Top Love: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Young Adult Stepbrother and Billionaire Romance Stories) (34 page)

“What?  Why?”

He looked at me in caution.  “Because.  Because I have desires that are not just…Dom behavior.  They are well beyond the range of decency.  They’re just not appropriate.”

“What do you mean?  I’ve felt your worst before, Alfie.”

“No, you haven’t.  You felt just an incline of what I could do.  What I wanted.  But doing this experimental thing, reprogramming me, and reaching the ID of my identity through sexual purging…it requires going beyond just the vanilla of discipline.”

“What is beyond?  What does that mean?”

“It would mean…I would hurt you.  In ways that are beyond what you could take.  Beyond what any woman should take on.  And I like you, Barbara.  I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then Victoria wins.  Then she destroys you, your empire, your whole life.”

“Then she wins.  And I bow out gracefully.”

“No.  I’m not going to let you do this.  I like YOU too much.  I have invested so much in you already, Alfie.  So much trust.  So much feeling.  I can’t let that go to waste.  I can’t just forget you when I care so deeply.  You’re asking me if a little pain is worth it?  Worth gaining back your trust?  YES, it is!  I want your trust, Alfie, more than anything else in the world.  And something tells me I am the only person you trust.”

Alfie stared at me.

“Isn’t that right?”

“You’re the only person I care about at all,” he grumbled.  “I don’t know why you keep putting up with me.  I don’t know what I do for you.  But I feel something intense for you.”

“Then please.  Use that intensity.  Punish me.  And bring back your confidence.  Don’t believe Victoria.  The Alfred I met, the one that the world fell in love with, it wasn’t a façade.  There wasn’t anything fake about him.  You have to believe that.  That he was real.  THAT was the real you.  The man Victoria created was not the real you.”

He listened.  He started to nod, accepting the truth I was painting him.  It could be real.  And this thing between us, this intense, passionate and amazing thing shared, could be worth fighting for.  It could be the real thing, Alfie.

“I want to do this,” he whispered, the desire in his voice slowly but surely coming back.  “And I do l love pushing your boundaries.  It turns me on to experiment with you.  Take you to new heights.  I would only want you.  Because after we’re finished…it would create a whole new depth of attraction, of need, of attachment for us.  We would be like soul mates.  Linked together, bonded and united by primal emotion.  And you are the only woman I want that close to my heart.”

I smiled at him, nodding, loving the idea of being the only woman to reach the depths of his despair, and the deepest layers of his guarded heart.

“But I need your assurance…your consent.  That I can do this and that I won’t be violating the trust between us.”

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“Yes.  But I care about you.  And I am asking you for your trust.  I want you to create a safe word.  A word that you mutter only if I am taking things too far.  I won’t stop or slow down unless I hear the word.  This is a bond of trust between us.”

“Okay.  I know what my word is.”

“Well…”

“It’s Purple Sapphire.”

He stared at me in shock, in agony and confusion.”

“Because Alfie.  I want to break the curse.  From now on, when you hear that word, I want you to feel in control.  I want you to know you have the power.  That you have the power to hurt, to heal, and to protect.  I want that word to give you back your strength.”

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              Anticipation is always the best part.  Knowing that I was about to lose all power, all control, and surrender myself to a man who was—at best, confused—felt dangerous.  It wasn’t just attraction.  It wasn’t his money.  It wasn’t even his familiar face.  It was all about trust.  He asked for my trust and I gave it to him, giving him absolute control of my body, the power of life and death, pleasure and pain.

              He made sure that the location of the dungeon was a mystery by snugly blindfolding me as he led me to this mysterious place, which was off the map, and never easily identified by a door.  For all I know it was hidden by secret passage.  He guided me over to the “operating table” letting me feel my way to the center, and climbing on top.              

              Alfie instructed me to wear only minimal clothing.  A white house dress, a white bra and underwear, and a white t-shirt, his favorite color—representing something pure, something eternal.  The only color he allowed me was purple, a purple neck scarf and a purple necklace. 

              “You have to be completely still, Barbara.  I know it’s difficult.  So I have to restrain you.  Don’t be afraid.  Just go limp.”

I took a gulp as I prepared to surrender.  I heard the sounds of robotic devices coming nearer to me.  Then, he took my wrists and wrapped them tightly, tying them so that they were secure.  My arms began stretching out into a cross shape, just a little bit too taut so it started to hurt, to tear just a little bit.

“Does it burn just a little bit?”

“A little…”

“Say yes or no.”

“Yes.”

“Good.  Now the same thing is going to happen to your feet.  Understand?  Do not fight it.  If you trust me and cooperate the pain will be bearable.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes A…”  I stopped myself and hummed.  “Yes, Master.  Please show me how to please you.”

“Good girl.”

The sounds of mechanical levers and strings continued and I stretched my feet out, as his arms guided me.  I rested them on what felt like hospital stirrups.  Just as I got comfortable with my legs being spread apart only slightly, I felt him tighten the leather restraints on my ankles, just as with my wrists. 

I sighed, a little uncomfortable, as the stirrups spread apart and my legs followed, stretching out my vagina almost to the point of that uncomfortable tearing sensation in my legs.

“Can you move?”

I wiggled around, but could barely move an inch. 

“No, Master.  I’m afraid.”

“It’s okay.  You’re doing fine.  You agreed to this, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re going to enjoy it.  Now lean your head back.  If you feel intense pain try to go limp.  Let the sensations dominate you, rather than fighting the feeling.”

“Yes.  Yes, Master, I’ll do that.”

“Now then.  In the next few moments, you’re going to feel things all over your body.  I’m not going to tell you what they are.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Master.  You know what’s best.”

“Good.”

The first object seemed soft, almost doughy and smooth.  It moved all along my legs, adhering to the heat from my skin then flopping along to the next patch.  It made me relax, made me feel at peace.

Then a much lighter presence followed, starting at my neck, then traveling to my arms, under my arms and then down to my tummy.  It was a tickling sensation and my body started reacting.

“Oh, that tickles.”

“I know.”

“Ohh that really tickles!” I said with a nervous chuckle.

“When the feeling gets to be too much,” he said slowly.  “I want you to say STOP.  Stop it.  Or Stop it, Alfie.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

“And beg me to stop.  Say please.”

“Okay…”

The tickling flutter continued, reaching my legs and then my bare feet.  He began tickling my soles and my body started squirming.

“Oh!  That tickles!  Stop, stop!” I said with a laugh.

But he kept swaying the feather toy back and forth, keeping the motion going.

“Stop.”  My voice cracked as I realized he wasn’t stopping.  The tickling sensation stopped being funny and started to feel strange.  A bit too much.  “Stop,” I repeated.

He didn’t.  He kept the swaying going until I started squirming.

Before I could object, the tickling finally stopped.  But my level of comfort was falling and I started having trouble keeping my posture limp.

“Oh!” I cried, when I felt something like and metallic striking my skin.  “What is that?”

“What do you think it is?”

“I don’t know.  But it feels strange…”

I took a nervous swallow as I felt the prickly end of the small item.  Maybe a knife or a sharp razor.  Something cold and deadly.  He teased and taunted my skin, tracing the prickly end up my bare leg and then past my hips.

“What is that?  Alfie--?”

“That’s not my name.”

“Master.  What is that?”

“What do you think it is?”

“I don’t know.  I’m scared.”

“What did I tell you?”

“Trust you.”

He took off my scarf, holding it for a long moment and sniffing it.  Then he took the tool and dragged the sharp end on my shirt, barely grazing my stomach and breasts.

Then the tearing sound started.  A draft came through as I felt my top rip in two being shred down the middle and then pulled off and thrown to the floor.  I squirmed, but not much room to go. 

“Ohhh…no.  No wait…” I squealed as I felt the sharp object trickle along my skin from my chest down into my cleavage.  Prickly enough to scratch but not cutting me. 

“It’s sharp…”

“Yes, it is.”

“Wait.  Don’t.  Stop.”

But he kept the sharp blade steadily moving downward, past my bra and to my tummy.  The prickly end lingered around my belly button, forcing my back to arch which only made the restraints pull me harder. 

“I don’t like this.”

“Afraid it’s going to hurt?”

“Yes.”

“But that’s not your choice, is it?  Who’s is it?”

“Y-Yours, Master.”

“Yes.”

The blade smoothly glided across my breasts, giving me little pricks all the way down into the hills of cleavage.  I felt the pressure as he stuck the sharpest end to my bra cups and began scissoring. 

The material tore in two, exposing my bouncing breasts and leaving my most sensitive parts vulnerable to his whims.

“Are you afraid?”

“Y-Yes!  Oh God!” I screamed as I felt that familiar metallic, sharp sensation on my areolas, pricking my pink skin.  My nipples became taught the more he toyed with them, rubbing the edge of the blade around my skin, then just barely zigzagging the shards back and forth.  My nipples stiffened and my senses went into panic.  I arched my back and shifted again, but with barely enough room to cower.  Whenever I moved, it only made the sharp end prick my skin deeper.

“Stay still.  Understand?”

“Yes…Master.”

              He left the blade on my stomach while he tended to some other tools, God only knows what.  My arms and legs were still being stretched hard. 

              “What, what is that?” I muttered, as I felt him putting his hands on my breasts. 

              “It will sting at first.  But you’ll get used to it.”

              “Oh!  Oh God!  Oh God it hurts!” I screamed, as I felt my nipple being bitten by a blade or some kind of clamp and then sealed shut.

“It’s okay.  Just let the sensations flow.  Don’t resist.”

“Oh God, it stings!”

“Yes it does.  And you’re going to learn to like it.”

“Mmmm!  God!  I don’t know…I don’t know about this!”  My back arched as she sealed the jaw of the other nipple clamp, the stinging metal teeth sending waves of pleasure and pain to my mind.  I wiggled around but the tight restraints wouldn’t have it and kept me firmly in place.

“Ugghnn!” I groaned, moving back and forth but only stretching my arms and legs beyond what was normal.  My nipples were just aching and there wasn’t anything to be done about it.

“Stop fighting it.  You hear me?  Stop.  Just suffer the pain.  Let it flow.”

“Mmmmm…”  My back arched as my nipples tensed.

“Now I’m going to leave these on.”

“No!  Stop!  Don’t.  Please.  Please.”

“…And you’re going to take it.  Understand?”

“No, please let me go.”

“No.  You’re going to take it.”

“I can’t!  I can’t!”  my back arched and I felt my first forced orgasm, just from the intense nipple stimulation.  My whole body rocked back and forth and I felt a rush of endorphins being released. 

“Yes, you can.”

“Oh God!  I’m coming…hmmmmmm!”  I groaned, wanting more than anything to rip those damned things off of me…but nothing.  I could feel and hear my breasts bouncing back and forth, those clamps dangling because of my rapid movement.  But I didn’t have permission to stop.  I needed more punishment.

“Now then.  This might scare you.  But you’re going to trust me.  Aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I cried, my nipples almost numb and a dizzy sensation.  “Oh…ohhh…what is that?”

I felt his sharp blade on the material of my panties, tracing a path along my sensitive labia.  The threat of being cut made me squirm but I couldn’t move to save my life.