Damon

As she laid in my arms slowly drifting into sleep, I dozed off to the moment I first laid eyes on her on that stage at Marc's auction house. I went to meet that dung beetle Marc so that I can collect my debt from him. He always thinks he is so smart, he dogged my men so many times with his tact, hence I have to go myself to get him in the line.

Crossing the hallway to reach his office I move past the auction hall, I stopped by the ajar door when I saw the most beautiful girl ever. I entered the hall and immediately greeted by Marc, well that saved a trip to his office who has started blurting out excuse on repayment. I shushed him with my hand the only thing I could see right now were those big eyes staring back at me. She was so beautiful, its not like I haven't seen pretty girls, in contrast I am majorly surrounded by them but there was something else in her beauty. Standing in that spotlight she looked like a crystal doll. My Doll, a voice in my head whispered. Her skin was so creamy and her eyes...her big brown eyes. They were like pools of dark chocolate. They were so big. They were mysterious. They hid a story. They were intensely expressive yet so empty, there was so much pain in them yet I could see a glimer of hope. They were like mirror of her soul. They seems so....broken.

I couldn't take my eyes off her and I know neither can she because she was staring right back at me. Its like we were trapped in some sort of a trance. She looked so vulnerable standing on that pedestal in her sorry excuse of clothes. She ignite something in me, a sense of possessiveness, that I never felt before. I wanted to burn alive every man in this room looking and bidding at her like a piece of meat. I wanted to protect her, but I also wanted to hurt her. I wanted her with me, I want her to tremble beneath me, I want her screaming my name as I fuck her, I want her laughter for me, I also want her tears for me, I wanted her to be mine. Just imagining me ravishing those lips made my cock hardened under my jeans and I said to Marc without tearing my eyes off her "I want her". "Yes Don" Marc replied almost promptly and the light went off. I guess they were taking her down. I heard the distress in crowd and it irritated me so I stepped out of that hall with Marc following me "I release you from your debt you owe me, have her at my home tonight, dress her in something classy" I ordered Marc, leaving that place. I heard him saying "You got it boss, Thank you Don" while I sat in my SUV.

Whole my ride to home I couldn't think of anyone else. The image of her lying tied to my bed and trembling underneath me moaning my name were flashing in front of my eyes. I want her so much. Why? Why was I so drawn to her, the thought of her with any of those bastards biding on her made me beyond angry. My knuckles were turning white because of my tight hold on the steering. I realize that this is turning into an obsession for her. This can't be good.

I reached home. Poured myself a bourbon to get some hold and drove her thought away a bit. I crouched down building the fire in my living room, when I heard the most irritating voice "I heard someone got mugged himself while collecting the money" followed by his chuckle. I let out an irritating sigh as I turned towards my brother "How the fuck does the news reach you before I even came back?" "Are you serious? Are you meeting me for the first time? Whose strippers do you think perform the opening act of Marc's auction?" He said with a scoff. "Shut up Ric" I said as I looked down concentrating on the fire and my drink, to avoid him at any cost, and he laughed. He literally laughed at me "The Satan fell in love, who could have seen that coming?" That's it he crossed a line I got up and held his collar "I am not in love" I said with gritted teeth and he raised his hands in surrender "Woah Woah, calm down, no need to go all gangster on me" and I backed off creasing his dress shirt. As soon as I turned he started singing and shouting like a crazy child "Don is in loooveeee " . "Ricardo Caprio, I am going to kill you" I said as I lunged forward and he escaped my hold, and we were running across the living room when we stumbled and fell we both lay on our backs and started laughing. We got up and gave each other a bro hug.

Ric was my life. He is my little brother, my kiddo, my backbone and the only person I can blindly trust and the only person in the fucking world who have the courage to make fun of me. As irritating as he is I love him. We were laughing and his phone buzzed and he said "hmmmm.....she is a beauty and a brunette too, well I can see why you are going all head over heels. Man her big eyes reminds me of Mila Kunis" and I turned towards him "What?" I snatched his phone and I saw the email it has her photograph and all her information. I really hate his so called friendship with Marc. He took the phone from me looking at my irritated expression. "You are crazy and who the fuck is Mila Kunis?" I asked as I rolled my eyes and sat on the couch. He looked at me wide eyes like I asked who is Obama "God you are so full of yourself." He commented "Caprice, per favore, portate le nostre bevande qui in soggiorno" he called for his girlfriend Caprice to bring their drinks here. [Caprice, could you please bring our drinks here in the living room?] as he sat beside me.

Caprice came with their drinks and asked me "Don, would you like a drink?" and I raised my glass of bourbon towards her "Cheers to you" and she smiled and kneeled at the floor beside Ric. They have this strange relationship, he called them D/S couple. They have laid down the full contract and shit, I find it pointless. I myself am a very dominating and controlling man but I can not imagine myself bound by some legal clauses. I want the ultimate control of her body, mind, soul even her heart, without any boundaries laid down on a piece of paper. But I respect their choice, they are happy Ric gets to have her controlling, dominating side in check and Caprice get to be with him. That's all she wants, she says. She is a sweet girl and I like her, being around her makes Ric happy. That's what matters to me.

"So lets see what do we know of your Cinderella" Ric said scrolling through his email. "What Cinderella, Master" Caprice said. "You wont believe my love but someone is loosing his shit over a girl", I rolled my eyes again in irritation, I am not going to listen the end of this. Caprice was shocked and laughed with Ric. "Is it?" She said. "Yes and Marc is bringing her any moment" replied Ric. "Well I am excited to meet her, for the first time there will be a girl who will come for Don and stay for breakfast" She said in her cheerful manner to tease me. "Shut up you two" I said as I sipped on my bourbon.

"Let's see what has got you all tripped over" Ric said while reading out the details aloud "Sophia Richmond...hmm, looks like you got yourself a real life Cinderella, her name do not suggest she is some trash whore. Brunette, 18year old, not graduated, hmmm, that's sounds like a trash whore you could find at Marc's auction, blood type A+, no family strings attached, well, that's a plus I guess, you don't have to worry about her running away, I mean who will she run to. Not a Virgin, hmmmm well maybe she has someone to run to" Ric winked at me as he read it aloud and it just made me hold the glass even tighter in anger, the thought of anyone else touching her made me want to burn the whole world. "Relax, I am sure its something from the past" Caprice said as she sense me getting angry. I gave her small smile and Ric continued "Well here it says she lost her virginity at 16, slut alert I must say" he says earning a punch from me, he almost fell from the couch, "H0ey hey hey keep your horses calm, it also says she is close enough to be a virgin and her sex life is not that active in the recent past". "Why do you even have these details with you?" I asked in a harsh irritating tone. "What, they prepare a file on everyone before they are handed over to their new owners. God you literally don't know anything about how these things work" He let out a sigh. He is right, I don't like the idea of girls sold as pets, but who am I to keep the moral grounds, I have killed probably more people than Marc sold. "Aww don't look so low, here are some of her personality traits written too" he continued teasing me more, "She is quite, innocent, decent, fearful, cautious, lovable, hot, alluring, sexy and most important for you obedient. So brother, I guess you got yourself a good girl."

As he playfully fist bump me on my shoulder, the door bell rang "and I guess she is here" he said. In few moments Alysia brought them. She was accompanied by Marc and one other guy came with them.

She was looking heavenly stunning in her black dress and red pumps, her hair were loosely falling at her shoulders reaching till the end of her waist. Her hair, they were so beautiful. When I saw her last her hair were tied up but right now it seems like the ravens are released and are flying with their wings spread. They were long and dark. I wanted to roll them in my fist right here. Her lips were looking so kissable and I want to ravish her. And her big eyes. The big pool of chocolates. They became even bigger in surprise as they fell on me, I guess she doesn't know me but recognized me from the auction house.

Marc greeted me and Ric. "Here is your gift Don, she is all yours" he said. "Yes she is", I thought to myself, "she is all mine". I couldn't control my rage when I saw Marc's man tugged at her arm and I shot him in spur of my anger. She came out of her trance and visibly flinched at the gunshot. Ric's hand flew to his forehead showing his disapproval on my reckless action while Marc asked me "Why you killed him Don, he was one of my good men". "Your 'good man' has touched what's mine". I said standing up holding my gun. I saw her eyes widened in fear as she looked at me, and God, may be I am the Satan everyone say because fuck, I loved that fear in her eyes, I heard Marc's voice again "But he was trying to bring her closer to you, you could have given a warning at least". That just spiked my anger even more, I cannot take disrespect, no one tells me what to do, no one talk back to me, I am the fucking Don, I rule them and my anger got the best of me I raised my gun and shot Marc in the below the knee "That was your warning, no one speaks to me like that" I said as I put my foot on his wound making him realize his mistake until he cried out a "Yes Don!".

"Marc!!!" I heard her voice, she screamed for Marc, my anger reached its heights, how can she say another man's name, she is mine how can se be concerned about the degraded pimp who sold her, I turned to her and she was scared, she should be, she made a mistake, she shouldn't have said anyone else's name I took a step towards her and backhanded her on her left cheek, she fell on the ground and I crouched in front of her, I took the hold of her hair in my fist making her look me in the eye "Don't ever do that again" I warned her.

Her trembling lips were only making me hard I wanted to see her tears, I want my cock between her plum lips I trailed my gun along with her forehead to her chin she was trembling like a leaf and I was loosing my sanity. I put the hot barrel against her lips and said "Open". She obeyed my command and opened her mouth, "Wider" I said as I pushed the gun inside. "Wider" I said again, loosing my grip a bit so her head can be tilted backwards. I wanted to make the gun reached her throat. She opened her mouth even wider. "Roll your tongue on the length of the gun and stick it out" she was trying to obey but wasn't able to. I tilted my gun a bit to make it easy for her and said "Do it now". A whimper escaped her as he finally succeeded but she closed her eyes. I don't want her eyes closed. "Look at me" I commanded and her eyes flew open. The way her tongue was wrapping over the metal of my gun made my cock twitch and I wanted to replace my gun with it. I wanted to take her then and there. Her teary eyes looked into mine and I ordered "Cry". Her eyes go wide at my demand. But I can see her tears at the verge of falling from her eyes. She didn’t cry that instant. I hate disobedience. When I tell her to cry she is supposed to cry. Why are her tears still in her eyes. Why is she not obeying me? She is making me loose my patience. Don't loose it on her yet. She is too novice to handle it right now. I repeated "Cry. Now." And she obeyed, tears left her eyes strolling down her cheeks. Her submission was making it so difficult for me to not take her right now. Control, I murmured to myself and withdraw my gun I pushed her nearer to me even the air between us was killing me I whispered in her ears "beautiful". She was so beautiful.

She need to leave right now or I will loose it. I lifted her up with my hand wrapped around her waist and another still holding her hair. I took a step back and she stumbled getting my footing in those high heels, which surely must be killing her. "Alysia!" I called for her and she came instantly "Take her to my room, I will be there in a moment" I told her. "Sì Don" she said and then asked her to go with her " Come, Signorina".

I get a hold of myself once she leaves. "Caprice, leave us" I heard my brother. "Yes Master" she said and left the room. "Are you crazy?" Ric said as he reached Marc to pick him up. I trailed my hands along my hair. "Rafe, take Marc to infirmary and take care of this body" I called out for one of my men, Rafe took care of my order."What's wrong with you, she is just a whore, you can have as many as you want, you don't go killing people recklessly for a piece of ass" he said with gritted teeth, trying to control my temper as always "though I must say quiet a piece of ass she is, prettier than her photographs" He said with a whistle. "Watch it" I replied in a warning. "See, this is what I am saying, what's all about is this possessiveness, you have seen her moments ago, what's with this obsession." I trailed my fingers in my hair out of frustration because this is bugging me too, what's with this obsession. "I don't fucking know" I shouted in anger and I left for my room irritated

I came back to present when I saw her shivering and mumbling something. She was breathing fast, I guess she is having a nightmare probably about me only. "shhhh....relax amore, relax you are safe". I rubbed my arms around her, cooed her and comforted her and her breathing evens out and she drifted to sleep again.

Maybe Ric is right, "What's happening, how can she is becoming so important in such a small amount of time. She felt so fucking good in my arms. I was more a 'wham, bam, fuck off, ma'am' kind of guy. Not one to spoon a chick after I fucked her, not one to snuggle up with. Not ever. Caprice was right not one girl I fucked has ever stayed till breakfast I'd always made them leave or left myself from their place after sex, I never believed in "aftercare" shit even after a rough fuck. Why did she feel so good, so right?