All Chapters of Their Slave: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amber’s P.O.V. Nathan moves the device over my sensitive nipples, down my stomach, and right against the lips of my fully displayed pussy. I silently pray that it won't tear me apart, because the damn thing is so huge.He grinds the wide head against my clit for a torturous moment before forcefully lining it up and thrusting it in. I squeeze my eyes shut in pure nervousness.“Open your eyes.” Hunter slaps my face, and my eyes snap open instantly. Nathan seizes the opportunity to thrust the entire length of the dildo deep inside my core, buried right up to the base. Fuck. It is hitting my G-spot."Are you ready, slave?" Nathan asks, and before I can even process the words, he slams the power button. My inside walls instantly begin vibrating at an unimaginable frequency, making my legs and thighs throb violently against the leather restraints. My inner muscles feel like they are completely on fire. The sensation gives me both pain and pleasure. The speed. Oh my fucking God! My entir

Amber’s P.O.V.It has been a few days since Nathan and Hunter turned my life upside down and made me their slave. Every day, the desperation to understand why they are doing this, what I supposedly did to deserve this, increases until it’s all I can think about.Two days ago, I heard Nathan crying in the washroom. The sound made my heart sink. It was a broken sound that shattered my soul. What is the pain he’s hiding behind his monster persona? This question is killing me. But he doesn’t let me get close. He doesn't even let me speak a single word. When I’m in his room, he keeps me silent with different ball gags, saying he knows I won't shut up without them.In his room, I’m never naked. I wear lingerie, lace stockings, or sexy maid outfits. He takes his anger out on me through punishment. I’ll admit, I enjoy his roughness, but the way he discards me afterwards, leaving me like I'm nothing but trash, hurts more than the leather or the slaps. When Nathan kisses me, he takes his a

Amber’s P.O.V.I lie there in the silence of the room, the only sound echoing right beside me is Nathan’s heavy, drunken breathing. I’m crying silently, the tears soaking into the edges of the ball gag that still stretches my jaw to a breaking point. I’m still horrified. No matter how tightly I close my eyes, I can’t stop seeing the images of the white sheets turned crimson from the glass in his feet. Even through the pain he caused me, the sight of his blood made my stomach churn with a fear I shouldn't feel for my cruel captor.As the hours pass, the physical agony becomes unbearable. My limbs are screaming, my wrists and ankles are numb from the tight ropes, and the awkward position of my legs is causing a deep, throbbing ache in my hips and lower back. My pussy and buttocks feel like they are on fire, swollen from the relentless spanking. I try to shift, to find a bit of relief, but the ropes only bite deeper. I want to scream, to wake him up, to beg for mercy, but the gag reduc

Hunter’s P.O.V.I walk into Nathan’s room and the smell of whiskey hits me immediately. He’s drinking again, even though it’s barely morning, sitting at the bar counter like a ghost of the brother I used to know. I look down at his feet. The blood has dried in dark, ugly crusts. He has taken out the broken shards of glass, but he hasn't even bothered to dress the wounds. Seeing him so physically and mentally exhausted drains me.“Nathan, please... you need to stop doing this to yourself.” I walk over to him. He looks at me, and my chest tightens. His eyes are a hollow wreck of hurt and suppressed rage. He sets his glass on the counter with a thud and tries to stand, but he hisses as his weight hits the open cuts.“Careful.” I instinctively reach out my hand to steady his swaying frame.He roughly brushes my hand off his arm and stares directly into my soul. “You’re falling for her, aren't you, Hunter?” he asks, his voice breaking in a way that sounds like a plea.I freeze completely

Hunter’s P.O.V.At night, I sit at the dining table as Ruby serves dinner. My mind is elsewhere, specifically, in the room upstairs where Amber is supposed to be resting. I’ve been applying the cooling cream to the marks on her skin every hour to make sure she gets better soon. She had insisted on coming down to serve us, saying she’s fine, but I shut that down immediately. I command her to stay in bed.“Seriously, I’m really thinking that you’re falling for her,” Nathan’s voice drags me back to earth. I look up from my plate, immediately catching the suspicious look plastered across his face. “You’ve started caring about her well-being. Instead of me, you’re on her side now, and I bet that’s the exact reason why she isn’t at this table serving us today.” His tone is broken. This is my brother, the man who was shattered by the very woman I now claim to love. I can’t see him like this. I can’t let him think he’s losing the only person left in this world who genuinely cares for him.