Page 8 of Girls Night
“I should go,” I murmur, kissing her softly and lightly rubbing my lips over hers.
“Please don’t leave me alone,” she whimpers, and I groan quietly when she tightens her arms around me.
In a moment of desperation, I cave, pulling her more firmly against me while furiously cursing the bars that are keeping us apart. I shudder when her fingertips touch my bare skin, and without thinking clearly about what I’m doing, I slide mine up her waist to cup her breast. Violante lets out a sharp exhale, and I immediately drop my hand, but when I feel her shake her head and moan into my mouth, I realize I’d only surprised her.
Slowly, I trail my fingers along her skin, feeling the goosebumps rise at my light touch. By the time I reach her breast again, my heart is pounding furiously in my chest, and warmth coils low in my belly when she leans into my hand. I stop kissing her, and our fast, quiet breaths warm the air between us. Running my thumb along the curve of her breast, I lightly brush over her nipple that peaks at my touch. My mouth is dry as I repeat the action, and when I gently pinch the tight bud between my thumb and forefinger, her gasps send a bolt of heat straight through me.
Violante digs her fingers into my back and jumps again when I bring my other hand beneath the blanket to her other breast and begin stroking them both together. She arches her back instinctively, and I lower my head to take one in my mouth. The moment my lips are wrapped around it, she lets out a moan that’s followed by a louder gasp when I tease the tip with my tongue.
“Farren,” she whispers breathily, and I moan against her skin at the sound of my name before quickly switching to lavish attention on her other nipple. Replacing my mouth with my fingers, I rub the cooling saliva into her skin while I reach around with my other hand and place my palm against her back to hold her in place.
I should stop before Father hears and catches me down here, sucking on Violante’s tight nipples. With Violante clutching onto me like I’ll disappear while she writhes in pleasure at my touch, I know now there’s no chance I’ll ever be able to pass his tests. The painful realization makes me gasp, and after gently kissing her soft skin and lifting my head to brush over her lips with mine, I pull away before she realizes my face is streaked with tears.
I’m going to fail, and then he’ll kill us both to make me pay.
“I have to go. If he catches me here, then I may as well have killed you myself.”
Violante flinches at my harsh words but doesn’t speak; she doesn’t have to. The despair is evident in her harsh and ragged breaths. I’m sure if I was able to see her expression, it would be as stricken as mine.
I leave her alone in the dark, and feeling my way back across the basement to the stairs, I hurry up them as fast as I can without making any noise. I stop at the top, listening out for her and for any sound from my father. Hearing nothing, I quietly exit the basement and sneak through the house, painfully aware of how much my clit is throbbing and my pajama bottoms are soaked with arousal.
Somehow, I make it back to my room without being caught, and I lie in my bed beneath the covers breathing hard and listening intently for any sign I might’ve woken my father or Tucker. As my breathing slows, I recall what happened with Violante and how her lips and body felt, and the dull ache in my pussy grows more intense.
In the dark with my eyes closed, I slide my hand under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, and press my fingers against my clit. I slowly begin rubbing and gradually increase the speed and pressure of my movements until sparks are shooting through me.I’m close. Taking hold of one of my breasts, I tweak and stroke first one nipple and then move across to do the same to the other without slowing the pace of my fingers between my thighs. I’m struggling to keep my moans contained, but I don’t stop touching myself even when I bite my bottom lip so hard I can taste blood. Instead, I keep going until I feel my pussy clench as the orgasm rips through my body.
As I shiver through the aftershocks and catch my breath, tiredness sweeps over my body, making it feel heavy. I stare up at nothing and let the fresh tears fall. They slide down my cheeks as guilt rips through my heart at what I’ve done. If my father had walked in, he’d have known, and I would have ruined everything. I’ve got to find a way to save Violante, even if it kills me.
I won’t have her death on my hands.
Chapter Eleven
Violante
The light switching on disturbs my rest, and I hurriedly move to shove the blanket out of the cage and move back to the center. The thunk of boots on the wooden stairs makes my heart beat to the uneven stomps. Even if I was in darkness, I’d know those footsteps, and their presence down here signals oncoming pain and humiliation. I want to be brave and face him, but instead I cower as his terrifying aura fills the room, making it feel close and suffocating.
There’s a lack of humanity in his demeanor. His soulless eyes chill me every time I see them and feel him lay them on me. His lecherous gaze makes my skin crawl, and his touch feels as though he’s stripping my flesh. I bow my head, not wanting to face him, but when I hear softer, lighter footsteps approaching, I glance up.Big mistake. His eyes narrow on me and then he turns ever so slowly to track where my gaze has landed. A devious smirk spreads across his lips, and my heart skitters in response.
“Let’s put on a really good lesson, shall we?” he says slyly, crouching in front of me and obscuring my view of Farren.
I whimper in fear when he grabs me, pulling me to my feet. I’m unsteady, and my legs are shaking. My entire body is covered in goosebumps from the increasingly cold air circulating around me. With winter approaching, I wouldn’t be surprised to see my breath puffing out white clouds in front of me as the temperature in the basement continues to drop. I shiver when he palms my breasts in his large, warm hands. I feel a tear slip free as he starts roughly massaging them, and a cry bursts from my lips when he viciously pinches my nipples between his fingers.
I cast my mind back, slipping into the memories of the previous night and how gentle Farren was, touching me with kindness and care. A particularly painful twist brings me shrieking back to the present, and I glance up at his face, seeing his twisted grin and raised eyebrows.He realized I’d checked out and did that on purpose.
My body hits the wooden base of the cage hard as he throws me down, and I gasp, feeling the skin on my elbows split from the force. I don’t know what he’s doing, but this isn’t like anything he’s done before. I weakly pull myself onto my elbows and cry out in pain as my hair is ripped backward, forcing my back to arch. He pulls me to my feet and presses me, face forward, against the bars, trapping me between a wall of his flesh and cold metal. I feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against my exposed ass and try to move away, but all it does is increase the pressure on my scalp. My eyes meet Farren’s wide ones, and I hate that she’s seeing this.
“Don’t look to her for freedom. She won’t save you. She knows better. She doesn’t want you. She’ll never want you. You’re nothing but some holes to fill and a means for me to educate my daughter. Now, I want you to beg for my dick, girl.”
“No,” I respond, my voice strained with agony as my throat stretches tighter and my back protests the angle.
He rubs himself against me; it’s a warning of what’s to come. I know I won’t get a choice in this either way, but I don’t want to beg for him to use me as his own real-life fuck toy
“Do as you’re fucking told, bitch,” he snarls, spanking me so hard on the ass I yelp.
I hear the sound of a zipper and feel the warm tip of his cock pressing against my pussy. A sob traps in my throat, and I feel strands of my hair part from my scalp when I try to pull away, even though I've nowhere to go. I don’t get far before I’m yanked backward and impaled on his cock, and my husky scream of agony makes my dry throat feel raw.
“Beg for it.”
I can hardly breathe through the shredded feeling in my pussy, and blackness encroaches on my vision.
