Page 34 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

Taking in a big gulp of air, I clench my ass cheeks together as I stare unflinchingly at the makings for an enema. I'm speechless; Jarek can't be serious, can he?

"Sir…"

"Don't think about it, pauper. I know you're going to question me, but it will do no good. Accept that it's going to happen and make peace with it." Jarek's calm and collective attitude irks me to no end.

I turn hard eyes on my employer. "Have you ever had an enema, Sir?"

"That's neither here nor there. This is about you, Liliana, not me. Anything can happen in pregnancies in which the mother-to-be may not be able to have anything inserted vaginally. I want to prepare your ass to take me if that's the case."

I can see the smirk lurking in the background, dying to surface on his annoyingly good-looking face.

Crossing my arms, I raise my eyebrow at him.

"If I'm only here to give you an Heir, then once I'm pregnant, there will be no need for you to have intercourse with me.

Therefore, you will not be fucking my ass. "

Raising his hand, Jarek drags a finger down my cheek, then grips my chin. "Have you forgotten that you also agreed to be my submissive for the duration of your stay? Those were the terms for letting Sasha go."

"But you haven't yet. She's still in the cage, now, isn't she, Sir ?"

"Her punishment for touching what is mine.

" He reminds me. "But if you want to renege on your part, then I see no need to get rid of or keep her in the cage.

I need to fuck , Liliana. So, either you get in that fucking shower so I can clean you out before I get what I want, or I can go let Sasha out and fuck her until the sun comes up. It's your choice—choose wisely."

I study Jarek, and like Jackson had instructed me to do, I try looking past the surface. Jarek is annoyed, but there's something else underlying his outburst. Is that nervousness? Is he worried I'm going to choose the latter?

Deciding on another route to take, I relax my shoulders and bring my hand up to wrap around his wrist. It's not to pull it away, though. I want him to see that I'm not opposed to touching him—that I'm not repulsed by him.

"Sir, I'm not reneging on what we discussed. I'm more than happy to give you what you need, but do we really have to go this far right now? Let me give you what I know you're wanting now." I slide my other hand down and cup his hardness firmly, massaging him as it grows harder.

Jarek's lids flutter closed with a sudden intake of breath, but then they snap open, and his mouth crashes into mine. I open for him, wanting to give him whatever he wants, as long as it keeps me from getting my ass filled with saline.

I bring my other hand down and work on undoing his belt and then his dress pants. What began as just playing my role has turned into more, and I'm now frantic to get him out from the confines of his slacks. I want this—my body is craving it.

As his hand slides back and grips my hair, my hand wraps around his girth, stroking him just how he likes it. His cock is thick and silky soft with protruding veins.

Jarek rips his mouth away from mine and clenches his teeth. His eyes are closed as he thrusts into my hand. "Fuck, pauper…"

Warmth flows through me, knowing I'm pleasing him as I continue to pump my hand up and down. When I feel the pressure on my head, I don't need to wonder what it's for. I slowly drop to my knees and open my mouth for him.

"You're such a good girl, Lily," Jarek praises and pushes himself deep into my mouth. "Look at me, pauper. I want to see those eyes water for me. "

I stare up at him as he presses deeper into my throat. I'm not able to relax my throat enough before he's pushing past my tonsils and uvula, gagging me as he goes.

He's enjoying my discomfort as he grins, and something fucked up inside of me is relishing his response.

My fingers grip his thighs as he fucks my face.

Tears stream down my face, and my eyeliner, most likely.

I'm not usually one to wear makeup, mainly because I could never afford it, but since being here, I dab on a little bit occasionally.

"Fucking gorgeous. You should see yourself choking on my dick, Lily—it's picture fucking perfect."

I continue to look up at Jarek as his thrusts become faster—harder—and then he's shoving into me deeper and stilling as he releases his seed down my throat. It's the first time he's done so because he doesn't want to waste it. Since it's my time of the month, where he comes doesn't matter.

"Swallow it all, pauper. You won't get it very often, not until after you conceive, anyway."

When he's done, Jarek helps me to my feet and instantly takes my mouth in a searing kiss. When he pulls back, he smiles.

"Thank you for that, Liliana. It was much needed, but now, I need you to go into the shower and get down on all fours for me."

I close my eyes in defeat. I want to yell and shout at him, but I know it will do no good. I honestly thought I had distracted him enough, but I was so wrong.

When he sees the defeat in my eyes, he takes my chin and forces me to look at him. "This will not be as bad as you think it will be, pauper. I'll be gentle. I don't want to hurt what is mine, and this ass," he says, grabbing a handful of cheek, "is all fucking mine."

"Yes, Sir." My voice cracks, but I keep my gaze on him.

It isn't so much about whether it will hurt, but it's the embarrassment of knowing that he's looking at my most private part and inserting something into it.

I bow my head as soon as he releases my chin and pushes me toward the bathroom.

This may be the most embarrassing thing ever, but I need to be strong.

I will not cower to Jarek Falcon—I'm not that young girl anymore.

I will show him that I can take everything he dishes out, even if I'm breaking inside because of it.

"That's it. You're doing so well; I'm almost done." Jarek soothes me as he adds more of the tubing into my ass.

I may be panting hard, trying to stay relaxed, but my head is up, and my arms and legs are not betraying me. Thankfully, he used lube, so it isn't so bad, but I know it's going to get uncomfortable as soon as he pushes the saline through.

"There, it's in." I feel his lips on my ass as he kisses both cheeks gently. "How are you doing, pauper."

"I'm fine, Sir," I retort.

He chuckles, and then I feel his fingers slide between my legs and start playing with my clit. Now, I hang my head as arousal floods my system briefly before he takes his hand away.

"No coming just yet. We're not quite done." He slaps my clit, causing me to cry out, which only makes him snicker.

I feel it the second it starts flowing into me, filling my bowels and, with it, an uncomfortable feeling. Jarek does it slowly, but that doesn't take away from how it makes me feel.

"Please, Sir. That's enough…"

"I'll say when it's enough, pauper."

I whimper but remain quiet for the most part. Once he's finished filling me, he gives a few short tugs on my tampon string, adding to my embarrassed state.

"That will have to go, too, but I'll take care of it when the time comes."

My head snaps back up. "I'll take care of it, Sir. No need to bother yourself with it."

Jarek slaps my ass, and I do everything I can not to release any of the fluid inside me.

"I said I would take care of it. Don't you dare remove it yourself."

I swear, he's doing it on purpose. He's pushing me to see what my limits are, and I won't let him win. The only problem is, which way is the right direction to go? Is giving in and submitting the way to win, or standing my ground and fighting him every chance I get?

"You will stay like this for fifteen minutes, and then you can relieve yourself. I'll be back in a few minutes," Jarek states, and then he's gone.

I bet Jackson doesn't know about this part of the night. If he did, I doubt he'd say that I would enjoy it. He's not the one to be mad at, and yet, I can't help but feel angry at everyone right now—myself included.

When Jarek comes back, he helps me off my sore knees until I'm standing before him. "Good job, pauper. You may go and relieve yourself."

I wait to see if he leaves, but, of course, he doesn't. I turn, rolling my eyes when I do, and walk over to the toilet.

The long sigh that leaves my mouth can't be helped as I empty the contents into the toilet.

Jarek remains in the bathroom the entire time, watching me like a hawk.

I don't dare ask for privacy; I've learned that there is none in this monstrous house.

"Had I known this is what my life would have been like when I first met you, I would have run far away regardless.

Hell, maybe I would have thrown myself into traffic in hopes of ending my life.

This is humiliating and demeaning…" I don't know what makes me open my mouth and say what I do, but it's too late to take it back.

Jarek is on me in a heartbeat, gripping my chin and roughly tilting my face upwards. "I don't ever want to hear you mention ending your life. Do you understand me? This is how I am—it's all I know. Can you not just accept it? I've chosen you for a reason, and that alone should say something."

"Why can't you treat me like a human being—like an equal?"

He loosens his grip and brings his face to mine, rubbing his nose over my cheek before saying, "Because, pauper, no woman will ever be equal to me."

Flinching at his words, I turn my head away from him, seething. Whatever Jackson may have thought about his employer, he was dead wrong. Jarek has no heart.

"Clean yourself up, and meet me in your bedroom." Jarek straightens up and walks out, finally leaving me by myself.

At this moment, I wish there was another exit out of the ensuite because I'd use it and make him wait.

My emotions are all over the place right now.

I came here for one reason and one reason only—money.

I've let my friend put the notion in my head of something more coming out of this even though I was fully against it, but I did.

Now, I know that Jarek Falcon is and will always be nothing but a bully—a bully with money and power—and I'm stuck dead center in the middle of it all.

When I walk into the bedroom, I stop short. There, in the middle of the room, are two tripods with video cameras attached. As if the camera in the corner wasn't enough.

"Why are those set up? I never agreed to—"

"You did. You agreed to let me do whatever it is I want. This," Jarek says, pointing to both cameras, "is insurance."

"What do you mean insurance?"

"Well, pauper, you seem to keep wanting to fight me at every turn. Who's to say you won't continue fighting me throughout this process. Having to fight with you gets rather annoying, so now, I will have these to keep you agreeable."

"Agreeable?" I ask, confused.

"Yes, agreeable. You see, pauper, from here on out, whenever you think of arguing with me, just remember these videos. I can and will make them public, or at least let my men get a nice view of how you look when I make you come over and over."

"You wouldn't!" I gasp.

"Wouldn't I?" Jarek asks wickedly. "Get on the bed, Liliana, and let's begin."