Pure Vengeance

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

Natasha

“You’re being such a good girl for me, puppy.” Lachlan’s hateful voice slid over my skin like acid as he thrust his erection into my mouth. “Aren’t you glad your piercings are healed? They feel so good when you suck my cock.”

I worked the four little balls along the thick length of him, wishing I had the nerve to bite it off.

“Now, swallow and open up. I want to see my cock moving in your throat.”

Tears filled my eyes as he cut off my air, but I didn’t dare blink. That usually brought a few new stripes from a cane.

Maybe I’d get lucky this time, and he’d decide I didn’t do well enough for a reward.

Then again, luck had nothing to do with it. My reward depended on how many people were watching. If it was more than five, he’d make me come. Less than that, and he’d give my ass a benevolent pat before returning me to my kennel.

The whole crowd was watching today.

Hooray.

Hissing out a curse, he stilled inside my throat. His shaft pulsed as thick cum filled my empty belly, making it roil with nausea. As usual, he didn’t pull out until my vision darkened and lack of oxygen drove me to the brink of unconsciousness.

“There’s a good puppy,” he finally said, his breaths slowing as he wiped his dick on my face before tucking it away and zipping his pants. “That does deserve a reward.”

He smirked as he touched my dripping core, then held up a wet hand as everyone laughed. “And as usual, my puppy doesn’t need lube. She just loves having everyone watch her come for me.”

God, I hated that he was right.

I steeled myself as he slid the diabolical toy into my sopping pussy and turned it on. Curved to hit my g-spot and clit at the same time, it was one of very few things that made me struggle to maintain my vow of silence. It was on the highest setting today, meaning I was in for a ride.

The asshole wanted me to beg, but he would be disappointed. Again. All I had to do was hang on. The highest setting meant it would be over soon, and I could go back to my kennel.

The toy vibrated hard against my g-spot as the other end went to work on my clit.

“Think we can make her squirt again, gentlemen? Betting pool is open on how far it goes.”

I tuned out the laughter at Lachlan’s sick joke, desperate to reach the finish line as my inner walls clamped down on the toy. My belly tightened with the start of my climax, and I gritted my teeth.

Without warning, the vibe stopped. Lachlan pulled it out and shook his head sadly. “Too bad. She didn’t want it enough to beg.”

God help me, I almost did, but caught myself before a single syllable escaped my lips. It wasn’t the first time he’d edged me, but it was the only one of his games that got me even close to breaking.

Using my collar, he pulled me to my feet and traced the red marks on my belly from the steel sawhorse. Tsking softly, he nudged me into my kennel. As he shut the door, he said, “You just had to say please, puppy.”

My pussy aching, I laid on my back and stared up at the corrugated steel awning over my kennel, trying to pretend the tail in my ass wasn’t there. Thankfully, the weather had warmed enough that I didn’t freeze overnight. The thin blanket Jerome had given me helped, but it didn’t ease the pain in my hips and back from sleeping on concrete.

He and Lachlan had fought about that blanket. Jerome won, but only because he reminded Lachlan that I might die of hypothermia. Guess my sadistic bastard of a husband didn’t want to go that far.

Go figure.

This was my fifth week of confinement. At least, I thought it was. Maybe it was the sixth.

The lengthening days were beginning to run together, but the brand and piercings were healed, so it was probably closer to six weeks.

I wanted to say Lachlan wasn’t as bad as my father. Aside from a few whacks with a cane or strap, he never hit me, but what he did was worse than my father could have dreamed.

When the daily enemas and pissing in front of his men stopped bothering me, he made me play fetch on my hands and knees for hours but stopped when my knees started getting scraped up.

Next was the pony cart designed for a person to pull it. There was even a harness with straps to support my breasts when I jogged. That was almost pleasant because I got a chance to walk upright for a change, but the rubber bit made my jaws ache. God, I dragged his ass all over the property in that thing and even got to see the ocean on occasion. It was a great leg day too.

Lachlan had lied about the beach. It was a hundred-foot drop to the surf below. Might have been fun to jump and see if I could drag the cart behind me, but he never let me get that close.

He almost had me with the sensory deprivation tub. Being blindfolded and restrained in a water-filled chamber with a small tube providing oxygen… well, I didn’t like it much, but I didn’t panic uncontrollably anymore—not even when he randomly shut off the air. It was peaceful in the dark with nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat. Sometimes I held my breath just to see how long I could.

And sometimes I wondered what it would be like to open my lips and let the air tube fall into liquid blackness.

Eating ground chicken cooked with chopped vegetables and lentils from a dog bowl didn’t bother me either. I barely even noticed when Lachlan set up a table and ate in front of me a few times a week. Usually, it was steak, but he had a gorgeous sashimi platter once that almost made me drool. He offered me a piece but took it away when I wouldn’t say please.

I hadn’t weighed myself in ages, but I was willing to bet I’d dropped at least twenty pounds. Then again, maybe not. I’d put on some muscle, and it wasn’t as if I had clothes or a mirror to judge.

Even my new hairdo was growing on me.

Get it? Growing on me? Ba-dum tiss.

Jerome still shaved me a few times a week. I liked not having to mess with my formerly thick and unruly hair, and nobody could use it as a handle to haul me around like my father used to do. Best of all, no more headaches when I put it up, and the constant frizz was a thing of the past.

Heck, Lachlan and Jerome were more diligent about putting sunscreen on me than I’d ever been. For the first time in my life, I had an even, golden tan, and they never let me get sunburned.

The one thing I did not do was speak. Lachlan didn’t get a single goddamned word from me. After all, puppies didn’t talk.

But Jerome did. He said a lot—especially to a huge Mastiff he called Dante. Although Dante terrified me, I couldn’t help watching him launch himself at the training dummies Jerome set up for him.

Jerome would say a single, unintelligible word and all I could see was my father’s neck between Dante’s powerful jaws. Maybe Lachlan’s and Jerome’s too. For a moment, I wondered if this was another form of torture, or maybe a reminder of what would happen if I tried to run.

It was probably just more mindfuckery, but I practiced the new word anyway.

I doubted I’d ever find out what it really meant, but to Dante, it meant killing.

Maybe, just maybe, it meant a chance for me.

Lachlan

“She’s been watching me work Dante,” Jerome said. “She doesn’t do much else anymore.”

“I noticed she’s stopped pacing,” I replied. “Has she said anything?”

“No, sir.”

I’d long since given up on trying to make Natasha speak. She refused to say a single word—not even for the promise of a steak dinner seated in an actual chair. None of the other treats I’d tried worked either, and no amount of edging would force a single whimper from between those lush pink lips.

Despite her refusal to talk, and the ever-present mask of patient equanimity I was almost desperate to destroy, she never missed a beat throughout her training.

Holding a ball balanced on her nose? I’d clocked her at almost half an hour before letting her release the position.

She moved like a fucking dressage horse when I hitched her to the pony cart and had learned to eat from her dog bowl without a single scrap of food getting on her face.

I hated it but I hated her more.

Thankfully, she’d be gone in just under forty-eight hours. I planned to leave her on her knees for her father to deal with. The divorce papers were already drawn up, and once she signed them, I could forget she existed.

Fitting, considering she refused to acknowledge my existence at all unless I was actively training her.

“Put Dante in the kennel with her until tomorrow night,” I finally said. “We’ll see if that scares her enough to beg.”

“Sir, I…” Jerome hesitated, then nodded. “Of course, sir.”

The next morning, I got out of bed with a spring in my step, delighted it was finally time to cut my unwanted wife out of my life. Although I hadn’t met my goal of making her hurt, turning her into an obedient slave puppy would drive Steve Ashland over the edge.

If I was very lucky, he might do something that would give me an excuse to cut his miserable throat.

Best of all, once I got rid of Natasha, Chelsea and Saoirse would come back. I was tired of frozen meals, and I missed my baby sister.

Jerome had taken the morning off for an appointment after feeding Natasha, but would return soon enough to get her ready for her grand entrance. I snickered as I walked to the kennel, but my steps slowed when I heard soft, sweetly poignant singing. I didn’t recognize the song.

Keeping my steps quiet, I sidled around the corner until I could see Natasha’s kennel.

My favorite dog—the one I’d raised from a puppy, and who had thousands of hours of advanced security and defense training—was on his back with his head in Natasha’s lap. He gazed at her adoringly as she sang while feeding him her own breakfast.

“God damn her to hell,” I whispered.

“Okay, buddy.” She scratched his belly and laughed when his leg kicked. “I love you to pieces, but we better get up before the assholes catch us snuggling.”

That fucking bitch. After almost six weeks of silence, she decides to make friends with my dog?

I took a deep breath and walked away. With so little time before she was gone, I just didn’t care anymore, and I certainly wasn’t going to let her know she’d gotten to me.

There was just one more thing I could do. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when I took her new friend away.