The Club (19 page)

Antonio Wayne

I eye Roxanne after I strap her ass down on an ob-gyn table and, I must say, she looks delicious. I wasted no time getting her into the position I wanted. As soon as Bucky pulled out of the driveway, I grabbed her arm like a fucking madman, marched her in here, and tied her ass down. My wife is a drug I crave like a hopeless junky. I make my way to the head of the table and grab a handful of hair, forcing her to look in my direction. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

“Anna should be thanking you for saving her life or, at very least, from the beat down of a lifetime.”

“You’re so jealous.”

“Yeah, like you aren’t?”

“You’re property. I have a right to be jealous.”

“Fuck you, Tony!”

I jerk at the handful of hair I have fisted in my large hand. “Where are your manners, Roxanne?” I bend down to get in her face and my voice is that of sadistic predator. “The name is Sir. In my fucking dungeon, it’s Sir. I wonder… did you have any idea that you were wired differently. Have you always been drawn to men who enjoy
taking
a woman? Did you root for the villain as a little girl? Did you toss prince charming aside because your wicked little mind was sickened by his offerings of sweet champagne and roses? I… am your knight in dark, shining, and wickedly laden armor—armor with shards that cut into your deepest and most hidden wants and desires. I am the
happily ever after
in your twisted, tormented tale of your Cinder-fuckin-rella dreams.”

I watch her eyes glaze over with lust as I pin her down with the truth of my words, reading her as if she is my open book. She is my wife, the love of my life, my everything. I will kill, maim, and annihilate anyone who attempts to awaken
my
sleeping beauty. She dwells here in
my
castle for
my
pleasure.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she answers with no hesitation.

Her breathing has become labored and her groans have become agonized. Oh, I do so love to torment my little princess.

“I’ll never let you go, Roxanne!”

I make my way to the end of the table and sit on a stool with rollers much like a doctor would use. I open a drawer and retrieve a dildo and heated jelly. My actions are slow and methodical, designed to build her level of anxiety along with the anticipation she’s feeling.

One stroke through her folds confirms what I knew would be true—she is already wet for me.

“This is how I like to see you… open and vulnerable—open and vulnerable to me. There is nothing I enjoy more than playing on the playground of your psyche while I subject your body to all manner of ecstasy. I crave access to every part of your being, my love. Owning you is about so much more than locking you in a cage.”

I slowly slide the dildo into her and watch as she begins to moan and move her hips, trying to fuck it.

“This is why I tie you down… Your pain and your pleasure belong to me. I’m in no hurry when it comes to you. I’m taking my time and gluing the pieces of your shattered heart back together so I can have the biggest piece. I want all of it. There may be cracks, scars, and slivers, but your heart belongs to me. We are two twisted souls inhabiting a dark fairytale of obsession and dysfunction but, nonetheless, we are in love.”

I lean in, blowing a soft breath across her clit. “I love you, my twisted and tainted little princess. I will hold you here in my castle for the rest of your days.”

I lean in and, with master precision, begin to slowly plunge the dildo in and out of her as I gently lick and probe her clit with my tongue and teeth. I watch in fascination as I purposely send her over the edge of the abyss of pleasure.

I stand up and open a section of the table that allows me greater access between her legs. I push my cock slowly into her and watch as her bound hands repeatedly clench, opening and then closing into tight fists. I begin running my thumb around her soaked opening so I can feel my cock go in and out of her. I love taking this woman of mine—filling her with all I am and all I have to give.

“Who do you belong to, Roxanne?”

“I belong to you, only to you…”

I’m certain there are those of you who will never understand my twisted tale of love. My husband’s love for me is an intense obsession and a darkly obscured portrayal of need. The secret lies within the truth that I
need
to be
needed.
There is no love for me if there is no obsession. I’m a different breed than most women. I cannot be wooed with champagne and roses… I must be taken with fetish-laced dominance. That’s where my fascination lies.

This is my family now. These girls are now a part of my life and I have no intentions of ever leaving this group that society deems as outcasts. My husband has managed to take my fucked up, broken life and make something beautiful out of it. I can’t just walk away from that.

I know we’re taught as little girls to believe in knights in shining armor but I need no man to rescue me. Antonio Wayne is my dark knight and he is just what I need to complete my fucked up version of
happily ever after
…

There is no end for a story like this that tells of a love so rare and of such great magnitude, most will never experience it in their lifetime. If and when we make our voices heard through the thoughts of whomever we use to write our story, well, then… another segment will be written. We are voices in the portal to eternity and when we cry out with the agony of our love, we will be heard…For now, this is the End…

From the author: My stories do not end in the traditional manner that many do. The love that the characters share with one another is an obsession that never ends. Therefore, there can be no traditional end to the telling of their tales.

Though I leave you with no cliffhanger, I always leave a story open for continuation because, in my world, I never know when my characters’ voices will begin calling to me to write of their agonized journeys again. I never know how you, as a reader, will respond to characters but I remain true to their personalities even when one has a broken mold. I remain true to the character, their story, the art of the written word, and I remain true to you as a reader…

Roxanne and Antonio Wayne got their
happily ever after
, though perhaps not in the traditional manner. If they beckon me to write of them as they continue their journey, you will be the first to know. I can only be true to myself as I write and I hope that it resonates with you because even though I may never see you face to face, we are bonded together through this fucked up tale of obsession and need…

Yours truly: Suzanne Steele

Ricardo smoked a cigarette, watching his wife while she slept. He let his mind drift back to the first time he ever laid eyes on her.

He was standing in the rafters of a large warehouse.

His troop’s moral had been low so he had arranged for two American, female cage fighters to be brought in. He remembers that the girls had behaved as if they were strangers.

      Bets were placed and Juanita had won the crowd over as she flitted, flirted, wiggled, and giggled with all of the soldiers.

Ricardo observed her from the rafters and he was humored with her. She stood at almost six feet tall, had long blonde curls, and the figure of an athlete who took her workouts seriously.

                    As humored as he was, he watched her little scam unfold right before his eyes. Juanita was throwing the fight.

            Nobody else would have caught it but Ricardo was not just anybody. He was a trained military intelligence officer who had excelled in his career.

          Ricardo had grown up in the slums of Colombia and had resorted to running drugs at a very young age.

His reputation for his ability to profile and interrogate the competition was so well known that when the military got Intel on him, instead of prosecuting him, they recruited him.

Between Ricardo’s street sense and his military training, very little got past him.

          After taking the time to profile her as she worked the ring, he separated the girls to interrogate them.

He would question Juanita, but Roxanne was being escorted to New York to marry his little brother, Antonio Wayne.

He solidified in his mind that retribution was to be paid and that restitution would constitute marriage to the brothers.

             Juanita was left to sit in a room alone in order to purposely build anticipation.

When Ricardo felt that she had been left alone long enough to ‘ponder’ her misdeeds, he entered, pulling up a chair and turning it around to fold his arms along the back of it.

              “That is quite the scam that you have going there, Juanita.” Ricardo sat looking at her intently as if waiting for an answer.

Juanita folded her arms in defiance, “I don’t have a clue what you are referring to.”

“Okay, maybe a night in jail will jar you from your false state of dimwittedness.”

“You can’t take me to jail!” Juanita jumped, lunging at him full force.

“You little bitch!” he said, grabbing and shaking her like a ragdoll. “You cost me a lot of money!”

                Juanita was right in his face when he noted that she suddenly became distracted. She began to study his face as she chewed on her bottom lip. He held her with one hand and turned, whistling towards the door for the doctor to come and sedate her.

          Sleep eluded him that night and many nights after. Every time he closed his eyes and attempted it, he saw her face and it haunted him.

It took Juanita three weeks before she broke down and agreed to begin her new life as his wife.

        Each day, he would go and ask if she was ready to marry him and, each day, she would lunge at the bars, cursing him.

Over the period of three weeks, little by little, her will had been weakened until, finally, she submitted to Ricardo’s demand.

          He had made certain to keep her out of the general prison population. He also made it known that there would be consequences if anyone so much as touched her.

His men knew that Ricardo had a sadistic streak and none of them wanted to be on the receiving end of it.

           Needless to say, Juanita was guarded with the lives of those who watched over her. No guard wanted to suffer the wrath of Ricardo.

Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief when she finally agreed to join Ricardo in his mansion. Let someone else have the responsibility of watching over the trouble making American.

It was settled. Juanita would stay with Ricardo and Roxanne would be sent to his little brother, Antonio Wayne.

This was Roxanne’s story and my story is in the book entitled, ‘Rubia.’

Rubia is available on Amazon.

Rubia falls under the ‘Dark Romance’ genre.

http://www.amazon.com/Suzanne-Steele/e/B00C9L6YRQ