Forbidden Love: My Daddy's Best Friend

Forbidden 176

Chapter 176

Waking I rub my eyes. I’m still in the boot. I guess the benefit from this is I get to sleep, I don’t have to cook and clean after everyone, the downside is my body hurts so damn much. I need to stretch but there isn’t space.

I hear voices and get ready; I don’t know what to expect. Dean will be pissed, so I don’t know what he will do. The boot opens, the sun burning my eyes, and I feel someone pull me out, dragging me into the house.

My body is thrown to the floor. Looking up Dean and Mary at looking

at me.

“What first?” Mary looks at Dean asking the question.

“I guess first I should you should make my money back, a lot of money. So don’t expect to get sleep this week.” He looks annoyed and I laugh slightly.

“Sure, don’t complain when I burn every bit of cash that enters my hands!” I will, fuck this. Fuck them and fuck the Devil’s.

“What did they do? Must have been something fucking amazing to make you burn the money and fight back.” He looks at me, clearly meaning the Devil’s, hell I can’t say they didn’t touch me, that would

be worse.

“You two are sick, just as sick and twisted as they are!” I don’t know what to say, what do I say they did with me?

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“Don’t worry, we know. Demitri was very explicit in telling us how they used you when I asked.” He laughs like it gives him pleasure, and now I wonder what has Demitri said?

“I

“Get ready, we have some guests visiting to see you.” I look at him confused. “Well, I said you had money to earn back, didn’t I? So I set up a lovely party, just for you.” His hands push me towards my room. Walking into I climb onto the small mattress.

I know he said to get ready, but I have given up taking orders. Lying down. I close my eyes. I can’t sleep, so I just close my eyes and relax.

“Well. hello pretty lady. I brought some friends.” I freeze hearing Mr. Anderson. Opening my eyes I look at Mary.

“Please Mary, no!” Of all the people him? I watch as he steps into the room. the other men following. Screaming out to Mary as he grabs met and she walks away. Fighting back I keep screaming but giving in. I push my mind away. pretending I am somewhere else, fighting back the tears as the tears just bring him pleasure.

I continue to count down the minutes until they walk away leaving me lying on the mattress, Dean’s laugh has me looking towards him.

“Every night, so be ready, it only stops when I am convinced you will stop causing shit.” He turns and walks away, grabbing the blanket I wrap it around my body, cradling it to me as I finally let the tears flow. My body hurts, and I am sure I have another black eye.

I fall asleep crying, cuddling myself in the corner. Unable to stay awake any longer. The week passes the same. I’m locked in my cell, and the only people I see are Mr. Anderson and his friends,

then they leave and I’m locked up again. By night three I gave up fighting.

I would have rather have Dean beat me, but I guess he knows that.

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Which is why he chose this way. A way he knows I will do anything to stop it from happening again, and right now I am willing to do anything he asks if he agrees to stop it.

Another month passes. I am allowed out of my room to cook. I try and make myself sound and look grateful but in fact, I hate it. I would rather stay in my room. Mr Anderson’s visits have now gone to twice a week rather than every night.

Dean has slowly begun to trust me again which means I will be able to leave the house again. Sure it is under his orders and doing as he says.

I finish cleaning the kitchen and Dean appears in the doorway.

“Seen as we can’t go to the old place, I found somewhere new. You need to follow orders though.”

I nod listening to him.

“Get washed, and put this on.” He holds out a bag, and taking it I walk to the bathroom. Getting cleaned up I take the items out of the bag. Leather studded lingerie, and a small leather skirt. Putting them I walk out, looking at him confused. He never buys me anything new, and this has me on edge.

“Sit. I will explain.”

I nod and sit opposite him.

“Tonight we are going to LaRogue, it is a BDSM club. When we get there you will need to fill out paperwork, this is saying you consent and have chosen to be there. I would have Mary call, but they need you to do the paperwork. So, here, memorise this list.” He slides the paper over to me. It is a list of acts.

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“When it comes to your lists, you put these and only these on your hard list. Everything else you say you’re fine with, okay?” I look at him and nod. Reading through the list a few times trying to memorise it.

“Right. I have been paid tonight for you to be there. Of course, the company doesn’t know, it was done behind their back. You will dance, tonight. Then after will be like all the other nights at the old clubs.”

“That is fine.” It isn’t Mr. Anderson or those men, I am fine with this.

“Any acting up, and it is back here, and Mr Anderson paying to have you as his own every night again.” Sitting he talks to me more about the place, about what I am expected to do and act. In the end, I am comfortable with it. It isn’t Mr Anderson.

Standing outside the club he looks at me.

“Who am I?”

“My Master.” I am not dumb, does he think I am going to say my owner, who bought me? Walking in the woman at the desk is welcoming, sitting I fill in the forms, and we are guided through to a

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The music becomes louder as I stand next to the pole, and slowly I begin to dance, I don’t mind this, it is nice, and relaxing. I continue to dance, my body moving around the pole, and I forget about everyone else who is in the room. The music stops and I watch as some people leave, others sitting to watch.

I feel my body freeze, stepping back I hit something.

“Don’t think about it ” Dean’s words are low.

“Why is he here?” I thought the whole point of tonight was because I

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have proven myself. I keep my eyes on Mr Anderson. The men sat with him. I can’t do it, not here. How am I meant to act like I am enjoying it and agree with them?

“Now it would be a shame to be back to your own room, having.

visitors every night. How you react now tells me if you can be trusted.”

“I can’t.” I feel his hand grip my hair, pulling my head back. A tear slips free.

“Then I guess we leave, and they come back to see you in your room. Which is worse?” I don’t know, right now I don’t know. I can scream and refuse and I know the business will not let them touch me,

then what?

but

I have to face Mr Anderson and his friends every night. I can’t do that

again.