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Red Ties

Chapter 40

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

Mary winced as she sat on her stool at her desk. Her ass was still sore from the erotic flogging James had given her a few days ago. Since she was new to this BDSM lifestyle, her body was still getting used to all the painful implements James wanted to use on her. Her body marked much easier than the regular submissives's at Vanilla, and James enjoyed every moment of seeing her bright red ass when he could. But Mary was finding it hard to hide her discomfort, and Anya gave her a confused look at the clear wince in her face. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, and Mary looked at her, plastering on a smile. 

"Yeah, fine, I fell over the other day and landed on my butt, so I was just a bit bruised," if only Anya knew. Mary still had yet to tell her about their kinky antics. She wasn't sure how she would react. James and Mary had been together for at least six months, and time seemed to be going by fast. Anya definitely had approval of James, so there was no chance of her disapproving him now, but still, Mary wasn't sure how to bring up the subject. 

a Christian girl admitting her boyfriend whips and ties her up for his pleasure as much as hers. A girl who had never drunk alcohol until a few weeks ago, someone who barely crossed into the dark side of life, was now submitting willingly to a dominating, possessive mafia boss. And she had yet to tell her that as well. She felt guilty for keeping that from her and knew she had to bring it up soon. 

"So, when are you seeing James?" she winked.

"Tonight," she answered. 

"You might as well just move in with him at this point; you basically live at his, and why would you live in that shitty apartment when he literally owns a mansion?".

"Thanks, Anya. Well, I did suggest taking it in turns, staying at mine and his."

"Jesus, only you would suggest such a thing; what does God have a rule about not living in a million mansions?" Anya said. 

"No, I just... I don't know; maybe I'm not ready to move in," she shurried, even though that was a complete lie. Anya was right; she practically lived there already, but Mary was worried that she'd overhear their illegal business and the dirty, dark details of Jame's profession, and she didn't want to hear any of it and have another argument. although she knew that she couldn't let it bother her. It seemed everyone around her these days was into some organised crime business—James, John, maybe even Anya. At this rate, she might as well assume everyone is involved. 

"What? Don't be so stupid; you are ready to move in with him; just do it. The longer you leave it, the more you won't want to move in." Anya was right; god, she hated it when she was always right despite her questionable choices in life. 

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Mary admitted, rolling her eyes, and Anya patted her back, sending a shock of pain as she touched a tender spot the flogger had attacked. She held back her wince through gritted teeth, and when Anya left the nurses station, she hissed. She was going to have to tell James not to torture her on a work day. 

"Hey Mary!" Peter walked in, carrying a stack of papers, and dropped them heavily on the desk. 

"Hey Peter," she said with a big smile, and Peter instantly relaxed. Luckily, James hadn't made much of an appearance in the parking lot, and Peter didn't have to avoid him. Things were much less tense between him and Mary, and he was glad to have his best friend back, although his feelings for her weren't gone and he didn't think they'd ever go. He would always have a crush on her, and he tried not to think about her spending the rest of her life with James. 

selfishly, he wanted them to break up, but he knew that would only cause more heartbreak for Mary, and gaining from that would be cruel. So instead, he ignored what he could of James and spent what time he had with Mary. He was glad Mary didn't devote every single second to her new boyfriend like some first lovers do, and she'd spend time with him outside of work, much to James dismay. 

"Hey, I wondered if you wanted to come over tonight for some takeout. We can put a film on, chill out, and my apartment is pretty much done," he asked, and Mary nodded.

"Sure. that sounds great".

"I mean, as long as your boyfriend is okay with it," he teased. 

"Well, he'll have to be," she shrugged, and Peter secretly jumped for joy inside. Yeah, fuck James and his opinion. 

"Great, we can go back after work," he said with an excited grin. 

Mary texted James that she didn't need picking up after work and that she was going to Peter's. She could have simply said she didn't need picking up, but then James would question the reason for that and wonder why she didn't come home. Besides, she had nothing to fear from him; if he got all jealous and possessive, that was his problem. It was clear her simple text had fueled a little fire in him, as he instantly replied with 'oh'.

She could imagine him now, red in the face, a scowl on his lips. Oh well, he'll live. She wasn't going to let his jealousy take control of her life. 

Peter's apartment was beautiful, with everything in its place now and the walls not looking so bare. He had hung several pictures up and placed some furniture in small places to add more depth to the room, rather than it being so empty. 

"Wow, Peter, this place is amazing," Mary said as she slumped down on the sofa. 

"Yeah, I'm so happy with how it turned out. How's your place, by the way? I know you were having issues with it," he said as he stood at the ktichen plating up the Chinese they brought on the way home. 

"Oh, it's okay; I rarely spend time there since I'm always at James's house. In fact, I'm thinking about moving in with him," she said, and Peter looked with a slightly more shocked face than he would have liked. 

"Oh, really, that's soon," he shrugged, trying not to make a big deal out of it, even though it kind of was. Things seemed to move so fast with her, and James and Peter's feelings were getting in the way. He couldn't help but worry and wonder if Mary could end up getting hurt. He still didn't trust him much, especially after the whole 'stay away from Mary' chat they had in the parking lot. 

"Yeah, but I rarely spend time at my apartment, and his house is a lot nicer than mine; I mean, he does live in a mansion." She tried not to sound like she was bragging about it, and she wasn't, but when your boyfriend lives in a million-dollar mansion, it's hard not to sound like you're bragging. 

"Remind me what he does for work again?" He asked as he came over with the plates of Chinese food, consisting of sticky chicken, noodles, beef, and a small bowl of soup, along with prawn crackers. It smelled divine, and Mary was starving. 

"He's an accountant and has his own business," she said warily. If Peter knew he was a mafia boss, he'd spend the rest of his life convincing Mary to leave his ass. 

"Right, he must be amazing at his job to afford a house like that," Peter said as he sat beside Mary, crossing his legs. 

"Yeah, I don't know. I'm still in two minds about it; I haven't fully decided yet," she shrugged, and Peter smiled. 

"There's no rush; take things slow; you've got plenty of time to figure those things out, and there's nothing wrong with having your own space.".

"Yeah, it's nice to be able to have some quiet me time," she giggled, and they tucked into their dinner. They spent the rest of the night laughing and watching funny films, remembering funny moments in their lives, and dying with laughter. Peter offered for her to stay at his so she didn't have to make the trip back, but she kindly declined. She knew James would either be worried about her or be so jealous that she didn't come back to him that night. 

It wasn't until late that Mary arrived at James, and the moment she stepped into the bedroom, his hands were on her, cupping her face, kissing her deeply, forcing her to the bed, and falling on top of her. He kissed her lips, her neck, and the lobe of her ear, and a sweet moan escaped her lips as she fell into his trap. He did this when he was pent-up with jealousy and frustration. He wanted to show his possessions to her, and boy did he. 

The next morning, she woke to find dark kisses left on her neck and chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around her waist as if he were holding on to a piece of wood at sea or as if she were going to drift away from him. She sighed and rolled her eyes at his entrapment. His arms were like a little jail cell, and he kept her captive. 

She turned in his arms, which woke him softly, and he moaned gently, pressing a kiss on her temple. "You know you don't have to get all possessive like that," she pointed out.

"Like what? I'm just kissing the woman I love." Those words gave her a tingle, and she grinned immediately, her cheeks heating up. She wouldn't get over how he confessed his love for her. After a petty apology and an introduction to his ex-submissive, what a way to say you love someone! 

He pressed a kiss on her lips, and she moaned in them. "Alright, if you say so," she shrugged with a tease in her voice, and he chuckled. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Mary was working her shift with her private clients away from the hospital, first starting with Mrs. McKenzie. She had a million questions and, of course, wanted to know the dirty details of her love life with Mr. Handsome. She giggled, shaking her head, and reluctantly gave up some details, despite Mrs. McKenzie asking her naughty questions about that woman and her mind. but it was nice to be able to catch up with her and talk about all things girl. She had popped in to check on Yori and make sure he was okay as well. 

He was so much more relaxed the first time she met him, and he was more than happy for her to visit him. Her and James were the only visitors he wanted; no one else. But he wouldn't be Yori without making a moan about his noisy neighbour McKenzie. Mary didn't think their feud was ever going to settle. 

On her way to her next patient, she needed to stop at the pharmacy and pick up a few prescriptions for them. She parked her car just outside, grabbing her bag to run in. The streets were busy, and she dogged the grumpy people of New York and weaved her way inside the pharmacy, the clean smell of disinfectant hitting her nose. She wasn't there long and made her way back to her car, but stopped just in front of it and stared across the street. 

There was James, standing next to a very pretty woman, dressed in a tight skirt and blouse with shiny black heels. Her hair was in a volumous blowout, all curls and waves cascading down her back. She was stunning with light makeup, from what it looked like, and she had a beautiful smile. They were talking very intimately, and she reached and placed a hand on his shoulder. A sudden pang of jealousy rippled through Mary's body, something she hadn't felt before. So this was how James felt when he saw her and Peter together. 

but this was different. She didn't know who this woman was or why he was standing there with her. and then he reached down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, and Mary's heart sank, a shiver leaving her body and mouth. The woman smiled and turned on her heels, with James following. 

Mary felt cold inside, as if her heart had been taken out and hammered into a tiny number of pieces. Who was that woman, and why was he kissing her like that? Yes, it was only a friendly kiss on the cheek, but she didn't know who she was or why he was with her, and seeing that kiss only made her heart shatter. and now he had followed her, like a puppy to their mother. 

Mary threw herself in her car and took a shuddering, deep breath. What should she do now? 

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The King

Chapter 7

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

Violet excitedly ran up the steps to the base, grinning as James stood at the doorway waiting for her. It had been a few weeks since their tutoring sessions, and Violet stopped at nothing to see more of him. She faked not understanding her assignments from her teachers just so she could sit with James and stare at him while he thoroughly explained them, his soft voice so wise and gentle. Their private one-on-one sessions were a big help to Violet's grades, and there had been improvement. She couldn't very well keep failing with all of James's time and energy put into helping her; otherwise, he'd stop tutoring her, as it would be considered a waste of time. 

But equally, she couldn't just succeed so quickly. How else was she going to get her hit from him? Her smoking hadn't improved, despite James commanding her to smoke her cigarettes on a daily basis. She happily handed them over but would ask her dealer for another pack the next day. It was a never-ending cycle. Although Violet enjoyed the aura James had on her and the way he could so easily command her cigerattes into his possession, she'd hand them over without question. but something played on her mind. 

On their very first session, he made a small comment that she'd soon wouldn't be able to get any more cigerettes. Whether that was from her dealer or had a deeper meaning, she didn't know, and ever since he said it, it has played on her mind. She desperately wanted to ask him, but every time she did, she got all shy and just did as she was told. Tonight would be different, though. 

"Good evening, Violet," James smiled, and she girned up at him. 

"Good evening, sir," which had become a permanent change to her vocabulary. James's eyes seemed to soften slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up in delight every time she addressed him that way. She was very observant and would do anything to make him happy. 

"Did you bring your homework like I asked?" he said as he led her to their usual room.

"Yes, I did, and I got a B on my assignment, all thanks to you." She grinned happily as she walked side by side with him. Bucky smirked, chuckling softly to himself. 

"Not just me; you did most of the work," he said, raising his brow at her. 

"Yeah, but I couldn't have it without you; my mom is happy with my progress as well." Her mother had finally stopped worrying about her grades now that she had made a significant improvement. She was so thankful for General Barnes and his devotion to teaching her daughter. Now all she had to worry about was her attitude and bad behaviour. 

"Good, I know she was worried about your upcoming exams, which are only a month away," he pointed out, and she nodded. 

"I know. I think the more time I spend with you tutoring me, the better I'll be for the exams," she said, and he hummed. 

James sat silently as he watched Violet work, answering the questions on her homework and listening to him as he explained the texts in the book. 

"So my birthday is next week; only one more year till I can smoke freely," she teased him and let out a little giggle. Summer was coming up, and Lexi was having a huge party while her parents were away, which meant booze, drugs, smoke, and boys. She was going to celebrate her birthday properly at the party, despite it being a month or two later, but it was going to be amazing. Her mother was planning on taking her out to dinner at her favourite restaurant. 

But if she had to pick anything to do, it would be to spend the evening with James, if it were him tutoring her. She would rather spend her birthday in the presence of the handsome general. 

"If you keep smoking the way you are, you won't make it to your eighteenth birthday," he said jokingly, and Violet scoffed. 

"Trust me, I'm fit as a fiddle," she shrugged. 

"How about this, then? If you continue smoking, I won't tutor you anymore.". 

Violet froze, her pen dropping to the table and her head whipping around to face James, a look of purse shock and horror written all over it. No, he wouldn't.

"WHAT!" she exclaimed. 

"You heard me; if you don't stop, then our tutor sessions will end," he shrugged so casually, and she stuttered for an answer. 

"But you can't. What about my grades?". 

"Well, if I were you, I'd stop smoking," he murmured, a smirk on the corner of his lips. 

No, she couldn't let this happen. She'd rather die than give up her tutoring sessions with him. She had stopped her working experience, considering that was just a ruse to see him, and now she had a confirmed meeting with him every night or when possible. But giving up smoking. How was she going to be able to do that? and the summer party at Lexi's was coming up, and everyone would be smoking. 

She contemplated just pretending, but James was a smart man; he'd know if she were lying to him, and in her head, she knew lying would only make this situation worse for her. It seemed like giving up was the only option. 

"Fine, I'll give it up," she huffed like a moody teenager, because she was one now, and glared down at her homework. Suddenly, she felt a hand on the nape of her neck, giving her a soft, gentle squeeze. 

"Good girl, tomorrow you can bring me all your packs," he ordered, and Violet looked up with puppy-dog eyes, her hand still clutching the back of her neck as James stood above her. 

"Yes, sir," she whispered, and he smiled. 

She felt compelled to do as she was told, as if she had no say in the matter, and strangly enjoyed it. This man had such control over her, and she was rebelling as much as she could, but nothing seemed to work. He was beating her every time and coming out on top, with her muttering yes, sir, in defeat. 

It was getting close to the end of their tutor session, and James was so pleased with her work.

"I'm so proud of you, Violet; you've made so much improvement," he smiled. 

"Thank you," she said simply. There was a moment of silence before James reached into his pocket and pulled out an elegant pen before grabbing her hand.

"You know, if there's anything you ever need, you can always call me. I shouldn't give out my number to minors, but I trust you to keep this a secret between us. If there's ever a problem or you're in trouble, you call me." He wrote his number on her hand, and Violet couldn't stop staring. His number, his personal number, was there in her own hand, and she softly grinned. She was never going to wash this hand again. 

"Thank you; I appreciate that. And I promise not to tell anyone, and I promise not to text you all the time either," she grinned cheekily, and he chuckled. 

"Good, only if it's an emergency," he said with seriousness and a raised brow, and Violet nodded. Her heart was beating so fast and her body was tingling as he touched her and intimately wrote his number on her hand. 

"Yes Sir"

Quitting was hard, so hard. The craving for nicotine was like dying, scratching and clawing at her skin and bouncing from foot to foot as she desperately needed a smoke. Lexi had asked her why she was rarely smoking now, and Violet came up with some excuses like her mother found her stash and was banned from it, her dealer couldn't get her any, or she was skint. She offered Violet one of hers, but she declined, saying they weren't her type, even though Violet would pretty much smoke anything. 

But it pleased James, and as she walked in that very next day with a bag full of cigeratte packets, he cupped her under her chin and gave her a small stroke, uttering those two words she now craved even more. "Good girl".

Fuck how she wanted to hear those two words for the rest of her life. Is this what he meant by 'not for long'? that eventually he'd get in control of her dining habit and stop it before it went too far. Again, once she hit eighteen, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted, and just to piss James off, she'd go right up to his face and blow smoke in it, or so she thought. 

But, luckily for her, her tutoring sessions didn't stop. Her exams were right around the corner, and James was spending more and more time with her, preparing for them. He was confident she could do well, as long as she put the time and effort into it. Her rebellious attitude had calmed down as well, and he was starting to see the real Violet. She was really just a vulnerable girl, wanting to be a big shot to those around her. She was, in fact, sweet, humble, and polite when she wanted to be. 

Her birthday was chilled out, with her mother taking her to her favourite restaurant for the evening rather than cooking, but little did her mother know of the huge party Lexi was having in the summer, and that night she was going to go wild. Summer came as quickly as ever, with her final exams wrapping up. She wouldn't get her results until two weeks before school, not that Violet really cared. Or did she? Since James tutored her privately, she had taken her exams and grades a lot more seriously than she would have if she hadn't met him. She did want to make him proud, after all. 

Of course, her tutoring stopped once her exams were finished. It was logical, and even though Violet tried to find an excuse to still see James, she couldn't think of one that was realistic. She hoped her grades from her exams were the best so she could carry these nightly sessions into the new term. The first week of summer was hell, with no fix from him, no intoxicating hit that could leave her feeling like bliss all day. She considered asking her mother to carry out work experience there again just so she could get any ounce of interaction with him.

She was an addict for him now. Every night she went to bed thinking of him, and every morning she woke up and thought about it. She needed him and wasn't sure how long she was going to last. Wednesday night was the night of the party. Violet spent three hours getting ready, drying and striaghening her hair, whacking on cake layers of makeup on her face, overlining her lips to the point they looked like they had been filled, and wearing her sexiest dress. black strappy with a short length and tight around her boobs. Her mother was working late, and Violet told her she was spending the night at Lexi's for a sleepover.

which was slightly true; she was sleeping over; however, this wasn't a regular sleepover. Tonight was going to be the wildest party ever. Word travelled fast around the school, and how any of the parents didn't catch wind of it seemed craxy, but Lexi wasn't complaining. The last thing she needed were nosy parents sticking their noses into their business. Violet perfumed herself with a perfume she got from Sepora, an upgrade from her sickly old Walmart one. This one cost thirty dollars but had a sexy scent to it, one that she hoped would attract all the fit guys tonight. 

But as she thought about that, she made out with one of the football team players or someone from the soccer team. She felt guilty. guilty because she secretly didn't want those high school boys; she wanted James. James had no clue about the party, and having not seen Violet for a little while, he had no idea where she was going or what would be there. If there was anyone's lips she wanted touching hers, it was his. She wanted those big, strong hands to cup her face and kiss her tenderly, his beard to scratch her face, and let her nuzzle into him. She wanted to hear him whisper those two little words she craved more now than those sin sticks she used to smoke. 

She wanted everything from him. But the age gap was a problem, not to mention he was the general of the US army, and he was currently working while she was getting ready to head to Lexi's. She only lived down the road from her, so it was just a short walk, and as she returned her bag, stuffing her clothes and overnight stuff, she couldn't help but remember her promise of no smoking. She didn't want to displease him or disobey him. On the other hand, her tutoring sessions had stopped, and his explicit command was that if she didn't give up smoking, he'd no longer tutor her. 

It seemed she was in the clear. Violet smiled at herself in the mirror, happy with her hair and makeup, and yanked her bag over her shoulder, running down the stairs to slap on her black heels. She looked so sexy in her black dress, with smokey eye makeup and overlined, perfect nude lips. The guys would be drooling over her. 

The party was in full swing when she arrived. heavy drum and base boomed in the house, vibrating off the walls and making the floor rock. Bright neon lights lit up the whole house, with two large tables covered in dezen red paper cups. Another table held strictly alcohol bottles, from gin to vodka, whisky, beer, cider, and wine. There was every kind of shot, spirit, and mixture available to drink, and even a keg one of the older guys had brought. Girls were dressed in short dresses or skirts and mini crop tops with heels, and guys were dressed in jeans and a t-shirt or a shirt and jeans. There was a huge cloud of smoke outside and a distinct smell of marajuana, but that was to be expected. Guys were hogging the upstairs spare room, blowing lines. Girls were giggling in the bathroom, throwing back pills, and people were grinding upon each other in the living room to the music, losing themselves. 

"Lexi!" Violet shouted as she spotted her across the room. Lexi griined at her and waved her over. She was standing by the drinks table; she was dressed in a tight glittery dress, her makeup caked on just like Violets, with her hair in a high pony. She wore chunky black heels that did nothing for her, although she thought they did, and when Violet reached her, they hugged tightly and jumped up in excitement, like two schoolgirls that hadn't seen each other for the whole summer. 

"Girl, you are looking like fire," Lexi commented as Violet gave her a twirl. 

"Back at you, girl, so what have we got?" Violet nodded to the table full of bottles and red cups. 

"Got everything—vodka, gin, beer—what do you fancy?".

"Vodka, have you got any coke?" she said, and Lexi fixed her up a strong vodka and coke, not bothering to measure the deadly spirit. 

"Thanks, girl, now what cute boys are here?" She asked over the blaring music as she took a gulp of the strong drink. The alcohol instantly hit her head, and a buzz came instantly. She was going to be wasted tonight. 

"Well, Mark is here, Daniel, oh, and that really sexy footballer Jason," Lexi grinned as she took a sip of her own drink. High school guys were so much cuter and sexier, and Violet scanned the dark room for one of them. But something was on her mind, James. All the boys in this room didn't compare to James, and she barely had any interest in them. She didn't want some young high school kid; she wanted the mature, sophisticated, and authoritative James. 

"Oh yeah, he's so sexy," she said, even though right now she didn't even think so. The only sexy man she could think of was James. The party was in full swing, with people dancing, drinking, and doing drugs. A group were playing beer pong in the games room; couples were making out on the couches and in the spare bedrooms; and even one couple was doing it in the bathroom. The place was littered with cigarette butts, empty red cups, and crushed beer cans, and someone decided to throw toilet paper all over the lawn. 

There was going to be so much cleaning up the next morning, and Violet was not looking forward to it. The drinks were hitting her fast and hard, and soon she became a tipsy mess, barely keeping herself from the thin line of crossing into a state of drunkenness. She was screaming to the music, pouring herself drinks and slugging them down, and had smoked at least three cigarrettes despite her clear order to stop. but what James didn't know wouldn't hurt him. 

"Lexi, this is the best party ever!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, and Lexi screamed back at her. 

"I know," she grinned, downing her drink in one and then throwing her cup across the room, which proceeded to hit someone in the head. 

"Hey girl, you want a hit." A very drunk and very high guy came up behind her, barely able to keep his balance and holding a joint. His eyes were glazed, and he stunk of weed. He looked shadey and a lot older than these high school kids, and Violet cringed a little at his side. 

"Umm," she pondered the idea. Smoking tobacco was the furthest she went, and she hadn't crossed the line into drugs yet. But there was no harm in trying one toke. You only live once, and this was the perfect time to do it—no parents, no adults around, no James. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt. Violet grinned and cheekily took the joint from him, taking a huge puff. 

It was like nothing she had ever tried before. It's sweet, grassy taste was so unique compared to her regular cigarettes. She couldn't help but cough at its strong taste, and the guy chuckled, stumbling around her as he reached for the joint to take it back, but the effect of the drugs had taken control, and he proceeded to fall backwards straight to the floor, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Violet was left holding the joint between her two fingers, and after a moment of just watching him lie there until he slightly moved, she and Lexi burst into a fit of laughter. The alcohol was under the full control of both of them. 

The joint was teasing her, tempting her to take another hit, and as she lifted the end to her mouth, bright lights evaded the living room.

"Alright, police, everyone stop!" A dozen men burst through the doors, guns at the ready, bright flashlights blinding the visions of the drunk students in the house, and screams erupted. sh*t, they were busted. Someone must have called the cops on them, and everyone began to panic, running out in a flood of kids, busting their way through cops to escape home. 

"Shit, Lexi!" Violet gasped. 

"Shit, shit, shit, my parents are going to be so mad." Lexi looked like she was about to cry as they watched everyone run from the house. 

"Alright, everyone outside now, let's go," a policeman ordered as he stormed through the house, grabbing kids and shoving them into the hands of his fellow officers. Kids were being handcuffed and shoved in the backs of cars while others ran for it.

"Okay, you two, outside now." A policeman grabbed Violet's arm, yanking her outside, and she stumbled along the way, her alcohol-induced body now sobering up immediately. Shit, she had been caught. She was so in shock that she didn't even try to run and make a break for it. As she was dragged outside, she was shoved against one of the cars. 

"Hey," she sassed at him as he grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her back. 

"What this?" He yanked the joint out of her hand, and her eyes widened. She forgot she was still holding that. 

"Umm, nothing" was the stupidest answer she could have given. 

"Don't think I'm stupid, girl; I know weed when I see it. I'm taking you to the station; you're in big trouble. I'm going to have to call your mom," he slapped on the cold handcuffs on her wrist, forcing them into the most uncomfortable position. No, not her mother; she'd be furious. 

"No, please don't call my mom," she begged as she was spun around to face the officer. He was tall and lanky and wore a police hat, which made his face hard to tell in the darkness. 

"I have to, as your underage," he informed her. 

"Wait, please, not her; I have someone else you can call," she pleaded with big eyes, and the officer narrowed his eyes at her. 

"Who?".

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Not Leaving

Chapter 45

Parings: Steve Kemp x Noa

Summary: What if Noa hadn't managed to kill Steve and hadn't been able to get away, what would have happened. 

Alternative ending to Fresh were Steve wins against the fight between Noa, Molly and Penny

Warnings: Dom/sub, Psychopath, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Captive, Handcuffs, Medical torture, Light bondage, Blood, Controlling

The restaurant was bustling with happy dining couples, sitting opposite each other by candlelit dinner and bottles of wine. It was rare Noa and Steve went out to dinner, mostly due to the fact Steve ate nothing by the slender body parts of a woman and to Noa, they were just regular cuts of animal meat. He was good at disguising it and Noa didn’t recognise the taste. Of course, it was different but with her memory loss, Noa believed that’s what animals tasted like. It was the perfect compilation. Noa and Steve were at one of the tables against the wall, the soft scent of candles lighting the table and accompanied by a bottle of wine. Needless to say, Steve was anxious. He couldn’t bare to eat anything remotely animal and he ever well couldn’t bring his own food in. But if it made Noa happy that’s all that mattered to him. He was hoping there would be some sort of vegetarian option on the menu. 

“This is nice, makes a change from sitting in from of the TV” Noa said and Steve chuckled. He couldn’t help but think about the pill in the bin. A million answers and stories ran through his head as to why it might be there. But he wasn’t an idiot. Nearly twenty years in this business made him an expert at spotting signs. He learnt from his mistakes and became a smarter person. 

“Yeah it does, feels weird not cooking though” he said with narrowed eyes and a slight smirk. 

“Well you deserve a night off, you’re always working so hard and then coming home to cook” Noa reached and rubbed his hand soothingly and Steve smiled at her. He did have an exhausting day and it was nice to sit and relax although the thought of eating animal meat wasn’t relaxing for him at all.

The waiter came shortly with the menus and Steve glanced at it, searching for a meal with no animal meat. There were the classic dishes of steak and fish and a couple of meals suitable for vegetarians. He decided on a pasta salad, something simple and he knew he wouldn’t gag at it. Noa ordered a steak and Steve couldn’t help but tense at her reading it out. Steve had finally found someone like him, eating the succulent meat of a female without gagging or throwing up. It was almost as if he was jealous. He offered a tight smile to the waiter and sighed, resting his arms on the table. He couldn’t help but feel possessive at the fact Noa was in public, in front of all these people. He wanted her for himself and only himself. 

“Where did we get married again, I know you told me but I can’t remember,” Noa asked. 

“We got married here, it was a small wedding at this amazing venue with this huge garden and lake. Then we went to Mexico for our honeymoon”.

“Where did we meet?” Noa asked casually, and Steve furrowed his brows in confusion.

“When we first met, I was looking through our wedding photos and it made me wonder how we met,” she asked and he grinned. He’ll always remember the time he met Noa. He thought she was just another piece of stock, another victim for him to sell, but how wrong he was. She was different and he knew it the moment he met her. Steve took a deep breath, looking straight at Noa with a smirk. 

“We met at a grocery store. We were both in the vegetable aisle and I was talking to you about grapes”. 

“Seriously, grapes aren’t even my favourite fruit” Noa giggled. 

“Yeah they were cotton candy grapes, I was insisting that you tried one because I didn’t want you thinking I was a weirdo” he laughed and Noa laughed as well. 

She was genuinely surprised by it all but there was more to this. She hoped that if she remembered the day she met Steve, she would remember the person he was. Was he a creep? Was he controlling or possessive? Why did he go to the trouble of faking the wedding photos? 

“And then I said some cheesy pickup line” he chuckled. Back then it was all an act and thinking back to it now, he couldn’t help the blush on his cheeks as he remembered how he got her number. 

“Really, what was it?” Noa said with surprise although her heart was slowly thudding in her chest, her stomach tightening. 

“I said, do you live here?” He stopped for a second, the suspense killing Noa as she leaned forward slightly. 

“Because I live on aisle six” he finished and Noa groaned, chuckling softly at the cringe pickup line. 

“Yeah not my best, but then we exchanged numbers and that was it” he grinned. 

“Yeah, not sure that would work on me today” Unfortunately it didn’t uncover anything and Noa’s heart slowed down, her stomach relaxing. 

‘I’m just going to go to the bathroom” she said, standing up and Steve nodded, watching as she ventured into the bathroom. His mind was still on the pill. Call him crazy but he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity like he had now. Glancing around, the waiters were very busy, speeding past without a look at his table. Reaching over he took Noa’s glass, noticing it was nearly empty. He dipped into his pocket, pulling out the small tub of pills he swiped earlier before they left. He placed the glass beside him, keeping it covered as he dropped one in, mixing it in the rich wine before topping it up casually and putting it back. 

No one even seemed to care or look over so he wasn’t worried about getting caught. He suddenly relaxed more and grinned as Noa came back over. 

“All good?” He asked and she nodded, taking a huge sip of her wine. Steve smiled, watching as she gulped the wine, knowing the meds were in her system. 

Dinner came shortly and Steve struggled to watch Noa eat the steak. He hoped that when they finished they could leave straight away and he’d be back in his comfort zone. Nothing could compare to the fine cuts of meat from the girls down in the cells. 

“Mmm this is good, I thought you might pick this?” Noa moaned, licking her lips of the sauce and Steve hummed, picking at his salad. 

“I prefer mine” he answered. 

The torture was over when Steve got the bill. Maybe it was the wine or the fact he watched Noa eat a steak but he couldn’t wait to get home and take Noa to bed. His cock hardened through his trousers on the way back as he glanced over at Noa, his hand resting on her leg. Possessiveness ran through him as he pulled the car into the drive and rushed to get inside. Throwing the keys to the side, he latched his lips onto Noa, pushing her back in surprise. Noa moaned against him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. 

Clothes flew across the room, the sounds of kisses and moans taking over the silence. Noa groaned as Steve attacked her neck with his lips and teeth, marking her almost like she was property. Noa ran her hands across his chest, reaching down to his waist when she felt a bump. She glanced down and noticed the scar just above his crotch, a sharp line, almost like a stab wound. 

Something flashed in her head. 

Steve, lying half naked on the bed.

Watching her as she walked to the bathroom

Watching her intensely

She was wearing a pink dress

Converse

Hair greasy

Then he was screaming. Swearing and groaning.

There was blood.

And toothpaste

Noa flinched, pulling slightly away from Steve who looked at her concerned. 

“Hey, what is it?” He whispered, cupping her face and she breathed. 

“Nothing” She smiled and kissed him. But it wasn’t. It was a memory, a vivid one. But why?

Steve pushed Noa to the bed, climbing on top of her, his hand creeping down to between her legs, fingers rubbing her sensitive clit. Noa moaned, her legs opening wider for him as he kissed down her body, lining himself up and pushing in, entering her, filling her up. Gently he rocked back and forth, holding her close and moaning softly, hands cupping and feeling her, kisses placed on every inch of her body, Noa pressed her head into the pillow, on a high, and let the pleasure take over her. 

Noa was out like a light, exhausted from the erotic sex she and Steve had. The memory scared her a little but she was fast asleep beside Steve who for a change was awake. He waited to make sure she was out, not wanting to wake her as he crept out of bed. His mind was elsewhere and he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he had the answers. He watched Noa sleeping soundly in bed, cuddled in the duvet, hair all messy and lips slightly parted. He smiled at her sleeping beautifully but turned and creeped out of the bedroom to go downstairs. 

He first put the meds back in the cupboard where they always are and then began his hunt. Her bag was resting on the stair post like it always does and he padded over, opening it. Rummaging around softly so he didn’t wake Noa, he came across something that made him freeze and look sternly. A bottle of pills. He stared at the label, noticing it was a new prescription. A prescription he didn’t prescribe her. Popping the cap, he look in and noticed the different pills. He bit his bottom lip inside, keeping the anger down. So she had been lying, this whole time. His first thought was to take them and throw them away but then Noa would know he snooped. A second thought was to ask Noa about it but he knew that option was too far gone. There was only one option left. 

Shoving the bottle back into her bag, he made his way back upstairs. 

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Who's in control now

Chapter 3

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky get’s back at Zemo for what he did to him in Madripoor

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Bondage, CBT, Cock slapping, Master/Slave, Name Calling, Face Slapping, Corporal Punishment, Riding Crop, Suspension, Sadism/Masochism, Blowjob, Orgasm Denial, Dom Bucky, Sub Zemo

Zemo couldn't stop thinking about Bucky all night. He was humiliated with himself that he enjoyed every moment of last night with James, dominating him, forcing him to suck his cock, treating him like a piece of shit, and he wanted more, so much more from Bucky. He knew Bucky had it in him to go full-on sadistic with him, but he was just waiting on him to accept that. All his teasing would soon send Bucky into a frenzy of dominating Zemo, and he secretly couldn't wait for it. 

That morning, Zemo lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he went over the events of last night. Bucky was reaking havoc on his cock, sending all sorts of pain up his body, grabbing, kicking, and punching every piece of him, and Zemo moaned at the thought of it. He wanted more, he needed more, and he had to have more. Bucky was his master, and that was a fact. No more manipulation from Zemo; no more control with the use of the trigger words or Zemo's sick games; Bucky was in full control here. 

Zemo closed his eyes and imagined Bucky on top of him, throwing insults and dirty names at him, calling him a slut, a whore, kicking his balls, and choking him with his metal arm. As these dirty thoughts clouded his mind, his hand started to slip down his pants, grabbing his hard cock, and he began to stroke himself to the fantasy in his head. The rope from yesterday was still there, and it only made the situation even more erotic. his cock and balls tied with rope from Bucky, a simple chastity device. 

He was lost in his fantasy, the rest of the world a silent blur as he moaned softly to himself. Tingles ran up his body as he grew closer to orgasm, his toes curling and his head pushing back into the pillow as his body went rigid. He was so close and only needed a few more storks to reach that intense orgasm he had been craving all night. The rope tugged on his cock, pulling a few of the hairs around the base, and he shivered as his orgasm was so close. Just a couple more strokes, and...

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" A harsh voice broke her back from his hot, cock-tingling fantasy, and a hand gripped his short hair, yanking his body off the bed and onto the floor. Zemo's body fell like a sack of pototoes, and he groaned as the hardwood floor was a hard knock on his system. Bucky had so much strength he could easily pick Zemo up with one hand, and as he looked up with flushed cheeks, Bucky stared down with a brow raised and fingers curling beside him. 

"What does it look like?" He teased, but instantly earned a metal hand to his neck, shoving him against the wall. Zemo gasped for air but began to chuckle evilly with a sick grin. 

"Careful, James; we wouldn't want Sam to hear you," he whispered, and Bucky smirked. 

"No, we wouldn't; good thing he's not here," he whispered back, as if Sam were only in the room next to them. Of course Bucky wouldn't be so stupid as to make an obvious scene with Sam only a few feet away, and Zemo groaned as Bucky pressed his hand tighter around his neck, already leaving finger marks. that was going to be hard to cover up. 

"I thought I said no touching yourself; you've just earned yourself a punishment," Bucky warned.

"And what will that entail, Master?" He teased, and Bucky growled, throwing Zemo to the floor, who groaned through gritted teeth. If only he had some of that super soldier serum to make him feel no pain. 

"This," and with that, Bucky firmly kicked Zemo between the legs, his boot making contact with his semi-hard cock. Zemo howled at the top of his lungs and clutched his crotch. That was the worst pain he ever felt. Bucky smirked as Zemo wriled around on the floor, screaming like a little girl. 

"Now, when I give you an order, are we going to follow it?" Bucky teased back, and Zemo nodded. 

"Yes, sir," he winced, and Bucky chuckled. 

"Good boy, now get up; the plane leaves in three hours, so we don't have long," Bucky grinned.

Zemo moaned as Bucky tied the last knot tightly, delibertly making it tighter than it needed to be just to hurt Zemo. the ropes cut into his flesh like knives, and Zemo enjoyed it. His cock was hardening by the second, and he felt the flush of his cheeks as Bucky tutted at him.

"God, you are shut a slut, getting horny over a little bondage," Bucky teased, reaching for his rock-hard cock, and he squeezed tightly. Zemo instantly groaned at his hand touching him and pulled on the restraints. He was tied to the bed, leaning over the side of the bed with his arms tied outward to each end. His legs were tied apart as well to each leg of the bed, keeping his thighs wide and apart for Bucky's access. rope wound its way around his body, over his chest, up to his neck, and around his ass. 

He was stuck in place and wasn't going anywhere. Samand wouldn't be back for another hour, as he had left to get supplies, so Bucky and Zemo had enough time. Bucky chuckled as he ran his hand over Zemo's bare back before dragging it down his ass and across his balls. He pulled back and slapped them hard, earning a hard yell from Zemo and a hiss through his teeth. 

Bucky chuckled evilly and gave his balls a sweet rub before using the toe of his boot to kick them hard. Today was all about pain, and if Zemo thought he was going to get any pleasure, he was completely wrong. Zemo hissed and yanked on the ropes as Bucky reeked havoc on his cock and balls, slapping, hitting, kicking, and busting. The pain was indescribable, and yet his cock was dripping with cumin. 

"Tell me how much you're enjoying this torture, Zemo," Bucky ordered as he yanked on the end of his cock, tugging hard, and Zemo gasped, lifting his head up with wide, glassy eyes. 

"I like it," he whispered, and Bucky's cold metal hand grabbed his neck.

"No, you know what I want to hear," he whispered harshly, and Zemo swallowed. 

"Yes, sir, I love you torturing my cock," he breathed, and Bucky grinned, biting the top of Zemo's ear before giving him a harsh slap on his bulging balls. The rope was cutting into his cock and turning his balls blue. 

And yet Zemo wanted more; he wanted everything. humiliation and degregation, and he knew how to get those. 

"That's it, James; give me some more; you do torture well; you've got lots of training on that, haven't you?" He teased, and Bucky grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. 

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll yank your balls off," he threatened, and Zemo grinned. 

"Don't you like my voice, James?" He answered back, and Bucky kicked him hard, the hardest he had. Zemo yelped and keeled over on the bed as his cock and balls tingled with pain. 

"Just for that, I'm going to make sure you don't come for a month, and if you want to fucking touch your own cock, you better start listening." another swift kick to his balls, and Zemo was nodding and begging for mercy. 

"Yes, sir, I understand," he breathed. 

"Good boy," a humiliating pat to his head like a dog was followed by the praise, and Bucky turned, walking to the side of the bedroom, and picked up a slab of thin wood, the perfect item to be used as a paddle. Bucky smacked the piece of wood into his palm, sounding it to Zemo, who hitched his breath up. 

"Now, let's get this ass a little bit redder." Bucky annouced and placed the end of the makeshift paddle to his bare ass. He lightly tapped the skin, teasing Zemo, before pulling back and smacking it on his ass. Zemo screamed, yanking on the rope, his face turning bright red. The pain was excruciating, and with the tight bondage, Zemo had no where to go. Bucky pulled it back again and smacked the other cheek. No sooner did red marks appear on his ass, leaving distinct marks from the paddle, and bruises began to form, welts bringing blood to the skin.

He was going to be sore for the next month, and yet his cock was still dripping. A puddle of cumin had formed beneath him. a sticky, gooey puddle of his own sperm, and his cock was tingling. He desperately wanted to come; he needed to come to get rid of this tension and tease. But Bucky wasn't going to let him, not for at least a month. 

smack upon smack upon smack. Bucky went full ham on his ass, which turned as red as Captain America's shield. There was no feeling in his ass now, just numbness from the harsh paddle. A few drops of blood had come to the surface and dripped down to his thighs. Zemo was breathing heavily, his fingers flexing and his toes curling. Sweat dripped down his face and back, the salty liquid stinging his wounds. 

"What do you say, slut?" Bucky ordered, pressing a hard boot to his aching ass.

"Thank you, sir," he gritted through his teeth. Bucky grinned, giving a last slap to his ass and earning a wince from Zemo. 

"Good boy, now let's get you ready for our flight." Zemo tried to look over his shoulder, but the tight bondage kept his head forward, and he swallowed. It was slightly frightening to hear what Bucky had said. 'Get him ready'? What could he possibly need to get ready for? 

There was a clink behind him, and something cold touched his aching cock. Metal, smooth, and freezing cold. A metal sheaf was slid over his cock, the head poking out the end. A cold ring was placed around the base of his cock, holding the metal sheaf. Zemo hissed and squirmed as his balls were pushed into some sort of metal casing and locked tightly with a padlock. 

"Really, James, a cage." Zemo tried to sound unbothered by the fact his aching cock was placed in a cruel chastity device, but a swift push to his bruised ass shut him up immediately. 

"Well, if you weren't such a slut, then I wouldn't have to. I can't have you touching this cock that belongs to me. I own every part of your body, which means I decide when you come. I don't think I can trust you not to touch yourself, you fucking dirty whore." A sharp whisper to his ear made Zemo shiver and moan. He really was a dirty whore, enjoying every moment of this. 

"And just to be sure," Bucky murmured, and suddenly a sharp pain radiated through his cock. Something slim and cold was sliding inside his ureathra. 

"Ahhhhh," Zemo hissed, his body shaking, toes curling, and fists clenching as the slim rod plugged his hole and was locked to the rest of the cage. That was it. For the next month, he had no control over his poor little cock. 

"There. That's better; now get dressed; we leave soon." A sharp smack to his ass brought him back to reality, and the pain in his ass came back all over again. 

After dressing, Zemo waddled out into the main part of the hotel room, careful for his ass not to rub against his trousers and his cock aching in the cold metal cage. He winced and gritted his teeth together as he met with James and Sam in the middle of the room. He was clearly in pain, but he tried to keep the look off his face. Sam narrowed his eyes at him as Zemo looked so weak and flushed. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, and Zemo swallowed. 

"Yes, I'm fine; I just didn't get much sleep," he lied, and his eyes dashed to Bucky's, who scoffed. 

"Well, we have a long flight, so you can sleep there," he said, and Zemo nodded. Sam grabbed his bag and headed out of the room. Zemo turned to follow, but a sharp tug on his arm yanked him back. 

"You sit opposite me, and don't even think about trying to take that cage off in the bathroom; I have the key, and if you want even the slight taste of my cock, you're going to be a good boy for me," he smirked and whispered, and Zemo's face slightly brightened. 

"Yes, Master," a sick smirk appeared on his face, and Bucky nodded to the door, yanking him to follow. This was going to be one long plane journey. 

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The King

Chapter 6

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

“So what exactly did he say?” Violet demanded of her mother as they drove back home that evening. She was buzzing, erratic, and excited, like a new golden Labrador puppy being taken to its first home. She couldn’t sit still in her seat, and the questions started immediately as they got in the car. Her mother laughed softly to herself, a broad smile on her face. She, too, was in complete shock. She hadn’t expected the general of the US Army to be waiting outside her office for her, and she admitted she was a little flustered to be talking to him. 

But he was ever so kind and assured her she wasn’t in any trouble for anything. It was the first thing many people thought of when the general stood directly in front of them—that they had done something to warrant his attention and punishment. It was quite far from the reason he was wanting to speak to her. He pulled her aside and quietly discussed his concern for her daughter. Her mother had sighed heavily and admitted she was exhausted from having to discipline a girl who had no respect for her own mother. Everything had come out in a rant. The skipping lessons, the smoking, drinking, and disrespect. The failing of her grades had been the topic of discussion, and James has simply offered to help tutor Violet until she is at a good enough level to study and take her exams. 

Her mother was in shock, stammering over her words as she didn’t want to make a fuss of them. He was the general of the US Army; he had more important things to be doing than tutoring her reckless daughter. He laughed at that, assuring her that he had plenty of time to fit it in and admitting he could do with a break from army discussions. Besides, because he was the highest-ranking member, he could do whatever he wanted. 

And when her mother had faced Violet and told her point blank what was going to happen, Violet exploded inside, jumping and screaming at the top of her lungs while she stood, held a straight face, and nodded silently. James had given her a side-eye look, a smirk on his lips, and a wink to his eye, and Violet felt that tingle. That addicting tingle she craved now was more than a smoke. 

Which is why she was currently interrogating her mother, wanting to know every detail about her tutor sessions with the man she had been pursing over the last couple of days. How long was she going to be with him? What would he tutor her on? Where would he tutor her? She needed to know everything. 

“He said he was happy to help out with some tutoring to help your grades. He said you mentioned it to him, which, by the way, you didn't tell me you had already met,” she questioned Violet. 

“Oh well, I met him yesterday; I just forgot to mention it. Now back to the tutoring. Where is he going to tutor me, and for how long and how many nights?“ her mother asked her before any more questions could flood out.

“He didn’t say much, but he’s going to call me and let me know. I think this will be really good for you, Violet. It’s so nice of the general to spend his time with you. We should get him something to say thank you,” her mother said, but Violet wasn’t listening. All she could think about was her and James and that smile of his and his cockiness and authority. Her body was tingling all over, and she felt like she was about to explode. Her mother's voice was just a buzz in the background as they drove back home, and just as her mother parked up, Violet stormed out and legged it to her room, ignoring her mother's call to her. She slammed her bedroom door and threw herself on her bed, squealing with delight and kicking her legs at the excitement brewing inside her. 

Her dreams and fantasies were coming true. What had she done to deserve this goodness? Perhaps it was because she ignored the craving for a cigerette the other night that had earned her this reward. And if that was what earned her the pleasure of being with James, she’d very much quit right now. 

That night, Violet climbed into bed much earlier than normal. She wanted a quiet bedroom and a clear mind so she could focus on her thoughts about James. Anyone watching or knowing this would assume she was some sort of pyscho, an obsessor who was stalking the general of the United States Army. However, she was just a girl, a girl finding and discovering what it’s like to like someone, to want someone as much as she wanted James, to feel that spark and tingle everywhere she was near him. Was it his authority that she craved or his tender nature? Perhaps it was both, and it most likely was both, but now she was desperate for him, like an addict to their drug.

Violet closed her eyes and slowly drifted off into a deep fantasy. James was standing there, tall, handsome, and well presented, with his medals hanging off his uniform, perfect polished shoes, and that rich cologne that was like an intoxicating sedative drug that could make her obey and comply with any wish of his. His long, slender fingers reached up to cup her face and stroke her cheek, beautiful, soft, and tender. She was under his spell, and there was nothing she could do but obey. 

As he moved closer, she took a quick breath in and gasped, staring up at him as he towered over her, his dark eyes looming with a slight softness to them, and he began to lean down, his hand creeping under her chin to tilt her head up at his silent command. He was leaning closer, and this was it. She was finally going to be able to taste him. His lips puckered, and he was inches away.

But the blaring sound of her alarm woke her out of her fantasy, out of her heaven, and she woke to bright sunlight beaming on her face. She groaned, slamming her hand on her phone before hiding under the covers. That was her only chance; she never gets to sleep now with the bright sunlight shining in her room. Oh, how she wished she hadn’t put her alarm on last night. She was devastated. She wanted to feel those soft lips on hers. Why is it that when you get to the good part, it falls away, slips out of your hand, and never comes back? But then a thought crossed her mind, and she grinned. 

Violet stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair one last time before chucking the hairbrush to the side and checking herself over. She wanted to look amazing for James. Which is why she spent the last two hours getting ready, curling her hair into soft waves, and washing the grease and grime out of her roots. She had sat and done her makeup for at least an hour, perfecting every little part of it, and lastly, applying some kissable lips that she hoped would tempt him slightly. 

But she was sixteen—nearly seventeen—and he was probably in his thirties. She hadn’t asked yet, but she could tell he was much older, which only added to the excitement of everything. With her hair and makeup done, she spritzed herself with perfume and ran down the stairs in no time, too excited to contain it. As she bounced into the living room, her mother looked at her with confusion. She hadn’t seen her daughter this happy since... well, she couldn’t remember. For the past three years, there have been mood swings, constant battles, arguments, and everything else that comes with raising a teenager. 

Her mother wasn’t sure whether to believe it or not. After so many years of misery, she suddenly became ecstatic, but something just didn’t seem right. But she wasn’t complaining, and she wasn’t going to ask a question. She’d much rather have this Violet than the miserable, sassy Violet she had to deal with for the past three years. 

“Come on, mom, we need to go or we will be late,” she urged, and her mother grabbed her jacket and keys, and they headed to the car. Violet was buzzing inside. Her mother had spoken to James this morning and informed her she could drop Violet off after work and he would take her home. He was taking the time out of work hours to tutor her so it wouldn't interfere with his duties, and Violet certainly wasn’t complaining about it. 

When her mother told her she had to hold in the scream she wanted to answer with, When her mother had left, she threw herself into the bed and screamed in delight into the pillow, throwing her legs on her bed like an excited child. Just her and James together. He was talking, and she was listening, looking, and learning. She was going to listen to every word he had to say, every piece of advice, and every word of wisdom. He was her teacher and she was his student, and if passing her exams and getting good grades would please him, then she’d do her darnest to pass.

Violet was like an excited child on their birthday, unable to contain the grin and excitement in her as her mother drove her to the base. It seemed a little strange that the general of the US army was going to be tutoring her on their army base, but he was the general, and he could do anything he wanted. He had authority over everyone, and if he decided he wanted to blow the whole place up, he could do so. If he decided to fire the entire staff, then he could do so. As they pulled up to the base, it was becoming more real, and Violet felt her stomach tighten with nerves this time. It was dark except for the food lights lighting the entryway and path down to the secure car park where her mother dropped Violet off. 

“I’ll be back to pick you up in an hour and a half, and please be good, Violet; the general is taking time out of his busy schedule for you,” her mother warned. Oh, mother, you have nothing to worry about. 

"Yes, mom,” Violet replied with a sass to her tone before scurrying off to the office base. James was waiting for her at the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets as he looked out for her. Since everywhere needed clearance and an ID badge, she wouldn’t get anywhere without one, so James had to be on the lookout for her. As she saw him up ahead, she sucked in a breath and plastered on a smile as she reached him. The second she was close enough to him, she could smell the beautiful cologne he wore. He was dressed in his usual uniform of dark green with the fancy meddles, his hair all shiny and long, tucked behind his ears, and a few strands loose around his head. 

"Hi!” she grinned, unable to hold back her excitement. 

“Good evening, Violet,” he smiled back with his polite greeting. His formality was still so sexy, and Violet stepped up the steps to stand as close as she could to James. She had to crane her neck backwards to look up at him as he towered over her.

“I trust your mother explained everything to you,” he said as he guided her into the base. It was quiet, and Violet suspected it was just the two of them. As they walked down the hall, with Violet clutching her bag tightly, she nodded quickly, grinning up at James. 

"Yes, she did. Thank you again for this. It’s very kind of you to take your time out of your busy schedule to tutor me, Mr. Barnes.” Ordinarily, Violet would have threw an insult to her teachers, even going so far as to call them by their first names in front of them whenever they pissed her off. But not James. She had specifically called him that for both respect and because it sounded so hot coming off her lips. She would never utter those words to her other teachers, and a faint smirk appeared on his lips. 

“It’s my pleasure. When you said you weren't doing so well, I wanted to help in any way I could. You're a good girl, Violet, and you can get the grades you want. I think just a bit of extra help is what you need,” he said down to her, and she nodded. 

"Yes, sir,” she said, not arguing with him. And the fact that he called her a good girl made that spicy tingle run all the way up her body, and she wanted to moan. She had never been called a good girl before, and she desperately wanted to be called it again. 

James led her to a small conference room on one of the upper floors, flicking on the lights and pulling out a chair for her to sit in. Violet quickly set her books out on the table and sat early in one of the chairs as James sat in the chair beside her, all long legs and arms, sitting comfortably. 

"So what are you struggling with most? We can tackle one subject at a time. Depending on my schedule, I said to your mother that I’m happy to spend every night tutoring you until you feel comfortable, as long as I don’t have anything important to do. Being the general means important meetings here and there, so I apologise if I have to cancel,” he explained. 

"Oh, it’s no bother, sir; I’m so grateful as it is for you helping me. I’m free all the time, so whenever it's best for you,” she smiled. She’d do anything on his terms.

“Good, now why don’t we start with math?” He reached over with a long arm and pulled her math textbook to him to begin flicking through. James was the perfect teacher. Taking his time to explain things to Violet in ways that made so much more sense than any of her teachers could have explained. She listened and nodded at his every word and command, and when he ordered her to do some equations, she sat and did them, looking for his approval on her answers and grinning as she got them right. He had scooted ever so slightly closer to her, his arm brushing hers, and Violet had to physically hold back the moan inside. 

This was going to be harder than she thought. With James being all sexy and dominating, how was she going to concentrate? The way his fingers flicked over pages so elegantly, the paper snapping against the other pages, and his thumb grazing the corner. She couldn’t stop staring at his hands, and she herself had scooted closer to him, just to smell him even more and to get another touch out of him. 

“How is this, sir?” she asked as she showed him her work. This Sir business had been a drastic change over night, and now she felt she couldn’t go back. The word just rolled off her tongue, and James seemed to enjoy it every time, slightly smirking as she spoke it so softly.

“Good, I think you’re finally getting it. Math has always been a tricky one, but sometimes you just need a different way of figuring it out,” he smiled, and she nodded. 

“Thank you; none of my teachers would have ever taught me this method, and if you weren’t tutoring me, I would never get it,” she admitted, and she wasn’t lying. It was true that if she had carried on learning from her teachers, she would never pass, although that may have something to do with skipping class. 

“There was something else I wanted to talk to you about, Violet. Your mother told me you’ve been skipping class and heading home early from school. I don’t want to sound like your mother, but you shouldn’t be skipping class. If you didn't, then your grades might not be failing,” he said, raising a brow at her, and she sighed. Fuck, for some reasons, she just couldn’t lie or act defensively. If this were her mother speaking to her, she would have thrown a fit at her, screamed, and shouted. But not James; no way could she speak to him like that. 

“I know you're right; it’s just that I hate school; I never have done it and probably never will. All my teachers are dicks, and I just hate being in that environment, which is why I skip,” she shrugged, throwing her pen on the table in a huff. 

“Look, growing up, everyone has skipped a lesson or two, even me. But skipping every lesson only means something negative. Detention, suspension, and failing grades. If you want to pass your exams, then you need to be in every lesson,” he advised, and Violet sighed heavily.

"Well, I fucking hate school, so that probably won’t happen,” she shrugged, and James raised his head slightly, looking down on her with hooded eyes. 

“Why do you hate school?” He asked, and she shrugged again. 

“I don’t know, I just do,” she murmured. She hated talking about feelings, why she hated school, and why she was the way she was. 

“Violet, you know we are only trying to help you. You have such a smart mind and are so talented that I would hate to see it thrown away because you got into something you shouldn’t have. It may not look like it now, but I care about you.” This caught her attention right away, and she shot her head up, staring straight at him. Those words hit her like a thousand bullets, her heart squeezing and her stomach flipping like on a roller coaster. 

“You do?” She asked with surprise, and he nodded with a smile. 

“Of course, if I didn't, I wouldn’t be here tutoring you... Now come on, I want you to finish this page.” He tapped her book with a single finger, and she nodded, but not before a grin appeared on her lips. 

That hour and a half went by too quickly, and her mother was going to be here soon. Violet stood as she packed her bag away, and James helped tidy up. “Thank you again, sir, for today; I really appreciate it,” she smiled, and James sauntered over, standing tall above her. 

“Give me your cigarettes,” he ordered with a tone that wasn’t one to question. Violet looked up at him and giggled, thinking he was joking. 

“Good one,” she said, but he wasn’t playing. 

“I wasn’t joking,” he said seriously, and Violet looked up with wide eyes, blinking in confusion. 

"Wait, are you being serious?” She said, and he nodded, holding out his hand. 

“Yes, give me your cigarettes. I’m your tutor now, which means you’re my responsibility, and it’s my responsibility to make sure you don’t get in trouble for anything. You're too young to be smoking, and it stops now.” His tone had completely changed, and Violet was taken back. 

“You can’t tell me what to do just because you're my tutor. I paid for these cigarettes myself,” she argued back with Sass. 

“I don’t care; hand them to me now,” he ordered one last time before Violet groaned heavily and dug deep in her bag to get them. She slapped them in his palm, to which he placed them in his back pocket. 

“Good girl, I told you I wouldn’t have you smoking on this property.”.

“I wasn’t going to smoke them here, just at school or at home,” she shrugged, and he tutted her. 

“Even worse”.

“You know I can just get more,” she told him, and he smirked.

“I know, but not for long. Come on, your mother will be here soon,” he said as he brushed past her, and Violet looked at him  confused. Huh, what did he mean by that? 

Chapter 7

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Not Leaving

Chapter 44

Parings: Steve Kemp x Noa

Summary: What if Noa hadn't managed to kill Steve and hadn't been able to get away, what would have happened. 

Alternative ending to Fresh were Steve wins against the fight between Noa, Molly and Penny

Warnings: Dom/sub, Psychopath, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Captive, Handcuffs, Medical torture, Light bondage, Blood, Controlling

Noa searched high and low of the house, looking for any evidence or clues to who she was. If there was one thing, Steve was a damn good hider and kept everything under control which infuriated Noa. She searched the bedroom again, hoping to stumble upon something that would give her a memory. She had the photo of Mollie in the background. She hoped that if she looked at it constantly, something would come back but as of yet nothing. However there was one room she hadn’t searched yet, Steve’s office. He rarely used the office and mostly kept his work papers in there, insurance forms, research books, and reports he’d done over the years. But there was nothing stopping Noa from looking. 

Paranoia had kicked in and after she looked somewhere, she made sure everything was put back in its original place. Steve was a smart man and he was bound to notice something obscure like an ornament out of place. The last thing Noa needed was for him to catch on to her. Luckily for Noa, Steve didn’t keep the office locked although that didn’t stop her from creeping in, being as silent as a mouse hiding from a predator. Bobby was watching her with confusion, tilting his head, lying submissively outside the room with his head on his paws. Noa turned and saw his sad face and sighed. 

“Oh come on, you’d do the same too,” she said and a soft whined replied to her. 

Noa looked through every book on the bookcase, every file in the e, every box filled to the brim with papers but nothing. It was all medically related and nothing of use to her. She stormed over to his desk, being more aggressive with her searching, rattling through papers and books. Still nothing though. But when she came to open the drawer, it was stuck, in fact, locked was the word. Unless he had something to hide, why would he lock the drawer? The office was technically a shared space not that Noa ever used it and neither did Steve and something about the draw being locked seemed fishy to her. She tugged on it again but it was definitely shut. This only made her more curious and her stomach tightened. There could be something in there, something that would lead her to her memory. 

Finding an old screwdriver in the kitchen draw, Noa set on opening the locked draw. She shoved the screwdriver in, twisting and turning, feeling the lock give way and click, it opened. She drew a breath in, shaking and nervous and opened the draw. Inside wasn’t much, a couple of paper clips, some rubber bands and staples, the ordinary office stationery you would find. But one item caught her eye. A phone. An old one by the looks of it. Black with a purple case. Noa stared at the case and something flashed in her head. 

She remembered. She remembers the purple phone case. Something very minor was now a core memory. She remembers using her phone with the purple case on. Immediately she knew this belonged to her and tried turning on it but of course, it was flat. Whatever was on this phone would lead her to the answers she needed. Luckily the phone wasn’t too old and she had the correct charger for it. Waiting silently beside it, she watched the screen intensely as the bar grew with life, the red block turning to green and the screen lit up. She was in. Snatching it from the floor, she tapped to open it, her eyes lighting up with stars in them, fingers shaking as she was so nervous to find what was on there. 

Password 

Her stomach sank and she gasped. There’s no way she’d remember her password. What was the point of even trying? Her eyes started to swell with salty tears and her lips quivered, her body shaking with grief which began to turn to anger. In a rage, she threw the phone across the room, hearing it hit something and smash. She felt like screaming, tearing the room apart. Why was nothing going right for her? Was everything all in her head and she was being delusional? She shuddered, sniffling back the tears and running a hand through her hair. In throwing the phone, she had broken their wedding picture, the one they had framed and kept in the living room. The glass was smashed to pieces and the frame snapped. Sighing, she padded over to clean it up. 

Clearing the glass carefully, she picked up the frame which was useless as well and placed it in the small trash bag she had beside her. All that was left was the picture itself. She stared at the smiling faces of her and Steve, looking into each other's eyes with love and care, his hand cupping her cheek, her face slightly scrunched. She couldn’t remember a thing from what would be the happiest day of her life. Out of curiosity, she turned the picture over and she froze. She glared at the small writing on the back. 

Photoshop

Surely not. Surely the picture wasn’t a lie. Surely it wasn’t a fake. Photoshop, is the software designed to make anything look real. To put your face on someone else’s body. And looking further into the picture, Noa noticed the flaws. The boobs were much bigger, the neck slimmer, arms with no imperfections. Noa had some distinctive freckles along her arms and body, ones she didn’t take much notice of but would notice anywhere in photos. This body was a clean slate. Even Steve, he didn’t look the same. The hands weren’t his, the fingers slightly stubbier than his long, neatly manicured ones, soft to the touch and gentle. Her heart began to race again and she ran over to her laptop. 

She feared it more as she opened it up, noticing the wedding pictures tab and she clicked. Eyes wide and mouth tight, she slowly scrolled until it was there. The exact same picture, except with different faces, the original faces. Noa froze. The room went silent. The air grew thicker and she felt almost sick. 

“No” she whispered. 

Racing up, she ran to grab the wedding album they kept, holding every picture and memory from the special day. And they all matched. Every single picture. It was all a photoshop, a lie created by Steve. Every picture was of someone different, a happy couple smiling at each other, kissing one another, laughing at one another. Noa struggled to breathe, her body shaking and she couldn’t care to look at any more. She glanced at the diamond ring on her finger. Was she even married to Steve? Was it all just a lie? 

Steve arrived home around six. He was completely exhausted. He had a huge order to fill and one of the girls wasn’t being very cooperative. After a long and painful surgery, he decided to finish up to head home as quickly as he could. All he wanted was to spend time with Noa, snuggled on the couch, drinking wine and eating cheese. He hoped she hadn’t had another panic attack. He thought about it on the way to and from the cabin if he should put her on some antidepressants, hoping to lift her mood and relax her. She was hell-bent on getting her memory back but the pills were keeping her in the state he wanted. Completely reliant on him and only remembered what he wanted her to. It was a cruel thing but if it needed to be done he wouldn’t hesitate. 

As he entered the house, Noa came padding out of the kitchen smiling brightly. 

“Hey” she greeted cheerfully and he was caught slightly off guard as she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning for a kiss. He chuckled softly, staring down at her. 

“You are in a good mood,” he said and Noa smiled. 

“Well I had a good day” she shrugged. 

“Good, I was going to call you earlier but I was so busy,” he said. He wasn’t lying for once, he truly was busy. He now had more work to do now that one of the girls was finished. He used her to fill the big order in and now he needed to find another girl to fit the room. He was thinking about finding someone different to the girls he’s kidnapped before. The market wasn’t interested in males, on females. They taste better and cost more. 

“And I am starving” he sighed and he was about to walk to the kitchen when Noa stopped him, hugging him tighter. 

“Let's go out for dinner” she suggested quickly and Steve furrowed his brows. 

“Out?” He said. 

“Yeah, let's go to a nice restaurant, we can make it a date night,” she said with excitement and Steve hummed. He wasn’t expecting this. He hoped to come home and dive deep into some rich buttery thigh steaks he cut the other day. But if Noa wanted dinner out, he wasn’t about to say no to her and he liked the idea of it being a date night. 

“Alright, I’ll go get washed up” he smiled, moving to the stairs but Noa stopped him again. 

“You look fine, let's go now”.

“I should wash up, I’ve been in surgery all day” he narrowed his eyes a little, wondering what the rush was. 

“What’s the rush, we’ve got plenty of time” he chuckled. 

“I know… I’m just hungry” was all Noa could come up with and Steve smiled, cupping her cheek. 

“I’ll be as quick as I can” he whispered, kissing her lips before racing upstairs. 

Changing to a black shirt and grey trousers with some smart shoes, Steve was freshly washed and ready. He brushed his hair back slightly, the silky locks gliding through his fingers and he spritzed on his cologne, smelling rich and masculine. He jogged down the stairs, padding into the kitchen. Noa was quickly changing as well and while she was doing so, he decided to have a quick snack as he was starving. He munched on the last pieces of ass meat disguised as ham to Noa, melting at the taste. It was sweet and succulent. He moaned softly and couldn’t resist another slice. He heard the bedroom door shut and quickly rolled the wax paper into a ball, popping open the bin to throw it inside. But something caught his eye. 

There, at the bottom of the bin, staring at him was one of Noa’s pills. It was distinctive with its blue and white colour. He stared at it, his lips tightening. He hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was. He hoped she hadn’t been lying to him about taking her meds. How long he didn’t know but he was a smart man and she wouldn’t just throw them away by accident. Steve stiffened, his face tensing as well. If she was lying, and deliberately not taking the meds he wanted her to take, then he’d have to do something about that. 

Noa’s footsteps altered him and he quickly threw the trash inside, wiping his hands and coming over. She looked beautiful, dressed in a cute blue dress with boots and her coat, smelling of floral notes. 

“Look at you, you look beautiful” he grinned, cupping her face and kissing her sweetly. When he pulled back, he didn’t let go of her, studying her face. The pills had no effect on her face, her pupils weren’t dilated or anything so he couldn’t tell if she took them so there was only one way to know. 

“Shall we go” she said and he nodded. 

“Did you take your meds?” he asked, grabbing his coat. 

“Yeah I took them earlier,” she said quickly, ignoring the subject and Steve hummed, his eyes slightly glaring at Noa from behind. If there’s one thing Steve wasn’t, it was a fool. 

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The King

Chapter 5

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

That night, Violet could not sleep. She tossed and turned in bed, fluffing her pillow, throwing it on top of her, kicking the bed sheets, and then snuggling up in them when the cold hit her. She was distracted. Her mind wasn’t clear, and it was all because of James. She huffed as she stared up at the ceiling, in complete defeat over the war in bed.

How the fuck has the guy messed with her mind already after only two meetings? He had her thinking of him every second, every minute, and every hour now. What’s worse is that her craving for him has become irrational and hard to resist. He wasn’t a nicotine addict; he was much more than that—deadlier than any drug on the planet and rare to get. Her only chance of a hit was at her ‘work experience’ and she’d have to wait a full day until she could have him again. Violet closed her eyes softly and imagined him. He had reached forward and tapped her chin with his thumb and finger. He had the softest fingers in the world, and his scent grew stronger with his contact. She was caught off guard by his use of the word ‘fuck’. Coming from a US army general, she hadn’t expected him to ever even utter a swear word.

He wasn’t just a strict, no-nonsense general of the United States Army. He had a heart that cared for others and a mind that was intellectual and straight-forward, and Violet moaned softly at all of that. But in the eyes of the law, this was all forbidden. Her desire for him was forbidden. She still didn’t know how old he was, but that didn’t matter. She wasn’t of legal age yet. Could you imagine the headlines? US Army general scandal with a sixteen-year-old girl. That was a prison sentence waiting to happen, and it made Violet feel sick. Not because it was wrong, but because she couldn’t imagine that handsome man going to jail.

But being the bad, rebellious girl she was, she wasn’t going to let this stand in her way. She was an addict, and she needed her addiction. With her final thoughts of James, she drifted to sleep and woke to a blaring alarm for school. Groaning, she dragged herself out of bed, instantly wanting to crawl back in and make up some excuse for an illness so she didn’t have to go to school. But no school meant no work experience, which meant no James. No, she couldn’t lose any more time away from him. Besides, it’s not like she listens anyway, and she can probably skip last period.

“So how was the work experience?” Lexi, her friend, mocked her with a giggle, and Violet shrugged.

“Boring, mostly just stayed in my mom's office, but the base is cool,” she said simply. She wasn’t going to go into the details of her exploration or how General Barnes had sent off at least three tingles in her body that day. No, that was for her memory only. As long as she kept up this notion that she didn’t really want to go to work, Lexi wouldn’t suspect a thing. And, to be honest, she only wanted to go for James. She didn’t care about the work or what it took to get into the army. She just needed to hear his voice, smell his scent, and feel his touch. She was infatuated by him, and right now he was controlling it.

“I’m going to skip last period and head there early. Rather be there then here and not have to listen to Mr. Michael's drone on,” Violet smirked, and Lexi groaned.

“I wish I could skip last period. But Mrs. Hammersmith is on my ass with the warnings, and if I get one more, I’ll be suspended, which means I won’t have a free house in the summer." Lexi’s parents usually went away in the summer, but after a term of constant warnings, detention, and near suspensions, her parents made it clear they wouldn’t let her stay home alone and would have to go away with them, which meant no summer party at her house.

"Well, we can’t have that; I’ve been looking forward to that all year,” Violet grinned. It was going to be amazing. Booze, smoking, and probably drugs—they were going to have the time of their lives. 

“It’s going to be epic. I’m going to get so much alcohol, and Daniel will be out, so he won’t give a shit." Her older brother was still living with them, but he wouldn’t care if Lexi had a party. As long as he got something in return.

“I can’t wait. Anyway, I’ll see you later." Violet gave a short wave before running outside the school to head around the back. Against the art block building, Axel stood, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing tight, skinny black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, leaning casually against the wall. He blew a couple smoke rings from his toke and smirked as Violet trotted over, holding her hand out for a smoke. He handed her his already lit one, and she sucked in a heavy breath of the spicy smoke, blowing it out slowly.

“I swear you have your own cigarettes,” he said as she handed it back, and she grinned.

"I do, but I can’t be assed to get mine out right now,” he sighed, and he handed her the rest of his while he turned to her, still leaning on the wall.She didn't know how he hadn’t been expelled yet. This boy never went to class, and yet here he was, standing outside, smoking. The teachers obviously didn’t give a fuck about him to even bother expelling him. He was nearing the end of school, anyway.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” He asked, folding his arms, and Violet noticed he had a new tattoo on his knuckles. One was a cross, another looked like a bone, there was a sword on another, there was a skull, and finally there was an ace. It was a strange compilation of tattoos, but they suited him. He had so much ink already, and the idea of getting a tattoo herself was intriguing. Another step into her rebellious side.

“Your one to talk,” she said back, and he laughed.

“I’m joking. But seriously, what class are you skipping? I’m done, so maybe we can go and get something to eat,” he offered.

"English, and that’s a tempting offer, but I’m waiting for my mom. I’m going to her work,” she said as she took the final drag of the cigarette and stubbed it against the wall before pinging it across the lawn. Axel narrowed his eyes at her and scoffed.

“Work experience; since when did you become a good girl?” he teased, and she glared at him.

“Not by choice. Mom wants me to go because my grades are failing, so I don’t have much choice, but I’d rather be there than here,” if only he knew the real reason why. As long as she kept up this facade that she didn’t want to be there and had no choice, then no one would think she was turning into a good girl. She was a bad girl through and through.

"True,” he nodded.

"Hey, can you bring me a couple more packs tomorrow? I haven’t seen my dealer for ages, and I’m running low,” she asked, and he rolled his eyes.

“Fine, it will be $50,” he said, and she glared.

“$50, that's double what it was last time,” she exclaimed, and he shrugged.

"Well, if you want it,” he teased, and she groaned. She did want them, so she didn't have a choice.

“Fine, god, I can’t wait till my dealer is back. I wonder where he is; maybe he’s dead,” she said, and Axel hummed.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” he said, leaning against the wall, and Violet giggled.

"Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said as she left. Her mother was going to be here any time soon. She told her mother that Mr. Michaels had gone home sick, so they finished early, despite the lesson going on right now. As soon as she jumped in the car, her mother could smell the sickly smoke through the cheap perfume, and she sighed. She wanted to bring it up again, but again, she didn’t want to lose this chance at some bonding time. Yesterday was nice to have Violet beside her; even if she wasn’t listening much, she hoped that she would become interested after a few days at her work.

“So mom, do you ever like to talk to the other people in the building? You know the ones upstairs?” Violet asked as they drove to the base.

“Not normally. Sometimes the sergeant will come down or another commanding officer, but I rarely see the general. He’s too busy to be coming down to us. He has a lot of work to do. But if I ever do go up, the closest I get to him is his secretary, Jane. She’s lovely. So is General Barnes. He isn’t like the other generals they’ve had before; he’s very kind and listens. Some of the other generals could be so harsh,” she explained, and Violet nodded.

So there is no chance of James coming down to see her then. That just meant she’d have to go and see him. The rest of the car journey was silent as Violet ran over in her head what her plan was going to be. She’d have to get up there again and see his lovely secretary, Jane. She was jealous of her because she was getting all his attention. The one with beautiful long legs and hair that was perfectly styled. Jealously fuelled in her again, and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to hold her tongue against her. This woman had done nothing wrong; expect to steal James’s attention from her.

At the base, Violet sat bored once again in her mother’s office. Debra, for once, wasn’t being as annoying, and Violet groaned as she stared across the room. There wasn’t much action today, and she was desperate to get out of this room. She had decided she was going to explore.

“Mom, I’m going to go to the store room and get some more paper; I think we might be running out,” she announced as she stood, and her mother nodded, smiling at her.

"Ok, darling, do you remember the way?” She asked, and Violet grinned.

“Oh yes,” she would never forget it, not after James had personally led her there. She practically leaped out of the office and let out a breath. She cringed at her mother calling her darling, but it didn’t stay with her for too long. It was time for the operation to hunt down the general. Pressing the button for the top level, she glanced in the mirror and sorted herself out again. Today she wore ripped jeans and a t-shirt with her black converse and her hair down. Her makeup was smokey but not awful, and she had snuck her bottle of perfume in with her, giving herself a quick spritz before the doors opened to the hallway. She was careful this time, checking that the coast was clear before storming down to his office.

There they were, those two wide doors that held the handsome general behind them. Was he in there, or was he somewhere else? There was only one way to find it. Without any regard for anyone or anything around her, she reached for the door and moved to open it when a sharp voice made her jump.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” She turned and saw a scolding Jane staring at her from her desk. She stood tall, like a giraffe, and placed her hands firmly on her hips. As if she could just open the door to his office and invite herself in—what a stupid plan that was. The high security of Jane was placed directly outside his office.

“Oh, is General Barnes in?” She asked simply, and Jane scoffed.

“Excuse me,” she repeated, and Violet narrowed her eyes and brows.

“Is he in his office?” She repeated herself with sass in her tone, and Jane laughed.

“That is none of your business. This office is highly classified; you cannot just come up here and waltz in like this is your home. And why are you even here?” Jane had emerged from her desk and stepped around to stand before her, towering over Violet like a tall skyscraper. She really was tall, but was that just because of the heels? Violet didn’t back down, however. She wasn’t going to let this beauty on her legs tell her what she could and couldn’t do, even if it was in the general’s office.

“General Barnes told me to meet him up here yesterday,” she said through her teeth. She hadn’t even thought about it; the words just came out before she could even think, and Jane looked at her with confusion.

“General Barnes would have notified me of this. If you need to speak to him, you’ll need to make an official appointment. Besides, you don’t even look old enough to be up here,” she scolded at her, and Violet’s face grew red with anger.

“Well I-“ The door to the office swung open, and James stood tall and proud at the opening of his office. A quick glance from tall to short gave him all the information he needed, and he stepped out.

“General I'm sorry about this; I was just telling this young lady she shouldn’t be up here. She insisted you told her to meet you, but I wasn’t certain." Jane began with a sweet voice, her scolding one pushed back into storage while she spoke to the highest-ranking man between them, and he gave her a soft look.

“Miss Smyth, it’s alright. Violet here is on work experience; her mother works in the office down stairs, and we have met already.” He offered Violet a kind smile, and she smiled back before smirking at Jane, who huffed through her flared nostrils.

“Sir, I can take her back down if you like,” she offered, and Violet glared, ready to put up a fight. No, she needed her hit from him, and if she didn't, she’d be shaking and shivering all night.

"No, it’s fine. I’ll deal with her. In fact, I was wondering if you could head over to the training base and ask for the sergeants reports on the programmes if you wouldn’t mind." Jane had no choice but to smile and nod before grabbing her jacket and heading down the hallway. Yes, finally they were alone, and Violet turned to him, trying not to show the big grin on her face as Miss Giraffe walked away. Yet again, she had won against his staff. But as she looked up, she didn’t meet the soft, kind eyes she had hoped for. No, these ones were darker and harder, with a stiff line in his lips, giving the impression he wasn’t quite pleased.

“Really, lying?” He scolded, and she shrugged.

“What else was I supposed to say?” She answered, and James sighed, turning around and heading back to his office, but not without a command.

“Come in,” he called, and Violet felt her stomach flip. She was actually going into his office. Just yesterday, he sent her away from this classified area of the building, and now he was bringing her in. This man was a mystery, one that she couldn’t quite solve. She stepped in, and the door shut behind her firmly.

His office was huge. With a big oak desk against the far wall and big windows looking over the beautiful large lawn across from the building, there was a big leather chair behind the desk and two comfy ones in front. His desk held a fancy computer with a sleek keyboard and mouse, along with two pens stuck in ink pots. The office was littered with pictures in sturdy frames, an American flag in the corner, and maps on the wall. Very professional and clearly classified.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed in here,” she said as James came to stand at his desk, leaning on the edge of it. He was dressed in his general's uniform again, which fitted him so perfectly with his long legs and polished dress shoes. He looked sensational, and Violet was trying to hold it together, keeping herself from staring at him.

"Well, you’re under my supervision, so if anything happens, then I’ll be the one to get in trouble,” he said with reassurance, and Violet relaxed. As if he were putting his job on the line by bringing a sixteen-year-old girl into his classified office. James wasn’t stupid, though. The information in the room had no classification whatsoever. Everything that didn’t need to be spread across the whole world was on the safely locked computer, and storage draws were under his desk, locked by a key that he kept in his pocket at all times. There was nothing Violet could see and take home with her that would affect this country.

“Breaking the rules for me then,” she slightly grinned.

"Well, if we’re on the subject of breaking rules, I did say you shouldn’t be up here,” he warned her, and she sighed.

“I know, but I was getting bored down there. Not that my mom's job is boring, but maybe that side just isn’t for me. You secretary’s job sounds interesting, though.” That was the dream. To be this man's secretary and be at his beck and call, obeying every order and command, and James chuckled softly.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t want to do that. And she’s not a secretary; she’s an adjutant,” he said.

“Which is basically your secretary?” Violet clarified, and he slowly nodded.

“Why did you lie to her and say I wanted to meet you?” He asked.

"Well, how else was I going to get up here? I’m more interested in what goes on up here; again, no offence to my mom, but this stuff is way more interesting.” She took a step forward to explore the office when a hand shot out and stopped her in her tracks. Again, there was nothing Violet would be able to see, but James had an instant reaction to stop her from walking around his desk. His hand had come into contact with her chest, and she stopped, looking up with wide eyes at him. His touch had sent off a spark inside her, and she never wanted him to remove his hand.

“Stop. If you’re going to be in my office, you’ll stay there where I can see you,” he said firmly, and Violet was at a loss for words. Ordinarily, she would have sassed back, but there was nothing brewing in the back of her throat to snap at him with, so obediently she stepped back. His sudden change of authority sent a tingle through her, and she bit her bottom lip to distract her from her cheeks heating up. He was so quick to command her, and she fell in line, like a soldier to their officer. His hand dropped beside him with a slap to his thigh, and his face softened from the hard, stern look he had given her on command.

"Fine,” she huffed, acting like she wasn’t just reprimanded by him, and James smirked.

“You’ve been smoking,” he pointed out, and she gave him a pointed look.

“How did you know?”. She had sprayed herself a hundred times with her perfume, and yet he could still smell the sickly scent of tobacco on her. It made her a little embarrassed that he could smell it, and she instantly wanted to get her perfume bottle out and spray it all over her so he wouldn’t think she smelled awful. If that wasn’t one way for her to quit smoking, she didn’t want him to smell the smoke on her. Perhaps because she knew that smokers smelt awful and the disgusting scent made them curl their noses in disgust and find them unattractive. Maybe it was time to invest in a more expensive perfume that lasted longer. The cheap ones from Walmart only last an hour or less. 

"I can smell it on you. Trust me, being in the army for fourteen years means I can tell when someone’s been smoking.”.

“Maybe I was just hanging around a smoker today,” she pointed out as a possibility. She had been hanging around Axel today, but she did have the rest of his cigarettes, so she wasn’t out of the loop.

“With the two times I’ve met, you were intending to smoke, and you admitted to smoking, so I’m going to go with my gut,” he smirked.

“Damn, your good." James chuckled and pushed himself off the desk.

“Look, I don’t mind you being here for work experience, but what I do ask is that you be respectful here and refrain from smoking. Besides, you are underage, and if I see you smoking myself, I will personally confiscate your cigarettes and have to report it to your mother,” he warned. Violet would like for him to confiscate her cigarettes himself. To watch him slip them in that uniform dress jacket of his and walk off with them, scolding her for being a bad girl. She’d like that very much.

“I’m sure my mom already knows I smoke; I don’t know why I hide it from her, to be honest.” She hadn’t ever thought about it, but she had been so used to covering it up that she carried on.

“Because you know you shouldn’t be doing it,” he offered.

“Maybe. I guess I’m just used to hiding it from her that I just naturally do so.”.

“Perhaps that’s a reason to quit,” he said, and Violet scoffed.

“No way,” she said quickly.

“What if I told you you couldn’t be here unless you quit?”.

“Is it here in your office or here on the grounds?” Violet asked.

“Here on the grounds, on the base, completely. You know I have complete authority over who comes in here,” he smirked.

“Well then, I guess I better quit,” and she would do so in a heartbeat, just for him. If he really wanted her to quit, then she’d flush every last stick down the toilet. She only had two years to go before she'd be eighteen, and she’d have the freedom to do whatever she liked. Plus, her birthday was coming up soon, and that meant only a year before no rules and complete freedom.

"But you know I can just do it again when I’m eighteen. My birthday is next month, so that only leaves a year left until I can do whatever I want,” she grinned.

"Well, who knows, you might have changed by then,” he shrugged.

“Hopefully not; I’ll be a bad girl for the rest of my life.” It was more than likely she’d be leading down that road.

“We’ll see,” he whispered.

“Why do you care if I smoke or not?” She asked, folding her arms tightly. She really wanted to know about his obsession with it.

"I told you it’s my duty to protect the people around me. You are too young to die now. You have your whole life ahead of you, and I’d hate for you to miss out on it." Again, he had shown his compassion and heart for her, as if he were the only person who truly cared about her. Violet softly smiled and hid her eyes from him. He had sent that tingle up in her body again just from his kind protective words.

James glanced over at the window before walking over to Violet and placing a hand on her back as he led her to the doors. “Jane is coming back, and I don’t think she’d like to see you in my office,” he admitted, and Violet gasped softly as she looked up at him.

"So you purposefully gave her some random job so she wouldn’t be sitting outside,” she said, and James only smirked as he opened the door. He didn’t admit to it, nor did he deny it.

“You are sneaky,” she grinned as she stood outside his office like a good girl.

“Not sneaky, just smart. Go on. I’m sure this isn’t the last I’ll be seeing of you,” he smiled, and Violet shook her head.

“Of course not, same time tomorrow,” she joked, and he chuckled, and with that, he calmly shut the door, leaving Violet in the silent hallway.

After a couple more hours of watching her mother work, she took a trip to the bathroom just before they were going to leave. She had spritzed herself again with perfume, now conscious that everyone could smell it on her, and made her way out of the bathroom to meet her mother at the front doors. But as she turned the corner, she stopped in surprise as James stood talking to her mother. He easily towered over her, like he did with everyone here.

Violet watched with wide eyes as her mother nodded excitedly and beamed at him with a smile, grinning. She heard her say a million thanks before she stormed over there, and James turned his head at the oncoming girl.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She immediately said it, a somewhat nervous voice in her throat, and her mother turned to her with a grin.

“General Barnes has very kindly offered to hold a tutoring session with you to help with your grades.”.

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Red Ties

Chapter 39

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

Mary awkwardly followed James down the long hallway to the grand doors at the end. The halls of this hotel, BDSM Club, whatever it was called, were clean and simple. The hallway was lit with warm lights and a deep carpet with cream-coloured walls. The doors were deep wood with gold locks and were evenly spaced out, indicating the rooms themselves were large, and Mary wondered if they all looked the same. As they reached the door at the end of the hallway, her stomach flipped with caution.

Just a few hours ago, she was excited and curious about this club that James talked about and was about to step into his dark personal room of pain and pleasure. But after her encounter with Natalie, that feeling was replaced with nervousness and questions. She was questioning herself. Was she enough for James? Natalie knew all his needs and wants. She was his submissive for so long that she knew him inside and out, knowing every button to press to please him. Mary was nothing like her. Even her looks were of a higher standard. The way her breasts looked in that tight latex dress, her long, dark hair cascading down her slim body—compared to her, Mary was plain Jane. 

Why would James pick her over someone who could please him down to a T? Mary was a novice to this whole submissive, BDSM world, so why would he pick someone so inexperienced when he could easily have someone who knew what they were doing? It was so confusing, and yet another hurdle had been thrown at them. It seemed like lately everything was a test for their relationship, and Mary was starting to overthink it again. No matter how much James assured her and comforted her that she was the one for him, there was always something in the way. Natalie was obviously jealous and was quite vocal about it, and Mary didn’t want the girl to win, but she couldn’t escape the facts. 

James pulled out his personal key to the door, inserting it slowly and turning it; the click almost echoed down the silent hallway, and Mary’s stomach flipped. He opened the door, revealing his personal playroom, dungeon, whatever you wanted to call it, and Mary’s breath was taken away. If she had been surprised and stricken by his closest secret, then she was in for an even bigger surprise. 

The room was huge, with warm lights imbedded into the high ceiling. To the right side of the room was a large bed, kind of sized with four posters, and a ceiling made from dark mahogany. The sheets were black and neatly tucked away. Each poster had a gold ring drilled into the wood, for obvious reasons, and the same on the headboard. Above the ceiling were more rings, and Mary imagined they were for the same reason. She suddenly envisioned a girl hanging from those rings on ropes, hanging at his mercy, and she imagined they could be tied in all sorts of positions. 

Across the far wall were hundreds of implements. Floggers, canes, riding crops, belts, paddles, whips, and single tails, as well as long electric cattle prods and sticks, each hung on their own hook, ranging from the least to the most dangerous. As she stared at them, her body shivered as she imagined the type of pain they could inflict. She had only experienced the cruelty of the riding crop as well as its pleasure, but looking at the scary canes and long whips made her cringe. She wasn’t ready for those yet. 

At the wall behind the bed hung bundles of different ropes, different lengths, leather cuffs, belts, straps, harnesses, chains, and handcuffs, each hanging on their own hook as well. She never imagined there could be so many different types of cuffs and bondage gear. Across the room at the other end was a built-in wardrobe set of cupboards and draws beside another door leading to the ensuite. In the cupboards and drawers, there were more toys. Different outfits range from leather, latex, stockings, playful outfits, including school girl uniforms, nurse outfits, and sexy lingerie with matching heels. Bondage gear consists of masks, hoods, gags, blindfolds, nipple clamps, candles, and more electrical play gear. The room also held a large couch, a plush armchair, a St. Andrews cross, and a padded leather bench. Above the ceiling were more hanging rings on a rig that could be pulled down. There wasn’t one thing James didn’t have in his room. 

He had many submissives over the years of opening his club, and just because Natalie was his regular didn’t mean he didn’t divulge into other women and their needs. Some liked masociative pain; others enjoyed intense pleasure. Some enjoyed role-playing, while others enjoyed humiliation. He wasn’t just here to be pleased; he was there to please their needs. 

It was all so intimidating and overwhelming that Mary hadn’t realised James had shut the door, leaving them to privacy, and had pressed a hand to her shoulder, making her jump back to reality. She turned to him with a flushed face but pale eyes, and he frowned.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and she sighed. 

“Yeah… I just wasn’t expecting this,” she giggled nervously as she rolled her eyes at the hugeness of the room. But that wasn’t the only thing on her mind. She hated that Natalie had gotten to her, making her think about her and wondering if she was any good for James. She didn’t want to argue; they had such a nice couple of days since the argument about Reverend McCarthy, and now this. It seemed like they were never going to relax again. 

“Yeah, it’s a lot,” he agreed as he looked around as well. 

There was an awkward silence, and Mary sighed, turning to him. She had to ask him; it was only going to play on her mind, and if they were going to enter the world of pleasure and pain, she wouldn’t be able to focus if this was running through her head. 

“Why are you with me?” She asked straight up, and James looked at her, furrowing his brows as if he were annoyed.

“What?” He said. 

“I mean, you could have Natalie or anyone else who knows all about this stuff and probably does it better than me; why would you pick me over her?”.

If James didn’t love her so much, he would have slapped her right then and there for saying something so stupid. But that definitely wasn’t the answer to this question. He scoffed and shook his head. 

“How could you ask something so stupid? That display she just made is exactly why I’m not with her. Just because she was my submissive for so long doesn’t mean I feel the same way about her as I do about you. I never once loved her like I do you,” he exclaimed, and Mary stared at him with wide eyes. 

Love her. Did he actually just say he loved her? The words had come so quickly from James’s mouth that he didn’t bother to try and stop them, and for a minute he didn’t realise he had uttered them until Mary squeaked them back.

“You love me,” she whispered, and James took a breath as silence fell between them. There was no going back now, and he didn’t want to. He never wanted to go back. Not to Natalie, not to any of the girls he had fucked. He only wanted her. He wanted every inch of her forever and ever. He never wanted anyone but himself to touch her, kiss her, or fuck her. He wanted all her first, and so far he has gotten every single one of them. 

“Yes. I do. Natalie is a sub, someone I used to fuck. You are my girlfriend, someone I love. I don't know her or anyone else, ever. I only want you,” he had stepped forward, his voice softening, and he reached up and took her face in his hands, cupping her gently and lifting up her chin. His fingers curled around her jaw and under her chin, and she rested in his soft hold. It was the first time he had called her his girlfriend, and it was a strange feeling. Not because she didn’t want to be, but because they hadn’t used labels up until now. Mary stared up at him with wide eyes and silence. 

“I love you,” he said it again, and this time it sank in further. And right there and then, Mary could not hold back her feelings for him, and she said the words without thinking as well. 

“I love you too,” she whispered, as if she were committing a crime. James stared at her and softly smiled, his lips curling at the corners, and he pulled her face up to kiss her deeply and slowly. She leaned into his kiss and melted into his touch. The words were out, and there was no going back. James held her tighter, his fingers clutching her face harder, and he pushed her backwards onto the bed, her knees buckling, so she fell. He fell on top of her, pinning her to the bed, and kissed her again. As he pulled away, they both caught their breath and stared at each other. 

“Don’t worry about Natalie. She’s just jealous; she’ll get over it,” he assured, and Mary nodded. Right now she wasn’t thinking about her; in fact, the moment he had uttered those three words, she had left her mind straight away. She had won this fight. Mary one, Natalie zero. 

James pressed a teasing peck to her lips before smirking as he pushed up from her. Mary stayed there, pressed into the soft, dark sheets with her arms out and her hair a wild mess, as she watched with curiosity as James padded to the wall with the hundreds of bondage ropes and cuffs. He meticulously picked up a pair of leather cuffs, a bundle of rope, and what looked like a stiff bar with cuffs on either side. He carried the items back to the bed and threw them beside Mary, the cuffs landing with a clink, and she felt her stomach flip. Just a minute ago, they were confessing their love, and now he was ready to divulge it in a hot kinky play. James placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned on top of her, a darkness across his face as his smirk deepened. 

“Now, I think it’s time we do what we intended to do,” he whispered, and Mary felt her cheeks heat, and she couldn’t help but see the excited girl appear on her lips. She was stripped naked, pulled over to the clear wall, and pressed against it. James eagerly buckled the cuffs around her wrists, pulling them tight before roughly turning her against the wall. Her face was pressed against it. The tingles in her body grew, and her pussycat twitched. How did getting tied up make her wet already? 

James placed what was called a spreader bar between her legs, explaining its purpose was to keep her legs open so she couldn’t close them. Her wrists were tied to two small rings drilled into the wall by the bundle of rope, and she was completely at his mercy, her back and ass on show for him. As he buckled the last buckle around her ankle, he ran his hands up the inside of her legs, across her thigh, and one hand cupped her wet, hot mound. 

Mary moaned against the hard wall, gripping the small piece of rope she could grab. Her lips pressed into the polished wood, leaving wet marks as James pressed a finger to her wet slit, teasing her as he pressed against her body, his lips so close to her ear. 

“God, you’re already wet, and I’ve only tied you up.” It was almost an insult, and that turned her on even more. The seriousness in his voice was a change from his gentle voice, and Mary was enjoying it. His finger gently rubbed back and forth, teasing her and sending tingles up and down her body. She yanked against her restraints, and the spreader bar was the most torturous of them all. The ability to not be able to press her legs together was both infuriating and addicting. She would receive every last bit of pleasure. James chuckled evilly in her ear and dropped his hand from her aching pussy, walking over to the wall of torture, deciding which implent to pull out. 

Mary groaned and looked over her shoulder, getting just enough room to see what he was doing. She watched as James lazily walked over her clothes, having no regard for them. He was still fully clothed in his suit, and she wondered when he was going to undress. She wanted to see that fine body of his, feel his tough abs pressed against her back, and feel his long, strong arms wrapped around her body. 

She softly gasped as he ran his fingers over every implement, teasing her from afar. He could stop at any moment and pick one of the more dangerous ones. But he wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to subject her to the masochistic torture some of the other girls live for. Not yet, anyway. Finally, he stopped at a large flogger with a hard handle and several leather strands. It was black all over, matching his suit, and he picked it up and gripped it hard across the handle. As he turned, Mary quickly turned her head back to the wall, as if she were going to get caught. 

His light footsteps sounded so heavy in the silence, and as he reached her, his lips pressed against her ear again. “Do you remember what the safe word is?” He asked, and Mary swallowed. 

“Red and Mercy, sir,” she answered, and he grinned, pressing a kiss on her neck. He pulled back, and suddenly she felt the strands of the flogger press against her back. They were torturers. running across her skin and teasing her with their softness. She knew they weren't going to be soft, and she shivered against them. James brushed the ends of the strands across the backs of her legs, and she flinched, pushing herself against the wall. When was it going to end, and would she feel their real intentions? 

And then it came. the thudding pain that was released on her bare back. The strands flicked and whacked her, sending a harsh tingle across her body. She yelled at the first hit, pressing into the wall and pulling on the restraints. The spreader bar was making things very difficult for her, keeping her in place and leaving no room for resistance or movement, just as James wanted to see her squirming and trembling. 

James flicked the flogger against her body again, and she gasped at its second hit. Her back was heating up quickly with every hit and turning a bright red colour, flush against her pale skin. It was getting warm, and a numbness was beginning to radiate across her body. But the pain was making her pussy drip, and she felt her pussy heating up, unable to hold back the pleasure. James worked so elegantly, throwing the flogger in all directions, across her back, down her thighs, and over her shoulder blades. She couldn't escape it. 

Finally, the flogging stopped, and James stood a step forward, pressing his palm against her burning back. The touch was worse than the flogger, and as he pressed it in the centre of her back, she hissed and yanked at the cuffs. "Shhh," he hushed into her ear, running a light hand over the redness, his fingertips gently brushing her almost bruised skin. In a few places, the skin had broken and left red welts, and he gently ran his fingertips over them. Later, he would properly take care of those areas. 

When he reached a hand between her legs, she was soaking. He pushed a finger inside her, and she moaned, falling into his hand and letting go of the restraints. James curled his finger inside, his thumb reaching out to her clitoral area and rubbing circles against her sensitive good spot. She shivered into his hand, and James pressed his lips against her neck, biting gently and then hard, leaving bite marks on her skin. He wasn't able to hold back now. He was in full-dominant mode now. 

Moans, groans, and begs escaped her as James led her to orgasm. His finger worked faster as she crumpled against the wall, breathing heavily and shaking his fingers. The pain in her back was a blur now, and the pleasure of her orgasm was more torture than the flogging. 

"Oh, please," she begged, and James chuckled softly in her ear. 

"Please, what?' he teased.

"Oh, please, can I..." She felt embarrassed just saying the words. 

"Can you say it?" he commanded, and she whimpered. 

"Please, can I come?" She whispered with bright red cheeks. Whether that was from the humour or the whole ordeal, she didn't know, as long as she got what she wanted. 

James rubbed faster and uttered the precious words, granting her the right to orgasm. She came into his hand, the juices falling onto his fingers and coating them. Her body spasmed, and she was complete with exhaustion, falling into the cuffs and against the wall with no energy. She huffed and puffed against the wall, fighting the exhaustion that threatened her. James untied her, catching her as she fell into his arms. She carried her over to her, laying her down gently on her stomach as her back was still sore. 

Mary cracked an eye open, and a grin appeared across her lips as James gathered the aftercare creams and lotions from the cupboard. She loved this bit the most: James massaging her with his big hands, touching every inch of her body, and pressing soft kisses on those tender places. 

"That was... different," she whispered, and James softly laughed under his breath as he climbed on the bed. 

"Different good or different bad?" he asked with a raised brow. 

"Different good," she claified, and he grinned. He poured a heap of lotion onto his hand and began to gently rub it into her back. massaging her shoulders, around her sides, and over her hips. 

"What about you?" A sudden thought came over her as he rubbed the lotion into her skin, watching its white colour dissolve and soothe her sore back. 

"I'm sorry?" he asked, confused as he ran his hands all the way to her neck and through her hair. 

"I mean, you didn't get any pleasure," she said, and James slowly grinned, leaning down and kissing just behind her ear. 

"Sometimes it's not always about me. Don't worry, you can make it up to me next time," he whispered, and Mary gently moaned. James finished with a deep heat cream across the very sore parts of her body, an antiseptic cream on the welts, and a kiss to the centre of her back for good measure. She had done so well, taking that beating that any girl could find painful. 

James cralwed up the bed, pulling Mary with him so her head was laid on his chest, softly stroking her hair as she drifted off into a deep sleep, falling to the rhythm of his strokes. "You did so well tonight," he whispered, and she let out a soft grunt in agreement. She was too tired to answer with words, and his stroking was making her more sleepy. 

He laughed softly and reached under her chin, pulling her head up and leaning down to kiss her softly. 

"I love you," he whispered. 

"I love you too," she whispered back.

Chapter 40

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The King

Chapter 4

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

Violet twirled around in the office chair, the never-ending voice of Debra ringing in her ears, and she groaned silently. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea at all. Her mother, Debra, and Wendy mostly typed on their computers while gossiping about each other, or more likely, it was Debra talking and Wendy and her mother laughing back in response. Her mother must have conditioned herself to endure Debra, because how on earth could she survive every day like this? Violet had sat and pretended to listen to her mother while she explained what her role was and what she was doing on her computer, although she generally couldn't concentrate with Debra’s snorting laugh in the background, and Violet’s fuse was getting lower and lower. 

She was getting ready to explode, and sooner or later, she was going to need a cigarette. But she couldn't—not here, not on government property. Surely there were other employees here who went out for smoke breaks; we can’t all be good people. But she didn’t want to disappoint her mother, and this was her only opportunity to even get a chance at seeing James again, so she knew she couldn't blow it. 

“Violet, are you listening?" Her mother said this as she stopped spinning abruptly and faced her mother. 

“Oh, yeah,” she said, and her mother huffed. 

“Come on, you're supposed to be paying attention to what I’m doing." Violet brought her chair in closer and said it in a hushed voice. 

“No offence, mom, but how can I when I’ve got Debra laughing and snorting like a pig every three seconds?” As if on cue, Debra laughed with a snort, and Violet groaned. She was really getting on her nerves. In a minute, she was going to pick up that stapler and throw it at her stupid head to shut her up.

“Just ignore her; it’s what I do; now I wanted to show you this." Violet did wonder if any of the information her mother was showing her was classified, but she assured her it wasn’t. If it were, her boss wouldn’t have let her have her daughter here for work experience. Her mother was showing her some sort of spreadsheet that Violet pretended to understand, and she nodded along. 

"Oh, shoot, we’re out of paper; I just need to get some for the printer,” her mother began to say when Violet quickly got up before her. 

“I’ll get it; I could do with stretching my legs and getting away from,” she silently nodded her head in Debra’s direction, who luckily had her back to her so she didn’t see, and her mother slightly giggled but rolled her eyes at the same time. 

“Alright, if you go down to the storage room, there’s a pack of printer paper. We need 80gsm; otherwise, it doesn’t work, and can you also get some post-it notes? I’m running low,” her mother ordered, and she nodded, eagerly skipping out of the stuffy office and into the cool, air-conditioned hallway. Violet made it her mission to go to the storage room, but at the same time she was on the hunt for something—or someone else. Wandering the corridors, she gazed in wonder at the pictures adorning the walls, the glass cases with historical images, and several tall flags. This country prided itself on its army, and it sent a warm feeling inside Violet.

As she reached the end of the hallway, she saw an elevator. Perfect. The general office must be on the top floor. The elevator had wooden dark doors matching the interior of the hallways, and she pressed for it to go up, bouncing from one leg to another and racing inside. She pressed the number for the top floor and felt it move up. Her heart was beating fast, her stomach tossing and turning as if on a rollercoaster, and she quickly stared in the giant mirror behind her, sorting her hair and makeup out. The doors dinged open, and she stepped out into the busy hallway. 

Several men in fine suits walked past her, but they didn’t acknowledge her or even notice she was there. She stood out like a sore thumb, a thin, petite girl in black and white standing in the corridor of a US army base. It was bright and yet again filled with historical memorabilia. Violet stepped out just before the elevator doors sucked her back in, and she wondered down the hallway, staring up in awe at everything.

There were voices up ahead from two men talking loudly. She decided not to head that way and went down a different hall. She passed many doors but was too nervous to open them, fearing she might enter in on an important meeting or someone she shouldn’t be stepping into. There was no doubt that she shouldn't be up here, but who were they to tell her she couldn’t come up here? She was Violet fucking Wallace, and she could do whatever she liked. If they asked, she’d just say she got lost. Besides, the more experience, the better, right?

Wandering the corridor, she heard a sweet voice up ahead. She looked up and saw the grand doors of an office. Wide and dark, with bright gold handles, she could only imagine who was behind them. Had she found him? Was he just up ahead? Her feet were moving faster than she thought, and her eyes stared forward as the doors grew bigger and closer. But it ended abruptly as she headed into something hard. She stumbled back, and a pain went through her head at the impact. 

“Excuse me, what are you doing up here?” Violet hummed in confusion, catching her balance before looking up and gasping softly. A tall man stood in front of her, most likely the hard thing she bumped into, and glared down at her. He had short, dark hair, and he wore a professional uniform. He had a dark scowl on his face, one that was intimidating and stern, and Violet swallowed. Shit, she was in trouble. She knew she shouldn’t be up here, and the tall, frightening man made her stutter on her words.

“I was just looking for the storage room; I’m here on work experience,” she uttered with a squeak in her voice. It wasn’t like her to get scared and intimidated. She normally would have stood up to someone like this. But this was obviously an important officer of the army, whatever his rank, and she didn’t want to piss them off. 

"Well, this clearly isn't the storage room. This is a classified area; you shouldn’t be up here, little girl,” he scolded, and Violet felt a flash of anger transfer through her. She stood as tall as she could, glaring up at him, and was about to throw a mean word at him, something along the lines of an ugly frog, only because he looked like a frog with his strangely cut hair and wide mouth. "Listen, frog,“ but a voice cut her off—a softer voice and one she had been looking forward to all day. 

“What’s going on?” The two of them turned as James stepped over, standing tall and proud. Violet felt her breath get taken away, as if carried off by angels, and she stared up at him. He was just as gorgeous as she remembered. Only this time he was dressed in his generals uniform, all those shiny medals on his chest, the tie tightly around his neck but still showing it off, the beard still there just as she had hoped. She liked him more with the beard. And those dazzling blue eyes were still there. His dark lashes shadowed them. Oh, they were to die for. Violet got a whiff of his rich cologne, which took over her like a drug—better than any in the entire world—and she had to hold herself together. As James stepped into the circle of the three of them, he looked towards her and the man beside him, acting as if he didn’t know her or had ever seen her. 

“This girl is in a classified area of the base; she shouldn’t be here,” he scolded the general, who glanced at her, his eyes blinking downward. 

“And as I said, I’m on work experience; my mom sent me to go get paper from the storage room,” she sassed back to him, to which he glared at her and took a threatening step forward. 

“You should watch who you’re speaking to, young lady or not.“.

"Okay, thank you, Sergeant." James halted him, pressing a hand against his stomach to further prevent him from moving forward and giving him a pointed look. 

“I’ll take it from here,” James assured him, and the man, now known as a sergeant to Violet, looked back at him with shock. 

"But, sir, she’s-“.

“I said I'd take it from here,” James repeated in a low voice, one that sounded like he shouldn't be questioned, and the sergeant scoffed, glaring down at Violet, who equally glared back at him before he stormed off. Violet hummed in delight to herself as she watched him scurry off in defeat. She liked winning. But she was suddenly brought back to life when his voice addressed her, and she turned to face him. 

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see you standing outside my office,” he said in surprise as he stood firmly in front of her. She wasn’t sure if it was the uniform or not, but he looked taller, and she liked it. Violet cleared her throat and threw a piece of hair over her shoulder, smiling up at him. 

“I really was trying to find the storage room. I’m here on work experience with my mom,” she said innocently, as if she had done no wrong, and he smiled. 

“Thinking about joining the army,” he said with a raised brow. 

“Maybe if someone can convince me to,” she shrugged, as if hinting at James that she wanted him to do that. If he told her to join the army now, she’d sign up without a doubt. James chuckled, looking down at his shoes, and shook his head. 

“If I’m going to be honest, I’d say no,” he said, and she furrowed her brows at him in shock. 

“Really, but you’re the general of the US Army,” she pointed out as if he didn’t know it, and he nodded. 

“Yes, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Long hours, hard work, less social life, lots of travelling—you're too young to be doing all that.” Again, he had told her she was too young for something, and Violet felt the urge to argue back. But she didn’t. She hummed and twiddled a piece of hair around her finger.

"Yeah, it doesn’t sound like you get much of a social life,” she admitted, and he nodded. 

“If you’ll excuse me a minute,” he said. He turned away and walked a couple feet to the left, where a young lady sat at a large wooden desk with gold accents on it. She wore dark black glasses on her natural face, with her hair in a neat up-do. She wore a white blouse and black skirt with black sheet tights and heels. James handed her some documents he had been holding in his hand and whispered something in a hushed tone, and she nodded politely. 

"Yes, sir,” she answered, and Violet realised the sweet voice she heard earlier belonged to her. She was very pretty and looked very professional, and Violet assumed she was some sort of secretary. She suddenly felt a little jealous that she was getting all his attention and not hers. She shot a glare at her, although the pretty secretary didn’t look her way, and stood from her desk, carrying the documents James had just handed her, and strutted down the hallway, adjusting her glasses on her noses. She was tall, all legs, and a perfect figure, and it only fuelled more jealousy in Violet. But as she trotted down the hallway like an obedient horse, Violet realised it was just her and James. 

“Sorry about that,” he said simply as he came to stand in front of her again. His cologne swept between them, and Violet breathed it in deeply, almost moaning at the rich scent. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were the general of the US Army,” she said, crossing her arms as she stared up at him, and he chuckled. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” he replied, and she hummed. 

“By the way, I did have a cigarette that night,” she sassed, and he smirked.

"I thought you would. If you want to join the army, you’d have to quit smoking,” he said, and she raised a brow at him.

“Really, I bet hundreds of those soldiers were smoking that night. I bet you’ve smoked,” she grinned, trying to get some dirt on him, and he shook his head. 

“I don’t doubt that my men smoke, but if you want to join the army, you have to show you’re physically fit to join, and a smoker is not,” he explained. Violet scoffed. She was fitter than anything. Although she rarely made it to gym class, she still had a thin figure, and she hadn't reached that smoker's stage of coughing their lungs out and sounding like one. 

“I’m fit as a fiddle, and I smoke. I mean, not all the time, but here and there,” she shrugged. That might have been an understatement. She had at least two cigarettes a day. She didn’t even know why she cared. She wasn’t actually going to join the army, but something made her want to prove him wrong, and he chuckled.

“Wait a year, and we’ll see. And no, I don’t smoke, and I never have, and I never will,” he said softly. 

"Really, have you not even tried one?” She asked, and he shook his head. 

"Well, you can’t say you don’t own a cigarette; I gave you one,” she pointed out, and he tilted his head up slightly. 

"Yes, you did, but I did that to keep you from smoking it, not for me to smoke it,” he corrected. In fact, the little sin stick was still in his jacket pocket from dinner night. 

“So if you’re not wanting to join the army, why are you here?” He asked, and Violet sighed a little. She, of course, wasn’t going to tell him she was only here to see him; otherwise, she really would look like a creep.

“My grades are falling a little, and if I’m going to get a decent job, I need some life skills,” she admitted, and he frowned a little. 

“How come your grades are falling?” He asked, and she scoffed, looking up from her dark eyes. 

“Because I don’t pay attention in school. School is just not for me. I’d much rather go out and enjoy life while I can,” she smiled with a cheeky grin, and James hummed. 

“But you risk not being able to get a good job and a salary. If you don’t work, how are you going to afford your sin sticks?” he said, and Violet felt her mouth drop open in shock but gathered herself quickly before James could bask in that moment of winning. He had a point: no job equals no cigarettes, no booze, no nothing. 

“Which is why I’m here?” She held her hands out, and James softly laughed under his breath. 

“I see”.

“Maybe you could show me around, tell me what goes on around here, and give me some work experience; perhaps let me in on some secrets.” She winked, hoping he would say yes. 

"Well, as much as I would like to, Sergeant Mills is right; you are in a classified area of the building, one you shouldn’t really be in,” he said with a tilt of his head and a raise of his brow, and both movements sent the tingles pushing through Violet’s body. Oh, how this man was making her feel things she had never felt before, and he was doing such an easy job of it. All he had to do was look at her, and she was begging for more. 

“You’re right; I’m sorry,” she said in a true voice. She suddenly didn’t like upsetting him and wanted to do whatever it took to please him. 

"However, I can show you to the storage room,” he said, and Violet’s face lit up. 

It seemed funny to her that James, the general of the US Army, had the highest rank you could have and knew where the storage room was. It didn’t seem like a place he would ever venture to. But Violet was not complaining. In fact, she was jumping for joy that James was escorting her to the storage room. On the way, they passed a few men dressed in formal uniforms, most likely other sergeants or officers, and she noticed they didn't dare question or give their general a look of uncertainty about the young girl walking next to him. Violet hadn't even begun to think of how long she had been gone and what her mother was thinking; she was just basking in James and his company. 

The storage room was located on the lower levels of the building, and he led her to a plain door, opening it for her and revealing stacks of papers, brown folders, brown envelopes, sticky notes, pens, and other stationery needed around the offices. 

"Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him. 

“Your welcome; it was nice to see you again, Violet,” he said softly, as if he wasn’t going to see her again. 

"Well, get used to it because I’m going to be here every day,” she grinned. She had decided then that she was going to do work experience every day. He was her nicotine rush; even after talking about cigarettes, she didn’t even want one; she wanted him. 

“Are you going to be able to fit that in with school?” He asked with a frown. 

“Yes, I can come after school and on the weekends,” she shrugged simply. 

“Forgive me, but how is work experience here going to help with your grades?” He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, and Violet was a little stumped. It wasn't, but she needed her fix on James and had no other excuse. 

“It’s teaching me about life and what it’s going to be like out there.”.

“Maybe you need a tutor, some extra studying?” He advised, and Violet sighed. 

“My mom can’t afford a tutor, and there’s no point. I don’t want to learn, but I’m hoping maybe this might open my eyes a bit and make me focus more if I know I can be like someone here, someone important, or someone who can actually do something,” she said truthfully. It was the first time the words coming out of her mouth were true and meant something. It did scare her to think that if she failed everything in life, she’d be homeless, living on the streets, and end up being a crack addict and having to sell her toes for a single hit. She grimaced at the image of the homeless she saw during her nightly travels—the skinny, frail men and women begging for drugs and money, the ones without their teeth and glassy eyes that meant they were high nonstop. No, she didn’t want to stoop to that level of life. 

“I’m sure you can; you just have to focus. Perhaps you just need a little structure and some discipline in your life. Anyone can learn if they put their mind to it, and anyone can do anything as long as they put the effort in. You shouldn’t be hard on yourself. I know someone like you who hated school, and now he’s a businessman with a million-dollar company.”.

Violet looked up at James, her eyes softer and lighter than before, and she shyly smiled. She felt a warmth inside her, and she liked it. For once, someone wasn’t having a go at her for failing. Everyone was so quick to judge her, but not James. Even the first time they met, he didn’t snap or treat her like a reckless child. 

"Really?” she asked quietly, and he nodded. And then, to her shock and delight, he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a light squeeze. 

“We can all have a little fun in life; otherwise, we’d be boring as fuck. But remember that life isn’t just handed to you; you have to earn it through hard work, and soon enough, it pays off.” He smiled lightly, lifted his hand off her shoulder, and gently took her chin in his finger and thumb, giving it a sweet caress before dropping and walking off without another word. Violet scurried into the storage room, slamming the door behind her and letting out a shaken breath of excitement, nerves, and wonder. She reached up and touched her chin, just where he had touched her, and closed her eyes, remembering that sweet, beautiful touch. 

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The King

Chapter 3

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

The fucking general of the fucking US fucking army. James Barnes. That was her mysterious man. The man who had taken her sin stick from her slipped it into his jacket pocket as if he were her father. And there he was, standing at the podium, the light glowing on top of him as if he were a god, his disciples basking in his glory. He was intoxicating, as if he had planted a spell on the entire crowd for them to gawk at and stare at.

Violet didn’t even listen to the words flowing out of his mouth, as she was too star struck to even be able to listen. It was as if she had turned deaf and could only focus on looking at him. The sublet movements of his hands, his long fingers with perfectly manicured nails, and the peak of his wrist from his shirt. The glint in his teeth as he smiled earned a hushed laugh across the floor from the small joke he made and the movements of his lips. Everything about him was intriguing, and Violet wanted more. The crowd applauded his speech, and as he stepped off the poduim to return to his seat near the front, Violet whimpered. It was like being left on a cliffhanger at the end of a movie or a series and having to wait for the next one. But could she?

The evening finished, and at the beginning of the dinner, Violet couldn’t wait for this moment, but now she didn’t want it to end. She didn’t want to leave without another interaction with James. She was eager to see him, and as the crowd moved towards the exit, she searched for him as if she were searching for her own child, ducking between people, but he was nowhere in sight. Perhaps she’d never see him again. He is the US Army general, probably one of the most important people in this country. He’s got better things to do than hang around for a sixteen-year-old girl. 

Violet reluctantly followed her mother to the exit door, keeping a couple steps back to get a few seconds more of searching in before she stepped into the dark, cold night. Just as she turned into the hallway to the front door, she looked to the side and stopped midway in the moving crowd, her eyes focused on the beautiful man standing a couple feet away. She wanted to push her way through to him, shove everyone else out of the way to get to him, and bask in his glory. But he wasn’t alone. A couple of other highly ranked males stood next to him, chatting lowly, and she sighed, knowing she didn’t have a choice but to leave. But as she turned to make her way out, James turned his head, and his azure eyes met her emerald ones, and she gasped with excitement. A curl of his lips indicated he saw her and acknowledged her; the way his eye slightly creased as if he were winking at her, and Violet felt a tingle shot through her body. She hummed at the feeling, having never felt it before. 

It was like a firework had been set on inside her; a bomb detonated as a result of his smile, and she looked up at him with wider eyes this time, an almost confused look on her face. James slightly smirked at her but turned back to his colleagues after a few seconds. He didn’t have long, and that subtle gesture would last for hours in Violet. In the distance, her mother called her name, and she had to drag herself away into the sea of people, away from James. She grinned to herself and held a hand to her stomach to calm herself down. What was this feeling? She had never felt anything like this before. 

In the car on the way home, Violet stared out the window, watching the city go by. Not a single thing, but James was on her mind. His smile, his eyes, his voice, and that tingle—a delicioso mix inside her that she didn’t want to forget. 

“See, wasn’t it a nice night?” Her mother said, trying to make conversation, but Violet was stuck in her vision of James. 

“Violet!” Her mother scolded her, and she jumped back to reality, glaring at her mother for taking her mind off of James. 

“What?” She asked in a more questionable manner than annoyed. 

“I said, wasn’t it a nice night?” Her mother repeated, and she blew her lips. 

"Yeah, it was okay, although Debra was getting on my nerves. Mom, I don’t know how you can stand her; she is so annoying, and why are you telling everyone my grades are down?” She huffed, throwing her arms in a tight fold against her chest. 

“Because you’re not taking your schoolwork seriously, Violet. I might take Debra up on that idea of a tutor; your exams are coming up, and I’m worried you won’t be able to get a job if you don’t do well enough,” her mother said with worry in her voice, and Violet groaned. 

“Who cares, mom? I swear places don’t even look at your grades, and anyway, we can’t afford it. Just because their prescious Sally Has A’s all around doesn’t mean I will,” she resorted to looking out the window, and the car ride was silent the rest of the way home. Now she really needed a cigarette. 

In her room, the black dress and hair band lay in the middle of the room, discarded with no respect as Violet sat at her window, dressed in a skimpy t-shirt and PJ shorts and her cigarette in hand, blowing out the window so her room wouldn’t stink of smoke. She stared off into the dark night, her memories of James replying over and over in her head. Some might call it obsessive; some might call it psychotic or sociopathic, but not Violet. She didn’t know what to call it. It was so new and exciting. She grinned at the burning stick in her fingers, remembering how he took it from her so easily and slipped it into his pocket. At first, she demanded it back, but looking back on it now, she enjoyed it for some reason. A man she didn’t know had authority over her within a couple minutes of meeting her. 

She had to see him again. She wouldn’t be able to think unless she did. To get a taste of his voice again, his assertiveness, and his authority over her. She was craving him more than she craved a cigarette. But why did she want to see him again? Was it to rub in his face that she had been smoking despite him telling her she shouldn’t? To beat him and come out on top. She wouldn’t know until she saw him again. Taking the last few drags, she blew the long line of smoke back into the cold air and slammed the window shut before it could make its way into her room. She sprayed the room with a cheap Walmart spray to cover the evidence and brushed her teeth before climbing in bed. School was back on Monday, which meant she had a whole day to think about James. 

Violet didn’t get out of bed until eleven o'clock. She was a late sleeper and certainly not an early bird. Anyone who wakes her up early will receive hell from her. She liked her beauty sleep, certainly on the weekends. She woke with a groan and a craving for a cigarette. It was a normal craving, and she dragged herself out of bed. Her hair was a mess, her eyes tired, and she groaned at the look of herself in the mirror. Her feet slapped against the floor as she entered the small bathroom connected to her room. There was no way she would be awake until she had a cigarette and a cup of coffee, something a grownup would do to get themselves working for the day. 

After brushing her teeth and taming whatever hair she could, she sat at her window and lit up the stick in her lips. As the flame touched the end, she couldn’t help but think of James. Was this going to be a thing from now on? Every time she smoked, she’d think of him. Instead of smoking it, she held it firmly between her thumb and finger, staring as smoke drifted off into the sunny morning, slowly getting shorter. Her chance for a nicotine rush was fading in front of her, but for some reason she didn’t want to smoke it. Just look at it. 

James. He was so mysterious and exhilarating that Violet had to come up with a way to see him again. Her mother was the closest thing to him; perhaps she’d find a way into his company. With all this talk about grades and jobs, Violet thought of the perfect solution. She grinned in delight and quickly stubbed out the stick, soaking herself in perfume before running downstairs. Her mother was in the kitchen tidying away the breakfast she had made when Violet ran in. 

“There you are; I was calling you down for breakfast,” she huffed. 

"Sorry, mom, I was in a deep sleep,” which wasn’t a complete lie.

"Do you want some breakfast?” She asked, and Violet nodded, grabbing a glass of orange juice to gulp down. The nicotine urge was still deep inside her, so she needed something to help it go away. As her mother fried up some eggs, bacon, toast, and baked beans, Violet ran over in her head what she was going to ask. It was a risky move, but she hoped that her smile and pleading would win her mother over. 

“So mom, I’ve been thinking, and you’re right, I do need to work on my grades a little bit,” she started as her mother brought over the breakfast plate. The bacon smelled delicious, and the eggs were just how she liked them. sunny side up. Her mother raised a brow at her and stood firmly with her hands on her hips. 

"Okay, what do you want?” She glared down. 

“What, nothing!” Violet exlaimed.

"Oh, come on, you said yesterday you didn’t care about your grades, and now all of a sudden you do; you obviously want something." Her mother was smart, and Violet scoffed, trying to act innocent. But she did want something. She wanted James. 

“Just listen to me. I was thinking about what you said last night and what Debra was saying, and you’re right: if I don’t get good grades, then I won’t be able to find a decent job. I was thinking maybe I could do some work experience with you, see what you do, and that way, if I get good grades, I could go into the army. I promise, I’m not trying to get anything out of you. I’ve only got two years left of school before I might have to go to college, or I don’t even know what I want to do,” she explained, and her mother stared down at her. 

“Are you saying that truthfully, or are you just trying to get me on your good side so you can ask for something later?” She said it hesitantly. 

“I promise, mom, I want to do better, and face it, we can’t afford a tutor; you work hard enough as it is. Would you be able to ask if I can do some work experience with you?” She pleaded, giving her puppy dog eyes, and her mother hummed, softening her stance. Her mother didn’t want to look like a fool, falling into her daughter's tactics of tricking her, but she seemed genuine, and secretly, she had hoped that one day her daughter would turn around and give up with the bad girl rebel stage of her life. 

"Well, I'll have to ask my boss, but I don’t see a problem with it. I can pick you up after school, and on weekends we can go together,” she said in a happier tone, as if she were excited for her daughter to be working with her. It wasn’t exactly the mother-daughter time she had hoped for, but it was better than nothing and better than her worrying about what her teenage daughter was doing on the dangerous streets of New York. 

"Thanks, Mom; I really appreciate this.” Violet grinned up at her and dug into her breakfast, grinning on both the inside and outside. Soon, she was going to see James again. To Violet’s delight, her mother's boss approved of the work experience. She said they were always keen to have young people come and see what working for the army was like, to bring in new young recruits to help their country. They were always looking for new soldiers. It was deceiving of her to make her mother think she was really interested in what she does for a living—to pay the bills and keep them from living off the streets—when in fact all she wanted was a sneak peek at the general of the US army. Violet had clarified that his office was in her mother's building, which it was. They worked in the main building of the army complex, with his office on the top floor and the administrators at the bottom. It was a strange complex, but Violet was not complaining. Her only way in was through her mother, as she had an ID card. Only members with ID could enter the facility through guarded gates, so there was no option of Violet sneaking in to get a look at her handsome general. 

Monday came quickly, and Violet was glad. After school, her mother was going to pick her up and take her to her office, where she would see James for the second time. She had especially dolled herself up today, her hair brushed to straight perfection, her eyes lined with black kohl liner, and a sparkly lip gloss she found deep in her draws with her best perfume on. She matched her face with a pair of skinny leather jeans and a cropped white t-shirt, hoping the slit across her belly would catch his attention. 

At the lockers, she and her best friend Lexi stood there, with Lexi chewing loudly on some gum while Violet shoved her books in her locker. "Hey, do you want to come to mine after school? My parents are out, so I got a free house,” she grinned, and Violet slammed her locker and smirked, shoving her bag on her shoulder. “I can't; I’m going to my mom's work with her,” she said with excitement, and Lexi narrowed her eyes at her. 

“You, go to work,” she laughed, and Violet shoved her shoulder playfully as they wandered down the hallway to head outside for a smoke. They still had one lesson left, but that could wait. 

"Look, I’m failing class, and so my mom said I should do work experience with her. Besides, I went to their annual dinner thing on Saturday, and there were a lot of fit soldiers there.” She wiggled her brows as they went to the back of the school to hide as they lit up the cigarettes, blowing smoke into the air through pursed lips, and Lexi hummed. 

“Nice. I like a man in uniform. Well, if you get too bored, you can tell your mom you're coming to study at mine,” she offered, and Violet nodded. Although she wasn’t going to get bored at all, Violet wasn’t being exactly truthful with Lexi. She had made it out like it was her mom's idea for her to do work experience, although it was hers completely. But she didn’t want to tell Lexi about General Barnes, the mysterious, sexy man she was already head over heels for. She wanted him to be her dirty secret. And right now he was. She didn’t know how old he was, but he was surely a log older than her, and in the eyes of the law, that was a big no-no. But she wasn’t doing anything illegal; all she was doing was saying hello and hoping to get a chance to either flirt with or sass him. Either way, she kept it to herself. 

Right on time, her mother picked her up from school. After another soaking of perfume and chewing gum, she jumped in the car as her mother drove them to the US army base. Her mother wrinkled her nose at the overpowering smell of mint and spices, knowing full well that her daughter had been smoking, but she didn’t say anything. For once, they seemed to be getting along, and she didn’t want to ruin this moment. She had spoken to Debra and Wendy at work, saying she was bringing Violet over, and they were just as delighted. She glanced over to Violet, who was bouncing up and down like an excited puppy ready to play, and she smiled. She just hoped it wasn’t too good to be true. 

The base was massive, and Violet was in awe of it. They passed a field of troops lined up in perfect formation, following the tough orders of their sergeant. The base was beautiful, without a single flower, blade of grass, or rock out of place. It was historical, with big buildings, flags, and statues telling the story of the nations fighting men and women. Violet was a little shocked, and when her mother parked the car, she didn’t hesitate to get out. The ground was smooth and well placed, with not a single bump. There was little to no mud and perfectly cut grass on every lawn, littered with colourful little flowers. Stone with metal plaques with important names engraved, giving honour to worthy men and women who had died for their country. 

Violet followed her mother into the administration office, watching as she held up her badge for ID and was granted immediate access. If Violet had one of those, she could come here anytime. In fact, if she worked here, she could come anytime. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside. Pictures upon pictures of men dressed in well-cleaned uniforms, medals upon medals littering the front with gold plaques under their pictures sporting their names. It was the past generals of the US army, dating back at least a hundred years. And who was at the end? James Barnes. Violet stopped and stared up at the grand picture. 

He was just as beautiful in real life. In the picture above, his hair was slightly neater, combed back and held by gel; he had a clean, shaven face with a broad smile; and those dazzling blue eyes were staring across the room. He wore a fitted dark green jacket with models, a tie tightly around his neck, and a bright shirt underneath. There he was. General James Barnes of the United States of America. He looked so young compared to everyone else, and staring up at that picture gave Violet a tingle. There it was again—that tingle that made her want to moan out loud. 

She had to tear herself away from the picture as her mother called her over. They entered her small office, which consisted of a room with three desks, three computers, and a large printer in the corner, a small coffee break area, and large windows looking out onto the perfect lawn. As she entered the office, Violet groaned as Debra waved an annoying hello at her, and Wendy joined in as well. She was going to have to endure her own war to win what she wanted. 

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The King

Chapter 2

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

The dinner was in full swing. Small groups of people were scattered around the dining tables; others sat at their named seats with as many as five glasses of champagne already at their names. The bar was heaving with soldiers, ready for a good night. It was a welcome change to see them dressed in smart suits of black, white, and blue, away from the grungy green and brown they wore on a daily basis. The high-ranking staff were here as well, from sergeants to generals, including majors, lieutenants, and colonels. The whole US army of NYC was here tonight. Everyone played an important role in their devotion to their country, and the office staff were just as important as the men fighting for this country. The only odd one out was Violet. She almost felt silly being here, the teenage daughter of an office administrator sitting with men who had seen and heard things that could keep you up at night, wives that had missed their husbands for months of end, generals who had rose up the ranks of the US army to become the leaders they were today. And what was she? A misbehaving girl with a dirty attitude and mouth. 

She sat at the table with her mother and the rest of the office staff. A couple of the other girls brought their husbands along with them, and they were shouting across the table at each other, giggling at the tops of their voices, and slugging down champagne. Violet rolled her eyes at the woman around her. They were nothing but annoying middle-aged women with nothing better to do than gossip about petty women's troubles. Violet prayed she would be nothing like these women when she grew older. No, she wasn’t going to be like them at all. She was going to be fun, spontatinous, and not give two shits about anything in life other than living it the way she wanted to live it. In other words, if she didn’t enter prison by the time she was twenty-five, then what the hell was she doing? 

“So Violet, how’s school? Your mother was telling me you're having some trouble with your grades,” Debra said as she sipped her fourth glass of champagne. If Violet didn’t know any better, it sounded like this woman could take it too far when it came to having a drink. A drink seemed to loosen her tongue, and Violet wasn’t too happy about that. What was worse was that it was obvious her mother had been bitching about her to her work colleagues, saying how terrible she was doing in school, which wasn’t a false fact, but she didn’t need her mother spreading it around like it was the plague. 

She glared over at her mother for a second before plastering on her fakest smile and turning to Debra. "Well, we can’t all be perfect,” she answered, when in fact she wanted to answer with ‘Stay the fuck out of my life’. This was exactly why she didn’t want to come here. 

“You know I know a great tutor; he does amazing work. Our Sally has the best grades in school,” Debra pointed out. Oh yes, of course, her Sally, the daughter she worked so hard for, bought her so much extra tuition to get the best grades in school. That girl probably doesn’t even know what a cigarette is. Oh, how Violet was craving one right now. She was shaking in her chair, hands with a tremor, and the urge to scramble and race outside was getting harder and harder. Every day, she told herself she wasn’t addicted, but perhaps this proved her wrong. Her cigarettes were deep in her bag, and it wouldn’t take her long to go out and quickly smoke. But then the watchful eye of her mother was deeply set on her, and at this point, she didn’t have energy to argue with her. 

But she’d do anything to get away from Debra right now. Any chance for her to brag about how great her children are and to rub it in other parents faces? They were a wealthy family, with her husband working for Wall Street, meaning that Debra didn’t even need to have a job for the family to survive, but she made out that this job was her life. ‘I’d go crazy if I didn’t work. The housewife's life isn’t for me; she’d giggle around others. But she certainly lived up to that name; the diamonds on her wrists and fingers spoke for themselves. They could easily afford the tutor, and it wouldn’t make a dent in their income. How her mother put up with her, Violet would never understand. 

Dinner came shortly, and Violet silently tucked in to the delicious meal. For a six-star hotel, you’d hope the food was outstanding, and it was. A classic French onion soup with cheese and croutons on top, roasted leg of duck with a rich gravy, perfect potatoes and vegetables with a crisp to the outside, and a slice of warm apple pie and custard for dessert. The meal went down well and kept Violet from giving in to her nicotine urges. The shaking had died down now that it had eaten, and she sat back with a sigh as she had to endure more of Debra’s annoying voice. 

“Did you want me to give you a number for the tutor? He’s excellent, our Sally,“ she continued, and Violet had had enough. If she was going to be slagged off in front of everyone at the table, then she definitely needed a smoke. With a grunt and a huff, she stormed from the table, grabbing her clutch, and from behind her she heard the almost sympathetic voice of Debra. 

“Did I upset her?”. 

Violet didn’t care if she would get shouted at later for causing a scene, but she was glad that she did. There was no way Debra was going to speak about her like that. Yes, her grades were falling apart, but Violet didn’t give a shit and probably never would. It was her life, and if she wanted to fail at school, then she would. She prayed to God that her mother wasn’t going to get the number of this so-called fantastic tutor that would give her all A’s. They didn’t have the money for it. Her mother was working enough as it was, and to afford a tutor, she’d most likely have to get a second job. No, even Violet couldn’t put her through that, despite their relationship being fragile at the moment. 

Instead of venturing outside, Violet headed to the bathroom. Luckily, when she went in, it was empty, so she quickly used the bathroom before dumping her bag on the side and fishing for her sin sticks. She glanced in the mirror and grimaced at herself. She looked so different compared to her normal style. She stared at the black dress and wanted to rip it off, which was a stupid idea given she’d have nothing else to put on, so she’d have to endure it for a couple more hours. She could hear in the background someone talking over a microphone and giving some speeches for the guests. It must have been a high-ranking member, so Violet was glad she left at that time. Staring in the mirror, she took a deep breath and stared. 

She wondered what her life would be like if she hadn’t taken this rebellious turn. If she had studied hard and her grades were at the highest level they could be, if she had never met Axel and fallen down the line of smoking, at least she hadn’t resorted to drugs yet. She wasn’t completed fucked. But the drinking and smoking were only the start of something. If she didn’t have anyone to hold her back, to guide her properly, or to implement a little discipline in her life, then she could go anywhere. It was a scary thought—one Violet didn’t really think about until now. The whole talk about tutors and Debra’s precious Sally had spun something in her head, and it made her feel sick. The only cure for that is a cigarette. 

Blowing the breath she was holding out, she flicked her hair over her shoulder and stormed out with pride, a cigarette in her fingers, and a lighter ready to spark and take that first hit that would instantly relax her. She was heading out on a mission. As the door creaked open, the same door opposite opened as well, with a tall man stepping out just as she did. Violet stopped abruptly, nearly crashing into him, and looked up to give him what for, a scowl on her face when she froze. 

She had never seen someone so beautiful, so handsome, and so captivating. He was tall, with dark hair almost to the colour of black but no lighter than chocolate. It was slightly longer for it not to be called short, but not long enough for it to be called long. Strands fell from his head just around his eyes, and the rest was combed back by fingers behind his ears and over his head. It looked like it would glide through the hands and be softer than a baby blanket. His facial hair matched evenly with his hair and covered his jaw and upper lip. It was unusual for army men to have any facial hair, keeping it trimmed when they could unless out at war. 

But what dazzled her the most were his eyes. Pure Persian blue with a slight darkness to them, staring down at her with dark lashes shadowing them. They were both perfect and dangerous. Violet could get lost in them, as if she had been cast a spell by a wizard. There was a rich scent about him—warm and spicy with hints of coolness. He was dressed in an impeccable dark suit of all black, a black shirt and jacket, long pants that fitted him to perfection, and polished black shoes with a bow tie. The spitting image of a gentleman. Violet almost forgot how to breathe for a moment.

“Sorry, are you alright?” He said it politely, his voice smooth and just as rich as his suit or cologne. He was at least six feet, if not a few inches more, and he spoke with a slight authority in his voice. Violet shook herself out of the trance and stepped back, throwing her scowl back on her face. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she almost snapped, exerting her attitude towards him. No one was going to be her boss or make her feel vulnerable. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to nearly knock you over,” he said politely again, and Violet huffed, throwing her hair over her shoulder as if she had total control of this. 

"Well, they do say you should look where you’re going,” she replied, and the man chuckled, standing back, and somehow, by standing back, he looked even taller. “Your right, next time I’ll be more careful,” he nodded. Violet was slightly surprised at his reaction. He expected a little fight from him from a sixteen-year-old girl. Had she hoped he was going to fight back against her? There was a quick silence before the man's eyes averted downward to the carpet. He bent down, his long legs bending and spreading as he reached down and picked up her cigerette, which must have dropped when she nearly crashed into him. He held it delicately between two fingers and held it up. 

“I’m guessing this belongs to you,” he said, raising a brow at her, and Violet stepped forward to snatch it from him. Not her sin stick; she needed that right now! "Yeah,” she said and reached for it, but the man snatched his hand back away from her, and she glared up at him. 

"Hey, give that back; that’s mine,” she ordered. 

“You don’t look old enough to be smoking.”.

“So, why do you care? You don’t know me,” she said, folding her arms across her chest, and the man smirked. 

“No, but it’s my duty to protect people, which means stopping this.” He held the cigerette out again, offering it to Violet, who leaped forward to grab it, but he pulled away again. It was like he was holding a carrot out to a donkey, teasing them to make them walk. 

"Well, mister, you might not know this, but smoking can’t kill you right away; why don’t you come save me in thirty years?”.

“You might be dead by then; it only takes a few of these, and you’ve got cancer,” he warned, and Violet huffed, almost stamping her feet. 

“How old are you?” He asked softly, and she glared up at him. 

“Who wants to know?” She teased back, and he smiled. 

“I won’t tell your parents if that’s what you’re worried about,” he assured, and she scoffed, laughing at him.

“My mom probably knows I smoke anyway, and my dad is probably off stealing something, so he won’t give a shit either,” she shrugged, and the man softened his gaze, a frown forming on his face. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said genuinely, but Violet clicked her tongue against her cheek. 

"Yeah, everyone says that. Now can I have my cigarette back, please?” She held her hand out for it, and the man looked at it before looking back at her. 

“Tell me how old you are first,” he demanded. 

“Sixteen” 

“Who are you here with?” He asked.

“My mom. She works in administration for the office, and she invited me down.”.

“I hope you’re enjoying the dinner. I think there’s going to be a couple more speeches,” he said, and Violet rolled her eyes. What was with all the questions? All she wanted was her sin stick back to go and smoke, and this man was giving her none of it. 

“I would if I didn’t have to sit at that table with all her annoying colleagues. Look, are you going to give me that or not?” She argued, and the man smirked, lifting it up to inspect it before tucking it in the inside of his pocket. 

“You know I have a whole pack in my bag, right?” She smirked at him.

“I know, but at least you have one less now. Seriously, you should stop. You are only sixteen, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Besides, no one wants to kiss a smoker.”.

How dare he! Violet’s jaw dropped in shock, and her eyebrows furrowed in anger. Oh, she was really going to give him what for. Who does this guy think he is, talking to her like that? But as she went to open her mouth and spill out some dirty, offensive words, they never came. He stared down at her, towering over her with his immense height, and she suddenly went shy and intimidated, as if he had this power over her, his eyes holding back her ability to speak. Violet swallowed and took a safety step back from him. 

“I’ve kissed hundreds of boys,” she bragged, despite it being false. She had kissed a couple of guys, but not enough for it to be hundreds. The man chuckled under his breath, as if he straightaway knew it was a lie. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, and Violet looked at him for a moment before speaking. She didn’t have any attitude in her voice—no spiciness, no rebellion. Pure innocence and truthfulness. 

“Violet”.

“Like the flower,” he smiled, and before Violet could ask him his name, a loud eruption of clapping interrupted them, and the man looked ahead of the hallway. 

“I need to go; it was lovely to meet you, Violet,” he said with a certain air to his voice, and he began to walk down the hallway. 

“Hey, you didn’t tell me your name,” she shouted after him. 

“You’ll find out,” he called back, and he was gone. Violet took a breath, her stomach bouncing with all sorts of different feelings, as if she had been on a roller coast. Her shakes were gone, and the sudden urge to smoke had also slid away. Who the hell was that man, and why was he so interesting? Why was he still on her mind? What had he done to her to make her think about him as she walked back to the dinner table?

There was a soft hush around the hall before a man came to the microphone at a small podium. 

“Now I would like to welcome our General of the US Army; he is a former soldier of ours and has done this country great service. I have so much respect for him, and he would like to say a few words. So please give a round of applause to General James Barnes.” The hall erupted in a wave of clapping as a tall man, dressed in an impeccable suit of black with dazzling blue eyes, walked in the most sexy fashion to the podium and stood, shaking his hand with the host of the evening before turning his attention to the crowd. 

“Holy shit”.

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The King

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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The King

Chapter 1

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

Violet glared at herself in the tall mirror in her bedroom, a look of utter disgust at the outfit she was adorning. It wasn’t her usual leather pants with a crop top look, but she had been forced to wear this black dress, reaching just above her knees, with thin straps across her shoulders and loose around her body. Normally, she’d be all up for a tight-fitting number, but this one just didn’t suit her. It was too innocent. At least it was black. If her mother had come in with a pink dress, she would have fought tooth and nail to not have to wear it. She was already being forced to do something she didn’t want to do today, and now she had to endure wearing this cheap old thing with her black boots and hair pinned up. She was much more of a hair-down girl with thick eyeliner and bronzer that didn’t do much to shape her face, although she thought it did. The black brought out the green in her eyes, and her bleach blonde hair was usually in a ratty, powerful state, but tonight it was in a high pony, something she absolutely hated. The constriction on her hair made her want to rip it out. She wanted to be wild and free, not tamed by a simple band.

She was a bad girl—a girl with no rules, no discipline, and no one to tell her what she could and couldn’t do. She was at the top of her year with her attitude and power at school, skipping lessons and going around the back of the school to smoke cigarettes. She brought off an older boy. Her dealer liked to call him, mostly because she forgot his name at the time and, secondly, because she didn’t want anyone else to buy him off, even though the whole school knew what shady business he was into. Violet didn’t give a fuck about school, and her grades were starting to show it. Her homework was never done on time, and over the last few months she had spent rebelling against everyone and anyone. She had sworn to Mr. Michaels, her English Lit teacher, that she had been in detention every week and received a written warning from the headmaster for her absences. Her mother was furious, but Violet didn’t care. 

After-school was even worse. She used to take the bus home, but now she just walks it, smoking her cigarette the whole time before reaching a few blocks to her house, drenching herself in a cheap perfume she found at Walmart, and chewing five pieces of gum before walking in the house. Her mother knew what she was doing; she found the packet in her school bag one Saturday afternoon. She was glad it wasn't drugs, though. Violet hadn't stooped to that level of mischeif, despite her dealer offering her a joint now and then. She declined, although there was the temptation to take it and know what it felt like. Her mother feared this would happen sooner or later. Her father was no figure in her life, and his criminal influence was nothing but a hurdle in the way. But her rebellious daughter was getting harder to discipline, and having no regard for her mother's respect, she was slowly giving up. 

But today, her mother won. After a whole week of fighting and arguing over today, Violet had given up and accepted her fate. She was dreading this day, and waking up this morning, she felt sick to her stomach. She hoped she could fake illness to the point her mother would genuinely think she was too sick to go, but she wasn’t having any of it, and after a row this morning and a slam of her bedroom door, she had no choice but to admit defeat. Today was the annual employee dinner for the anniversary of the United States government army in the New York district. It was a common dinner held all over the United States for each state to recognise everyone who put their hard work into helping the United States Army. Everyone was going to be there. Soldiers fighting for the country, nurses, engineers, technical staff, every rank known in the army, and the chief of staff. It was a pretty important dinner. It wasn’t just a dinner for employees but for the loved ones of everyone fighting and helping the country with the terrible wars happening over seas. And Violet was forced to come.

She groaned at the first mention that she was going. “Why the fuck do I have to go? I don’t work there,” she had practically stamped her foot when her mother had told her. “Watch your language; you're going, and that’s final." Her mother had snapped and stormed off, and Violet had groaned at the top of her lungs, stomping upstairs, slamming her bedroom door, and throwing on loud music to drown out her feelings and thoughts. She wasn’t one to come to terms with how she was feeling. She would bottle them up and throw them in the sea, hoping they would just float away and never return. But the problem with the sea was that things can be washed on the shore, and Violet prayed her bottle wouldn’t. 

So here she was, standing in front of the mirror in a dress she didn’t want to wear, with a plain face on. Her mother had specifically said no thick eyeliner and no messy hair. Her bosses were going to be there, and she needed to look presentable. Her mother had worked for the US, Amy, for over thirty years now as an office administrator. Her job was mostly to take care of the needs of the soldiers and people in the office. Keeping documents safe and secure, forwarding important letters and emails, and gathering information for future assignments and training for the soldiers. Their base was located in the town of Brooklyn, a high-security sealed base for training and discussion. The general of the army’s office was located at the base, with her mother working just a few levels below. It seemed strange to think her mother was working in the vicinity of the general of the United States Army. Her mother didn't come across him often—he came here and there, but not enough to say they knew each other well. But they weren’t having dinner at the base. The dinner was located at the Aman Hotel in Brooklyn. It was one of the most expensive hotels, and they had hired out the entire hall for dinner. There was no doubt some of the attendees would be sleeping over at the hotel, most likely soldiers. Being a national dinner, the whole thing was already paid for. 

"Violet, let’s go; otherwise, we’ll be late,” her mother screamed at her, and she huffed, snatching her clutch from her bed and storming out. This was not what she wanted to be doing tonight. She wanted to put on her best outfit and head out into the mysterious lights of New York City with her best friend Lexi, scoring free drinks for guys in bars and hoping to con some money out of some poor sap. She and Lexi were very good at conning men, especially the rich ones, and it was a weekend activity. Her mother used to stay up and wait for her to get back, standing with her arms crossed and a foot tapping the ground as if to say, ‘What time do you call this? but her words were only ignored as her daughter would barge past her and throw her hair over her shoulder with attitude.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons she was bringing Violet tonight. She had missed their mother-daughter relationship, which had slowly fizzled out as she got older. Being a typical sixteen-year-old teenager meant the days of her daughter skipping home and helping her make dinner were over. No matter how hard she tried to discipline, punish, or even talk to Violet, nothing worked. It was more worry than anger for her daughter. She worried she was going down a path her father had taken and feared that she would end up like him—constantly in trouble with the police, running cons and cheap tricks for thousands of dollars at a time. It was why she divorced him six years ago. She hoped it wouldn’t have an effect on Violet, but she is now worried that it did. 

"Coming,” she spat, stomping down the stairs with her disgust written all over her face. Her mother was dressed in a red frock, paired with nude small heels; her hair was lovely and straight, with a soft sheen to it and a hint of aloe and coconuts. She wore a splash of sparkle on her eyes with mascara and a red lip to match her dress. She was beautiful, and Violet was the spitting image of her mother, as she would be without all the thick cake makeup and tight eyeliner on her waterline. Her mother offered her a pleased smile at her attire, and Violet glared back, complete despair on her face. 

“Seriously, why do I have to go?” She huffed, tightly folding her arms over her chest. 

“Because I said so, each member gets one guest, and I want you and I to spend more time together. Now get your coat; we’re leaving,” she ushered her to the door, trotting behind her as she worriedly looked at her silver watch on her thin wrist. They needed to leave now to get there on time. Violet gave one last groan before snatching her coat off the hook and being forced into the car. There was no going back now.

On the way to the hotel, her mother wouldn’t shut up about who was going to be there and how she was going to behave, and if she embarrassed her, it wouldn't look good for her. Violet merely sat against the window, trying to ignore everything her mother was saying, and prayed that the next couple hours were going to go by quickly. Perhaps she could sneak out later and meet with Axel, another friend of hers who was into some drug-related stuff. Stealing, drugs, and sex. He was a bad boy and a womaniser at the school. Violet admired him in some sort of way. Perhaps it was his no-nonsense attitude and way of thinking that got him everything he wanted. Not to mention, he was fit as fuck. Short dark hair with dazzling eyes and that hint of bad boy in him. Leathers and tattoos that, at his age, you could only get from an illegal tattooer in this city or you had a fake ID, which both of them had. 

However, there was one thing that Violet was still yet to try: sex. She hadn’t been with anyone, not even in a small high school fling or relationship. She hadn’t kissed many people, including Alex Gibson at last year's prom, who had fobbed her off only an hour later for another girl. Violet had called him an asshole and threw her drink in his face before storming off to find somewhere to smoke. Apart from that, she hadn't lost her virginity. It felt like everyone around her was losing theirs, and yet she was still clinging to hers. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to lose it; she just hadn’t found the right person for it. She was a little more dignified than people thought, and she wasn’t going to lose it to some stranger just to give her brownie points. 

They soon reached the hotel, and, to her mother's surprise, they had valet parking. The valet driver at the hotel had kindly offered to take her car to the car park while they headed inside, and she smiled politely and nodded, pulling Violet with her. Violet stared back as the car was driven off, and she sighed. There was definitely no turning back now. 

Inside, the hall was laid out beautifully. Large circle tables with ten seats around and name cards on each plate were evenly distributed around the hall. Long red curtains and gold decor were the features of the hall. The tables were lined with fine china, a wine glass, polished silver, and a table number in the centre, held by a gold stand. It was all very fancy, and there were already at least half the staff there. 

Men were dressed in fine suits of black, white, blue, and grey, polished shoes that reflected the warm lights of the hall, slicked-back hair, or messy; they looked smart and professional. The women were just as beautiful, wearing dresses to every curve and figure, tall heels, small heels, hair up, hair down, and small clutches. A sweet aroma of perfume clouds is interjected with the male aromas of sophistication and richness in their colognes. Violet looked down at herself as she had spotted a group of young women, most likely wives of soldiers, dressed in very tight dresses, some very skimpy and revealing, and thought to herself that she was slightly underdressed. Her mother insisted she wear this dress because it was innocent and smart enough for tonight's dinner. She didn’t want to be made a fool out of. 

The staff of the hotel were dressed in fine suits of black and white with tight black ties and white velvet gloves, carrying gold trays holding flutes of champagne and offering them to each one of the guests as they walked past. Violet tried to grab one without her mother seeing it, but a swift yank on her wrist kept her in line, and she glared up at her mother. So no alcohol for her, and a night of having to listen to her mother's colleagues gossiping about the latest office drama. What a fun night this was going to be. 

“Oh Andrea, over here,” a tall woman waved at her, making a big scene in the hall as she called over Violet’s mother. She grinned and scuttled off to her friend and colleague, Debra, who was dressed in an ugly green dress, not to Violet’s liking, and wore long black earrings, a matching bracelet, and black shoes. Her hair was curled at the ends but looked terrible, and her makeup was smokey but looked like panda eyes. Violet groaned, crossing her arms tightly across her chest as she walked over, knowing her mother would punish her if she didn’t go anyway. 

“Oh my god, look at you,” Debra gushed as she pulled her into a tight hug, careful not to spill her nearly empty glass of champagne. Violet had to hide herself, rolling her eyes. Debra was too much for her, and how she was going to survive this night, she didn’t know. “You look wonderful as well; I love the green, darling,” her mother responded, and Violet nearly gagged. When did her mother start calling her darling? 

"Oh, and look at you, Violet; you look so different and so pretty." Debra reached for her, placing her hand under her chin as if to get a good look at the teenager standing before her, and Violet yanked her head away in disgust. She could smell a sickly perfume on her, which made her want to retch, and Debra giggled. That giggle was the most annoying sound Violet had ever heard, and she didn't want to hear it again. 

"Thanks,” she gritted with a scowl on her face, and her mother tutted at her. 

“Violet, please,” she warned her, and Violet glared at her mother. She was already being tortured by being made to come here; having to endure Debra would surely make her want to kill herself. 

"So, have you heard that Nicole isn’t coming?" Debra dove deep into the gossip around the office, and after five minutes of listening to Debra’s annoying voice, Violet stormed off with a groan. She needed peace and quiet from that woman. How her mother could work with her day after day, she didn’t know, and she deserved a medal for it. If Violet had the opportunity to, she would have sliced her neck open with a broken flute so she didn’t have to listen to her anymore. How nice would that be, silencing her? The idea was a bit deranged, but anything would work at this point in time. 

Deciding to explore the grand hall and hotel, Violet budged through the sea of oncoming guests as they arrived. Soldiers with their wives on their hips, linked arms, and matching ties to dresses entered the hotel, being ticked off the list before entering the dining hall, where they began a conversation that Violet couldn’t care less about. Oh, how she wanted to go outside for a smoke right now and run off into the city to great mischief. She could call her friend Lexi and see if she wanted to sneak into a club. As she reached the entrance hall, the doors were wide open, the New York sun was still setting, and it would only take her a few steps. She turned, pushing her legs further and further to the wide open doors for freedom, freedom waiting for her otherwise, her hair gushing behind her as if she were running in the wind. She was almost there. 

But as she reached the doors, they slammed shut, and she was stuck inside until the night was over. 

Chapter 2

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Red Ties

Chapter 38

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

Mary flipped off the bathroom light and entered the bedroom, dressed in her white robe and night dress. James was looking gorgeous in the dark sheets of the bed with no shirt on, the light boucning off his radiant chest. His hair was messy and untamed from a spicey evening with Mary. She herself was exhausted, and with every step, she wobbled, trying not to blush at the reason. 

but something was on her mind. her apartment. Yet again, she had forgotten to bring up the subject. The subject wasn't even a touchy one or one that would warrant an argument, but she wondered what James's reaction was going to be. Tonight, she wasn't going to miss her chance. It had to be said, and that was the end of it. Mary sat on the bed in front of him, crossing her legs together, and James smirked. He sat up, slowly leaning over to reach for her as if he were going to kiss her, but she quickly interrupted him before he could carry out his desire. 

"So there's something I wanted to talk to you about," she said, and he froze, quirking up an eyebrow. It wasn't like him to get nervous about anything, but after his track record lately, he couldn't be too careful. 

"Okay," he said with a slight concern in his voice. 

"It's nothing serious; don't worry," James said, relaxing back into the pillows as he stared at her. 

"It's just that I'm paying for my apartment but not really using it, and I wondered if maybe we could take turns staying here and there. I don't want to waste my money on it.".

"Why don't you move in here with me?" He hurried, as if the answer were so simple. and it was a simple resolution, but Mary hadn't thought about it being one. She had this perceived notion that you could only move in with a boyfriend after at least a year of dating, like she had brainwashed herself into thinking that. Perhaps it was all the girls around here with long-term boyfriends who didn't move in until they were serious. She and James had only been with each other for four months now. Was she ready to move in with him?

"Oh," she said in shock. 

"I mean, you're practically here all the time anyway, and my house is bigger and better.".

Jeez, what a way to make her feel better by telling her her apartment is shit. not that he was wrong. His house was three times bigger than her small apartment, and it was a lot nicer here, but that wasn't the point. 

"It's just that I'm spending a lot of money on it and don't want to pay for something I'm not using.". 

"So move here. We can sell your apartment, get someone else to rent it, and you can move in here with me," he suggested. A smirk came upon his lips as he rose up from the pillows again. 

"Besides, I don't think your apartment has enough room for what we do in here," he murmured softly, and Mary blushed. What he meant was that her room wasn't big enough for elaborate bondage scenes or her bed long enough for him to lick her pussycat to death all night and have her screaming his name. His gear was all neatly organised in the secret closet, and she was certain her neighbours would not appreciate hearing her scream and shout 'Yes, sir' while James flogged her. 

Mary thought about it for a bit. It wasn't a bad idea, but something was holding her back. Was it because she was scared to move in and nervous to find out more secrets about him? He was right that she practically spent every night here now, as if she already lived here. 

"Move in with me; I want you here all the time," he whispered as he towered over her, and Mary glanced up at him with her bright eyes. 

"I'll think about it," she answered, which meant she had a couple days to decide her final answer. James cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her gently in the silence of the room. Mary moaned into the kiss, and he pulled back. 

"Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you." He said it with a smirk on the corner of his lips. It was Mary's turn to raise her brow at his question. 

"I want to take you to vanilla," he said. His club was the place where big, powerful men came to dominate or be dominated by beautiful women and pay hundreds to thousands of dollars worth of money for it. The club he had started up with an ex-partner and dear friend of his. The place where he was most comfortable. 

"That's your club, right?" she asked. 

"Yes," he nodded. He and Mary had done a few scenes now, as he liked to call them, and he wanted to bring her to vanilla, not just to completely dominate her but to show her who he was and where he could let out his frustrations. She seemed comfortable with this one side of him, and he didn't want to keep his business away from her. She had every right to see and know all about it. 

"To do what?" She asked softly, and James chuckled under his breath, still cupping her face. He ran the tip of his nose across hers, his warm breath tickling her lips. 

"Anything I like," he whispered darkly, and Mary let out a soft moan. 

"Don't worry, it's not some skanky brothel; it's much more sophisticated than that," he assured her, and she wouldn't be disappointed. After her drunken confession to him about how much she enjoyed his dominance over her, he was going to take every advantage of that. 

"Okay," she answered, more quickly than she would have liked, but the grin on James's face said everything. She was curious and nervous, but it was a good type of nervousness—an excited nervousness. James tugged her forward into his lap, throwing her into the bed and earning a playful squeal from Mary as he attacked her. 

Mary finished her shift of independent work. She had quickly hopped back to her apartment to freshen up and dress in a tight white dress and small kitten heels, her hair bouncy and soft with a light layer of makeup. Sometimes she hardly recognises herself in the mirror, no matter how much effort she puts in. Tonight, she was meeting James at Vanilla. He had important business to attend to, and he would have picked her up if he could. 

Mary didn't mind meeting him there; at least she had an escape plan if it was all too much for her, but she kept saying to herself that it wasn't going to be like that. She spritzed her perfume on before running out of her apartment, leaving it a complete tip, and heding down to her car. Her stomach was a sea of nerves and excitement, and the closer she got to the address,the more she felt a little sick to her stomach. 

Driving up the long driveway, she was surprised to see what looked like a six-star hotel from the front. Beautiful stone steps lead up to the front doors of the high building, which has many windows. Outside stood two smartly dressed men that looked like valet parking, and upon arriving at the front doors, they immediately sprung to her, opening the door and offering their hands. 

"Welcome, Miss. Would you like me to park your car?" one said politely as she stumbled out, completely fazed by the beautiful building in front of her. marbels of cream, white, and brown, where the colour story of the buidling and warm lights flooded both the outside and inside. 

"Oh, um, yes, please," she stuttered, and the man nodded poletly before slipping into her car and whisking it away. Well, there goes her escape plan. Mary held her small clutch bag close to her as she walked up the steps to the revolving doors leading inside. It was huge. The reception looked just like a fancy hotel, wide with a long desk at the back. 

Bright, warm lights illuminated the lower floor, and the decor was gold, black, and white with glass tables and marble statues. A soft scent was in the air, not too overpowering to distract. It was quiet except for soft music playing over hidden speakers, and as she neared the large desk, she noticed a bar off to the side. much darker than the reception, and it only showered the front bar with a couple of stools.

Two men dressed in fancy suits were sitting at the bar, slugging down expensive whisky and laughing more loudly than she liked. James was right when he said this place was suspicious. Perhaps it was a cover to stop people from knowing what it really was. But it didn't seem like James wanted to keep this place hidden or unknown. He just wanted a classy place to offer this service and not let it be treated like a brothel. 

The desk was empty, and Mary waited a while, staring around the beautiful lower floor. If this floor was stunning, then she wondered how stunning the other floors were. But then again, this was no ordinary hotel, so most likely the rooms weren't going to be your average staycation room. 

"Can I help you?" she whisked around as a voice appeared behind her. A tall girl stood behind the desk. Dark red hair in big, bouncy waves ran down her shoulders, and dark makeup surrounded her eyes with thick eyeliner and lashes. She wore a skimpy dark brown dress in leather that hugged her body. She must be an employee. 

"Oh, um, I'm here to meet James," Mary said innocently, and the girl stared at her for a moment before plastering on a smile. 

"Oh, you must be her," she replied, leaning on the desk with her arms spread wide and her long nails tapping on the countertop. Mary blinks in confusion at her choice of words. 

"Her?" she asked, and the woman giggled. 

"I'm Natalie," she said, holding her hand out to shake Mary's, who at first thought it was a little strange, but out of politeness, she took it anyway. 

"Nice to meet you," Mary started, but was rudely cut off by her. 

"So obviously, this is your first time here, so you'll need to sign the book." She pulled out a large book and flipped to the most recent page, and Mary was quite confused. 

"Oh, okay." She didn't want to question anything because, as Natalie had said, it was her first time here. 

"Just sign here; it's a legal thing, you know." Her voice was very patronising, and Mary held back her tongue. 

"Okay," she said, giving a tight smile to Natalie, who hummed and snapped the book shut.

"So I'm guessing you're his new sub," Natalie said, and Mary took a step back. 

"Um, no, I'm not his sub," she stammered. 

"Oh, come on, you can tell me, we are all the same here. Did he tell you I was his original sub here?" Natalie pointed to herself with furrowed brows. Oh, so that's why she was being so cold to her. 

"No, he didn't," Mary admitted softly. 

"Oh, well, I was. He used to come over, like, four times a week, to fuck me. He didn't ask for anyone else but me, you know?" She smirked at Mary as if she were trying to rub this information in her face, and she wasn't quite sure how to respond. The Christian thing to do would be a polite nod, but her little demon side wanted to pounce out and shut this girl up. It wasn't the best feeling in the world standing across from your boyfriend's ex while they tell you all about the times they used to fuck and do kinky shit.

"Then he stopped seeing me because he met someone else; I'm guessing that's you." Natalie spat at Mary with deadly eyes, and Mary scoffed a little. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know." She was trying to deflate the conversation, but Natalie had already built up a fire inside her that was waiting to be breathed out. 

"Look, just because you're new, small, and fun doesn't mean you have the right to come walking in here. I had him first. I bet he didn't even tell you about the things we used to do together. In fact, he'll probably ditch you in a month or two and come running back to me. I was the only girl who could satisfy his needs, and I don't need you coming here and fucking that up." Natalie stormed around the desk, getting closer and closer to Mary, almost towering over her in her high heels.

Where the fuck did this come from? All Mary did was walk to the front desk, hoping to meet James, and yet she was arguing with his ex-sub. Before Mary even had a chance to say something back, his voice erupted. 

"Hey, what's going on?" He said it sternly as he came over, dressed impeccably in a dark suit. God, why did he always have to look this good? His brows furrowed as he came to stand by Natalie and Mary, who were at a loss for words. 

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Natalie threw her sweetest voice at James, reaching for his arm, but he pulled away as if he were disgusted with her, not wanting her hands on him. 

"Not right now," he said, dismissing her quickly and taking Mary's hand. 

"Come on," he tugged at her, so they began walking away, a clear scoff heard from Natalie. James was not in the mood for her right now, and he was naive to think she wasn't going to cause a problem. 

"Fine, go fuck your little whore. YOU KNOW I'LL ALWAYS BE BETTER!" Natalie yelled across the lower floor as James huffed, dragging Mary behind her. He furiously pressed the button for the lift and yanked Mary inside, leaving the two in silence. 

Chapter 39

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Red Ties

Chapter 37

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

The week had flown by, and Mary was grateful for it. She didn't want to dwell anymore on the harsh facts of life that had come to her attention and wanted to just enjoy the moments she had with James. He had been so touchy with her recently, constantly grabbing her around the waist, kissing her at any minute possible, cupping her face, and grasping her chin for that spark to ignite in both of them. She wondered if something was up but shook the thought away immediately. She feared this would happen; every little movement and action he took had a deeper, darker meaning to it. 

She couldn't let paranoia get to her. Not everything James did had an ulterior motive, she hoped. But her week had been filled with giggles, moans, and the endless grin on her face. She was in love. Her feud with Reverend McCarthy had died down, and she was back to her normal Christian self. She was being very strict from now on. No more alcohol; alchol and her are a bad mix; no more swearing; and no more missing church. If she broke any of these rules, she'd wholeheartedly give permission to James to spank her for it. He had smirked at the idea when she said it, and he hadn't realised the corner she had backed herself into. 

James, on the other hand, wasn't having such a good week. The business wasn't going to go as planned. Payments weren't being made on time, and shitheads were fucking him over, thinking they could win these games. Whoever thought they could beat James Barnes had death coming their way. He was pissed and finding it hard not to take his frustrations out like he normally would.

One bad night, he'd be calling Natalie over for a rough session in his playroom at Vanilla, involving whips, canes, and chains. But Natalie was out of the picture, and Mary was at no stage to be taking on any hard stuff. He had thought about it a lot, but at this moment, she was fragile and could break with a single flick of a whip, and he couldn't go through that right now. 

So instead, he took his frustration out on the boys. Steve and Sam had just about enough of his teenage attidude, ordering them to do his dirty business while he ran off with Mary. Ordinarily, it wouldn't bother either of them, but James had been rather ratty this past week, and the two of them both knew what he needed. Steve even took the risk of suggesting he go to Vanilla and play with one of the subs there for one night only. He nearly ended up over the docks with that comment. 

But the boys were right, and James knew he'd need to settle this frustration sooner or later. Mary had arrived at his from a normal working shift, parking her beat-up car next to his sleek black BMW. Every time she saw his car, she thought to herself about buying a new one, but the funds weren't there. The subject of her apartment also floated around in her headspace, but every time she went to discuss it with James, he distracted her, and she forgot. Tonight, she wouldn't. 

Inside, she hung her jacket on the coat hook and went in search of James, hopping up the stairs in hopes of finding him in the bedroom, and to her luck, he was there. He ripped off his tie in a gruff way and threw it across the room, the creak of the floorboards catching his attention as he looked over at her. 

"Hey," she said with a smile as she padded inside.

"Hey," he said in a sullen voice, and Mary frowned slightly. 

"Is everything okay?" She asked as he slumped down on the edge of the bed, his suit jacket loose and the top button of his shirt open, revealing his gorgeous neck. 

"Yeah, just a long day," he said softly as he looked up with dark eyes that looked tired and raw. Mary stepped closer to him to stand in between his legs, placing her small hands on his broad shoulders. Something was up; he was never this cold towards her, and for a minute she was worried she had done something. 

"Have I done something?" She squeaked, and James took a deep breath, running his hands over her sides as he looked up at her. 

"No, of course not. Why would you think that?" he asked. 

"I've never seen you like this, so... sad." She couldn't think of a better word, and James chuckled a little, shaking his head. He wasn't sad; he was pissed. But he had no right to take it out on her, or did he? 

"I'm just tired, and work is not going as I'd like it to," he admitted, and she nodded. Did she want to ask for the details? She didn't particularly want to hear about him having some coke addict get beat up by Sam because he had missed the payment on his loan from James. 

"Oh" was all she could conjure up, and James laughed, his smile broadening. He loved her innocent reactions to his darkness. 

"Well, if there's anything I can do to cheer you up, then I'm all yours," she said, holding her hands up as if she were offering herself to him, and he stared up at her in silence for a minute. He chose to take that literally. 

"Well, there is one thing." His voice turned husky, dark, and dominant, and Mary stared down with parted lips and wide eyes. 

"What?" she whispered. 

"You did say that if you ever broke your three rules again, then I have permission to punish you. I believe you broke all three in a matter of two days," he said, raising a quirky brow, and Mary gasped softly, as if trying to get her words out. 

"Yeah, but I said that after I broke them," she tried to defend, but James gripped her waist tighter as he stared up at her.

"Yes, and you should be punished for them; you know you put yourself in real danger that night by drinking that much." His voice was soft, but with a growl to it, and as he stood and towered over her, Mary's heart began to beat ever so fast, her stomach tickling and her body tingling. Was he going to spank her?

"I did?" she said, acting all innocent, and James nodded, reaching up and throwing her blonde locks over her shoulder, placing a hand over her neck as he leaned over her, forcing her head back. 

"Yes, and bad girls who break the rules need to be punished," he whispered on top of her, and she took a breath. In an instant, she was flung over his knee, hands pressed firmly into the floor, ass in the air, as James moved her like a rag doll to his desired position. It all happened so fast that she didn't have time or energy to argue or pull away. or Myabe, it was because she didn't want to. 

James gripped her long hair in his hand, tugging her head back and hearing a sweet gasp escape from her as he parted her feet with his foot, keeping them wide to allow his other hand to slip over her ass. Tugging down her scrub bottoms, she revealed the lacey pants she had put on just for him—the ones with small red hearts that slipped up her backside. Her ass was perfect in them—so round and smooth, with the perfect glow to it. 

Mary gripped onto his leg for support as James ran his hand across her smooth behind, and he tutted softly. 

"Now I'm going to spank you ten times, and I want you to say thank you, sir, each time. Do I make myself clear?" His tone was so stern that there was no question, and when Mary didn't answer, a quick swat to her thigh made her yell and bring her back to reality. 

"Yes, sir," she whispered, and he chuckled. 

"Good girl." His voice softened, and Mary groaned, the groan coming from the back of her throat. His hand slipped across her round ass, deciding where to strike first, and when he pulled up and smacked his palm hard against her skin, she yelled, gripping his knee. It hurt. It really hurt. Why she thought it wasn't going to hurt, she didn't know, but as his palm stayed there, pressing on the sore piece of skin, she responded just as he wanted. 

"Thank you, sir." Her voice was slightly ragged and out of breath, and he pulled up and spanked her again. Her pussycat tingled, and Mary blushed with redness as she felt her juices dripping out of her onto her pants. Another spank came, this one further down under her ass, and she gasped. It was painful but pleasurable at the same time, and she felt so anxious about enjoying it. 

James stared down at her as he waited for those sweet words to come off her lips, and as she spoke them each time, he moaned just as much as she did. His cock pressed tightly against his tight pants, begging to be free, and he wouldn't be surprised if Mary felt him underneath. 

His frustration flowed with every spank he gave, and as he reached the last couple, he curled his fingertips into her skin to grip it harshly, leaving finger marks of redness across her pale ass, which was no longer pale but bright red and sore. The events of this week no longer plagued him. He was back to cool, calm, and collective James, smirking as Mary yanked against his bondage, but he pulled her back into place. No one is running here. 

It's as if Mary knew he would need to let out his frustrations this week, and what better chance to spank her after she had pretty much asked him to? She was made for him. The last spank was a big one, and it stung all the way through her body. Mary took a moment to calm down, catching her breath before she whispered. 

"Thank you, sir," she breathed, and James rubbed her aching behind. His hand crept up along her back and to her head, where he gently tugged her back so she knelt between his legs, looking up with glassy eyes, parted lips, and short breaths. She was in subspace. She didn't know it, but he could see it. He cupped her face in his large hands and bent down to kiss her softly, sweetly, and slowly. Mary held on for dear life, clutching his arm and moaning into his lips. He was warm, soft, and gentle, unlike a minute ago when he was cold, hard, and rough. 

When he pulled back, he looked at her deeply with his ocean eyes, a grin playing on his lips as she breathed heavily as if she had run a marathon. He was instantly more relaxed, and as Mary came, she laughed softly up at him and furrowed his brows. 

"What?" he asked. 

"I can't believe I just let you do that," she murmured, and he chuckled, picking her up into his lap. 

"Don't worry, it won't be the last time," he whispered as he eagerly kissed her once more. 

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Red Ties

Chapter 36

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

Sunday came sooner than Mary would have liked. The dread of going to church knowing that Reverend McCarthy would be standing at the podium, giving a speech to his congregation on something that he himself might not believe in. Was he a true worshipper, someone devoting his life to God, or was he just a fake? She had so many mixed feelings about it and him that for the first time in all her life of going to church, even when she was just a couple weeks old, she missed it. 

She would normally leave early to attend the early service; however, at nine o'clock, she was downstairs in James's kitchen, her dressing robe tied tightly around her waist, and stirring a cup of tea. To James's surprise, as he walked in, fastening the last button on his shirt cuff, he stopped mid-step as he saw her there and furrowed his brows. 

"Shouldn't you be at church?" he asked as he came to stand beside her, tilting his head in confusion. Mary gave a sweet smile, almost fake, as she happily chucked the spoon under the tap to give it a quick rinse. 

"No," she said simply, and James gave a short chuckle, a nervous one, as Mary scuffled about the kitchen. 

"It is Sunday, right?" He asked as if he were going crazy, and she nodded. 

"Yeah," she shrugged. 

"Are you going to a later service?" he asked, and she shook her head no. Okay, this was getting werid, he thought. But after everything that had happened over the last couple of days, he shouldn't have expected less. Even after their morning debrief of the night before, Mary wasn't in the mood for church or to see John. 

"But you always go to church on Sundays," he said as if he were hinting at her to go. First the drinking and now skipping chuch, James was beginning to think someone had swapped Mary for a different one.

"I know," she shurgged again, and he sighed softly. He had managed to dogde the bullet on this one for once, giving his sincere apologies to her and hoping she would forgive him. Mary was beginning to understand that no matter how much she wanted to distance herself from this dangerous side of James, it would keep crawling back. Her faith wasn't strong enough to keep her at a safe distance, but even now she was beginning to question that herself. Had John just been a big fat lier to her all this time? 

But leaving James seemed to be harder than following what she knew was morally right. Her love for him was stronger than she thought, and at this point, she had broken so many of her own rules that she was ready to throw them all out the window. Why the fuck not? She might as well start going out every night and partying. If she texted Anya for a night out, her head would literally explode, and she'd be over faster than a cheetah could catch its dinner. 

James was right; it wasn't his place to defend or speak for John. They were two people of their own, and although both of them were involved, it was John who needed to explain himself. For once, James was secretly glad he wasn't on the firing line. 

"Look, I know you're mad at John, but maybe you should give him a chance to explain. It's not like you to not go to church," he said. 

"Well, I've already broken three rules so far, so I might as well throw it all out the window," she said in an almost too cheery voice. 

"He's been your family friend and reverend for years; are you really going to throw that all away without giving him a chance to speak?" That was rich coming from James, and he almost sheilded himself, ready for the blow. but it never came as Mary picked up her tea and padded past him. 

"What's there to talk about? He's obviously involved in that side; you said so yesterday, and if that's who he is, then I don't need him to explain." James followed her upstairs, rushing up to stop her in her tracks as she placed her tea on the side and went for the shower. He took her hands in his, covering them entirely, and looked down into her eyes. 

"Please just give him a chance to explain. He's been your reverend for years, but that doesn't mean he was faking it. Everyone has their reasons, and it wouldn't be fair for you to not let him explain. You let me explain, and I know that you love him dearly. You can't throw years of your faith out the window without letting someone give their reasons; that wouldn't be the Christian thing to do.". 

Fuck, he was right. She hated that he was right. Deep down, she knew this: she knew she couldn't give up years of trust and faith in her god and her reverend without letting them take their side. She was just trying to avoid it. To avoid having to talk yet again about this dangerous world she didn't understand. Trying to avoid John's wisdom and sense and knowing he could turn any situation into a positive. These men and their ways. 

Mary sighed, finally giving up this attitude that she wasn't bothered by all this because she was. Not being at church right now was killing her, and why should she punish God when he had done nothing wrong? 

"I don't even know what to say, though. He's like a second father to me. Since being in this city, he's the only person I could go to with my problems and fears and not be judged by them. After all these years, it feels like it's blown up in front of my face," she admitted, and James softened, shortening his stance slightly.

"Well, maybe don't say and just listen first. You can be angry at me; in fact, I would rather you'd be angry at me, but not him." The fact that James was willing to let the girl he loved take her frustration and anger out on him meant more to her now than it would have been if he said that a couple weeks ago. She knew she needed to give John a chance, but she had hoped it hadn't come so soon. 

The congregation left with smiles and chatter, and the church fell to an eerie silence. John quickly picked up the tattered bibles, stabbing them in his strong arms as he reached the front, dropping them with a heavy thump on the floor to neatly pack away later. It was hot, and he was dying to get out of his robe. The small pattern of shoes alerted him, and he assumed it was one of his parishioners, but as he turned, he went rigid as he met the slightly darkened eyes of Mary. 

"Mary," he spoke with surprise as she stood a few feet away from him, clutching her hands in front of her and shuffled about on her feet. She tried to place a stoic look on her face but failed miserably. 

"Hi," she murmured, and John took a deep breath. He himself had hoped this day wouldn't have come so soon. He was dreading the day would come and hoped it never would, and now it was here, staring him in the face—one he couldn't ignore. 

"Can we go to my office?" He wanted to say it would be more appropriate to talk in there, but after the events of two days ago, he held back that fact, and Mary simply nodded, following him in. The office was boiling, and he excused himself as he peeled off his white robe and hung it on a hook on the wall. 

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," he said as he sat in his office chair slowly, clasping his hands together on the desk. Mary distracted herself by tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 

"I do," she said softly, but she wasn't sure which one to start with. Silence fell between the both of them, and John cut through it with a deep sigh. 

"I don't blame you for hating me if you do or judging me. But if there is one thing I ask of you, it is to listen. I don't expect you to forgive me so easily; I would never ask that of someone or even forgive me at all if you didn't want to. I have my past, one that I cannot ignore or run from, and if I could have told you in better circumstances, I would have," he admitted. 

"What would you have told me?" he asked. 

"I would have told you who I am and where I come from. It's not easy when you're born into this life; you can't hide from it or run away from it, no matter what you do. Even becoming a reverend didn't mean I'd be free of this life. I hate to use this phrase, but it's in my blood." He slightly chuckled, but Mary didn't respond; she just listened. 

"When I was twelve, my father sat me down and told me that he was the head of an organised crime gang here in Manhattan. I didn't quite understand it then and thought it was all fiction, like those mobster movies you see. At the age of sixteen, I witnessed my first murder. He deserved it, of course, but at that age, you can't quite know how you're going to react."

"From there, I realised who my family was and who I was going to be as I grew older. I wanted to hide, I wanted to run, and I didn't want to believe I was destined for this life. My family was heavily religious, despite our actions. We attended church every Sunday as a normal family, or what people thought was a normal family, and I knew I couldn't give up my faith; I could never".

"I said to my father that if he wants me to be in this life, then he would have to accept my choice to join the church. I think back then I secretly hoped it would give me a way out, but I was surprised to see my father just nod and say, "Okay."

"So I joined the church, became a reverend, and carried on with what was going to come. I've done things that are shameful, and I wish I could say I'm ashamed of them, but I'm not. I never once faked my faith or my love for you or anyone else in the congregation. I want you to know that.".

Silecne fell again, and Mary took a deep breath, blowing through pouted lips. 

"James said you and him have known each other for a while.".

"Yes, our family's knew each other. He and I have done business together, which I'm sure you don't want to hear.".

"Well, the more I don't want to hear about it, the more I do. It seems like I can't get away from it anymore than you can." She slightly smiled at the end, but it fell again. 

"I wish I could have told you, Mary, but I was scared that I would lose you. Not just as a parishioner but as a dear friend. Your family has been with this church for so long, and if I could, I would have told you all sooner, but some things are meant to be left covered. We shouldn't all have to let our demons be known.". 

"When I came to you about James, the first time he told me who he was, did he have any input?" She was scared to ask, but the faint flutter of John's eyes gave her the answer. 

"He loves you so much he didn't want to lose you, and I guess selfishly he knew I could make you stay. But that's James for you; he does this to those he loves. He knew I could get you to give him another chance," he admitted, and Mary sighed. The pieces were all coming together. 

"But I'll be honest, and this isn't me making this up. Over the years, I've become less involved in this life. Luckily, for us, getting older is a way out of it. I'm not as heavily involved as I used to be. James, it is a different story, and that is between both of you, but I only do business if necessary. James and I are old friends, friends with never-ending favours. I do hope one day I'll be able to retire and live in peace, but I don't think I am there yet.".

"So on Friday, was that a favour?" Mary asked, and John nodded.

"James said you didn't want to know the details," he clarified, and she nodded. 

"I did, but it seems like it's getting harder for myself to not be involved.".

For a moment, Mary took everything in. She hadn't realised that despite growing up in a mob gang mafia family, whatever you want to call it, John didn't want this life for himself, and if he was going to be forced into it, he had his own rules about how to live it. Mafia and Christianity don't mix, but John proved the system wrong. And still, while Mary listened to his kind, nuturing voice, he made her accept him for who he is. It sounded like John didn't have much choice in the matter. One thing she couldn't quite understand about this life was that there seemed to be no escape. 

But how could she understand that when she had never experienced how they lived and grew up? 

"I promise you, Mary, that I will be here, as the reverend and devoted Christian that I am, any time of day, to listen and advise on what I can. And if you feel you can't come to me, I accept that fully, but I've given you my truth, my confession, if you will.". 

"Are you sure you're not Catholic, then?" She joked, and he let out a laugh, strong but low, and the tension disappeared. 

"I guess all I can ask for is your forgiveness," he asked softly, holding out his hands and his palms. Mary took a breath. 

If reverend John McCarthy had told her months ago he was actually the son of a mobster family and had it running through his veins, she would have turned the corner as quick as she could and had never returned to this church again. But the last few months had changed her. Meeting James had changed her, and she had learned things she might not have wanted to learn. But this was life. No more fairy tale romance for her waiting on a horse to ride off into the sunset. There are no more love story plots to follow. The books and movies were all wrong. This isn't how life goes. It takes you on an emotional rollercoaster, one you can't seem to stop and get off at. 

"I can't give up all my years of service to you and the church, not after everything that happened with mom and living here on my own. If you had asked me that a few months ago, I would have run out screaming, but I guess this is a life I'm going to have to learn and understand as well." She stood from the desk, John following in her footsteps, and she padded around, standing in front of him for a few seconds before reaching forward and wrapping herself in his arms. 

He hugged her tightly, giving her a squeeze, and she sighed in relief. She felt cleansed. This dreaded conversation was over, and she hoped she wouldn't have to go through it again. even though she wasn't counting on it. Knowing here someone else she knew for years would now turn up and say, 'Oh yeah, I'm also apart of the mafia world'. but she'd worry about that when it comes to it. 

Right now, she was just glad her reverend was back, and although it was going to be tricky to release any pent-up anger she had towardss James and his illegal doings towards John, he was still her reverend and always would be. 

Chapter 37

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