Page 67 of The Devil's Heir
"That's it. You're doing so well; I'm almost done." Jarek soothes me as he adds more of the tubing into my ass.
I may be panting hard, trying to stay relaxed, but my head is up, and my arms and legs are not betraying me. Thankfully, he used lube, so it isn't so bad, but I know it's going to get uncomfortable as soon as he pushes the saline through.
"There, it's in." I feel his lips on my ass as he kisses both cheeks gently. "How are you doing, pauper."
"I'm fine, Sir," I retort.
He chuckles, and then I feel his fingers slide between my legs and start playing with my clit. Now, I hang my head as arousal floods my system briefly before he takes his hand away.
"No coming just yet. We're not quite done." He slaps my clit, causing me to cry out, which only makes him snicker.
I feel it the second it starts flowing into me, filling my bowels and, with it, an uncomfortable feeling. Jarek does it slowly, but that doesn't take away from how it makes me feel.
"Please, Sir. That's enough…"
"I'll say when it's enough, pauper."
I whimper but remain quiet for the most part. Once he's finished filling me, he gives a few short tugs on my tampon string, adding to my embarrassed state.
"That will have to go, too, but I'll take care of it when the time comes."
My head snaps back up. "I'll take care of it, Sir. No need to bother yourself with it."
Jarek slaps my ass, and I do everything I can not to release any of the fluid inside me.
"I said I would take care of it. Don't you dare remove it yourself."
I swear, he's doing it on purpose. He's pushing me to see what my limits are, and I won't let him win. The only problem is, which way is the rightdirection to go? Is giving in and submitting the way to win, or standing my ground and fighting him every chance I get?
"You will stay like this for fifteen minutes, and then you can relieve yourself. I'll be back in a few minutes," Jarek states, and then he's gone.
I bet Jackson doesn't know about this part of the night. If he did, I doubt he'd say that I would enjoy it. He's not the one to be mad at, and yet, I can't help but feel angry at everyone right now—myself included.
When Jarek comes back, he helps me off my sore knees until I'm standing before him. "Good job, pauper. You may go and relieve yourself."
I wait to see if he leaves, but, of course, he doesn't. I turn, rolling my eyes when I do, and walk over to the toilet. The long sigh that leaves my mouth can't be helped as I empty the contents into the toilet. Jarek remains in the bathroom the entire time, watching me like a hawk. I don't dare ask for privacy; I've learned that there is none in this monstrous house.
"Had I known this is what my life would have been like when I first met you, I would have run far away regardless. Hell, maybe I would have thrown myself into traffic in hopes of ending my life. This is humiliating and demeaning…" I don't know what makes me open my mouth and say what I do, but it's too late to take it back.
Jarek is on me in a heartbeat, gripping my chin and roughly tilting my face upwards. "I don't ever want to hear you mention ending your life. Do you understand me? This is how I am—it's all I know. Can you not just accept it? I've chosen you for a reason, and that alone should say something."
"Why can't you treat me like a human being—like an equal?"
He loosens his grip and brings his face to mine, rubbing his nose over my cheek before saying, "Because, pauper, no woman will ever be equal to me."
Flinching at his words, I turn my head away from him, seething. Whatever Jackson may have thought about his employer, he was dead wrong. Jarek has no heart.
"Clean yourself up, and meet me in your bedroom." Jarek straightens up and walks out, finally leaving me by myself.
At this moment, I wish there was another exit out of the ensuite because I'd use it and make him wait. My emotions are all over the placeright now. I came here for one reason and one reason only—money. I've let my friend put the notion in my head of something more coming out of this even though I was fully against it, but I did. Now, I know that Jarek Falcon is and will always be nothing but a bully—a bully with money and power—and I'm stuck dead center in the middle of it all.
When I walk into the bedroom, I stop short. There, in the middle of the room, are two tripods with video cameras attached. As if the camera in the corner wasn't enough.
"Why are those set up? I never agreed to—"
"You did. You agreed to let me do whatever it is I want. This," Jarek says, pointing to both cameras, "is insurance."
"What do you mean insurance?"
