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“Well, that sucks.” Lily murmurs to herself, sipping her fruity umbrellaed drink, with her back still towards me.

She’s aware of my presence, I can feel it, I can hear it in her little sighs, but she remains facing away until she feels me brush “accidentally” against her bare back.

Oh God you’re so soft.

“Excuse me. I do apologize.” I say, bending down, my lips precariously close to her dainty ear and the beautiful diamond drop earring that dangles from it.

“It’s…” Her words fall short, her back tensing, her muscles tremoring enough that they disrupt the aura around her.

I can feel her vibrating in both fear and a wanting curiosity. She knows I’m the one who saved her twice this week. She can tell that it was me the other night, who drug the man who touched her inappropriately out of her apartment. She knows I’ve been watching her, even if she hasn’t been able to completely figure out how yet.

“Everything alright Miss?” I ask her, placing my hand on her shaking shoulder, feeling her jump a little under my touch.

“Ummm, yes.” She practically pants, uncrossing her legs and turning around halfway so she can see me from the corner of her eye. “All good.”

My hand grips her just a little harder, and I lean in just a little bit closer, smelling the subtle floral perfume on her neck being heated by her rapid pulse. I can see the flutter in the skin, telling me that her heart is racing, and I want nothing more than to flatten my tongue and lick across it.

“You sure about that, princess?”

“It’s you. Isn’t it?” She asks shakily, finally turning the rest of the way to face me, trying to brush my hand from the contact on her naked skin. “The one who took me home, the one who broke into my apartment.”

“And what would you do if I told you yes?”

“I…I…don’t know.”

“Would you run out of here screaming? Or would you spread that pretty little cunt of yours for me again?”

The gasp from her pouty lipped mouth is so loud that the couple at the other end of the bar stops their conversation and looks over our way. The middle-aged woman with a glass of white wine in her manicured hand looks at my dear Lily in question, as do I and her male companion. All eyes are on her awaiting her response.

“You were watching.” She whispers, looking up at me, her stormy grey eyes searching my masked face.

“Yes I was, and it was beautiful.”

“How?”

“It’s a secret.” I chuckle, gripping her shoulder tighter in my hand, watching her goosebumps rise more, and her nipples pebble under the silky fabric of her dress.

“Just like it’s a secret who you are?” She asks on a big swallow, her throat moving so sexily as the saliva slides down it.

God, how I wish it was my cum instead.

“It’s not a secret, at least not in here.”

I wave my hand at the couple watching us and toss them a small smile. The man holds up his glass of amber drink in a silent salute, showing his respect to the man whom he knows lies behind the mask.

“Then who are you?”

“The man who wants to do so many bad things to you, until you’re begging me for more, princess.”

“Wh…what makes you think that I want that?” She stutters, but keeps her eyes on mine, and her body in my grasp.

“Just a hunch.” I say, smiling down at her, softening my features under my mask.

There are open playrooms that I passed on my way to find her. It would be so easy to take her to one, bare her to me, and give her a taste of what she can expect with me. I want it. I want her on her knees, her mouth open wide, her tongue on my cock. Then I want her draped over my lap, taking the spanking she so deserves for her indiscretions this past week. Putting herself in danger more than once, at the hands of men who don’t think twice about hurting her, makes her a bad girl.

I want to hurt her too, but only for me, and only so that she will never want another man ever again. I want to ruin her and bring her back as the perfect little thing for me. She’s close now, it’ll only take a little bit of training for this naughty thing to be my very own good girl, my perfect princess in the castle on the hill.

I can see the indecision in her gaze. The way her pupils dilate and constrict as she searches my masked face is her tell. I can see the thoughts running in her mind behind those black and grey orbs.

“My name is H. Nice to officially meet you Lily Murphy.” I say, holding out my hand for her, waiting patiently as she stares at it like my fingers are snakes ready to strike out at her. “It’s okay,” I add, leaning close to her face, feeling her breath sneak under the plastic of my phantom covering. “I won’t bite…hard.”

The voluntary placement of her dainty hand in my larger one is the first step, and she takes it with a sigh of relief when all I do is bring her knuckles up to my mouth and kiss them gently. Her skin is soft, but I already knew that, and it feels amazing on my lips.

“Come. Let’s play.” I whisper to her, tugging on her hand until she slides off her barstool and stands before me.

With a firmer pull, I bring her to me, her front pressing against mine, her tits squished against my chest. She’s so nervous that I can feel her heart hammering inside of her like a runaway train.

“Where?” She asks, looking up at me like a scared doe in my headlights.

“Wherever I say, baby. Come.”

It’s come full circle. Just a week ago today I was carrying her out the front doors of this building, and now, with her fingers laced with mine, I lead her back in towards the very place I met her. Serendipitous, no?

Should I be concerned about how easily she follows me to the unknown? Normally, and with any other woman I would. Only whores and bad girls let strange men take them away from the security of a group of people. But here, in this pace, where we all come to play out our fantasies in a safe environment, I can’t see her as the kind of bitch that rides in my truck to the pit. She’s not the type of whore that I end and then dispose of. Deep down she’s just a lonely girl with a high sex drive that wants to feel something. She’s just too na?ve to do it the right way.

With me baby, you’ll feel all the things. I promise.

It’s only been seven days, and the patrons that mill around in the halls clearly remember the show I put on for them. As I direct my beautiful flower down the halls towards the playrooms, they step out of our way. The men give me nods of approval and admiration, as the women look me up and down like hungry wolves. They all want a piece of the leader that flaunts his dominance over the pack. Too bad I only want one now. The days of H having multiple sluts a night are over, and they can tell with the possessiveness that I exude over the beauty by my side.

The rooms are filling up quickly as the night progresses. Fridays are always the busiest at Le Chateaux, and when we turn down the last hallway, the only room still available is the very one I swept her up in my arms and took her from.

“In here.” I say to her opening the door and giving her a little pull when she hesitates.

Can I blame her for her reluctance? No, not at all, but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to allow her to back out with me just because of some bad memories, whatever they may be.

I wonder princess, do you know what I did to that man while you slept? Did you hear or sense anything in your unconscious state? Did you smell his blood as it poured from his throat all over the floor that he had you bleed on as well?

“H?” She whimpers as I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her against me, leading her into the burgundy room.

“Shhh, princess. I’m here.”

My words, the same ones I spoke to her before as she laid bleeding and crying make her stiffen and her jaw starts to tremor. She does remember. She knows something happened. I can feel it tearing through her as she stumbles against my side and locks her feet in place just inside the door.

The room’s been professionally cleaned, and there’s no evidence of my brutalities to the man who harmed her. There’s no longer the odor of iron and copper, or the death that followed it, but she knows that something bad, other than what he did to her happened here.

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Face your fears.”

“It’s you I fear.” She confesses, looking up at me with wide eyes that shimmer in her uneasiness.

“I wish you wouldn’t. I did it all for you.”

“Did what?”

“I think you know.”

The realization smacks her in the face so hard that she whips her head to the side. She tries to pull away from me, leaning to the side, trying to release my grip from her shoulders, but I’m too strong for her. Even when the apprehension turns to panic, I hold on tightly to her, quietly shushing her and whispering words of encouragement to her. She’s having none of it, and the shriek that squeals from her mouth as I wrap her tighter in my arms is like the sound of a dying rabbit, all pained and shrill.

“No!” She screams, bucking her body, trying to dip out from below my arm, but I just hold her tighter, squeezing her to me, placing my lips to her hair. “You’re a killer. You killed him! Help!”

“No one’s going to interject here, princess. Shhh.”

“Don’t call me princess, you, you, you monster!” She cries out, kicking her heeled foot out, connecting with my shin.

It hurts, I won’t lie, but the pain just morphs into a pleasure, my sick pleasure. I like it, and want more of it, and I have a feeling that she’s going to give it to me. As much as I crave it though, I can’t have her hurting herself. I want her unharmed and with me willingly if I can have her that way. I would hate to have to take her against her will. Besides the only one allowed to mar her perfectly creamy skin is me.

“You’re alright. I’ve got you.” I say through gritted teeth at the feelings of pain and pleasure tearing through me.

“Fuck you!Help!”

“Don’t make me do this.” I say, grabbing her face and forcing her to look me in the eyes. “Don’t make it harder on yourself than it has to be.”

She falls still, but only for a single breath before she screams again “Help! Someone help me!”

“Lily. Lily, stop!” I raise my voice, shaking her, trying to snap her out of her terrified response. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Help!” She continues to yell out.

The people around us are staring, but no one steps forward to assist her. They all know better. They know not to cross me, especially when it comes to her. Last week’s show was a testament to the lengths I will go to for her, and no one else in our presence wants to have his fate.

“For fuck’s sake, princess.” I growl, giving in to the monster in me that just wants her to shut the fuck up.

My palm comes across her face so hard I could slap the freckles right off her cheek. She stops screaming and looks at me like I just killed a puppy.

“You, you hit me.” She cries out, reaching for the reddened hand print.

If I thought she was putting up a fight before, the effort she throws at me now is impressive. She swings her fists at me, connecting with my leather covered chest, and her feet hit my jeans covered legs. She’s a raving lunatic, hitting and kicking, all while screaming for someone to help her.

“Lily, stop!” I bellow out, but it only makes her fight harder and scream louder. “Shit.” I curse as I grab her wrists and hold them together, making the bracelet on her right one cut into her skin.

Blood trickles from her pale flesh as she struggles against the hold, trying to pull away, but only succeeding in cutting herself more.

“Baby, you’re hurting yourself.”

“No, you’re hurting me, let go of me.” She cries out, thrashing and bucking her body.

When her head swings forward and connects with my nose, I’ve had enough. She’s dripping blood from both her wrists, and now a cut has opened up across her forehead. Her ginger skin breaks and bleeds so easily.

“Fuck!” I yell. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I continue to curse as I wrap my thick, jacket covered forearm around her neck. “I’m sorry.” I say, squeezing across her neck. “Please forgive me.”

The spunk flies right out of her as I press against her windpipe and carotid at the same time, paying close attention to her breathing. I want her out not dead, and when her face turns bright red and her hands fall from my grasp all weak and motionless, I know she’s done.

“Fuck baby girl, why’d you make me do that?” I ask her motionless form that’s now slumped against me, breathing shallowly.

She weighs almost nothing to me as I lift her up and sling her over my shoulder. Yet another Friday night where I’m carrying her out of the club. Only this week, I’m taking her out the back door instead of the front, and this time…she won’t be back unless it’s on the end of a leash that’s firmly gripped in my fist.

Fucking women. Can’t live with them, can’t kill them. Well…not this one.