The Club (3 page)

Roxanne

After he leaves me in the dungeon, I am taken to be cleaned up and prepared to be wed to a man who is a complete stranger to me. He is really going to do this. I look up to view the Reverend make his way in. The white clerical collar he dons immediately gives away his identity, along with his intent and purpose for being here.

I look at the man who is forcing me to marry him and I begin to beg, “Please don’t do this. I will pay you the money back if you just, please, put a stop to this. You can’t force marriage; it is illegal. Please, just let me go.”  I can’t help but notice that my distressed state seems to be pleasing him.

The only reaction I get from him in response to all my begging and pleading is that the growing bulge in his pants now seems even more pronounced. The tears, which are now freely streaming down my face, are only adding to his excitement. I am very quickly becoming aware of the fact that he is a twisted, damaged man who is probably incapable of love and most definitely incapable of sympathy. I’m in distress and it obviously arouses him because he put me in this position—out of control and at his mercy.

The ceremony happened so quickly, I almost feel dizzy. Before I even can register what has happened, vows have been exchanged, a kiss has been shared, and a pen was shoved in my hand for a signature that I was
strongly encouraged
to give. Now, it’s suddenly over and I’m being ushered down a long corridor and up the spiral staircase in what can only be described as a castle. The man I have been given to is a very rich and powerful man and if I had any doubts before, the opulence surrounding me now assures me that he is no ordinary individual. I know enough to know that men with money have power and this man has enough of both to follow through with all of his threats.

I enter his extravagant bedroom to view a four-poster bed that is absolutely huge. The room is adorned with antiques and there is a fireplace that crackles with a wood burning fire in the corner. Everything about this room screams
dominant male
; there is no woman’s touch to the décor. My hands tremble as the stranger, who is now my husband, makes his way over to me.

He stands at least 6’3” in stature and is massive in size, none of which is fat. The shirt he is wearing emphasizes his chest, making it comparable to a wall of muscle. While most men would be swallowed by a high dollar designer suit like the one he dons, on him it only accentuates his size and gives him an air of authority. His coal black hair is so shiny and dark that it appears to have blue hues in it. It is his eyes, though, that draw my attention the most. They are onyx black and they are holding me in a dangerous, piercing, and unforgiving gaze. The way he looks at me is so intense that I am finding it hard to maintain eye contact. I have never been around a man who literally permeates danger. One word comes to mind for the energy that surrounds my husband—
Sinister!

He eyes me as if I am prey, stalking his way towards me to execute his potential kill. He clenches a fistful of my hair in his hand and pulls my head back, studying my face as he runs the pad of his thumb along my jaw line.

“You are my property, little one; I own you now. I will not tolerate disobedience and God help you if you ever try to escape me.”

He unties my robe and views the beautiful, emerald bra and G-string ensemble I have been dressed in. I’m wearing black thigh high hose and sequined, emerald green shoes. He appears to be pleased with the way Alexis dressed me. All I can do is tremble as I eye the man who stands before me.

I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he means every word he has uttered to me. I am now his property, his to do with whatever he wills. He tugs at my long, red locks as if solidifying the words that he speaks.

“You are mine now and the sooner that you resign yourself to that fact, the better things will go for you. Come, little one, for tonight, you become a woman—my woman.”

He leads me to the large bed and commands me to lie down. I turn away in embarrassment as he undresses. He leans in and removes my bra and G-string as he speaks, “You will remain in the hosiery for now.”

   Every word, every sentence, is more like a command. I note that this stranger, my husband, is very precise and in control of even the smallest of details. He wastes no time as he begins his erotic assault on my body. He nibbles and licks up my inner thigh as he reaches up and rolls a nipple between two of his long, manicured fingers. As if on cue, my body begins to writhe, seemingly dancing to music only he can play.

His hands begin to explore the folds of my sex as he speaks to me. “I’m going to make you experience pleasure such as you have never known, little one.”

His tongue makes its way between my legs, darting over my clit and sending volts of electricity through my body.

Each time I feel as if I will go over the edge, he stops.

“Please, please,” I begin to beg. “Please, I will do anything. You can have anything. I’m begging you to stop teasing me.”

I have known pleasure before by my own hands but never anything like this. As if reading my mind, he begins to speak again, “Do you masturbate? Answer me and don’t lie to me or I will leave you unsatisfied, seething in your own juices.”

I’m grateful for the darkened room because I can feel my face reddening at the question. He continues to speak, “The wetness that your body is dripping with right now, I created. Answer me now!”

“Yes,” I squeak out, humiliated at having to answer a question that is so personal in nature.

“By the time I’m done with you, I will know your body like the back of my hand, little girl. I am going to take you places you have never been before.”

Nothing could have prepared me for the orgasm that ravishes my body. While the assault of his tongue continues, I literally feel my body electrify from the top of my head, to the tips of my toes. His cock hardens even more so at the sound of my screams. The pleasure he’s brought me is just too intense for me to even try to stay quiet.

He situates himself above me, “Open your legs, little girl, it’s time for me to make you mine.” He slowly slides his hardened member into me and intently watches my face. He tenderly brushes the tear from my eye with the pad of his thumb. “It will get better, little one.” Almost as if my body is answering him in obedience, I begin to rock my hips up towards him. He leans down, takes one of my tits into his mouth, and begins sucking and flicking his tongue over my nipple. I can feel my inner walls gripping his large member as another climax starts to hit me.

“Oh that is a good girl, such a good girl,” he moans as his body collapses beside me after his own orgasm rages through him. Beyond the searing pain of the initial entrance, my body has given into the pleasure that he provided. I have already broken the covenant I made with myself of not consummating my marriage or, at least, not enjoying it.

I roll over, moving away from this man who has forced my hand in marriage. As much as I hate it, I can’t deny the pleasure he brought me. If he had any doubts about keeping me, they vanished tonight as he made me his. I was a virgin. Now, I am his…

Roxanne

I awake the next morning disoriented. I think the faint scent of my husband’s cologne is what jars me back into reality—the reality of knowing my life is no longer mine. I look over to see my husband glaring at me. He looks as if he is studying me, trying to read my thoughts. I will find out as time goes by that is actually how he operates.

His voice breaks through my musings, “Go use the bathroom, Roxanne.”

I can feel my posture slumping. I feel so many different emotions right now. Over and over, I am tormented with thoughts of wishing I could go back and undo my stupidity. Maybe I can talk him into working in his club to pay the money back.

Dancing in a strip joint is not necessarily what I want to do, but this is a high end gentlemen’s club and it can’t be that bad once I get past the embarrassment of dancing nude. If I am to be honest with myself, it isn’t even him I am mad at; it’s me. How could I be so weak as to have given into him last night? It is like he played my body to a tune that only he could hear. He’s like some master musician of mayhem who used me for his pleasure and then made me enjoy it against my will. This would be so much easier if he wasn’t so good looking. The man is gorgeous and the alpha demeanor he carries only adds to his intrigue. Already I can feel myself being pulled into his web. Yes, I will ask if I can work for him and pay the money back before he gets his hooks into me too deeply.

I look up to see my husband leaning in the doorway nude. His cock juts out and I look away embarrassed.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people,” I hiss.

He chuckles, but it is sinister in tone, as if he holds some secret knowledge that I’m not privy to.

He leans down and lifts my chin up with one finger. “Innocent little girls shouldn’t steal money from Colombian gangsters.”

He raises his brow as if awaiting an answer. All I can do is look down; what am I supposed to say to that?

When I don’t answer he speaks again, “Come, my little innocent wife, I want to fuck you in the daylight.”

Heat floods my face and chest and I instinctively know I have turned beet red. How can this man be so blunt about things I know nothing of and, more than that, how can my body betray me and react to his candid words?

He tugs at a handful of my hair, pulling me up from the toilet as soon as I finish peeing. He pulls me into his face so that we’re nose to nose and growls, “I have a feeling you’re going to be the best present I have ever received. Leave it to my brother to find a punishment so befitting of your crime.”

He gently pushes me down on the bed. “Bend your legs and spread them.” He must have known that I was going to object because a light pinch on my inner thigh sends them flying back into the mandated position.

He stares at me with somewhat of a snarl on his face as his fingers play in my folds. In a matter of moments, I am whining his name. He speaks as if he is talking to himself. “I love the fact that you are completely mine, untouched and untainted by any other man. I will watch over you like the treasure you are.”

My fingers are clenching at the sheets and I eye him as if I am in total confusion. In all honesty, I am. What is this man doing to me? I don’t want to like having sex with him but no matter how much I try to convince myself, my body just isn’t listening.

I’m certain Antonio Wayne will be keeping a very close eye on his new little toy. He’s obviously becoming very fond very quickly of me—his new wife. I’m assuming my innocence makes him want to soil me. There is a dark place in his soul that wants to stain me and mark me with his brand. I’m absolutely sure that this guy is a player. I can only hope he will tire of me and send me away soon.