Celia
“It’s time to let her go, Aron. Of what use is she to us in this house anyway? Your daughter Is a burden, and I’m sick of seeing her around.” I heard my stepmother’s voice loudly raging from the living room.“And if she leaves, who will bring in money for the house? I hope you are not expecting me to go out there and work.” My father fired back.“You cannot hide her from him forever. Give her up, or he will have your head.” She assured him.I sigh in frustration as their loud voice kept echoing through the thin walls of my bedroom.
Death was better than the life I was being thrown into. I’ve always known that this day would come. I was made aware of my fate at a very young age, and I’ve been getting training from my stepmother about men and their sexual desires.I’ll be a sex slave to not only one man whose name I’ve come to detest but to any other man he wishes to share me with.I stared out of the small, grimy window of my bedroom, feeling the heaviness of my reality in my chest.The world outside looked brighter, and freer, as if it was taunting me with its unattainable promises. I knew I was different from the other girls my age, cursed with a fate I never wanted.I often wondered if I was really my father's daughter, or if there was some mistake at birth, some genetic error that made me this way. Maybe that could explain the darkness that haunted me.I hate my birthday. It's the day I'm reminded of how much my parents despise me, how much they wish i was never born. They've never treated me with anything more than basic human decency; if anything, they usually ignored my existence. The only time they acknowledged me was when I had to hand over my meager earnings to them.I'd hoped my birthday would never come, but I was wrong. On my eighteenth birthday, I heard a loud knock on the door of my father's shabby apartment. I startled in fear, the aggressiveness of the knock was unusual, then i stared out of my room window.A man was waiting at our front door, his hand hovering over the broken knocker. "Open up, Mr. Weaver!" He yelled. It's time to hand her over."I heard my father curse and stumbled to the door. He threw open the door, and I heard his frantic, pleading voice. Not that he wants me, but if I go,who would make him all that money. Curiosity took over me and I tiptoed to my room door, opened it and peered out."Please..." My father begged. "Ask him to give us six months. Six more months! She will work harder, I promise. We will pay your boss."The guard pushed my father aside and entered the apartment. He scanned the room until his eyes landed on me, hovering behind the door.Ah, there you are," he said with a smirk. "Mr Hamilton has been waiting for you."My Stepmother shot into my face like a bullet, her eyes bloodshot and wide in alarm. "Stop hiding like little rat, you wretched girl!" She spat furiously. "It's time to go." She pulled me by the arm, dragging me to the living room. She shoved me forward, "Here she is, take her to your boss and tell him to stop bothering us." My mind raced, desperately looking for a way out. Panic surged through me, but I knew it was useless to fight. The Hamiltons had come to take me away, and I was just a puppet, helplessly caught in the strings of my father's mistakes.My world fell apart at that moment. The life I had lived was being torn away, replaced by an uncertain future, tied to the whims of those who had power over me. I would be at their mercy, their toy, a thing in a sinister game.As I walked forward, my legs shaking under me, I decided to face my fate with as much courage as I could muster. Deep inside me, a spark of resilience lit up, fueled by the knowledge that I would not be broken easily. The darkness that had haunted me would not define me; it would only make me stronger.The guard grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the door. I try to resist, but he's too strong. I screamed for help, but no one came. I looked at my father, who watched with a mix of relief and guilt."Please, don't do this," I sobbed. "Please, let me go, "I begged. "Sorry, kid, but only you can save our family now," he said. My breath ragged, as my sniffling intensified. With tears blurring my vision, "And who... " I choked out. "Who will save me, Dad?""It's out of my hands. You belong to them now." My father said, distaste evident on his face.I stared at him in disbelief. It was obvious he wasn't ready to beg for me any longer. His rejection only further confirmed the fear in my heart that he and my mother never wanted me around anyway.My father closed the door behind me and locked it. I was left alone with the guard, who threw me into a black car and drove away.What was I even expecting from a selfish father? The same man who saw me as nothing but an item to provide for our daily needs. From the time I could walk and talk, I'd been doing every job my hands could find, carrying his responsibilities on my narrow shoulders.I didn't know where the guard was taking me, but I knew it would be terrible. I would never see my father again, not that he cared anyway. I was doomed to a life of misery and pain.I wished I could escape, but I knew it was impossible. The Hamiltons have eyes and ears everywhere. They control everything in the city: the police, the media, the businesses, even the government. They were untouchable and unstoppable.I wondered what the man called the devil would do with me. I've heard stories about his cruelty and sadism, how he tortured and killed his enemies and slaves for fun. I shivered as I imagined what horror awaited me at his mansion. I prayed for a miracle, but I knew it was hopeless.I closed my eyes and wished I could open them and it was all a dream.The car stopped in front of a huge iron gate that opened automatically. I saw a massive mansion looming in the distance, surrounded by a high wall and guarded by armed men. The guard drove through the gate and parked in front of the main entrance.He got out of the car and pulled me out with him. I felt a surge of awe and fear as the guard escorted me inside the grand estate, the imposing doors closing behind me with a resounding thud.I had never seen such wealth and splendor in my life. The entrance hall was lit by intricate chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow on the marble floors, but something was unsettling in the air, a sense of power and secrets that made me shiver.He dragged me to the door and rang the bell. A butler opened the door and greeted him with a nod."Good afternoon, sir. You must be here to deliver the package.""Yes, I am," the guard said. "Where do you want me to put it?""Follow me, please," the butler said. He led us to a large hall with a grand staircase. He pointed to a door on the left. "The master is waiting for you in his study. He'll take care of the payment and the paperwork."I looked around nervously, feeling out of place among the paintings and servants that adorned the walls. Their eyes seemed to follow me with curiosity and disdain as if they knew I didn't belong there. What did the Hamiltons want with me? I wondered. What had I done to attract their attention?The guard led me deeper into the mansion, through a maze of corridors that seemed to twist and turn endlessly. I felt like a mouse trapped in a cat's lair, waiting for the inevitable pounce.Everything in the mansion was sparkling clean and arranged in a particular order. Nothing like I've ever seen before. We finally reached a set of ornate double doors, polished to a shine. The guard pushed them open, revealing a luxurious study dimly lit by candles, heading towards another room.The guard nodded and pushed me towards the door. He knocks and opens it without waiting for an answer. He shoved me inside and closed the door behind him. I found myself in a dark room filled with books, and paintings. Four guards lined the wall of the room. A fireplace burned in the corner, casting eerie shadows on the walls.A figure sat on a chair by the window, his back turned to me. I felt a cold chill run down my spine as I entered the room. Immediately he heard the door close, he swiveled in the chair slowly turning to meet my eyes.The man was nothing I expected. My eyes swept over him, taking in his entire look: lush blond hair held back in a ponytail, intense, green eyes, like seaweed under water.He was the picture of perfection, but I could sense something evil and sinister about him."Hello," he said in a deep and cold voice " You must be Mr. Weaver's daughter, I’ve been expecting you."Celia I snuck a look backward, half-expecting someone else to be there. "Wh—what?" The smile slipped from the man's face and his eyes hardened. He pushed his chair backwards with a loud creak, then walked towards me with a slow but steady precision and an air of authority. I looked up to stare into his eyes as I was several inches shorter than he was. I knew I was tall, but this man was way taller. Alexander Hamilton...I'd heard that name being thrown around by my parents a couple of times, times where I'd been privy to their private discussions. They usually metioned the Hamilton name with a mixture of revulsion and fear, as though they had a score to settle with him. I stood there, trembling, in the dimly lit office of the most powerful man in the city. My mind ran amok with equal shock and confusion, unable to fully process the magnitude of the situation that had unfolded on my eighteenth birthday. The guard's arrival at my father's house had torn apart the fragile illusion of
Celia"Yes, yes," the guard snapped at me. "If you'd please move this way, then?"I swallowed my retorts and followed the guards. As they led me away from Alexander Hamilton's office, my mind buzzed with a storm of fear and uncertainty. With each step, the weight of my impending fate pressed upon me, threatening to crush what was left of my hope.My heart pounded in my chest, and a knot tightened in the pit of my stomach. I was scared of my prospects; I couldn't live the rest of my life as a puppet for Alexander Hamilton!They led me to a door and one of the guards opened it, then ushered me in with a leer on his face. "Go in and wear anything you like, love." He said. I could hear the inflection of his voice, and the slightly provocative tone behind his words, and it made my skin crawl.I walked into the room. It was a small, private chamber, dimly lit with neon lights. I couldn't see much, but my eyes caught the rack of clothes in the corner and the floor-length mirror on claw legs d
Celia We both stared at each other for an insane amount of time. I'd never noticed just how deep his green eyes was, how it caught the moonlight at a beautiful angle. Suddenly all my problems were pushed to the back of my mind as I looked up at this man whom I hated with every heartbeat. His scent filled my nostrils—the clean scent of rain and an undertone of male cologne—every element of him taking over my common sense. Alexander, the man responsible for my near-tragic encounter, stood before me, his face filled with mild concern. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?" he asked. I took a moment to compose myself before answering. "I... I'm fine," I muttered, my voice quivering. My whole body was still trembling from the shock, but with his hands around me, the tremors finally subsided. I looked at him, taking in his handsome features, and the anger within me swelled like a tempest. This man had traded me like a simple commodity, had watched me dance half-naked on a stage, and had
AlexanderI had all the money I needed in the world and all the women around me were dying to be in my bed, but here I was being helpless about one woman as I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.My mind was clouded with Celia Weaver, the little innocent girl who captured my heart the very moment she walked through the doors of my studies. Her raven black hair fell over her shoulders in messy waves, framing an oval face with delicate features. Her skin was creamy, almost translucent. It made me want to leave my mark all over her.She was different. Nothing like any woman I’ve seen before. Usually, they trembled in my presence with fear. You needed to be extremely bold to stand before me and utter a word, but this one, the little girl whose ice-blue eyes almost froze me to death, was a rebel.I could still picture the image of her whining her waist like a pro on the stage that night, and how the men there looked at her delicate soft curves with lust and desire. I had felt like rippi
Celia I woke up in a strange bedroom and on a strange bed for the first time in my life. I wasn’t fully awake, but I could feel the silky sheet, as opposed to the ridiculously cotton sheets in my room back home. The guest room was huge and luxurious, but it was sparse too, and I got the feeling it wasn’t used very often. All I could smell was him. His scent hung in the air. It was infused into my skin, my towel, my sheets. Scenes from the previous night came back in pieces the more I wake up. ‘I had my bath and was about getting into my night wear when I heard a soft knock on the door. Alexander had come in to talk to me. He kissed me. Then he fell on his knees in front of me and… He pried my legs apart and buried his face in between my thighs, lapping up my juice. My fingers were tangled into his slick hair and his hands gripped my ass as he held me closer to his face licking me up with a punishing pace. More and more of my juices leaked out of me when he twisted his tongu
AlexanderThe Oasis Nightclub, a glittering gem stood at the heart of New York City. My armored SUV pulled up into the building and I stepped out like the fucking king I am.I straightened my black suit as I took in the glorious view. I was proud of the empire I had built.I adjusted my suit, “No one is allowed into my office, except by my command.” I instructed my guards.They bowed their heads and I made my way into the building. I had one of the mole’s hands cut off to send a message to whoever stood as a threat to my rule and the rest of them are still locked underground.My family ran the Oasis nightclub and many other underground businesses for years. When my father got shot before my very eyes in what seemed to be a carefully planned assassination, at thirty years old, I became the youngest person to ever hold that position as head and I’ve had to fight like hell to prove myself a worthy leader. A powerful leader. A feared leader…I cleaned the system mercilessly, and got rid o
CeliaAlexander backed me up against the wall of his office. He fisted my hair, forcing me not only to remain in place but also to look into his eyes. He held my gaze, his green eyes flicking back and forth between mine. His eyes were nothing but pools of darkness, a man who had no soul or emotions of any kind.“No one disobeys me and that law you have violated.”“Let me go,” I clawed at his hands to break free from his hold, but it was useless. His grip was too tight on my hair and my face was starting to turn red. “You are hurting me. Please let me go.”“That’s not going to happen. You need to be punished. If you continue to misbehave, I assure you that your discipline will become that harsh.”He brushed his lips across my neck and a disgusting feeling of arousal pooled in every cell. My hardened nipples pressed against the soft material of my dress, my panties instantly damp from filthy visions of what he was going to do to me. How could I still be aroused by this beast of a man,
Slave?Why would she even say that?My Dick pulsed at the thought of keeping her cuffed to my bed, my face buried between her thighs, shoving my tongue inside her berry sweetness until she begs me to fuck her rough and dirty.She had a loud mouth and all I could think of was fucking her into submission and I will soon.I couldn’t stop thinking about Celia and the event that transpired between us in my office earlier.I was hard for her all the goddamn time, like right now, while I was in a meeting. Instead of concentrating, I was thinking about how hard my spanking her luscious ass made her come. How she whimpered and spasm on my desk every time my hand landed on her ass. I fucking loved it.The man I had come to see in the most luxurious restaurant in the city held the key to my solution.As I stirred my wine glass with deliberate precision, I made sure my piercing gaze didn’t give away my true thoughts.Hugo was no less imposing, with a commanding presence that hints at his ruthless