Defiled

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ID: 1456737   (Rated: GC) Scarred  At six I was sold into prostitution. This is my life; it's not a fairy tale. by §apphire•Eyes

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I glanced at the clock for what must have been the thousandth time that night, every second ticking by ten times slower than usual. With eyes drooping and my vision blurred, I couldn't make out the time. The sounds of angry shouts and triumphant yells blended into one. Someone reached into the open part of the back of my cherry satin dress, his hand curving around my breast. I giggled, too drunk to care as I leaned over to grab the slender crystal wine glass across from me. Next to me, Johnny was losing more and more money. His eyes consumed with silent rage, he tossed his cards on the table and knocked the glass from my hands. The blood red liquid narrowly missed my dress as it flowed freely down the side of the table. A sickly silence overtook our table as Johnny roughly grabbed my wrist, pulling me up next to him. Usually, I would have been terrified, but after about seven drinks I only wanted to burst out laughing. My face took on a glazed look as my mouth curved into amorous smile.

"I think we're finished for tonight." Johnny's voice was quiet, but no one was fooled. Everyone knew what he was capable of, and no one was about to step in his way. His grip on my wrist grew painful as he half-carried, half-dragged me through the casino and up the stairs back into my suite. I remained mute even as he slammed the doors behind him and shoved me onto the marble floor. I stared at him defiantly, trying to ignore an itch on my back further inflamed by my unnervingly tight dress.

Johnny knelt next to me, one white hand grasping my slender neck. I struggled to keep my face calm even as his thumb found the pulse giving away my true feelings. His grip tightened as he leaned in closer.

"Don't you dare behave that way around my colleagues again." I began to pant slightly as he strengthened his hold on me. "Am I clear?"

I nodded quickly, eager for him to release me, instantly collapsing in a puddle on the floor and gasping for air when he did. I looked up at him, surprised when he made no move.

"What is it?"

He rose, undoing his dinner jacket and throwing it on the bed. "I'm trying to decide whether to take you sober or drunk."

I laughed, my body a limp mass on the floor. "I'm good either way." He slapped me, but I only laughed harder. Pulling me up, he yanked the clip from my hair and tore my satin dress down the center. I sent a befuddled glance down my body, confused as to why I was suddenly naked. My gaze fell on Johnny, watching his eyes briefly cloud over with lust before I collapsed into him, suddenly dizzy. I felt his body tense but was too tired to care. I murmured softly against him.

"Can't we continue this tomorrow?"

He ignored me, shoving my limp body carelessly onto the bed. Taking out his phone, he dialed a number.

"Get up here now. I want her sober when I get back." He hung up, striding over beside my still form. "Your maid will be up to give you a bath. When I get back, we will finish what we started earlier." I mumbled something inaudible in my sleep which must have satisfied him, because he got up and walked away.

Moments later I felt myself being dragged off of my bed before being dumped into a pool of cold water. I gasped softy as a bucket of the freezing water was dumped on my helpless body, my eyes fluttering slowly open, squinting at the small amount of light in the room. Wordlessly, my maid resumed her task, continually poring the icy water over my body, plastering my long hair to my skin. Slowly, the haze was replaced by a pounding headache. Over an hour passed before she finally stopped, leaving my lips quivering from the cold. Gently, she helped me from the solid silver tub and covered my body in the fluffy pink towel. My eyes fell on the stars outside of the window as she grabbed another towel and dried my hair. I wished I was in bed, asleep like all the other girls. What time was it? One-o'clock? Two-o'clock? I didn't know. Johnny usually didn't make any of us work at night.

Silently, I pulled on the dark blue spaghetti-strapped lingerie. The delicate sheer material tightly confined my breasts, but flowed freely over my stomach, stopping well above my mid-thighs. Like every other man, Johnny likes to play games. Unlike the others, however, he wants to be the one in charge. I remembered how he'd always wanted me to play the sweet and innocent girl, hating to see me now with the others in my black corset, thigh-high fishnets, and knee-high boots, playing the role of the dominatrix. I smirked. He hadn't changed, but I had. I wasn't his baby anymore. I sat down by my vanity, my outer façade the picture of patience as my thick wavy hair was brushed dry, straightened, and then pulled up at each side with a silver comb. Johnny walked inside just as my lipstick and eye shadow were applied.

"That's enough. You can go." My maid scampered away, as he walked closer. I remained frozen, staring at my reflection in the mirror, my breath quickening as his fingers brushed the hair from my neck and kissed the curve below my chin. Something in his temper had changed. He seemed quieter even as I felt the lust and hot desire pounding through his veins. I didn't understand.

"Why are you here?"

He continued to burrow himself in my neck, his fingers slipping off one of my straps and he slowly caressed my naked shoulder. "To finish what we started."

"Why?"

He pulled away, removing one of the combs from my hair. "I'm giving you a break from all of those fools who think they know how to handle you." His lips touched my ear, whispering softly as he slipped down the other strap. "Tell me what you feel with them." He kissed my shoulder, smiling triumphantly, mistaking my distaste for passion. "Aren't you sick of giving pleasure and getting nothing back?"

It was true. I did want something in return. He was the only one who gave me anything. I sometimes did feel a longing when he touched me. Other times I felt only pain. I hated my lust and cursed myself for my dependence on him. Confusion clouded my eyes. He must have seen it, because his lips found mine, kissing me firmly. I gave in, softening against him.

"That's my girl." He whispered. "You're just as placid as you used to be."

"Careful. I might not stay that way."

Johnny laughed softly. "No, you won't. Not when I'm done with you." He nodded toward the other side of the room. "Get on the bed."

I paused, signifying that he still held no real power on me. After a brief moment, I walked over the the bed, slowly pulling open the white gauzy curtains. I felt his eyes on me, letting him assess each limb, each crevice on my body. I could taste his anger even from several yards away. He hated it when I tried to seduce him. I'd never succeeded. He was different from the rest and knew me too well. I turned my innocent eyes on him, begging him to forgive me. I could play his game. Before I could move farther, I felt his body possessively cover mine. I gasped in surprise, my body tightening in anxiety as his fingers traced my lips and then traveled down to my neck and the swells of my breasts.



"Don't you ever play with me like that again." He lifted the material around my taut stomach, his hands constricting my slender waist. "You know it doesn't work with me." My muscles tensed as he licked the warm flesh next to my belly button. I yearned to push him away, but I didn't dare. He moved farther up my body, his own resting lightly on mine. I closed my eyes. Habit demanded that I urge him on, but I forced myself to remain still. He wanted nothing to challenge his right to fully dominate me. Forcing my lips open his tongue played with mine as his right hand lightly squeezed my breast. Without my consent, my mind briefly gave in to desire. I hated my helplessness. I hated him for making me that way.

Without thinking, my legs curled around his torso as my hands tore apart the buttons on his white silk shirt. My hands reached inside to caress a surprisingly firm stomach. Even at 35, he was still fit. One of his hands snatched mine, stopping me. Without speaking, he removed my hands and, sitting up, he discarded the rest of the shirt himself. My eyes bore through his, my gaze turning from lustful to innocent in a matter of seconds. For a moment he hesitated, obviously wondering if he should punish me or not, but in the end, my ploy worked. He ignored my crave for domination and continued his work, his determination to go slowly quickly tiring and unnerving me. My eyes drooped closed.

"Aren't you done yet?"

"No. Not until I see a change in your disposition." His hands wandered up my inner thigh. I sucked in my breath sharply, softly cursing him for catching me off guard. Usually men don't care how I feel. Johnny only does, because to hear me moan and scream and beg for his touch feeds his ego. I learned that early on. His fingers traveled farther up. My hands gripped the silky sheets. I didn't think I could take it much longer. Determined not to cry out, I bit my tongue. But Johnny remembered me too well. He remembered what I liked; he remembered what frustrated me. He took his hand away. A wave a relief spread over my body, but not before an unbidden moan of disappointment escaped my lips.

Anger clouded my mind as a triumphant smile covered Johnny's face, but I keep quiet. His face closed in on mine. I cringed slightly as he whispered in my ear.

"I'm not going to stop until you scream my name and beg me to keep going." His hands undid the clasp, and my lingerie fell away. "You can get it over with now," he lingered near my collarbone, kissing it softly, "or later." His eyes feasted on my exposed body. "Your choice. I'll stay until tomorrow night if need be."

My lips curved into a smile I didn't feel. "Stay as long as you like." My hands toyed with one of the corners of the light blue sheet. "Who am I to stop you?"

"Good." His fingers resumed their previous position. "Let's continue then."

He quickly reclaimed every inch of my flesh, his hands swiftly spreading the fire settling over my body. I moaned softly, arching my back and pressing myself against him as his fingers raked my hair and his mouth attacked the flesh below my neck. He was going to win, I just didn't feel like giving him the satisfaction at that moment. His tongue created a long wet trail along my neck, between my breasts and down to my belly button. He paused then, his eyes searching mine. I bit my lip in desperation, my nails raking the silky sheets. Johnny laughed but not before a dark flash of anger lit his eyes. None of his other girls would have dared hold out on him this long. His frustration quickly dissolved, however, as a smile lit his face.

When he pulled himself off of the bed, I breathed a sigh of relief. Surely he was finished with me now. I lay still, cold but not daring to cover myself. I watched as he pulled out a crystal glass and filled it to the top with scotch and ice. Taking a sip, he walked back over, sitting on the bed and placing his glass on a small table near it. My breath quickened as he pulled out one of the ice cubes, and holding it between his two fingers, traced it upon my abdomen. My muscles clenched as I gasped, the cold ice a stark contrast to my warm skin. His gentle touch undid me. He knew what I wanted. He knew how to keep his anger and lust in check when all the others didn't. He knew I hated him for his unending patience.

A light mist of sweat developed over my body. Exhausted, I was having a hard time resisting him. At the same time, my stubborn side persisted, refusing me to let him win. Johnny watched as my eyelids began to droop. I must have briefly drifted off because my next feeling was one of intense pain. Shock ripped through my body as he tore inside me. I suppressed a gasp of pain as he firmly grasped my waist, his fingers digging into my sides. Frustration clouded my senses as a wave of pleasure spread over my body. I hated myself as I clung to him in desperation. For the first time in years, a small tear made its way down my white cheek. I cursed my dependence on him, but he was he was the only one I had.

A scream tore through my body, my lust quickly dying at the smile of satisfaction on Johnny's face. I expected him to get up and leave, but he stayed where he was, not willing to relinquish his position over me. His finger lightly caressed a crevice in my neck.

“You haven't changed a bit. When will you learn that can't hold out on me?”

I swallowed an angry sob as I turned away from him. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? His right hand grasped my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.

“Tell me you didn't want this.” He moved back slightly, one hand reaching out to cup my left breast. Furious, I shoved his hand away, drawing my covers around me. Displeasure clouded his eyes before a cold laugh escaped his throat.

“This is no time to be modest my love. I know you better than anyone here. I know every crevice in your body. I know what buttons to push to make you scream in either pleasure or pain.” His finger brushed against the cut on my cheek. I winced softly. His demeanor changed instantly at the return of my previous helplessness.

“I'll stay the night,” he paused, “if it's okay with you.”
I laughed coldly, quickly recognizing his ploy. He would stay with me, pretending that he cared and hoping to deepen my dependence on him. Then he'd leave and pretend that he'd never acted like he'd actually loved me. “Do what you want. I don't care.” Completely drained, I turned away from him, moving to the other side of the bed. I was just beginning to drift off when I felt his arms encircle my waist and draw me closer to him as his lips searched mine. I closed my eyes, tasting desire and a fierce possessiveness in his kiss. I drew away slightly, a shudder running through my spine as his fingers brushed the hair away from my forehead. I whispered softly, briefly enamored by the firelight playing games on his body.

“Why are you playing with me like this?”

“I don't play. I know you've already figured me out. You're the only girl here who can beat me at my own game. You're different from the countless others. If you weren't, I wouldn't waste my time.” He closed in again, determination to make me trust him sparkling in his eyes. I turned away, making him miss his mark and fall on the pounding pulse in my neck instead.

“No. Please don't. Any girl who thinks she's figured you out either doesn't know you or is completely ignorant. I'm not stupid. You don't need me or anyone.” I thought he would stop, but he wasn't finished yet.

“You're wrong. I need someone to help me rule my...empire, to be seen with me at parties, to look pretty at my side.” He stopped, letting his words sink in.

“You want me to be your mistress? That's what this is all about?” My laugh was hard. “You're a fool if you think I'd even consider it.”

“I wasn't asking you.”

“You're bluffing. Taking me out of this...this little operation you have would make you loose over fifty percent. What would you get out of this?” I could see his patience begin to waver at my endless questioning.

“The authorities are keeping a closer eye on this place.”

“I thought you were paying them to be quiet.”

“They don't know there are children involved. If they did, I could pay them millions, and it wouldn't matter. With you at my side, no one would believe that over fifty percent of my associates have a taste for...the younger woman. No one would suspect this place...or me.”

“Why would I care about either?”

“This is all you know. Do you think you'd survive out there?” He laughed softly, not giving me a chance to answer his question. “No.” He traced a white finger along my jawbone, his eyes staring into mine. “This is all you're good at.”

I glared at him. “So you're asking me to be your mistress and appear publicly by your side so no one will take you for a child molester?” I laughed, the sound cold and brittle. “Of course you'd know that by keeping me for yourself you'd be loosing thousands every week.”

Johnny stayed silent so long I thought he didn't hear me. Finally he smiled, the familiar flicker of lust lighting his dark eyes. “In our business, it's not about money.”