Chapter eight: Rufus has gone wild

Bronte’s

I don’t think Jake would take his company girls to his house or am I mistaken?

My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. I didn’t want to end my ex career due to my selfish reasons.

Rufus stood over me like a shadow, the thick leather belt folded between his hands. The way he looked at me, controlled, and terrified me more than shouting ever could.

“You thought you could go to him?” he said softly, stepping closer until the toes of his shoes touched my bare knees.

“You let him drive you around. Let him pour you drinks. Sat on his couch like you still belong to that boy.”

“I didn’t sleep with him,” I whispered, staring at the floor.

Rufus let out a low, dangerous laugh. “I know. I watched every second. You were a good girl… until you weren’t. Until you started thinking about running back to safe, boring dick.”

He crouched down in front of me and grabbed my jaw, tilting my face up. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with something between rage and hunger.

“Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed instantly, crossing my wrists. The belt whispered as he wrapped it around them, pulling it tight.

The leather bit into my skin not enough to bruise permanently, but enough to remind me I was completely at his mercy.

He stood up again and slowly circled me. I could feel his gaze crawling over my naked body like fingers.

“Arch your back.”

I did as I was told, pushing my boobs forward, knees spread on the carpet. The cool air kissed my already wet pussy. Shame and arousal burned through me in equal measure.

God, why does this turn me on so much?

Rufus’s hand suddenly cracked across my ass hard.

I gasped, jerking forward.

“Count them.”

“One…” I breathed.

Another sharp slap landed on the other cheek.

“Two..”

He didn’t stop at ten. By the time he reached fifteen, my ass was burning, and tears were streaming down my face.

But between my legs, I was soaked. I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

Rufus noticed too.

“Look at you,” he murmured, sliding two thick fingers between my folds without warning. “Dripping like a desperate little slut even when I punish you. This is why you’ll never leave me, Bronte.”

He pumped his fingers slowly, curling them against that spot inside me that made my legs shake. A moan tore from my throat.

“Please…”

“Please what?” He pulled his fingers out and smeared my wetness across my lips. “Use your words.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.”

Rufus froze for half a second, then groaned, it was a deep, satisfied sound that made my stomach flip.

He grabbed my bound wrists and pulled me up, bending me over the back of the couch. My face pressed into the cushions as he kicked my legs wider apart.

I heard his zipper.

Then he was inside me in a brutal thrust so deep I cried out. He didn’t give me time to adjust.

He fucked me hard, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip so tightly I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow.

“Say it again,” he growled, slamming into me.

“Daddy…fuck, Daddy please….”

Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge. The belt dug into my wrists. My punished ass stung every time his hips slapped against it. I felt completely owned.

He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight, ruthless circles.

“Come for me. Right now.”

I shattered.

My orgasm hit so hard my vision went white. I screamed into the couch cushion as my pussy clenched around him. Rufus cursed, thrust deep one last time, and came inside me, filling me with hot pulses.

For a long moment, the only sound was our ragged breathing.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down my thighs. Then he untied my wrists and pulled me into his arms on the couch.

His hand gently stroked my hair a shocking contrast to how rough he’d just been.

“You’re mine, Bronte,” he whispered against my temple. “Not Jake’s. Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

I nodded weakly, burying my face in his chest. I hated how safe I felt in his arms after he’d just destroyed me.

That night, my phone buzzed on the nightstand while Rufus was in the shower. I glanced at the screen.

It was Jake, I know something’s wrong. You were scared of him. I saw the way he grabbed you. I’m not letting this go. I’m going to find out what the fuck is really happening.

My stomach dropped. I deleted the message quickly, but the damage was already done. Jake wasn’t going to stop.

And Rufus… Rufus had just made it clear he was ready to destroy anyone who tried to take me away.

I curled up under the sheets, my body still aching, my mind spinning.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?