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“Thank you, Mistress.” Connor nodded.
I couldn’t even fathom what I was witnessing. Connor--the cruelty--the malice. He was like a puppy in front of Winter, a woman smaller than me. He was docile and totally submissive. He called her Mistress. What kind of twisted shit was my sister’s husband into? He was so vulgar and brutal with me, yet he had no backbone when he was in her presence? She commanded him like a mother would a child.
“This little Cabot whore...” Winter turned back towards me. “Devlin has offered one hundred million dollars to get her back.”
“What?” I blinked in surprise.
Devlin wasn’t even trying to sell me for that much. What is going on here?
“Mistress, but…” Connor seemed to get some rigidness in his tone for the first time since his arrival. “You promised she would be mine if I helped you…”
“Things have changed!” She snapped her head towards him and all of the rigidness melted.
“Yes, Mistress…” He looked absolutely defeated.
“Devlin will have to sell part of his company to come up with that kind of money, which means he’s going to lose everything he’s worked for.” A sick looking smile formed on Winter’s lips. “All for a piece of Cabot pussy--so fucking pathetic.”
“Whatever you wish, Mistress.” The defeat seemed to fully settle on Connor’s brow and his lips trembled. “I live to serve you.”
“Don’t I always take care of you, boy?” Winter’s tone softened. “Who has been there for you since the beginning?”
“You--you have, Mistress.” Connor’s tremble spread to his arms and even to his legs.
“And you would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” Her tone got so soft she was practically purring.
“Yes, Mistress…” He continued to tremble but he nodded.
“I gave you one Cabot whore, didn’t I?” She tilted her head slightly.
“You did, Mistress.” He nodded again.
My sister? Winter… No, my father only let them date because Connor’s father was one of his biggest investors…
“But she wasn’t good enough, was she?” Winter put her hand on Connor’s face and lightly stroked his lips until he kissed it. “You wanted the pure, untouched little Violet, didn’t you?”
“I did, Mistress.” Connor sucked air into his lungs.
“She’s already been taken, boy. Devlin fucked her before you had a chance--because you were too weak to take what you wanted when she was still pure.” Winter pulled her hand away.
“I can’t, Mistress--I couldn’t.” Connor swallowed hard and I saw the edge of his eyes get wet.
He’s about to start crying? Jesus Christ. What in actual hell is going on here?
“No, because you can only take what you’ve been given--what belongs to you.” Winter walked back to me. “And you’ve never given yourself to him, have you whore?”
I didn’t respond. I stared in the eyes of the woman who was obviously responsible for so much in my life. Was I staring into the eyes of the woman who put my father in prison? Was it Winter all along? I had no idea why, but things were getting clearer--and leaving me with more questions I was afraid to ask than answers.
“Answer her!” Connor’s back stiffened and he walked towards me with anger in his eyes--like he was offended that I held my tongue.
“Now, now.” Winter put her hand on Connor’s chest and he halted. “She can choose to answer or not. If she doesn’t start talking we’ll have to whip her again--and that will cost me even more money.”
It would be senseless to stand my ground here--the more she talks, the more I might learn about everything that has happened to me.
“No, Ms. Sloane…” I tried to keep my voice steady and calm. “I haven’t given myself to him.”
“But he wants you--you see that, don’t you?” Winter reached down and grabbed Connor’s belt. “Close your eyes, boy.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Connor nodded and obeyed.
“He’s such a good boy.” Winter smiled and started unfastening his belt. “Just watch how hard he gets when he imagines that you belong to him. Think about it, boy. Show her how much you want to own those soft, delicate curves.”
“Y-yes Mistress.” Connor shuddered as Winter unfastened his pants. “I do want her--really bad.”
“It doesn’t even matter if Devlin has touched her, does it?” Winter pulled Connor’s cock out and started stroking it.
“No, Mistress…” He shook his head and moaned.
“Do you see, Violet?” Winter winked at me. “See how nice and hard he would be for you. If you give yourself to him, he will make every moment of your life such sweet suffering.”
“Oh god…” Connor tensed up and immediately started to ejaculate on Winter’s hand.
“He’s a little useless to me, as you can probably tell.” She pulled her hand away and held it up. Connor opened his eyes and began to lick his cum off. “I need a man that can last more than a few seconds when I give them what they want.”
