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Her pussy clenched his dick in a death grip nearly making him explode before they even began. “So tight. My pussy. Mine. Take this cock. Every inch of it.” He lifted his hips to thrust in and out of her.

Aya placed her hands on his knees and moved with him. “Fuck yeah. That’s it ride it.”

“Oh my stars,” She threw her head back resting it against his chest as she moved her lower body in sync with his. What had started out as a means to teach her and young Ben a lesson had become so much more. He thought he’d imagined how she made him feel last night but he hadn’t. In fact, this time was even more intense than before.

Each thrust took him closer to nirvana and each sigh from her lips was like a sweet symphony to his ears. Forgotten was the driver and anything else. There was nothing and no one else except the two of them in this moment.

He captured her chin in his hand and turned her head in order to taste the sweetness of her mouth. Dare thrust his tongue past her lips. Unlike their first kiss, she was ready for him. Her tongue greeted his.

She rocked her body against his and began to shake. “Come for me,” he commanded against her lips.

Dare captured her scream in his mouth. The already impossibly tight grip her pussy had on his cock got even tighter. It was his downfall. He exploded inside of her.

He held on to her, placing his forehead on the back of her head. He didn’t want to let go and he couldn’t figure out why. As his body slowly came down from its high, he caressed her sweat dampened skin, reveling in the beauty of its hue. She was so tiny in stature, fitting perfectly on his lap, but her body was all woman. He loved the way she was so responsive to his touch. Aya was everything he wanted and more. If he wasn’t careful, she could soon come to mean more to him than anyone ever had and that made him uncomfortable.

 With his breathing under control once again, he was able to think clearly. It was just sex. That was it. After she was with him for a few more weeks, he’d begin to lose interest. She couldn’t possibly be any different than any number of women whom he’d fucked over the years. It would be foolish to make her think she meant anything to him beyond the use of her body.

His cock now only semi-erect, he pulled her off of him and sat her in the seat next to him. As he stuffed his dick back into his pants, he said, “You may dress. When we get back to the house, I’d like for you to clean yourself and wait for me in your room. I might need you again tonight.”

Dare didn’t bother to gauge her reaction, but he did hear her soft gasp. He didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Caring was for the weak.

Aya didn’t know how much longer she could handle this before she actually broke down. Each day in her fancy cage was a battle to keep her sanity intact. She believed she’d been here for approximately six weeks but she wasn’t sure because the days seemed to bleed together. The staff still barely spoke to her beyond asking if she needed anything.

She would have her evening meals with Dare at his request but he spent that time doing work. She ate alone for breakfast and lunch. Mr. Garrison had showed her how to turn any room she was in to an entertainment center by voice command. There was only so much music she could listen to or holovision she could watch before she was bored again. It was a far cry from the life she once had when she was up at the crack of dawn getting the bar ready for their daily business. She missed the spirited clientele and how her uncle would always have a lively story to tell. Aya missed her neighbors and she missed Mac. She hoped he was doing well.

Aya tried not to think about her uncle too much, otherwise, she’d break down. She had to hang on to the hope that Dare had kept his word to make sure her uncle’s stay in prison was at least bearable. She hadn’t heard a word about it since the first time he’d mentioned it. It worried her to think what would happen to him once he was released—if he was released. Where would he go? With the bar out of business, she was sure the bank had foreclosed on the property and squatters had taken over the building.

Most days, she took a walk around the massive estate which occupied some of her time, but other than that, there was nothing else for her to do. And then, there was Dare. The incident in his vehicle on her second day with him was only the beginning of Dare’s complete domination of her. He usually spent most of his time outside of the house for work but when he was home, other than dinner, he was fucking her, wherever he pleased. Once he’d taken her on the table when they’d finished eating.

The real screwed up part about the entire situation was she was beginning to look forward to those moments, even though most nights he’d fuck her and leave without a word. It was the only time anyone acknowledged her presence for more than a few seconds. Sometimes, he’d hold her but he didn’t speak. It was those moments that Aya could pretend she wasn’t his prisoner and he her jailer.

Her daily walk on the grounds completed, she didn’t feel like returning to her room to watch holovision. Aya decided to take another tour of the house. She liked to look at the paintings that were prominently displayed on the walls. Some of the art she recognized from books. As she strolled through the halls, she came to another wing of the house, she had yet to explore. She opened the first door she came to and walked inside.

A gasp escaped her lips as she saw enough weapons decorating the walls to arm an entire militia. There were guns and swords, demobilizers and weapons she couldn’t identify. She wasn’t sure whether to be frightened or fascinated by the vast array of weaponry displayed in this room. Aya touched one of the shiny blades adorning the wall.

“That’s a military issue blade. Eight and a half inches of cold steel. It was used in World War II.“

Aya didn’t hear Dare enter the room. She nearly jumped out of her skin. She whirled around. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

He grinned. “If that were to happen, I’d call my physician to ensure your survival.” It was the closest he’d ever come to making a joke with her. He almost seemed human.

“You don’t mind me being here, do you?”

“Not at all. I’m very proud of this collection.”

“It’s extensive. What are those things?” She pointed to two sticks connected to a short chain.

Dare walked over to where they hung and pulled them off. He held the sticks apart to display them. “The proper name for them is nunchaku, but most people referred to them as nunchuks. They were popular in training in the karate fighting style, but they weren’t very practical in combat because they weren’t as effective against the other weapons around at the time they were invented. Incidentally, they were made popular years later by an action movie actor.”

“They seem kind of silly. Other than for bashing someone on the head with them, I can’t see much use for them otherwise.”

“Sometimes, the most effective weapons are the simplest. Like that baton, for instance. It’s used by the enforcers to get a wily perpetrator under control. Its basic design has lasted for hundreds of years. Sometimes, they don’t need to be deadly to be effective.”

“You seem to have extensive knowledge of everything in here. It’s like a museum.”

“It’s a passion of mine so, of course, I research each item before I add it to my collection.”

Aya was amazed that he actually seemed to care for something beyond making more money and tormenting her. “You must have started this collection when you were young.”

“I started about twenty years ago, when I was thirteen. It was one of the few hobbies my father allowed.”

“Were you close to him?”

“One didn’t get close to my father. He made sure of that.”

“I’m sorry.”

He kept his gaze focused on the wall. “What exactly are you apologizing for?”

“That you weren’t close to your father. That must have been disappointing for you.”

“Aya, life is full of disappointments. I’m sure you, more than anyone, would know that by now.”

And just like that, the moment was over. Dare had given her a brief glimpse of himself but then promptly slammed the proverbial door in her face. He could have slapped her and she wouldn’t have been more taken aback by his subtle barb. She should have known not to let her guard down with him for even a moment.

“Right, coming from the man who reigns at the helm of discord, I imagine you’d know a lot about it yourself. I’m surprised to see you here in the middle of the day.” She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm.

“There’s a function tonight. You’re coming with me. I want you to wear the green dress. Be ready at seven.”

Dare was full of surprises today. First that brief glimpse into his past and now, he was actually taking her out?

“Okay.”

He held on to her arm and it seemed like he wanted to say something else but instead he released her arm.

This time when she walked past him, he didn’t stop her.

“Shit,” he muttered. What the hell was he thinking to tell her that? Just as he feared, Aya Smith had become his obsession. When he wasn’t with her, he thought about her. Every night before he went to bed, he would access the cameras in her room and watch her. She had a nightly routine. Aya would soak in the tub or sometimes, she’d shower. Afterwards, she’d rub oil in to her skin. Dare had lost track of how many times he’d watch her while he stroked his dick. There were a few times when he couldn’t hold back and he went to her room so he could fuck her again.

Each night, it became harder for him to leave her. She even consumed his thoughts while he was working. Dare had thought by now he would have been bored with her, but instead, he couldn’t see himself letting her go for a long, long time. What was worse, he wanted to know what she was thinking and who she was thinking about. Was there a lover she dreamed of from her former life when she wasn’t with him?

He wanted to know what made her smile, laugh and what her most favorite thing in the world was. Dare had never been so consumed with anyone in his life and for the first time in a very long time, he was frightened. Scared that he’d become weak, the one thing he’d spent most of his life fighting against.

Even as a little boy, he wasn’t allowed the luxury of crying. His father had considered it a sign of weakness. That was for other people. One of the earliest lessons he remembered receiving was from his father. He couldn’t have been more than three or four. He had tripped and hurt his knee. Dare’s nanny had bandaged him up and gave him a sweet to make him feel better.

His father, however, had found out about the incident.

It wasn’t often when Dare was summoned to his father’s office. He remembered Miss Peterson, his nanny, taking his hand as he walked down the imposing hallway that led to his father’s study. The door opened before she could announce herself.

They stepped inside. Dare raced to his father and attempted to climb on his lap. ‘Hi, Daddy!” His father was his hero. Dare wanted to be like him, dress like him, walk and talk like him. If his Daddy told him something about the world, it had to be true. There was no one smarter than him.

Aedan O’Shaughnessy frowned. “Alasdair, stop this foolishness and get off of me. Have some dignity and stand up straight like a man.”

Dare pulled away from his father, straightened his back and placed his arms at his side. "Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re a little too old to call me that. Call me father.”

Dare nodded. “Yes, Dad—Father.” He didn’t understand why his father seemed mad at him but he would do whatever it took to make his father happy with him again.

“Tell me, son. What did you do today?”

Out of habit, Dare looked to Miss Peterson before answering.

“Don’t look at her. She’s nobody. Look at me when I’m speaking to you. What did you do today Alasdair?”

“We worked on my letters. Miss Peterson read to me and I read some back. I went swimming.”

“Is that all?”

He nodded. “Yes, Daddy. Father.”

His father pressed a button on the desk and a screen appeared. A scene began to play. Dare saw himself running outside. He was chasing flying insects. As he ran, he reached out and missed the winged creature causing him to tip and fall. He’d landed on his knee. It hurt really bad and he’d started to cry. Miss Peterson, who had always been nice, gave him a hug, cleaned up the small wound, and placed some healing balm on it. She then held him until it felt a little better. Afterwards, she let him have his favorite treat.

The screen then disappeared. “What happened there, Alasdair?”

“I fell.”

“People fall all the time but they get back up. You, on the other hand, lay on the ground like a goddamn baby. What did I tell you about weak people?”

“Mr. O’Shaughnessy, he’s just a little boy. He fell pretty hard,” Miss Peterson spoke up.

Dare’s father turned his attention to the woman with a glare. “You’re fired. You have exactly five minutes to get off my property.”

Dare didn’t really understand what it meant for someone to be fired but the word had caused his nanny a great deal of distress. Tears streamed down her face. “Mr. O’Shaughnessy. Please, I didn’t mean to speak out of turn. It will never happen again. I have a disabled father who isn’t able to work. We need the money.”

“Your problems are no concern of mine. And as of right now, you have four minutes.”

“Please! I’ll do anything.”

The older man seemed unimpressed. If anything, the more she begged, the more annoyed his father became. “The only thing I want from you right now is to get the fuck off my property.”

Miss Peterson burst into tears and ran out the room.

“Did you see that son? No dignity whatsoever. That’s what Dregs do. They try to play on your sympathies to get handouts. Come here, Alasdair.”

Dare stepped closer to his father and without warning received a fist to the chest. He collapsed to the ground, robbed of breath. He clutched his chest, writhing in shock and pain. His father stood over him. “If you cry, I’ll give you another one.”