Page 103 of Reign of the Queen
"You think you can control the girl?" He lets up his hold on the bound girl's head, and she immediately pulls up to take a deep inhale of breath. He shoves her head back down on his cock, and the immediate sound of her choking and gagging fills the air. I grind my molars to prevent myself from saying anything regarding his treatment of the girl at his knees. If I do, I know it will make the situation so much worse for her.
"Yes, I think between Carter and me, maybe Mateo and Finn as well, we can control her and at least open up opportunities to delve into the Stratford's well-kept secrets. She's a whore, fucking all of us and riding my cock like that's all she was meant to do in life. I think as long as I can keep her cock drunk and riding one of us at all times, you'll get what you want, and Stella will fall in line as long as Mia is on board."
"Yes, well, her mother is a whore too, takes it up the ass like a champ." He spits out through his teeth, using his grip on the girl's hair to control her momentum on his cock.
"What? What the fuck are you talking about? I've never even seen her mother." I lean forward in my chair, frustration and worry running through my veins. What is he going on about? I hate when he blindsides me. He always seems to be manipulating every situation. Just when I think I have a handle on a situation, the psycho lets me know he's ten steps ahead.
"Catherine Stratford is a dirty whore, much like her daughter it seems, except she's fragile and a gold digger. It seems Stella does not have the same commitment to Catherine, her daughter-in-law, as she does to her granddaughter, Mia. I've been fucking the whore for weeks. She's been looking for her next rich husband, and I've led her to believe that's me." He grunts as he cums in the girl's mouth, semen spilling out of the side of her lips and down her bruised chin. He pushes her away, and she falls hard on her side as he does up his pants.
"You sly dog, you were trying to get your ‘in’ to the Stratford’s as well." I grin back at him. Dread fills the pit of my stomach, and I once again feel the contents of my stomach wanting to revisit.
"Well, I guess you are my son, after all, Theodore. Though I'm not sure that I believe everything you're telling me, and I don't trust you. You're weak like your mother was, but I will make you strong so you won't disappoint me when it's your turn to lead the Saint-Lamberts." He stands from the chair, brushing past the girl on the floor like she's garbage and not a human being.Sick, depraved fucker.
"You will not escape your punishment for disobeying me, however, regardless of the intentions behind doing so. Tonight, you will be on the menu to serve to all of my associates. You will not evade me, Theodore, tonight will be a reminder that I still own you. I suggest you prepare for a long night of pain and fucking. If you ever disrespect me in front of anyone again, heir or no heir, I will have your heart ripped out of your chest. Get rid of the whore at your feet. I'm done using her." He strolls out of the destruction that is my room and doesn't bother to look back, assured that his wishes will be complied with.
I close my eyes tightly, fear slithering across my body. I should run after him, I should shoot him in the fucking back and be done with all this shit. The urge to run far from this house of horrors is so strong that I'm out of my chair before I know it.
I'm to serve tonight,fuck. Memories of serving his sick perverse group in the past rush back at me. Being chained to a wall or a table and beaten, my body and mouth used by anyone and everyone for pleasure and pain. Being gagged and bound like the girl on the floor and treated like an animal. Worse than an animal in most cases by his deranged friends all while he watches. Enjoying the humiliation, abuse and degradation of his only son.
My hands shake at my side. I can't go through that again. I can't let them beat and use me like that. I pat the gun in the panel of the hoodie I'm still wearing, wanting to chase after my father and shoot him in the back of the head. The monster doesn't care that I'm his son. He thinks abusing me will toughen me up and prepare me to take the reins at Saint-Lambert, be ruthless like him. What he doesn't realize is it makes him weak, letting everyone have a piece of his son. None of those disgusting, vile pieces of shit will ever respect me after abusing me, I will always be a degraded servant to them, not the heir to the Saint-Lambert fortune.
I let my head hang; I can't run. I know he will go after Carter, the guys, and Mia if I do. I need to protect them at all costs. He also has a clause in my inheritance that if he dies suddenly before I turn twenty, I lose all access to the Saint-Lambert fortune and to the trust my mother had set up for me. I need more time to convince him that I have control of the situation and that I can control Mia. To prove to him that I'm telling him the truth, I will have to submit tonight to all the horrors that will be subjected on me and hope I live through it.
Turning my gaze down to the whimpering girl at my feet. I know when my father said to get rid of her, he didn't mean to release her. He doesn't want her to reappear and possibly bring charges or shine a light on his brutal and sadistic activities. Not that the police chief would help her anyways being one of my dad’s sick lackeys.
I’m betting this one was not a willing submissive. Rubbing my hands through my hair, I reach down and unbind her hands and feet. She lets out a cry and tries to move away from me. I need her to fear me, but I'm not up to abusing her more than she has already been abused.
Grabbing her by the arm, I pull her terrified form into a standing position, her legs shaking and almost giving out on her. "You will shut your mouth; do you hear me?" I push her into the chair my dad just vacated and pull out my phone to text my contact at the cargo terminal.
Me: Package to be delivered, damaged.
Need it to disappear somewhere far north where it can't ever be found.
Benny: You got it.
"Listen to me. I am not going to hurt you like he did, but I can't just let you go either. He wants you dead, do you understand?"
She nods her head, and tears stream down her swollen and abused face.
"You can never come back here; you can never come forward with what he did to you. He will track down every one of your loved ones, anyone you have ever cared about, and either kill them or subject them to the same treatment. Do you understand?"
Again, she nods her head. I move away and grab a long-sleeved shirt off the floor and pass it to her to cover herself. I go in search of pants so she can cover the rest of herself, and I can try to figure out how I'm going to get her out of here. Walking back with a pair of sweatpants, I hand them to her and then take a really good look at her.
I'm pretty sure one of her cheekbones is broken. Her hand and wrist appear massively swollen as well, so it's probably broken too. Her eye is so swollen and black that there's no way she can see out of it. She's covered in so many bruises and cuts it's hard to tell where one begins and ends. She was probably beautiful once, but my sadist psycho father has made her a mess. "How long were you here?"
"I was brought here from a small town in Poland a few days ago. They told me I was going to be a hostess in a restaurant, but when I got here...I was taken and forced to...serve." More tears run down her face as she pulls the huge sweatpants up her battered legs.
"Did you sign anything?" I grind my teeth at even having to ask her. She looks back at me and nods her dark head affirmatively.Fucking motherfucker.He had her sign an NDA and probably put it in there that she came to him willingly. I wouldn’t put anything past that fucker.
"How old are you?" I sit back down in my chair, feeling despair at both our situations. Both miserable victims of my father.
"Nineteen. I came here hoping to be able to support my family back in Poland." She answers me with a thick accent.
I nod my head. It's usually the way he gets them, they either are already into the scene of being submissives and enjoying his perversions, or he convinces poor, young women to come and work for him. Always with promises of jobs to help their families, and once he has them, he ensures they are paid, but they are too scared to leave and allow themselves to be violated and abused with fears for their families.
"You can never go back to your family. You will never be able to contact any of them if you want to keep them safe. Do you understand what I'm telling you? When you leave here, you'll either be dead or a ghost." I watch her reaction to my words. Fear skates across her face, and her abused body trembles, but she nods her head.
"I'm going to have to hurt you to get you out of the house. I'm sorry, but there is no other way. He always has eyes in this house. If I don't, he will have someone else kill you. I will take you to someone who will get you out of the country and far away from my father, but you will have to stay in hiding after that."
