Shark (Wall Street Beasts 1)
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” she whimpered the words as his thick, throbbing rod pressed against the tender entrance of her body. She felt herself wrapped in his energy, lost in his gaze, her pain becoming a fundamental part of his pleasure as he thrust into her, splitting her ass open with his fucking huge cock.
“It’s too late for sorries, Sophie,” he growled as an orgasm made her shudder, coming from the hungry bud of her clit and emanating through her flesh. “You tried to kill me, and now you’re going to pay with this body for as long as I want to take you.”
He pulled out of her ass and thrust inside her cunt, his cock seeming to grow larger and longer with every thrust. She screamed and wailed, but the grip on her throat kept her from being able to truly express the full ravaging she was receiving.
Alex stroked himself in and out of her pussy, making her wail and writhe for a precious few dozen strokes before pulling his cock free again and plunging it inside her mouth, cutting off her cries completely and leaving her other two holes open and begging for more…
“She’s enjoying herself, isn’t she? Imagining your punishment, coming to your torment. She likes it rough, Alex. She’s the perfect little fuck doll, and I gave her to you…
“You destroyed an innocent girl so you could destroy me,” Alex said. “You’re beyond sick. They don’t even make words for what you are.”
“I know,” Indigo grinned. “Don’t worry. She won’t remember anything she’s experiencing now. It’s like a powerful dream. Easily forgotten, but fully felt.”
“What's the point, Indigo?”
“Ah! The point!” His tormentor smiled ever more broadly. “It comes down to a choice — Sophie’s choice, if you will. Except it’s not hers. It’s yours. Will you give this delicious little specimen back to her maker, and let me do with her as I see fit? Or will you keep her for your own, knowing that she is little more than a walking, talking fuck doll, who might at any time turn on you, her master, at my whim?”
Chapter 35
"Let me out!”
Sophie screamed the instruction to the universe, but the universe wasn't listening.
She was being kept in a small room. There was a mattress on the floor, a shower and a toilet behind a curtain, and a big, burly guard who would not speak to her, but spent the entire time watching re-runs of Friends on his phone. She had been there for a week at least. Maybe longer. It was hard to tell with no external cues to rely on.
Sophie had no idea where the room was. The windows were blacked out, and she wasn’t able to get the door open. Occasionally the sound of a train going by would make the room rattle, but that didn’t tell her much.
Creeaakkkk…
The door opened in a dramatically noisy way. Sophie looked hopefully at it, thinking it might at the very least be food, if not rescue.
But the person who came through the door was pretty much the last person Sophie ever wanted to see again in her life. It was the woman who had been part of the plot against her from the beginning. The dour, unpleasant-faced female who seemed to have all the power in the world, and none of the charisma. She was an absolute void of personable traits, a walking black hole of boring…
“Hello, Sophie.”
“Get fucked, Ellen.”
Ellen smiled coldly. “You need to learn some manners. Your rudeness could be lethal one day, when you’ve outlived your usefulness.”
“Yeah? I don’t give a fuck.”
“Cursing repeatedly will not improve your position, though I understand Alex Roth has more or less trained you to react like a petulant child deserving a spanking.”
"Don't you say his name to me,” Sophie hissed. “And don't try any of your weird tricks to activate me either. It won't work.”
“It absolutely would work, if I wanted it to. Ernesto, you’re dismissed. I’ll be watching the prisoner.”
The guard grunted, got up, and left the room without taking his eyes off his phone. Sophie found herself alone with Ellen.
“Don't get any stupid ideas about leaping at me," Ellen said, producing a gun from her pocket. “I’ll shoot you in the leg, and likely hit an artery.”
Sophie folded her arms over her chest and looked at the woman through narrowed eyes. “What do you want? Have you just come here to gloat? Like Indigo?”
“I’ve come to make you an offer. You can be reunited with your husband. There's no reason to keep you here longer. Your name has already been cleared. He knows you weren’t in control of your faculties. He knows about the therapist.”
“So he owes me an apology for doubting me,” Sophie said. “What's the catch?”
Ellen gave her a glacial smile. "The catch is, you work for me now.”