Ferron's Journey Trilogy: MM suspense romance (The Playroom) Page 3

  His eyes held mine hostage, almost willing me to fight him as the questions fired through my skull, pinging around like a ball in a pinball machine. The need for oxygen took precedence, my hands coming up to claw at his. One of the men stepped forward, pinning my hands behind my back before I could do any more.

  It felt as if my eyes were about to burst out of my head as I struggled to take in the air my lungs were desperately crying out for. Then, just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. My chest heaved as I searched for a way to escape the madness that I’d somehow found myself in.

  “He’s not perfect, but I’ll soon have him toeing the line,” Devon said to the other men, his large hand taking hold of my arm. “Thanks for the heads-up, Riley.”

  “Try not to break this one,” Riley, the manager growled.

  My mouth opened and shut. What did he mean “break this one?”

  Mother of all that is holy, run, run now!

  But no matter how much I tried to pull away, the hand dragging me through the club didn’t let go of my arm. I thought I’d get my chance to run once we‘d reached the door, but there was only the doorman who handed Devon my belongings. Without any further preamble, I was hustled into the back of a big black BMW and strapped into the seat.

  What the fuck was happening to me?

  The sound of heavy footsteps was enough to make my whole body clench in fear. The goosebumps that rose over my naked flesh refused to listen to reason as I stood perfectly still next to the bed, not sure that my body could take another beating.

  My pose of submission was as perfect as I could get it without double-checking in the mirror situated at the end of the bed. A mirror I’d soon come to realise was there so that Devon could watch us together at all times.

  The plug in my arse felt heavy as I shifted slightly, the cock cage chafing the raw flesh on my thighs. My fingernails dug into my palms as I willed myself not to flinch as his footsteps grew louder. I sucked in a couple of breaths as a buzz started up in my ears.

  Don’t faint, don’t faint.

  Weeks had passed since that fateful night in The Dom’s Haven and I was struggling to keep it together. The punishments Devon dished out did make me try harder. But a part of me wished that he’d just do enough damage so that I’d never recover.

  I was no longer able to recall what day it was as they all bled into each other. They were full of pain and mental torture. I was no longer even sure if it was night or day.

  The house Devon had brought me to, had blackout blinds on all of the windows which left me clueless. They added to my deprivation, to the misery which was Devon’s way of teaching me to be the perfect pet for him.

  There was no way of figuring out a pattern to what Devon might do next because he didn’t seem to keep to any schedule. He came and went as he pleased, leaving me tied up for hours in his absence. So much so, that I found myself willing him to return so I wouldn’t be alone. The loneliness was sometimes worse than him being there. Then the cycle of abuse would start again and I’d wish for him to leave again. It was a total mind fuck and I was starting to understand that it was all part of Devon’s idea of training.

  A shudder wracked my body and I stifled a sob as I caught the scent of my own unwashed body. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d smelt fresh air, smelt anything that was clean.

  “Oh, look at my perfect little sub, stood waiting for his Master.”

  The softness to his tone kept me from moving, from even taking a breath. A soft tone meant he wasn’t in a good mood, so I waited to see what he’d command me to do.

  “Get on your knees, strip off my trousers and suck my cock.” I felt the weight of his gaze on me as I quickly moved from my position next to his bed, a bed I’d never slept in. No, he’d explained that I was his slave and as such, I slept on the floor ready to service him whenever he wanted.

  My arse twinged as the massive plug shifted inside me, which left me feeling sickened. One of his rules was no coming, no matter what. It’s why I wore the cock cage. Devon didn’t want me to get aroused, but there was no fear of that, not with the pain he loved to inflict.

  My head whipped back, the punch to my face knocking me on my arse. The tears that came to my eyes were blinked back quickly. No tears, remember what happens if you cry!

  “Pay a-fucking-ttention,” he growled, much as a rabid animal might, as he yanked me towards him by the hair. “Get my cock out and make sure you suck it properly.”

  I did as he’d bid, working on swallowing the tears clogging my throat and keeping my hands from shaking. His cock was as hard as steel which was always the case when he was violent.

  The scent of urine and cheesy cock made my stomach heave as I pulled his cock out of his underwear. I was never more grateful for the fact that I’d only had a small breakfast as my stomach rebelled at what I was about to do. I closed my eyes and prayed that Devon would believe that the saliva pooling in my mouth was due to his cock and not because I wanted to vomit over him.

  I took him to the back of my throat, just as I’d been taught, remaining still as his hands clamped down over my ears and he started to thrust so hard that I wouldn’t have been surprised to find a permanent imprint on my tonsils.

  Saliva dripped down my chin as I struggled to swallow, to breathe. His body tensed and I sucked harder, knowing he wouldn’t last long. I prayed that he’d pull out and not make me swallow, but the God’s weren’t listening.

  “Awww, fuck yeah, suck me, slave,” he groaned as cum poured down the back of my throat. He pinched my nose, his cock still blocking my airway. I’d never got used to this part. I’d quickly learned that Devon loved asphyxiation play. Whereas I’d learned to hate it, and as a wave of panic clawed at me, I kept my gaze from straying to Devon’s, knowing it was useless to beg.

  Please, please enough, enough.

  My internal pleas were thankfully answered as Devon removed his hand, his cock slipping free of my lips.

  “Such a good little slave.” His voice was full of genuine praise and a tiny part of me preened at having done something right. They were rare moments which left me confused and upset where I chastised myself for feeling anything for the brutal bastard who was holding me against my will.

  You went to that club!

  I never asked for this, never!

  “I think you deserve a reward.” He patted my head, indicating that I could look at him. His lips were pursed as his dark eyes bored into me. “Now what shall I give you as a reward, hmm?”

  I kept silent, knowing better than to offer a suggestion.

  “I think I’ll take you out for something to eat. It’s time I showed off my perfect little slave. Don’t you think?” His eyes gleamed, his feral smile causing my heart to triple-time itself against my ribs.

  Show me off where? Not the club? Please God, not the club.

  I never wanted to see that place again—not ever.

  But maybe you could escape?

  My stomach fluttered wildly at the possibility.

  What about my house keys, my wallet, fuck, my job? I’d no idea about any of it. Devon hadn’t even asked where I lived or what I did. I hadn’t had anything in my wallet with my address on it, and the form I’d completed to enter The Dom’s Haven had only wanted to know my… next of kin.

  Was that to check who had family that might come looking for them?

  Oh, my God! That had to be why they’d picked me. Whatever passed across my face in that moment had Devon’s brows meeting in the middle.

  I did my best to mask both my grief at my parents’ death and how that fact had been used against me. It must have worked because after a few seconds, Devon’s brow smoothed and his hand gently cupped my cheek. “You’re mine,” he murmured as if to himself.

  I nodded, not wanting to garner any more of his displeasure, even as my teeth clamped together with a denial. I’d never be this man’s anything; I didn’t deserve that.

  Yes, you do, you don’t deserve anything better.


  I sagged, Devon’s voice ringing inside my head, even as his mouth remained closed. Don’t let him get inside your head, please!

  I dressed in someone else’s clothes with no idea who they’d belonged to before me. I wasn’t stupid enough to ask. In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, noting the terror shining from the glassy eyes staring back at me. My gaunt face with dark circles under my eyes showed the lack of sleep and food that I was suffering from. The person in the mirror was no longer a man I recognised.

  Who was I?

  Was I the slave that Devon insisted I was?

  Did I want to be that?

  On and on the questions kept coming as I tried to find myself in the man in the mirror. A sob became stuck in my throat, my fingers trembling as I continued to button the shirt I’d been given to wear. The clothes and the trip were a reward, but for what I’d not been able to fathom. Devon’s brainwashing and constant threatening behaviour made sure that I acted in a manner he approved of, or at least I tried to. My infractions, were thankfully getting less and less and we’d somehow settled into a routine.

  Yet, there was still a tiny sliver of hope buried under all the fear, a hope that I might be able to escape and take back my own life.

  What life? No job, no family. You’re worthless to anyone but Devon. He’s the only one that cares for you.

  Devon’s voice was the only thing I could hear these days. A shiver raced down my spine.

  Could I do it? Could I run this time?

  I dug my fingernails into my palms to stop my hands from shaking as doubt crowded my mind. I wasn’t sure if I could, not with the anxiety a constant hum inside me. The other three times I’d been allowed out, I’d been too overwhelmed to do more than clutch at Devon.

  The time we’d bumped into Nathan in a restaurant, it had taken all my willpower not to shout at him to help me. But Devon’s threats ringing in my ears had stopped me from doing anything. After receiving a beating from Devon once we’d got home, I’d waited until he’d gone back out before crying myself to sleep.

  “Are you ready? For fuck’s sake, how long does it take to get dressed?” Devon bellowed so loudly that the glass of the mirror shook.

  The temper in his voice was enough to make my bowels turn to jelly as I ran out of the bathroom. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you know he hates to wait for anything! I continued to berate myself as I reached the bottom step, my chin trembling as I kept my eyes downcast.

  Please don’t hit me.

  As if he’d read my mind, his hand lifted and it took all of my willpower to remain still.

  When he didn’t get a reaction, he chuckled evilly. “Such a good slave,” he cooed at me, his temper seemingly forgotten at my obedience. “I think you’re ready for me to take you to the club and show everyone what a good slave you are.”

  If I’d thought it was his anger that could make me shit myself, then I’d been wrong. His promise had my arse clenching so hard that I thought the plug in it would never manage to find its way back out as it was sucked deeper into my body. I’d got used to feeling fear, but those words took it to a whole new level. My heart seemed to still in my chest, my lungs deciding to play a game of let’s hide all the air. I struggled not to reveal how much he’d affected me with what he’d said.

  Devon had often talked about what went on at the club, talking about sharing me once I was ready. Up to now, I hadn’t believed it would happen. What he did to me in the privacy of his home was bad enough without him wanting to do it in public as well.

  The love I’d once had for submission had long since been driven out of my heart and my soul. I no longer knew what it was to soar, to find a place where I could let go. Now, all I felt was an obligation to keep myself safe and to not let go.

  In all the time I’d been with Devon, I hadn’t come. He’d taken great pleasure in punishing me to the point where I never felt aroused. My cock hadn’t required a cage but Devon hadn’t noticed. He’d just assumed that he’d trained me to hold back. All he’d done was condition me to feel nothing. My cock was now a useless appendage only used to pee. Not that I cared. It was better than the alternative.

  The tug on my hand drew me away from the clawing horror waiting to trip me up. The blinding light left my eyes stinging as Devon pulled me over to his car at the curb. I still had no idea which part of London he lived in. All I knew was that it was a quiet neighbourhood which looked quite posh. The few times I’d left the house, he’d always made sure that I didn’t get a chance to look too closely at anything. Contact with people had been minimal.

  Once he had me in the back seat of the car, I rubbed my chest, willing the air to circulate in my lungs to help my fuzzy head.

  Think, Goddamn it. You need to do something. You can’t go to that club, you can’t.

  A silent sob choked me. I turned my head towards the window, not wanting Devon to see my distress. A part of me knew that this would be my only chance.

  What should I do?

  Run, run and don’t stop.

  How the fuck did I do that with nowhere to go?

  I recalled how Devon had beaten me after we’d bumped into Nathan. “We miss you, Ferron. If you need anything, you know where I am.”

  I’d cursed those words at the time because of the beating they’d led to, but now they were like the answer to a prayer. One I hoped Nathan would keep, because if he didn’t I had nowhere else to go. Devon had made me watch the local news, pointing out that there was no mention of me which proved that no one had missed me.

  You haven’t escaped yet!

  Please be quiet, please, I silently begged the voice in my head as the car pulled into the car park. Devon became more excited as we exited the car. I kept my head down, but could hear the sounds of voices growing louder which appeared to be heading in our direction.

  I sucked in a deep breath and wailed a plea for help at the top of my lungs before Devon could stop me. My feet had barely started to move before a hand wrapped around my arm and I was swung around violently. I didn’t stop screaming. I wasn’t sure I could.

  The fist aimed at my temple bust open my brow, blood flowing down my face. The sticky substance stirred me to life and I started to fight back. All the months of pain and suffering went into every blow I could land.

  My screams echoed off the concrete, the blows Devon delivered going unnoticed in my haze of rage over what I’d endured at his hands.

  “What the hell is going on here? Sophie, ring the police,” a man shouted, his feet thudding over the hard ground. I didn’t stop fighting, even as my energy started to flag.

  It was only when Devon started to drag me back to the car that I found enough energy to yank my arm from his grip. He stumbled for a second. I swung around in a daze, desperately searching for an exit, anywhere I could go.

  A man, presumably the one who’d shouted, caught hold of me as my legs gave way. “Please… please don’t let him take me,” I sobbed, my chest heaving. My hands gripped the man’s jacket as I tried to focus on him. I blinked but the black spots only got worse. “Nooooo.”

  I struggled to open my eyes, my nose wrinkling as I inhaled and detected a strange scent. Was that disinfectant? The fuzzy clouds in my head made it hard to figure out why the smell was reassuring.

  As I shifted position, my whole body screamed in agony and I cried out. Fear choked me, my throat working hard in an effort to swallow. My eyes shot open and pain lanced through the side of my temple as I struggled to sit up, memories flooding my head and blinding me with panic for a few seconds.

  Where was Devon?

  My ears strained to listen, my gaze sweeping around what appeared to be a hospital room. The door was closed meaning the room was silent. I glanced down at the sheets which covered me, pulling them back with discoloured, swollen hands.

  Had I done that fighting Devon?

  I froze, my eyes aching as they widened.

  A twinge of satisfaction was quickly followed by the dread of what Devon would do
to me once he found me. Did he bring me to the hospital? Was he here now? Was he waiting for me to wake up so he could take me back… home?

  It’s not home. It was never home!

  The voice got me so het up that my heart rate danced to its own tune as I struggled to move to the edge of the bed without making a noise.

  You need to leave. Now!

  By the time I’d managed to place my feet on the cold ground, sweat covered my face and I was beside myself at the thought of passing out again as black spots swam in front of my eyes.

  My hands clutched at the bed, my mouth opening and closing as the door opened, a dark head appearing. “Oh, look at you, up and about.”

  My knees buckled.

  The nurse’s gentle voice was in complete contrast to the arm that shot out a second later to take hold of me as I keeled over. The relief at hearing a voice that wasn’t Devon’s was almost too much to bear.

  “Careful, you wouldn’t want me to have to fill out ten different forms just because you fell over on my watch now, would you?” She chuckled good humouredly, her hold keeping me on my feet.

  “Did… did anyone… come… in with me?” I choked out and licked my dry lips, terrified of what her answer would be.

  She gave me a reassuring smile as she carefully helped me back onto the bed. “No, honey. An ambulance brought you in.” I held my breath as her gaze met mine, waiting for the other shoe to fall. “The police asked us to contact them. You know, when you woke up and gave us your name.” There was something in her eyes which gave me the courage to nod.

  “Okay.” It was the best I could manage, given that my whole body felt as if there were a bunch of rave dancers having a party all over me.

  “I bet you could do with some more pain relief right about now, and maybe a little something to eat? You’ve been out for the count for more than twelve hours,” she said, as she fluffed the pillows for me. “Do you think you might like to tell me your name?”