Fallen Daughters: A Dark Romance Page 2

  I turned and looked at Knox, who stood by the door watching me examine the room. “How do I earn the credits?” I was almost too scared to ask the question in fear of what I would hear.

  “By doing every single thing I say without protest. If you argue or put up a fight, I will still do what I intended to do, but you won’t earn a credit for it.”

  “What do you intend to do to me?” My voice cracked, and I thought I would have to run to the small bathroom I saw attached to the room and throw up.

  “Make you pay your penance.”

  “How?”

  Knox took a step toward me. “You’ll see.” He reached into a leather holder on his belt and pulled out a knife. The silver of the blade glimmered beneath the light cast by a small chandelier above. “But it’s time we begin.” He took another menacing step toward me as my heart stopped. “Remove all your clothing.”

  His command was accented by the scream of a woman in another room, as if I needed a reminder of what would come if I said no.

  I reached for the top button of my blouse and slowly unbuttoned it. “Am I to be a whore to earn these credits?” I asked, staring him directly in the eyes. “So, I have to fuck you in order to be free? Is that what I am understanding?”

  Knox closed the distance between us and placed the knife at the side of my neck right below my earlobe. “Fucking you would give you pleasure. And the last thing I plan on doing to you right now is give you pleasure, my dear sparrow.” He ran the knife along my collarbone and down until it reached my fingertips holding the button of my blouse. He then forced the blade between the button and the fabric and started plucking the buttons right off, disrobing me his way.

  “Am I to fuck Oz then? Is that what he is expecting in exchange for my life?” I remained perfectly still. The knife was so close to my flesh that I worried the slightest move would have it slicing my skin instead of the blouse.

  “No,” Knox answered as he used the knife to cut through the thin band connecting my bra between my breasts. “Oz isn’t here. He rarely visits the manor, but instead leaves the punishments in the hands of his hired monsters.” He paused and looked me directly in the eyes as the cool air kissed my now exposed nipples as Knox ripped the material of the bra off me. “And you will be punished, my sparrow. You will definitely be punished.” He took a step back and said, “Now remove the rest of your clothes and stand naked before me. I will give you your first opportunity to earn a credit.” When I didn’t move right away, he raised one eyebrow and added, “You will be naked standing before me one way or the other. I’m giving you the opportunity to at least earn a credit toward your debt for the act. Your choice.”

  Glancing at the knife in his hand, and then at the way his jaw clenched while he waited, I decided it best to do exactly as he commanded. At least for now. I had to regroup. Think everything through. I needed time to process, but I needed to be alive to do so. So, if all I had to do was stand naked before this monster, then so be it. Trying to not overthink, or allow my pride to get in the way of my survival, I disrobed as fast as I could.

  “Leave your panties on,” he instructed. “For now. I like the way they look on you. Delicate and sexy.”

  I paused as his deep voice broke my spell of compliance. “I don’t understand what’s happening. What is going to happen to me?” My voice quivered as much as my body did. Fresh tears erupted and ran down my cheeks as I watched Knox, who kept the same cold expression on his face he had from the beginning.

  He once again closed the distance between us and put the knife under my chin so I had to look up into his brown eyes. He inhaled deeply. “I love the way your tears smell against your cheeks.” He pressed the tip of the knife into my skin, forcing a gasp to break free from my closed lips. He then darted his tongue past his lips and licked a trail up my cheek, collecting my tears for his tasting. “These will not be the last of your tears,” he nearly growled as he then lowered the knife to the edge of my panties.

  “Please,” I said softly. Another sob broke free. “I’ll do as you ask. I’m scared. Please don’t hurt me.”

  The knife dipped below the waistband of my panties and rested against my mound. The coolness of the steel against my intimate skin had me gasp again as Knox brought his lips to my ear. “Stay still, Esme. It would be a shame to scar this pussy of yours.”

  “Please…”

  He tapped the metal of the knife against my clit, causing a surprising surge of sinful arousal. The twisted sense of desire while shaking in horror, due to my captive situation, weakened my knees. Beads of sweat formed on my upper lip as I focused on not collapsing to the floor, jamming the blade right through me.

  “By the time I’m done with you, penance will be paid and your life will be spared. But while you earn your credits, your life belongs to me. You belong to me. I will be your master, your sir…” He paused for a moment and examined my body from head to toe. “Fuck that. For you. For you, my dear Esme, I will be your daddy, and you will be my baby girl. My filthy, dirty, raw baby girl. Yes, Oz will like seeing you call me Daddy.” He gave a wicked smile, clearly pleased with his thoughts of what that would mean. “I will be the man who controls every single breath you take and move you make. You will call me Daddy, my shattered sparrow. Trust that Daddy knows best, and you’ll survive this ordeal.”

  He was serious. This man was fucking serious.

  “Do you understand what I am saying, Esme?”

  I nodded, trying to stay as still as I could as the knife resting on my pussy reminded me how precarious my situation was.

  “Answer me the proper way,” he said firmly.

  Not sure what he meant exactly, I tried to guess and replied, “Yes, sir.”

  “No, you do not call me sir. Not for you. That’s too common, and I can already see that you are far from common. You will call me Daddy, dirty girl. Say it.”

  I swallowed hard and with wide eyes tried one last time to beg for mercy. “Please don’t do this. I swear I won’t say a single word to the police. I’ll go to jail. I’ll do whatever Oz wants me to do and say whatever he wants me to say. I promise you that I have learned my lesson. We don’t need to do this.”

  “But we do.”

  “Please,” I pleaded as fresh tears fell. “I beg you.”

  “You aren’t begging yet. Trust me. But you will. When I’m done with you, you will be begging for more. You will beg for my cock to be inside of you. You will plead with those tears in your eyes for my tongue to go lower and deeper. You will beg, dirty girl. Trust me. You will beg.” He pressed the knife a little harder against my mound. “Now say it. Say yes, Daddy.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

  “Say it louder.” The knife went even lower, rubbing my clit with the burn of seduction on its descent.

  “Yes, Daddy!” I said louder as I tensed. It felt good—but was so fucking wrong.

  “Say it again and look me in the eyes like a good girl.”

  I opened my blurry tear-filled eyes wide and stared at him. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Very good,” Knox praised. “You just earned yourself a credit.” He began rubbing the knife up and down in a slow and sensual manner. He inhaled again, brought his lips to my ear, and whispered, “I smell you, dirty girl. I can smell those naughty juices of yours. I have a feeling we are going to have great fun paying your dues.”

  I began to cry harder—more out of shame and humiliation this time rather than fear. My body hungered for more, and I hated myself for it.

  I was his. His.

  Oz was giving me mercy. My own monster.

  There was nothing I could do. Nothing I could say. My cries grew louder and joined the screams from the other rooms. It was a symphony of misery. A chorus of terror. And as I looked at my new Daddy—my Monster of Mercy—I realized he would be the man orchestrating it all.

  3

  “So now we begin,” Knox said, removing the knife from my panties.

  He raised the blade up to meet our eye l
evel. Glancing at it, I could see it was coated with my signs of fucked-up lust and twisted sexual need. It glistened with sin. Knox was right. I was a dirty girl. Yes, filthy. So fucking wrong. I should be screaming. Demanding freedom. I should be fighting to escape, but instead I was nearly coming on a weapon used to kill.

  There was a sparkle in Knox’s eye and a smirk on his face as he put the blade back in its holder on his belt. “Oz likes to watch on occasion from afar. There are cameras everywhere in this manor. He wants to make sure that the women are grateful for his mercy.” Knox’s face grew serious. “And if he doesn’t feel you are, he may revoke his mercy right away. Before your penance even begins. So, I advise you to be a good little girl. Do you understand?”

  I nodded and softly said, “Yes, Daddy.” I didn’t want to die. I didn’t. I could do this. I could earn my credits. I already had one. Ninety-nine more to go. Ninety-nine more credits for my freedom and my life. I could do this. I had no choice but to do this. “What are you going to do to me?”

  It suddenly dawned on me that I was still standing with my arms at my sides. Like I was a private in the army standing before a general.

  Yes, sir.

  No, sir.

  Whatever you say, sir.

  Only this time, the private was wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties. I didn’t have to look down to know my nipples were hard, and I didn’t have to press my legs together to feel the leftover wetness from the kiss of the knife.

  Knox took hold of my hair again and circled it around his hand. He then guided me out of the room as if my hair was a leash and I was his mangy mutt. We walked down the hallway, and I noticed that there were cameras placed in strategic places. Oz was watching. I could practically feel his eyes burning holes into my exposed flesh. When we reached the bathroom door, Knox turned to me with seriousness washed over his face. “We are going to start filming from the minute we walk into the bathroom. Oz will be watching every single moment. He wants a close-up recording so he can truly examine how grateful you are for your life and his mercy. Are you going to be able to behave and act as he would expect someone who wanted to earn reward credits would behave? I’m serious when I tell you that what you do from this point on is crucial. It will depend if you live to see tomorrow. So will you be able to do exactly as I say?”

  I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. In a very tiny voice, I answered, “I think so… Daddy.” The word still felt foreign, but didn’t necessarily feel more fucked up or wrong than my current situation.

  My body began to tremble with the overwhelming nerves exploding from inside, but I didn’t want Oz to see that anyone had the ability to break me. I would remain strong no matter what occurred on the other side of the door.

  Knox’s face lit up, and he stroked the back of my head. The act didn’t feel loving, but rather condescending. Humiliation was clearly a tactic of his. “That’s my good girl. You just do as I say and don’t fight me in the slightest. Swallow that pride that will be raging inside of you. Your pride is only the first of what you will lose while here.” He took a deep breath, as if he was nervous of what was to come. Would Oz order him to kill me if I acted out? Most likely. “Once Oz sees that you are coming along nicely, he won’t require so much monitoring.” He opened the door and gave a nod to a man who stood at a video camera. “That is Gage. He will be recording this session tonight.”

  I walked into the pristine bathroom, fiddling with my fingers as I gave Gage a small awkward nod. I was standing in nothing but my panties in front of a complete stranger. Two complete strangers, though I had already been more intimate with Knox than most men in my past. I didn’t know what to do or say to Gage, but I could see the red light was on the camera and knew that there was no turning back. Oz was watching.

  “All right, my sparrow,” Knox began. “Let’s get you out of those panties.” His command was firm.

  Only pausing to appreciate my breasts for a moment, Knox took hold of my panties, squatting as he pulled them down all the way to my ankles and lifted my feet one at a time to step out of them.

  Glancing up and staring at my exposed and completely bare body, he scowled and stood up. “Naughty, naughty girl.”

  I flinched at his words and the stern expression on his face. I had no idea what I had done wrong. I did exactly as he had asked.

  “Only very bad girls have hair on their pussies,” he lectured.

  I glanced down at my brown little curls of hair and then back at him in disbelief.

  “We do not tolerate our soiled sparrow to ever have body hair. This is not acceptable.”

  He took a step forward, lifted my arm, and ran his fingertips along my armpit, nodded, and then ran his hand down the front of my leg and nodded again.

  “Lucky for you and your ass, you at least took care of the rest of your body hair. But,” he said as he went and sat on the edge of the tub, “you will still be punished.” He patted his lap, which I assumed meant he wanted me to lie over it.

  “I… I’m sorry.” I had no idea what to say or do. The humiliation of this entire conversation was almost too much to endure.

  “Mistakes happen. This manor is all about mistakes. But that does not mean that there won’t be consequences.” He patted his lap once more. “Now come here. I haven’t got all day.”

  Oh, Jesus.

  This was it. I was about to be spanked for the first time in my entire life. Spanked over a man’s knee. Was this really happening? Was I really standing naked in front of two men and a camera? All because of my betrayal of a powerful and ruthless man. Death or… shame and humiliation?

  My legs trembled and when I took my first step, I wondered if my knees would buckle from beneath me. As if I were moving in slow motion, I somehow reached Knox and placed my body over his lap, feeling the firmness of his thighs beneath my belly.

  “Now before we start,” he said as he ran his palm along my naked behind. “Some punishments will be worth more credits than others. You obviously want the punishments that earn you more if you want to leave this manor any time soon.”

  I nodded as I stared at the tiled floor beneath me.

  “Each credit will depend on severity.”

  I nodded again.

  “To begin with, we will only do a single credit punishment,” he said. “So, expect this show of discipline to be far easier than any of the future ones. Now, I am giving you this spanking today to remind you that good girls keep their cunts nice and smooth.” His hand came crashing against my flesh, and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He swatted me again and again, before saying, “After every swat, I want you to say ‘good girls keep their cunts smooth.’”

  Swat.

  “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.” The words sounded as if they were spoken by someone else other than me.

  Swat.

  I gasped when the sting began to set in. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”

  Swat.

  I squinted my eyes. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”

  Swat.

  “Ow!” Fuck, it was starting to hurt. Far more than I thought it would.

  Knox spanked me several more times. “What are you supposed to say?” he asked in a warning voice.

  Oz was watching.

  “Good girls keep their cunts smooth!” I cried out as my ass heated up with every second that passed. Each swat hurt more and more, and I wasn’t sure how many of the searing blows I could take.

  He brought his large palm squarely down on my punished cheek, and I gasped at how the pain radiated through my core.

  “Good girls,” I squeaked, “keep their cunts smooth!”

  He spanked me again, but this time hitting the tender flesh that met the tops of my thighs.

  “Please!” I begged. “It hurts!”

  My plea was rewarded with a volley of spanks that were far worse than the ones he had been giving me. He continued on with a ferocious spanking as I kicked, wiggled, clung to his calf and cried out in p
ain. The sound of his palm connecting with my punished flesh echoed off the walls of the tiled room, the only sound louder was my cries for mercy. Over and over, Knox held my helpless body to his lap and spanked my butt, even taking some time to once again spank my upper thighs and the area where my bottom met my legs. It was excruciating, and the fact that he could do all this with just his hand and little effort on his part terrified me as to what else he was capable of.

  Finally, as I lay gasping for air, Knox paused, rubbed my skin, which felt as if it had been stung by a million hornets, and asked, “Shall we try this again?”

  Swat.

  I did not hesitate in the slightest. “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”

  “Now that is truly my good girl,” he praised, which actually did fill me with a sense of warmth and pride.

  Swat.

  “Good girls keep their cunts smooth.”

  “We will do ten more, and then your spanking will be over. You have earned a credit. Be brave, my sparrow.”

  4

  I hadn’t even realized the video had been recording. Not once during my first spanking of my life did I even stop to consider that Gage had the camera pointed to my upturned ass the entire time. Funny how the only thing going through my mind was how I would never let even a hint of hair grow on my ‘cunt’ ever again.

  Knox kept me in position over his lap while I slowly regained my breath and sniffled back the tears. I hadn’t sobbed, but the pain definitely brought tears to my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if I should try to hide them or not. Was I to be brave and endure my spanking with little emotion? Or did they want to see the pain? The fear? I made a mental note to ask Knox when the time seemed right. Would tears earn me extra credits? Or would showing strength earn respect, hence more credits? Right now, I wouldn’t have been able to speak even if I wanted to, however.