room with a tray in her hands filled with all kinds of sexual toys and dildo.

"On the bed" he ordered and she placed the tray before me, in between my legs then exceeded the room.

"What is this?" I asked, not like I wasn't allowed to speak, I could say whatever I wanted as far as it didn't annoy him and it was his choice to answer me.

"What do you think it is?"

"I don't know"

"They are for you, I want to see you pleasure yourself, I want to know your limit and how long you would last until you have your cum pouring out of you"

As his words sank in, my jaw dropped, hanging open in disbelief. What sort of fucked up situation was he thinking.

He sat back on the couch staring at me while I wondered what the hell I was doing.

Was he some kind of fucked up pervert who loved watching women pleasure themselves?, if this is what I think it is then sign me the hell out. The next thing I know he would have men line up in the room ready to fuck me while he watched.

"I am not doing this" I raised my head, I put myself in this mess so I might as well walk out of it.

Before my feet could hit the ground, I was slammed to the wall, his hand curled around my neck gripping it.

"You will do as I say unless you want to end up dead like the others" 

We both knew who he was talking about, I had watched their massacre, it was the reason I was with him just so that I found escape my death. 

To me, he was death knocking on my door, instead I made a deal with him.

I gulped down, his grip lessened until he let go of him, after gasping for air for a few seconds, I sat down properly on the bed with my legs spread out like before.

There was no escaping this man, there was no escaping what he was going to do to me, I was too terrified to defy him.

Staring at the tray, it had several dildo of different sizes ranging from the smallest to the longest.

I picked up the middle one then raised my head to him, disappointment was written all over his face.

"Was he expected me to pick the longest" I thought to myself. That shit would probably make me bleed.

"Go on" he gestured.

I slid the toy slowing into me and let out a gasp when it breached my walls, escaping into my own world where I had forgotten that he was sitting right there watching me.

"Hmm" I let out a soft moan.

I heard the couch ruffle and opened my eyes to see him fixated on me. Not blinking for a second like he didn't want to miss a tiny bit of the show I was serving him.

Filling myself with as much pleasure as I wanted, I could feel myself ready to let out, he looks at me, now relaxed on the couch. It was like he could sense what was coming, I blinked my eyes for a second and I swore I saw him bit his lower lips or maybe I was just seeing things.

Reaching climax, I pushed myhead backwards and arched my back into a better position as I pushed the dildo deeper into my pissy. My eyes rolled all the way to the back of my head.

I was in Heaven as I pour out cum all over the bed. Waking myself up, the room fell silent. He was no longer seated in front of me, I turned to my side searching for him when I was met face to face with him.

His green eyes pierced mine,

"You will learn to hold out much longer when it is my cock deep into that pussy.

You will beg me to make you cum quickly but I won't heed to you until I am done with you" he said then walked out slamming the door behind him.

Dare

The morning sun springs up in the sky, I sit on the sofa in the living room staring at a door that catches my view. I had given her just one rule, never step out of the room without my permission. I have no idea why I want her to defy me, why I want her to open that door and step out. Ofcourse I would feel good about punishing her, a little gore play doesn't hurt.

The sound of the door bell catches my attention and I make my way to the door. An unexpected guess stands there with a smile on his face.

"Dare, it's been a while" Mark says. He is wearing a blue Jean on a black leather jacket clad with his combat boot. I spot the BMW right behind him and he turns his eyes to it.

"Sweet ride don't you think" he asks and I give him a slight nod.

Mark and I have been buddies, we work for the same organization until I left and decided to start afresh. When he first joined us, he was a naive little boy who needed a family, I thought him everything he knew, made sure he could stay on his back on his own. He was my right hand man, I'm certain that when I left he took over my position.

"Why are you here?" I ask leaning on the door, the urge to let him in was the last thing I thought of. I didn't want him in my home, especially now that I have company. Mark thinks like me, women are nothing but prey in our eyes, a means to do whatever we want with them. He didn't know that before until I showed him what it was like to dominate a woman, to have her crawl to him, to beg for his mercy and his touch.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" He answers and brushes past me into the house.

Despite working for the same organization, we wanted different things and that was what grew us apart, we were only alike when it came to work. I had his back and he did mine, if we didn't work together then we would be dead by now and we both knew that.

His combat boots create shoe prints on my ombré tiles, I frown at it but his unregistered access into my home is what boils me up.

"This is cool" he crosses his leg and his hands tap on the side table beside him. I fold my arms together watching him, he has something to say and he is taking his damn time to tell me. He knows i am fucking impatient, he is trying to tick me off.

I lean on the brown walls, my left leg raised up, my hands on my chin. He had grown a few inches and the Mustache underneath his nose reminding me of how mature he has grown.

He moved forward, the sofa makes a crumbling sound, he has his elbows on his knees and then he looks up to me.

"Something happened Dare"

I blink my eyes showing forth an expressionless face, anything could happen, he has to be more specific if he wants a reaction from me.

"The Boss, Mr Klaus is dead" he informs me. I fucking know that, I was the one who killed him but I would never tell him that.

"What happened to him?" I ask instead, allowing the damn conversation to continue. Mark wasn't smart enough to suspect me and even if he did, he had no evidence. I made sure there was no witness or clue left at the crime scene, except her but she won't be a problem right now.

He let out a sigh, I don't know if he was affected by Boss death or he was just overreacting. We have never met him, the closest we got was hearing his voice as he sent us on assignment that claim our lives. None of us has seen his face, he made it that way so that he could never be traced. It took me eleven years to find out who he was, only his secretary could see him and talk to him. He was a retired general and there was nothing in this world that you would do to him to make him spill, I tried.

"He was murdered along with his family, the news is only shared amongst us, not many people know it" 

He looks away from me, fixing his focus on his shoes, the room becomes silent.

He pulls back up to me and I match his gaze, was he expecting me to say something. We had no relation to the man who except business.

My eyes catch sight of the blood residues in his finger, he was coming from there and came over to tell me the news.

"I am going to find the motherfucker who did this to him and I am going to make him pay" he threatened.

"If you need anything don't hesitate" I replied, it was the least I could do. Not like I cared about the man's death, it was his fault for crossing me. I had dreamed of taking his life for a long time and just when he messed up, I seized the fucking opportunity and did what I had to do.

I don't care if the gang comes after me, I will kill them one by one until I am the only one standing.

He bolts to his feet, "Thank you" he says and makes his way to the door.

"Mark" I call before he could step out.

He sharply turns towards me, 

"Congratulations" 

"For what"

"You are now the head of the gang" I inform him and he nods. 

With my absence, he was now in charge of the brothers. He would be the one receiving orders from the higher ups, he had several men to feed and train. I couldn't be more proud of the boy I had raised.

"Thanks" 

I turn away moving towards the couch, I hear the door shut but the footsteps drew much closer until his eyes were now on me. A considerable amount of distance between his legs, his brows breached downwards and forward and those brown eyes darkened.

"How is it that you left us not long ago and three days later, the boss is dead?" He asks.

I stand there quiet, if he has a suspicion then he should fucking work on it. 

"Why did you leave?" he asked, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the tension.

"I was sick of it," I said, my tone flat. It wasn't a lie. It had been a game to me, one I played until I got what I wanted. By then, there was no point in staying.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't suspect you."

I shoved my hands into my pockets and rose to my feet, walking closer until I was inches from his face. His words were a challenge, and he knew it. Daring me to act. Testing me.

But I wasn't afraid of him. If I wanted to, I could smash his head against the wall and bury his body right next to his father's grave. The thought almost made me smile. I'd made him who he was, built him from nothing, and now he had the nerve to stand there and question me like I was some kind of commoner. My fists clenched at my sides, the urge to hit him burning through me.

But not yet. Not now. If I killed him here, it would be too soon. Taking him out meant taking down two leaders in a row, and the organization wouldn't rest until they hunted me down for it.

"I don't need to," I said finally, my voice calm as I forced myself to relax.

He nodded slowly, his curls bouncing slightly before settling back into place. Then he circled me, taking his time as he studied my face, searching for any crack, any hint of guilt or fear. I gave him nothing. My glare was steady, my expression cold.

"Fine. I believe you," he said at last, stepping back and raising his hands in mock surrender. His fingers brushed his neck, a casual gesture that somehow made my skin crawl, like he was toying with me.

"Can I have a glass of water?" The request was polite, almost casual, but I felt the weight of it. Felt the resistance in my chest. I didn't want to do it. Didn't want to serve him anything.

"Are you going to give a brother some water?" he pressed, his voice light but insistent.

I almost told him to get it himself. Almost. But the thought of him wandering through my house, snooping where he didn't belong, stopped me. Instead, I turned on my heel and went to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it from the faucet.

When I came back, he was gone. The door was still shut making me wonder why I didn't hear him leave. I shoot my eyes to the door upstairs to find it slightly open.

Shit!

I raced up the stairs, my heart hammering in my chest as I shoved the door wide open.

There he was.

He had her backed into a corner, her body curled up like a wounded animal, trembling, barely able to look at him. His filthy hand gripped her waist, holding her in place, while his other arm leaned against the doorframe, blocking any chance of escape.

My vision turned red.

I didn't think, didn't pause-I was on him before his disgusting tongue could touch her neck. I slammed him into the wall, the force rattling the entire room. He crashed onto the table, scattering papers and glass to the floor, but somehow, he got back to his feet, his eyes blazing with a twisted kind of satisfaction.

My blood boiled. How dare he touch her without my permission?

"Is this it?" he taunted, his voice venomous. "Is this the reason you left? So you could live out your wild fantasies?"

"Shut the fuck up," I growled, my fists clenching at my sides.

"Or maybe," he continued, undeterred, "you were hoping for a love story, huh? Settle down with her, have kids running around the house. I can't see that for you-but damn, she is gorgeous."

"I said shut it."

He sneered, circling me like a predator toying with its prey. "You're forgetting something, Dare. Men like you and me? We don't get to settle down. We don't get love. No matter how much you try, it's not for you."

"Mark!" My voice was a warning, but he ignored it.

He leaned closer, each tone dripping with malice. "She'll never love you. Does she even know who you really are? The things you've done-not just the assignments, but the women? If she knew, she wouldn't stay here for another second." He paused, a twisted smile spreading across his face as realization dawned.

"You kidnapped her," he said, his voice almost gleeful. "That's it, isn't it? You took her."

One more word. One more fucking word, and I'd slit his throat.

"She cannot fucking handle you Dare, the things I have seen you do, she can't fucking handle it. You have dark, twisted fantasy, she looks like you could break if you fucking touch her" 

The truth hurts just as they say. She was a fragile little thing, her skin was soft as silk, her eyes blue as the ocean, her long black hair that stopped at her waist. But besides being fragile and beautiful, she gave herself to me. She chosed to belong to me, it wasn't entirely my decision, she made the decision too.

Staring at her, she is still pinned to the wall where he left her, I wonder the things he had told her in the few minutes I was behind, her eyes are weary and she looks at me with fear. It is much different from the first time we met, when I gaze into those delicate blue eyes and made the biggest decision of my life. Sparing a witness.

Now, she looked at me like I was just another monster.

Mark pushed himself off the wall, brushing broken glass from his shoulders. He wasn't done. His smirk curved into something smug, calculating. He turned back to her,closing up the space between them.

"If you come with me, darling," he began, his tone slick, "I promise I won't make your life miserable. Unlike him. There's nothing he can offer you but pain and misery." He stretched his hand toward her, his audacity dripping from every syllable.

That was it.

I grabbed him by the collar, yanking him away from her before he could take another step. My grip tightened as my defenses kicked in, and I dragged him toward the window. Without hesitation, I smashed his head through the glass.

She screamed behind me, her hands flying to her mouth, but I didn't turn around. My focus was on him-the bastard bleeding from his head, his arms dangling uselessly out the shattered window. 

His dazed, blood-smeared face twisted into a weak smile, his eyes glinting with defiance.

"Say one more fucking word," I growled, my voice low and lethal, "and I'll throw you out this window."

Silence. For once, he understood the gravity of my warning.

I yanked him back inside and threw him to the floor. He groaned, clutching at his head, his once-arrogant demeanor crumbling. I loomed over him, rage still pulsing through my veins.

"Leave," I said, my voice cold and final. "And never fucking return."

He looked up at me, his expression shifting-half a promise, half a threat. It wasn't over, not for him. But I didn't care. If I saw him again, if he tried to pull this shit one more time, I wouldn't stop. Next time, I'd kill him.

Mark stumbled to his feet and staggered toward the door, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

I turned back to her. She still stood against the wall, staring at me like I was the same monster she'd feared minutes ago. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was.

I sank into the cushions of the couch, my arms dangling loosely from the armrests as I exhaled, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. The room was quiet, save for my own breathing and the faint creak of the house settling. I forced myself to let go of Mark's words, to push his poisonous voice out of my mind.

Then I heard her footsteps.

They echoed softly down the stairs, each step slow. She wasn't rushing. She wasn't fleeing. But she wasn't calm either. I could feel her hesitation, the weight of her thoughts as she moved toward me. For a moment, her steps stopped entirely, lingering in one spot as if she were deciding whether to face me or retreat.

My patience wore thin.

"Come to me," I ordered.

The pause lingered before she obeyed, finally stepping into the living room. She stopped a few feet in front of me, her posture stiff, her head tilted down. She wouldn't meet my eyes. But I searched for them anyway, wanting to see those striking blue eyes, to read whatever she wasn't saying.

I rose to my feet.

She flinched.

The movement was subtle, but I saw it. Felt it. She was scared, and I couldn't entirely blame her. I knew what Mark had said, the seed of doubt he'd planted in her. But it wasn't just him. She had seen me. Seen what I could do.

"What is it?" I asked, my tone controlled, neither harsh nor gentle. Her silence stretched, but I caught the faint sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze, those brilliant blue eyes meeting mine for just a heartbeat before they dimmed again, her lashes lowering as she looked away.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked softly, her voice trembling, her head bowing once more.

If only she knew.

If only she knew the things I wanted to do to her, the thoughts that burned through my mind whenever I looked at her. She'd run. Scream. Never look back.

I bit my lip, stepping toward her. She moved back, instinctively, but I didn't stop. I closed the distance, step by step, until her back pressed against the wall. The sight of her like this, trapped between me and the unyielding surface, reminded me too much of earlier. Of Mark.

But this was different.

I leaned down, my head resting lightly against her shoulder, my breath brushing against her neck. Her breathing quickened, shallow and uneven. She was terrified, and I couldn't blame her.

My lips hovered near her ear, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin.

"Why?

Are you scared now that he said something to you?" 

A subtle flinch comes from her, I guess she doesn't like me being close to her or Atleast that was what I thought until I felt a pull at the hem of my shirt. The corners of my lips lit up.

I shift backwards and raise her chin to stare at me,

"Are you forgetting that you gave yourself to me, I can do whatever I want with you. Isn't that right?" I question and she nods her head in response.

Such a sweet little girl.

"Don't worry, I will make you feel good. I will make you crave for my touch on your body so much that you will despise every other, you will beg me to touch you in places that you couldn't, you will crawl to me and do whatever I say like my little bitch.

You are mine now" I whispers, my gaze darken and I mean every fucking word I said.

Her knees fail her and she drops to the ground, she is breathless. Damn do I fucking like the sight of her boobs bouncing upwards in a fast motion. I want to feel them in my palm but I restrict myself. I will have her, she was already mine but I won't touch her yet.