Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

“Please make it hurt, Master. Make it hurt.”

f**k. What the f**k do I do here?

“Please!” she cried out in a shrill voice and then whispered, “Hurt me.”

I was stunned.

“Drake,” my name was a prayer on her lips, “Please. I can’t… take it. Take it away.”

“How?”

She was trembling so f*****g hard and it was freaking me the f**k out.

“Please, Master!” she cried out in a shrill voice again.” The look in her eyes was gutting me. She looked frightened out of her mind.

Lisa was in the doorway with the door open. I was about to holler at her to get the f**k out but she said, “Spank her.”

I was stunned. Lisa looked to Angel.

“Felicia!” Lisa shouted and Angel went completely stiff. Lisa continued in this deeper, huskier, more authoritative voice, a voice I’d never heard from her before, “Get over your Master’s lap right now.” Angel immediately threw herself over my lap and lifted her a*s.

“Tell your Master what you need, Felicia!” Lisa demanded.

“I’m sorry, please spank me, Master. Spank me and take me and show me I’m yours. Not his. Yours. Not his. Yours. Cover his hurt so I don’t feel his pain.”

I looked to Lisa with what was probably shock on my face. She nodded at me and then left the room, shutting the door.

“Angel, I can’t hurt you.”

She whimpered, “Please. Yours. Can I be yours? Can I be yours?”

f**k.

“Yes, you’re mine. You’re mine, baby.”

“Not his,” she cried out, in hysterics, “not his.”

“No. Mine, Angel. Not his.” I stroked her hair.

“Please!” she whimpered and lifted her a*s higher.

My hand, of its own volition, yanked her yoga pants down and then I grabbed the back of her collar with one hand and that other hand quickly came down on her a*s and smacked it.

She g*****d. She g*****d long and deep and like she was gonna come any second. My c**k got hard despite my brain feeling like I was in the middle of a sick f*****g scene.

“I didn’t mean to see his face, didn’t mean to see it. I need to feel you so I don’t feel him. Sorry for being naughty.”

I slapped her a*s again.

She whispered, “Please tell me. Tell me, tell me.”

“You’re mine. You’re my girl and you’ll only be naughty for me.”

“Yes, Master. Only for you.”

“I want you to be naughty, Angel.”

“You do?” she sobbed.

“Yes. I want you to show me who you were before Felicia. I want that girl.”

“Master…”

“I mean it. I don’t want this broken girl, I want MY girl, the girl from the bull riding video. You were wild before Kruna, before you were Felicia, weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You be that girl for me, okay? You don’t have to be Felicia ever again.”

She choked and sobbed and it broke in the middle.

“You’re my girl, Angel. No more Felicia.”

“Yes, Master. Your Angel.”

“No more spanking. You okay?”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She sighed in disappointment.

“You want more spanking?”

“Yes.”

“Not today. Right now what else can I do to make you feel better?”

“I need your c**k, Master. Please give me your c**k. Let me be your good girl.”

I flipped her onto her back and unzipped my pants and drove inside her hard and fast, digging my fingers into her h**s and after just half a dozen hard strokes she came all over me, instantly, screaming out her “Thank you, Master.” And it didn’t take me long to finish, either and I told her she was my good girl as I came inside of her.

We took a minute to catch our breath. I felt dirty and kind of sick in my gut.

“Are you back?” I asked softly.

I felt her nod.

“Did I make it hurt enough?” I caressed her hair.

“More hurt would’ve been … but it was still good,” she answered softly, “Thank you.”

“I don’t know how to hurt you, baby. You’ll need to tell me what you need when you can tell me so I’ll know next time. What happened? Is it gonna set you off to tell me?”

She froze and then started to tremble again. I held her tighter.

“I just don’t want what he made me feel. I want you to cover it.”

“Who?”

“Please can we not talk? Please, Drake?” she was sniffling.

“We’ll talk later. I gotta go see Leese out. You okay for a minute?”

“Yes,” she said softly, “Can you please tell Lisa I’m sorry?”

“Yeah, my baby but you don’t be sorry, okay? It’s not your fault. ”

She didn’t answer.

I found Lisa sitting outside on the terrace staring out at the city. It was raining pretty hard. She looked deep in thought.

“Hey.” I wanted a smoke but it’d have to wait since she was out there.

“They really did a number on her. And for me to think that… whoa.”

I nodded, “What happened? What caused that?”

“Well, the tables got a little turned. She didn’t wanna talk. But I guess I did so I did. I cried a little and didn’t say a whole lot about Kruna but I sort of talked about how hard it was to keep my secret and how everything I’d buried was now eating me alive and about how much I miss my husband.

She was trying to comfort me. She’s really sweet, Drake. She really is a great person, I can tell. Anyway, I joked that if she was ever up for some trash talking of the people there I’d be game. She was actually game so it started off kinda funny, names she was speaking were ones I hadn’t uttered out loud in over 2 years but she was laughing, loving the s**t I was saying, the impressions of them.

It was inside jokes that only her and I would get but it was awesome. It felt like a release for me and I could tell for her too but then I said a certain name and before anything else came out of my mouth, she had a flip out.”

“What was the name and what’s the story?”

“Donavan. Donavan Frost. He’s very high up at Kruna. One of the highest, if not the highest. He’s cruel. He’s relentless. He’s a severe sadist. He put everyone on rotation so you’d get him every few months and trust me when I say you needed the break in between.

He must’ve been particularly awful to her, deeply traumatized her. Just the mention of his name…” she trailed off and got a faraway look.

I clenched my jaw, “What else do you know about him?”

It took her a second to reply. She was clearly digging through some not-so-nice memories.

“He’s probably late 30’s or early 40’s, handsome. Looks a bit like Rob Lowe, tall, like 6 foot 5, built. Twice that I know of he took it too far and really hurt girls. One died from asphyxiation. The other wound up with several broken bones and they had to bring in a surgeon for her. He is vicious. He sprained my wrist. You’d spend time with him and you’d be black, blue, and emotionally traumatized.”

“Okay. You okay? Seeing her flip out like that must’ve shaken you up good?”

“I’m okay now. I’m sorry to say this but you have to control those outbursts. You can stop them from happening or you can nip them in the bud quickly if you see one coming on. You need to.

If she has those freak-outs in public it won’t be good. You say she was considered exemplary, she’s not being exemplary. She’s broken and her Master is probably the only one who can fix her. You’ll do that with a firmer hand.”

“What the f**k?”

“I know how that sounds but you have power over her. You’re her Master. She will do what you tell her to do. That’s why I waited for you to get here and just stayed near. She needed you. You. You getting her out of there and taking a fish out of water so fast like that… it fractured her armor and she’s cracking under the pressure. She needed prep.

She will act how you tell her to act. You order her not to freak out and it’ll stop. I’m telling you this because it will. You have to be her Master, Drake. She needs that.”

“So you’re saying I need to control her, keep her broken? The f**k, Leese?”

“No, listen…you have the power to fix her. You just have to take your time doing it. They systematically broke her. She became a robot. You rescued her and got her out and she’s trying to adapt but you have no idea what it’s like for her to be out of there, trying to function after all that.

You can systematically put her back together. I’ve done reading on this and I experienced it. I’m a switch, Drake, and back at Kruna for a while before I left they had me work with their trainers to help work on broken subs. I went through their slave to wife transition training too, and I had a slow transition back into society when your uncle brought me here.

Tom knew what he was doing and I transitioned well. Be firm, be caring, give her what she needs from you and then wean her off it with more good, less discipline, more freedom. You have to look at this the way you’d train an animal because that’s what she was reduced to.

Reacting and staying in line to avoid punishment plus getting positive reinforcement as well. She needs you right now. I know you don’t want to cause her any hurt but she’s hurting more this way. You can do this in a way that will rebuild her.

Think about what I’ve said. If you need me or if she needs me, I’m there.”

“Thanks. Ditto.”

She gave me a k**s on the cheek. I saw her to the front door and then I went back out and had a cigarette, astonished.

The authoritative tone Lisa had taken and telling me she was a switch, meaning she could be domme or sub was a mind f**k for me. But it was obviously my good fortune because Lisa’s insight could maybe help me get Angel better.

I went back into the bedroom. Angel was asleep. I glanced at the clock and saw we didn’t have to be to Luc & Ed’s for dinner for hours. That whole event was f*****g exhausting.

How did I even get hard in the middle of that?

How the f**k could I be her Master, her actual Master? Was it possible to do that, be that to her and slowly wean her off that behavior? How long would it take? And at the end what would I be left with? I had to try. I’d get her better, wean her off that slave mindset, and maybe it’d mean I could also get some of the information I needed, too.

I shook her gently, “Baby?”

“Yes, Drake?” she answered sleepily.

“Tell me right now who Donavan Frost is. Do not freak out.”

“Drake, please, I…”

“Tell me. Right the f**k now. Don’t ‘Drake, please’ me. From now on when I ask you questions I need answers. I know you’re having trouble but that’s how it’s gotta be. I’ll be as gentle as I can, baby, but tell me. Now. Right now.”

She didn’t hesitate, “I was his full-time personal slave for my first seven months at Kruna.”

“Seven months?”

“Yes.”

“In seven months you were only with him?”

“It wasn’t always just him but he was always there, always making me—” she stopped.

“Okay, I’ll be back.”

I phoned Lisa from the living room.

“She was his personal full-time slave for her first seven months at Kruna.”

“Oh my f*****g god.”

“Yeah.” I put my palm on my forehead and squeezed my eyes shut tight. Then I let out a long sigh. “Leese, I need you to be there tonight for this dinner so we can have another chat, so you can give me some more tips.”

“Maybe she needs to not see me again so soon. After this afternoon…”

“No. Be there. She needs to start healing. She starts tonight.”

“Drake, that’s really really bad.”

“Yeah.”

Angel’s POV

He climbed back in bed a few minutes later and held me close.

“Okay, here’s the thing.”

I braced.

“We’re gonna work on fixing you. I want you. I want us. I want you better. I told you I am in this, all in, but I’m telling you now, it’s for the long haul. You got that?”

“Yes.” Oh god. Long haul? My heart swelled.