Beg Me: Sold By My Brother Page 7

  Chapter 14

  Present Day

  Aiden’s eyes went from the television screen to the sexy, but scary looking woman standing a few feet in front of him. Once again he struggled with the cuffs that bound his hands behind his back but to no avail. His eyes were dark pools of emerald as he eyed Reagan and growled, “Stop this bullshit. You know that you would have nothing if it wasn’t for me.”

  She put a hand on her hip and asked, “Nothing? Really? Don’t you mean I would have had half of everything that my step-father worked for his entire life if it wasn’t for you? You’re a greedy son of a bitch, but you know what Aiden? I could have lived with that. What I can’t live with is the fact that you’re also a sick, twisted bastard. And to make it worse, I was your staunchest defender for so long.”

  He started to open his mouth and Lucas yelled, “Shut up and pay attention!”

  With an almost defeated look, he closed his mouth and looked back at the television screen. Lucas pushed a button on the remote and an image of the study where their father used to take his business calls came into view. At first, it was quiet and still and all that could be seen was the antique oak desk that Aiden’s father had imported from Italy decades ago and the shelf of books behind it. Then the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard, and a lock engaging.

  Suddenly Aiden could be seen making his way to the chair behind the desk. He took a seat in the big leather chair and with a look on his face that made Reagan want to retch he picked up a remote and pressed a button. What he was watching couldn’t be seen, but every word of it could be heard. She could hear herself screaming out Aiden’s name, pleading with him to help her. She could hear Lucas’ smooth voice telling her that her brother had agreed to this…helped set it up even. She could feel her breaths becoming ragged as she watched the look on Aiden’s face on the screen. She had seen the video before but that didn’t make it any less repulsive to watch now.

  “Turn this off!” Aiden screamed as if he was in a position to demand anything.

  “Shut up!” Lucas bellowed. He reached out to Reagan who immediately melded into him and he held her with her face pressed into his chest while Aiden watched his own demise take place up on the screen. She wondered if he was ashamed at all. She doubted it. He was only upset because he had gotten caught.

  The next time he tried to look away Reagan gave a little nod to the dominatrix that she had chosen herself, hand-picking her out of almost a hundred candidates. Lasinda shed the trench coat where she stood. Underneath it, she was wearing a black, fishnet bodysuit, black crotchless corset, and black gloves…and those sexy, strappy shoes with the six-inch spiked heels. Her body was voluptuous and her skin flawless. She walked with cat-like grace over to Aiden and taking his head in between her hands she forced him to look at the screen.

  “What the fuck? Who is this bitch?” His eyes were wide like a caged animal.

  Reagan saw one of Lasinda’s long, pointed, red fingernails dig into the side of her brothers face. Blood as red as her nails slowly oozed from the spot as Aiden cried out. “You crazy bitch! What the fuck are you doing?”

  “My name is Mistress Lasinda and you will address me as such, or not at all.”

  “Fuck you!”

  She let another fingernail pierce his skin and Aiden screamed. Lucas paused the film in front of them while Aiden swore and yelled and twisted, trying to get away. When he was finally exhausted into at least a temporary submission, Lucas hit the play button again and the screen was filled with the disgusting image of her brother unzipping his pants and taking out his throbbing hard cock. He had a sick smile on his face as he watched what he thought was his little sister’s rape and he slowly manipulated his cock with his hand, getting more excited each time he had heard Reagan cry out for him to help her.

  Lucas held her tighter and he was the only thing at that moment keeping her from picking up a letter opener off the desk and shoving it through one of Aiden’s eyes and into his brain.

  They forced him to watch the entire video and once Lucas switched it off, Mistress Lasinda let go of Aiden’s face and he slowly turned to face his sister. He had tears streaming down his face mixing with the blood from the wounds the Mistress had inflicted. Reagan wasn’t fooled into thinking they were tears of regret. What they were, were tears for himself and what he was about to lose because he was a filthy douche bag.

  “Mistress Lasinda is going to have some fun with you now,” Reagan furrowed her brows as she spat the words out at him. “It will go much easier for you if you don’t resist.”

  “Reagan don’t do this. This is crazy. You know I love you. I’m your brother…Please...”

  Reagan couldn’t hold back any longer. She walked over to Aiden and pulled her arm back, letting it go and slapping him so hard across the face that it made his head snap back. “Don’t you ever call yourself my brother again. After today you will be nothing but a fucking memory to me, one I will live every day trying to shake.” She looked at Lasinda and said, “Make him beg.” A second later she stormed out of the room but waited at the door for Lucas. She heard him walk over to Aiden and say, “You signed for the sale of the company with all proceeds going to your sister, including the million-dollar bonus. So, once we finish our little game here, she and I will leave so you can begin to figure out what you’re going to do for money after today.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “The contract…the one that gave me twenty-four hours to do what I liked to Reagan. You said you read it.” In a feigned, shocked voice Lucas said, “Don’t tell me that an astute businessman such as yourself signed something he didn’t read.”

  “You fucker! It won’t hold up in court. You won’t get away with this.”

  “Oh, I think we will. But hey, take us to court. It’ll be fun telling the judge how Reagan and I have been together for an entire year without your knowledge and how you thought you were selling your sister to a man that wanted to ravage and rape her and then walk away. Oh and showing him the tape of that sick smile on your face as you beat off watching the whole thing really sounds like fun too. So I guess we’ll see you in court.”

  As Lucas walked toward Reagan, Aiden began to scream wildly. He sounded like a maniac, that was until Mistress Lasinda stuffed a ball gag in his mouth and cut off the sound. All they could hear as the door closed behind them were sobs and gasps. As soon as the door was shut Lucas slid his arm around Reagan and asked, “So, you’re sure you don’t want to watch?”

  She shook her head and he looked relieved. “No. I thought I wanted to,” she said. “I thought I wanted to be almost as sick as my brother so that I could get back at him for the things he did to me. But the truth is as much as I know he deserves everything she’s about to dish out, I’m not sick enough that watching it would help with my revenge.”

  Lucas kissed her forehead and said, “You’re not sick at all. He’s the sick one. Let’s get out of here.”

  **

  Aiden was still trying to process what had just happened when Lucas’ bodyguard Frankie walked into the room. The woman in black whispered something to him and with a sadistic grin Frankie walked over and unhooked the cuffs that held Aiden to the chair. For just a second Aiden breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to be set free.

  “Take him to the wine cellar.”

  Aiden was suddenly grabbed roughly by the arm and led out of the room. When he realized what was happening he tried to fight, but Frankie was too strong. He held onto him firmly and dragged him forcibly to the kitchen where the stairway to the wine cellar already stood open. He then practically pushed him down the stairs in the dark. Once they reached the bottom, the light came on and flooded the room. Aiden had known this cabin his entire life, but he didn’t recognize the room he saw before him.

  “Feel free to scream,” the woman said in a husky whisper, “No one can hear you.”

  “This is fucking crazy…”

>   Frankie smacked him against the side of his head and growled, “Keep your mouth shut and listen.”

  The room went silent other than the tapping of the woman’s heels against the cold, polished wood floor. The walls were paneled in dark wood and the racks of wine had been removed. The room was now filled with bizarre devices and what looked like torture furniture and all along one wall were neatly hung canes, whips, floggers, and crops. Aiden fancied himself somewhat a connoisseur of porn, so he recognized it all for what it was…but had he been into the BDSM scene, it would have been with him as the Dom.

  He wasn’t about to take this lying down.

  Frankie practically carried him over to a large sofa against the far wall and tossed him down on it. He jumped back up and tried to run. Frankie caught him at the bottom of the stairs and forced him to turn around toward the couch. The woman was now sitting on it with her legs crossed. Frankie had Aiden’s arms twisted up behind his back and he could feel sweat rolling down the side of his face.

  This was fucked up.

  Seriously fucked up.

  He couldn’t believe Reagan had any part in this. Did he ever know her at all? He guessed that was ironic, considering she had only recently figured him out. But that didn’t make this any less fucked. He suddenly realized that there was no way Frankie was letting him out of here and he was at the mercy of this woman that looked almost ecstatic at the prospect of causing him pain. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to concentrate on what he was going to do to Reagan when he got out of there and got his hands on her.

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  Frankie held firmly onto Aiden and the woman on the couch began to speak, “Inside this room, you will call me nothing other than ‘mistress’. You will not dare open your mouth unless you are asked to speak. You will obey instantly without a second thought. Do you understand?"

  "I can pay you double whatever they’re paying you…”

  Frankie twisted his arm harder and he squealed in pain as the woman said, “You’re making this much harder on yourself than it has to be. I will give you one more chance. Did you understand your instructions, yes or no?”

  “Yes.”

  She sighed, got up and went over to the wall and selected what looked like a whip that jockey’s used on their horses. Aiden’s body tensed slightly as she walked up to him but even considering she might use the whip on him was nothing compared to the shock of the pain he felt as it made contact with his stomach. It was like a hot knife slashing into his skin. He screamed and began to sob. She stood in front of him, waiting. When he continued to cry, beg and grovel, she raised the whip again.

  “I’m sorry!” He screamed.

  “For what?”

  “For not obeying,” he said, breathlessly. “I’m sorry Mistress. Please don’t hit me with that again.”

  She looked like she was considering it and then she whispered, “Since you’re just learning I’ll let it slide just this once.”

  “Thank you…” she raised a perfect eyebrow and he added, “Mistress.”

  “Good, now take off your clothes and fold them neatly. Don’t try to run because Frankie will catch you and I will make you sorry. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Mistress," he replied.

  Frankie let go of him and as he fought through the pain and still tried to think of a way to escape, he removed his clothes a piece at a time and folded them.

  When he finished she ordered, “Over in the corner there by the whips are some wrist and ankle cuffs. Put them on and bring the collar to me.”

  “Fuck.”

  The word was out of his mouth before he even realized it. She was behind him about two feet and the hot lash of the whip was so quick that he had never even felt it coming. He screamed as he moved toward the corner. Shaking, crying and breathing heavily he dug for the cuffs. As he put them on he had a visual of Lucas strapping Reagan to the bed and of himself holding his throbbing cock in his hand as he watched. Even now as he was trying to draw up some sympathy for someone else that wasn’t there, his cock jumped at the vision of her being humiliated. He was glad at least that the dominatrix couldn’t read his mind.

  He started back toward her with the collar and she slapped the whip on the floor and snarled, “Crawl bitch.”

  With shaky limbs, Aiden dropped down to the cold floor and crawled over to where she stood. When he got there he sat back on his haunches and held the smooth leather collar studded with steel spikes, out to her.

  She reached down and pet him with her hand like he was a dog and then she took the collar and strapped it around his neck…almost too tightly. She held out her hand and Frankie laid a long, leather leash in it. She attached that to the collar. Then she started walking toward another door that Aiden knew was a small bathroom. She pulled on his leash which tugged his collar and he was forced to either crawl after her or choke. He crawled like a dog and when she opened the door and turned on the lights he could see himself in the full-length mirror. He had never been so humiliated in his life…or so he thought. He heard a sound to his right and looked over to see Frankie, filming the whole thing.

  “What the fuck are you going to do with that video?”

  Instead of answering him Frankie looked at the mistress. “You do have a filthy mouth, my pet,” she smirked. “We’ll have to do something about that. But we’ll save that for later. Remember what I said, do not speak without permission. Got it?”

  “Yes Mistress,” his voice sounded defeated. He wished that Reagan had stayed. He thought he could apologize to her and she would stop this. But if she wasn’t even here…who knew how far this crazy bitch planned on taking it?

  “Do you like the way you look on a leash and on your knees like the dog that you are?” she asked cocking an eyebrow.

  “Yes Mistress,” he lied.

  “Good, because if you’re going to act like an animal then you should be treated like one. You sold your own sister to the highest bidder. That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard a lot. You have to be punished for that. You understand this is for your own good, right my pet?”

  In a shaky voice, he said, “Yes Mistress.”

  “Good.”

  She took his leash and led him over to what looked like a wooden cross. “Face it and put your arms out.” Aiden did as he was told and she roughly brought up one of his arms and clasped his wrist to a metal cuff attached to the cross. He resisted slightly as she attempted to clasp the other.

  That was a mistake.

  She beckoned Frankie over and while he nearly pulled Aiden’s arm out of its socket fastening the second cuff, she gave him another lash on the back with the whip. He was trying not to cry out but it hurt so fucking bad. He was shaking and crying and it was so hard not to beg. He felt like a ten-year-old girl. He was terrified. That was when the look of terror Reagan had on her face when she first opened her eyes to Lucas molesting her crossed his mind. He still didn’t feel sorrow, but he did feel nausea now.

  He could hear the click of her heels as she paced back and forth behind him while Frankie secured his ankles to the floor. Once Frankie moved away he heard her walk around in front of him. She looked down at his crotch to his still soft cock and smirked. “Open your mouth,” she spat.

  As soon as he did she shoved a gag into it like the one she had used on him upstairs. He choked and gagged as she secured it behind his head. The ball kept his mouth from closing and he could feel drool running down his face. He looked up and saw that Frankie was looking amused as he filmed it all.

  The mistress then put a blindfold over his eyes and cut his senses further. All he really had then was his hearing and touch. All he wanted to touch was the steering wheel of his Beamer as he got the hell out of there…but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He hung there listening to her pull something off the wall and braced himself for the first blow.

  He heard the click of her heels as she walked toward him and sudden
ly he felt it. It was a splitting kind of pain that traveled from where she’d landed the blow on the cheeks of his ass all the way up to the top of his back. He screamed around the gag. If he could talk he would probably be in all sorts of trouble because, in his head, he was calling her every filthy name in the book. It was at least twenty lashes later when she asked, “Do you understand that you brought this all on yourself?”

  He felt on the brink of unconsciousness but he was afraid that if he blacked out she might kill him. He nodded and she said, “Good. By the time we finish here you will understand that greed, arrogance, and perversion are not good qualities, especially in the confines of a family. When I finish with you, you will be ready to apologize to your sister and sincerely tell her what a piece of garbage you are. Do you understand?”

  As she talked he could hear something slapping against her palm. It sounded heavier or thicker than the whip. He nodded again, hoping she wouldn’t use whatever it was on him. She got close enough to him then that he could smell her and she reached up and removed his blindfold. What he saw in her hand sent a wave of terror through him, unlike anything he had ever felt before. It looked like a belt, but attached to it in the center was the biggest god damn dildo he had ever seen. It was at least nine or ten inches long and two inches in girth. He was glad for the gag because he would have asked her a question that got him in trouble without it. She took the gag out slowly, letting him see the marks his teeth had left on it as she pulled it away. Then she knelt and unhooked his ankles and said, “Get on your knees and lick my shoes while you thank me for your discipline.”