Read Save Riley Online

Authors: Yolanda Olson

Tags: #jax, ##SaveRiley, #Save Riley, #jaxton, #yolanda olson, #dark romance, #Erotica, #riley

Save Riley (15 page)

“But I mean what kind of girl does she like?” she asked, as her phone buzzed again.

“I never asked to be honest.”

She nodded as she looked at her phone again and laughed. Her fingers moved quickly over the screen before she turned her attention back to me with a big smile.

“Riley said to tell you hello.”

What? Is this one just as crazy as the other?

“How’s that?” I asked.

“Riley said to tell you hello,” she repeated. “Look.” I peered over her shoulder as she pulled up her messages. Between her and Riley. Text messages and picture messages.

My heart started to beat erratically. Riley had a phone and I never knew it. She probably had it this whole time. I had to get home and I had to get there
now.

Twenty Three

“D
o you have to drive so fast?” Purple asked in a panic as I swerved around a car.

“You’re eager to get home to Riley, yeah?” I snapped at her as I went past another car. She nodded, I saw out of the corner of my eye. “So am I.”

I
was
driving rather erratically but I needed to get my hands on that damn phone and see what she had been doing with it. Even if she erased everything, I had a program I could use to bring it all back.

This is why you never develop feelings for them you fucking idiot. Because then stupid shit like this happens and you never know it until it’s too late.

I pulled into the driveway five minutes later and jumped out of the car. I didn’t bother dragging Purple with me because I knew she was already wanting to see Riley so she would follow me. I reached the door first and punched the codes in quickly. I went straight into the living room where I had left her and sure enough she was still lying on the couch with the telly on and the phone in her hand.

I snatched it from her seconds before Purple entered the room. Riley sat up and looked at me with a satisfied smirk on her face then got up to greet her. The rage that smile sent through me was so overwhelming that I left the room without a word and went straight to my den. I slammed the door behind me and went straight to the computer, which I fired on immediately and turned on the cameras so I could watch them as I went through the phone.

It seemed that today was the first time she had used it. And it also appeared that she only used it with Purple, whose real name was apparently Tempest. I rolled my eyes at the messages they had sent to each other throughout the day; all of it was messages of how they couldn’t wait to see each other tonight. Shaking my head, I reached into the top drawer and pulled out the USB chord. I glanced at the screen as I started to fit it to the bottom of the phone and damn near dropped it.

Riley and Tempest were wrapped up in each other and kissing rather passionately. I leaned back in my chair and stared at them for a moment. Riley seemed like she was actually enjoying herself in the moment.
As long as she goes the distance when she needs too then I really don’t fucking care,
I thought lowering the camera screen and opening the program I needed. Once I hooked the phone up to the computer and let the program begin its search, I pulled the camera screen back up and sighed. The living room was empty; like the Alone Room had been when she snuck Perry out of it.

“Tsk, tsk, Riley. You’re a very naughty girl,” I whispered to myself as I began to scan the other rooms of the house for them.

I decided to let the program run as I left the den. There were really only two rooms they could be in and one of them would only record if the cameras were set from the inside of it. So up the stairs I went and down the hall until I reached the door of my bedroom.

As I pushed it open slightly I was rather amused to find Riley and Tempest sitting on the bed, devouring each other’s faces pretty much, and letting their hands wander all over each other.

I cleared my throat.

Riley jumped and pulled away from Tempest. She turned around to look at me with a sheepish smile on her face.

“I’m doing this wrong, aren’t I?” she asked.

“Beyond,” I replied crossing my arms over my chest.

“What am I supposed to do then?”

“Come here little Riley. We’re going to have to put her away for a day or two until I can get you to understand what you need to do,” I said to her.
And punish you accordingly for having that phone.

“Wait. What the hell is going on?” Tempest asked curiously. “If you’re expecting a threesome, you can fucking forget it. I already told you I don’t like men.”

“Is that okay with you?” I asked Riley softly once she was standing in front of me. She nodded in response and I ran a hand down the side of her face, giving her a small smile.

“Good. Wait here, this will only take a few minutes,” I said to her.

I walked past Riley and reached for Tempest who immediately tried to kick me away. I laughed for a moment before the anger took over me. I climbed onto the bed and managed to grab her by the back of her hair just as she crawled off of the bed and yanked her back toward me. She reached back and managed to scratch the side of my face which angered me so much that I turned her to face me and punched her. That one move led to unconsciousness and I dragged her by her hair all the way down to the Alone Room.

“Bitch,” I muttered after I stripped her naked and locked her in. I put my hand to my right cheek and winced at the small stinging pain. I’d have to cut her nails once I took her out of the room. For now, I had to clean up the scratches and get back to Riley. A lesson in pain would fix the phone mistake and then we could get on to how she was supposed to initiate Tempest.

Twenty Four

I
was lying on my bed breathing heavily. That had to be the most amazing sex I had ever experienced in my life. My eyes were closed and I crossed my arms behind my head with a satisfied smile. Above me Riley tried to speak but since I had tied a silk scarf around her mouth, I couldn’t hear what she had to say, nor did I care at that moment.

Much like Anberlin, I had suspended her from the ceiling in chains, her wrists and ankles tied together after I was done with her. Before then, I just had her hanging by her arms. She cried the whole time of course, because I wasn’t nice, I wasn’t gentle, and I was loving fucking her. I didn’t care that she screamed in pain when I pulled her hair and slid my cock into her ass and I didn’t care when she began to cry because of how relentless I was in fucking her specifically in such a tender area.

I didn’t care when she cried out even louder when I left bite marks on her breasts and arms. I didn’t care when she almost lost consciousness due to the amount of pain I had inflicted on her and I sure as hell didn’t care when I pulled out of her and saw her blood on me.

I felt like myself again and as I brought her ankles up to meet her wrists, all I could think was that she would never defy me again. I went into my bathroom and cleaned myself and because I didn’t want her to drip on me while I lie underneath her, I came out and cleaned her up as well.

And now I was not only satisfied but I felt completely in control of Riley again.

Riley mumbled something again a little more urgently and I opened my eyes to look at her. She kept cutting her eyes up and because I’d rather see what was happening rather than hear her speak at the moment I sat up and looked her over.
Fuck.
Her left shoulder, the one she had dislocated almost a year ago was turning black and blue. I stood on the bed and undid the chains and let her fall down. She let out a cry of pain as I undid her ankles and her wrists. I threw the chains aside and turned her onto her back so I could better inspect her shoulder. It looked bruised but nothing more. I let her lay on the bed as I went into my closet to retrieve some rope to bind her hands in front of her and her ankles again as well.

I pressed myself against her as she gently wept next to me. I loved the feeling of Riley so close to me, her skin against mine alone would intoxicate me. I ... I wanted to fuck her again but I didn’t know if she would ever let me do it again.

“We have six hours before the sun comes up,” I whispered to her. “I’ll be gentle this time. I promise.”

Riley’s body trembled slightly and I knew she was wondering what to do. I told her that it wouldn’t always be like this, which was the truth. If I could just get her to do to Tempest what needed to be done, she would know, no, she would
feel
what it was like to be a monster.

“Riley?” I prompted.

“No,” she whispered back.

I had expected that quite honestly. I took her from the bed straight into the basement and down the hall toward the door of the Alone Room. She began to cry silently when I told her not to look at the code as I punched it in. Tempest was still unconscious on the floor where I left her so I was easily able to step over and place Riley on the bed.

“Maybe now you’ll learn to behave, yeah?” I asked as I undid the ropes. She was crying too hard to answer me and I found myself loving her tears.

“Please, I’m sorry. Don’t leave me in here.
Please
,” she sobbed.

I looked at her for a moment before shaking my head. “You made your decision. I’ll see you in one week. Make sure she’s broken by then.”

I walked out of the room and pulled the door securely shut behind me as Riley began to scream for help in the Alone Room. As I made my way back up to my room to get dressed, I wondered what scared her the most. Being in the Alone Room again or being there with Tempest?

It doesn’t fucking matter. Not anymore. I have to be her mentor, not her lover. Riley will learn the way I learned and then we’ll proceed together from there. It’s the only way.

I went into my bedroom and straight to the shower. I turned on the faucets and grabbed a clean towel. I didn’t bring any clothes in with me but I didn’t plan on wearing anything when I went to sleep either so it didn’t matter.

I stepped into the shower and put my hands against the wall. I sighed deeply as the water ran over my body and thought of Riley’s body as I decimated every orifice of her body. I let out a shaky breath as I thought of how she squirmed, screamed, and cried in my grip and I could feel myself starting to get hard. I loved every moment of what I did to her even if she hated me for it.
Even if she would never trust me again, she would always listen to me
, I thought as I began to stroke myself.

The feeling of her soft skin in my hands as I gripped it tightly leaving bruises where my fingers held her ... The feeling of her tender flesh between my mouth as I nibbled and bit down on her.
Oh God,
I thought breathing heavily. It was going to be so easy for me to come thinking of how I had brutalized her small body. I wanted so badly to do it again but I was always taught to only punish that way if it was needed and to never overstep that boundary if I ever did find someone to love me.
Riley loves me. I know she does; I see it in her face every time I’m near her, I hear it in the slight tremble in her voice whenever she speaks to me. ...
I groaned loudly as my balls tightened and I thought of being inside of Riley’s sweet tender ass. It only took a couple of more hard tugs on my dick for me to explode all over the bathroom wall. I stood there breathing heavily as my body shook slightly trying to think how I could have possibly done such things to someone who loved me?

Don’t start thinking like this again, Jaxton. She’s not to be loved. She’s to be used, broken, humiliated, and dumped. Like the others.

I quickly washed myself and got out of the shower, drying myself off. I decided I would go to sleep and worry about what I would do with Riley on the morning of the seventh day. For now I would just walk about my home as if though there weren’t two naked women locked in the secret room in my basement.

Twenty Five

I
t was the morning of the fourth day when I woke up feeling like something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what or why I was feeling that way but I just couldn’t shake it. I decided to take my Weet-Bix into the den and watch the scene in the Alone Room.

It was the first time in the four days that I decided to check in on them and I wanted to be sure that my sick feeling didn’t have to do with Riley or Tempest.

I sat down and brought the screens up before getting comfortable in my chair and pulling my legs up onto the desk. I moved the mouse and clicked on the Alone Room and saw Riley sitting naked on the bed, while Tempest sat naked in the furthest corner away from her.

I reached for the speakers and set them next to me, before I turned them on and spoke.

“Good morning ladies,” I said cheerfully.

Tempest jumped and looked all around the room to see where my voice had come from, but Riley looked straight up into the camera at me.

Even though I know she couldn’t see me, it
felt
like she could. So much so that I tore my eyes away from her hurt gaze and looked at Tempest who was still looking around the room.

Riley mouthed something and I laughed, “Can’t hear you unless I turn on your speakers. One sec, love. Er, Riley.”
Where the hell did that come from?!
“Alright, what did you say?” I asked.

“How can you do this to me?” she asked faintly.

“Because my dear Riley, you’ve been lacking in discipline and that has been my mistake. I will take the blame for that, but I also won’t make the same mistake twice. As such, you’ve got another three days in that room. Have you made your decision yet by the way?” I asked before taking another scoop of cereal into my mouth.

She pulled her legs up to her chin and wrapped her arms around them before shaking her head.

“Then I’ll sweeten the deal for you. I was honestly thinking of letting you go a while ago,” I said conversationally. “Do you remember? You told me that you didn’t want to go home, but I don’t believe you. I think you lied to me. Did you lie to me Riley?”

“No,” she insisted looking up again. “Why would I lie about something like that?”

“Why would you want to stay here? Knowing that you’d never gain freedom again after your last stunt?” I asked curiously.

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