Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance
Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 48

I blink, clearing my vision as drool runs from my mouth while his cock is shoved into it. My arms have gone numb tied up and behind my head, and kneeling over at this angle pulls on the hook in my ass and every little movement makes me moan. It’s uncomfortable but no longer painful. It feels…good.

I adjust my bent knees; my thighs are sweaty, and my toes tingle from the kneeling position.

One of his hands rests on the back of the couch while the other gently plays with a strand of my hair. His blue eyes are on the TV. I’m guessing the game is still on, but I can’t hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears.

The zipper to his jeans digs into my chin and cheeks. He remained dressed on purpose. I still haven’t seen him naked. It’s another sign of dominance. I’ve seen enough porn where the Dom is in a suit and tie, and their submissive is crawling on all fours—naked, collared, and leashed. She’s his toy, his property. His to do whatever he wants with.

Haidyn was right when he said my pussy is wet. It’s running as much as my open mouth. He moves his hand to slide into my hair at the crown of my head, and he pushes my mouth down farther while he lifts his hips. I gag as his new position forces me to readjust on my knees. My arms pull on the rope, and I moan as it pulls on the hook.

His eyes drop to mine, and he gives me an innocent smile. “Enjoying yourself, doll face?”

I stare up at him with heavy eyes, rocking my hips back and forth. My hard nipples rub against the edge of the couch cushion. “Leave your mouth open,” he commands, and I wonder what the hell he means by that when his cock is down my throat.

He yanks on my hair, ripping his dick from my mouth, and I gasp, leaving my mouth open like he told me to. Instead, he places two fingers at the back of my throat, making me gag once more. My shoulders jerk forward and pull on the rope, forcing a whimper from my full mouth.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Charlotte.”

I whimper again, trying to swallow the drool, but it just runs out of the corner of my lips. He removes his fingers. “Are you wet?”

I nod, and he grabs my bent elbows, yanking them forward. I scream out as the rope yanks on the hook, sending a sharp tingle up my spine that is full of pain and pleasure. It takes away my breath.

“Words, doll face.” He tsks with a sinister smile.

“Y-yes.” I nod. “Yes, I’m wet.” I lick my lips.

“That’s a good girl.” He grips my hair again and shoves my head down, and I manage to take in a deep breath before his pierced cock fills my mouth once more. “Suck on it, doll face. Be my naughty little whore and put that mouth to good use.”

HAIDYN

My plan was to make her kneel with my cock in her mouth until the game was finished, but I can’t wait that long.

I don’t take my time as I fuck her mouth. And within minutes, I’m coming down her throat. Yanking her head up, I watch the drool and cum run from her swollen lips. She’s gasping for breath, and I lean down, grabbing her hips. “Stand up,” I order.

She softly cries but manages to get to her shaking legs. I close mine and pull her onto my lap to where she straddles me.

Leaning forward, I pull a hard nipple into my mouth and suck on it before letting my teeth sink into it. She screams, trying to pull her nipple free of my teeth, but her hips push into me.

I let it pop free, and I grab my cock. “Spread your legs,” I command, slapping her thigh.

“Haidyn.” She gasps. “Please…”

I slap it again. “Rise up.” She wiggles her way up enough that I can rub the tip of my dick along her cunt. “Fucking soaked.” Just like I knew it would be. “You’re becoming such an obedient whore for me, aren’t you?”

She nods. I lift my hand to slap her breast, and she adds, “Yes, I am.”

I push my cock forward at an angle and push down on her, letting her cunt suck me inside.

She throws her head back, chest heaving, and a cry rips through the room. “I…Haidyn!” She lowers her head so her watery eyes meet mine.

My hands grip her hips, and I dig my fingers into her skin, pushing her body down on top of mine. “You’re doing so good, doll face.”

“Oh my…” She gasps.

I stop and hold her in place. She can’t do much since she doesn’t have use of her hands, and the anal hook in her ass keeps her from making any sudden movements. I mean, the fact that her ass has steel balls in it does make it a little more difficult and tighter space, but it’s very doable.

I lean forward and kiss her wet lips, tasting her salty tears. “I’m going to fuck you now, Charlotte, so just relax and let me in. Can you do that for me, doll face?”

She nods, and her body relaxes, allowing her soaked pussy to slide farther down onto my dick. She pulls on the rope with her shaking arms, and I grind my teeth as I slip all the way into her. The balls in her ass make her pussy walls even tighter.

“Goddamn, doll face.” I groan, ignoring her cries of pain and pleasure. I reach up and grab the loop in her collar, pulling her forward and smiling when I feel her hips start grinding back and forth. “Ride my cock, Charlotte. Show me how bad you want it.”

My free hand slaps her breast, and she jerks. I do it again and again, loving the way she screams my name while her pussy grinds on my dick that twitches inside her tight cunt. “You’re shaking, doll face.” I run my knuckles down her chest, enjoying the red mark on her breasts from my hands. “How’s your ass feel?” I pull on her restrained arms, and she sobs, but her hips don’t stop rocking back and forth. “Words, Charlotte.”

“It…hurts.” She sniffs.

I drop my hands and grip her ass cheeks as I lower myself into the couch. I lift her to fuck my dick. Her tits bounce in front of my face, and I know each thrust forces her arms to yank on the anal hook. “You’re so fucking good at being my whore, doll face.”

“Pl-ease,” she begs.

“Please, what?”

“May I come?” she pants. “Please? I need to come.”

“You can come, doll face,” I say, wanting her to come all over my cock. She’s earned it. I’ve always been an ass guy, but that doesn’t mean I forget how good a pussy can be. Especially hers. I’m the first man to ever be there, and I want to make sure that any man she fucks in the future leaves her unsatisfied.

She throws her head back, and I grip her collar, yanking her forward. “You’ll look at me when you come,” I command.

Her heavy eyes open, and her mouth parts, but nothing comes out as I feel her pussy clench down on my dick. So tight it takes my breath away.

I pull up to the cathedral and shut off my bike. Getting off, I notice a car parked by the entrance. A black Rolls Royce Wraith. The driver gets out and buttons his suit jacket before walking up the stairs and opens the door for me.

His eyes meet mine as I pass, and I give him a nod that he returns.

The door closing squeals throughout the vaulted ceilings. The cathedral is old, and although the Lords love flashy, they refuse to upgrade this place. They want it to be a reminder that anything they give you can be taken away at any time.

I walk down the aisle, past the pews, and see a man sitting in the front row, his back facing me as he faces the Lords altar. I see two guns sitting on it. I remove the gun from the waistband of my jeans and the pocketknife, placing it beside my gun, and turn to face the man who called me here.

William Marks sits before me. The last fucking Lord I expected to invite me here. It’s been years since I saw him last. “Bill.” His father was also a William, so he prefers to go by Bill.

“Annabelle Marie Schults.” He states his stepdaughter’s name.

“I know who she is.” I’m not going to hide the fact that I know who Charlotte really is. If he’s here, he already knows that I know.

His laughter fills the large cathedral. “I assure you; you have no clue who she is,” he states, getting my attention.

“Enlighten me.” I bite. The man brought me here at three in the morning because he wants to tell me something, so I might as well let him talk.

The smile that takes over his face tells me he’s more than willing to fill me in on what he thinks I don’t know. “Do you know the founders?”

Now it’s my time to laugh out loud. “No one knows who the founders are.” It’s to keep them protected from other members of the society.

“What if I told you that Annabelle was from a founder?”

I stiffen.

He smirks. “Now I have your attention.”

“Bullshit.” I push off the Lords altar and turn around and pick up my gun and pocketknife.

“I promised her father that if anything happened to him, I’d protect her.”

“Well, you failed.” I turn back around and shove my gun into my jeans, ready to leave.

“I tried to come up with reasons as to keep her from being initiated, but her mother wanted her to be great.” He does air quotes. Getting to his feet, he walks over to the end of the Lords altar. “Have you heard of an offering?”

I snort. “Of course I have.” All Lords are required to watch at least one offering. It’s to desensitize us—a woman being stripped naked and tied down to the Lords altar and then offered up to other Lords—and tells the men that they are what’s important. Women are nothing in our world.

“Have you heard of a breeder?” he asks.

“Sounds pretty self-explanatory.” I know several Lords who have that kink.

He smirks. “Follow me.” Turning, he begins to walk up the far-right staircase to the top floor where the vow ceremony takes place every year for the ritual. I follow him to the second-floor balcony.

I come to a stop when I see the woman I wasn’t aware was up here. She’s tied up, of course. Face down with her ass and cunt exposed. Head completely covered with a hood that’s buckled around her neck, and by the sounds of her muffled screams, she’s gagged.

Walking over to her, I see she’s got a butt plug in her ass and another one in her cunt. Bruises cover her pale skin. Some look like they’re from belts, others from hands and fingers.

“She’s a breeder,” Bill says, looking down at her. “She failed her assignment.”

“What do you mean by her assignment?” I’ve never heard of a woman having one in our society until Charlotte told me she was given one.

“She’s from a founder.”

My body tenses as his words start to make sense.

He nods down at her. “See, Haidyn. A woman who fails her assignment after she’s been initiated into the Lords isn’t completely useless. They may have failed, but they still have something to offer.”

“What if they can’t have children?” I inquire.

He laughs as if that’s an absurd concept. “I guess it’s possible, but the Lords take matters into their own hands to make sure they are able to reproduce. Supplements are given…”

“So I’ve heard.”

“She’s twenty-one.” Same as Charlotte. He begins to walk around her. “Her first session was tonight. She’ll remain tied here like this for at least forty-eight hours. Ass up in the air stuffed with a lockable plug so the Lords can’t use it. And her cunt plugged to retain all their cum. It will be removed for her next session in the morning. Once her forty-eight hours are up, she’ll go to the clinic where she will be closely monitored twenty-four seven until she has a positive pregnancy test, and a DNA test will determine which lucky Lord was successful.”

“Then what?”

“She’ll be kept at the clinic until she’s thirty-eight weeks, at which time the baby or babies will be taken and given to the father for him to raise.”

“What if this session doesn’t take, and she doesn’t have a positive pregnancy test?” Forty-eight hours doesn’t sound like much time.

“Then she’s brought back here for another session. Repeat the process until the Lords get their desired results.” He points at her. “This is her life from here on out. After she gives birth, she will replace herself back here for another round…then another. Until the Lords feel she’s served, and then…well, then they will put her out of her misery.”

Rinse and repeat. Running my hands through my hair, I sigh. “So you’re saying…if Charlotte fails, this is her future?”

He looks up at me, and his silence answers my question. A sickening feeling has my mind reeling. The video I watched of Charlotte’s exchange with the Lords in her living room comes to mind. They will deliver you to the cathedral where you will fulfill your…duties. You will serve your Lords one way or another. She thought it was an offering and so did I. It was worse than that. “What is her assignment?”

“I don’t know.”

“BULLSHIT!” I shout before taking a deep breath, and the woman tied face down to the wooden bench cries harder to get my attention. Ignoring her, I keep my eyes on Bill. As awful as it sounds, I’m not here to save her. “I replace it hard to believe that no one knows what her assignment is. Not even her.”

“She doesn’t even know what she’s doing it for.”

“What does that mean?” I say, trying to wrap my brain around this new information. The Lords have layers. And I know they run deep. But breeding? I mean, the truth is right in front of me, but the question is why? The ones at the top are powerful, and they’re always married off. So why would they need a child from someone else other than their Lady?

“Ever heard of Dollhouse?”

I grind my teeth but answer. “No. What the fuck is it?”

“Annabelle thinks she’ll take over her family’s business. But it’s not what she thinks it is.”

“Look, I’m tired of your fucking riddles. You had me meet you at three in the morning to see this shit…” I point at the woman while she fights her restraints that hold her in place. “For fucking nothing.” Turning, I give him my back. “Thanks for nothing.”

“Annabelle isn’t going to like the life she gets if she completes her assignment.”

“None of us do,” I throw over my shoulder as I approach the stairs. I start to descend when he speaks again.

“Very few people in our world are truly innocent, Haidyn.”

I stop and turn to face him. He remains standing by the naked woman with his hands shoved into his dress slacks.

“I can say without a doubt that Annabelle is one of them.”

“It’s too late,” I say, shaking my head. I’ve already made her mine. I’ve branded my name on her ass. I’m too far in with her to toss her to the side. And if he’s right…she’s innocent—just another woman caught up in a life that will destroy her.

“Is she in your bed right now?” He goes on as my mind runs wild with the new information.

I don’t answer, and he walks toward me. My silence is answer enough. Coming to a stop at the top of the stairs, he speaks, “Go home…grab your gun and put a bullet in her head while she sleeps.” He takes the first step off the stairs, getting closer. “I love Annabelle like she is my own, but I promise you, that’s the best outcome she’ll get.” With that, he walks down the stairs, passing me.