Brown’s P.O.V.

The iron rod on the wall held the cuff at my wrist. I’d ordered it never to loosen pain. It didn't work unless it felt earned. In this room, there was no comfort, no mercy. Only control. Pain and pleasure.

I was naked, bare in anticipation.

Ottavio had left as soon as he brought the girls in. They stepped forward in silence, shadows wrapped in crimson light.

They stripped naked immediately they got into the room as well.

I called them by their coded names: Viper, Dove, and Ash. The trio moved like ghosts, trained to obey but never to forget. I’d chosen them for a reason each one bore the memory of what I’d taken from them. Their parents were gone because of me; their children lived because of me.

The arrangement kept balance: they gave pain and pleasure, and I gave them survival.

A leather strap struck across my waist. My breath caught not from surprise, but from the familiarity of it. The sting opened a door in my mind.

I shut my eyes and saw him again, my father's face, carved from contempt. His voice echoed through every scar I’d ever earned.

“Pathetic,” he used to say. “Weak men hide behind pleasure alone.”

So I learned to hide behind pain and pleasure instead. It reminded me that I was still stronger than the ghost of him.

Another strike, sharper this time. I exhaled slowly, the air thick with metal and memory. The sisters’ movements were precise; they didn’t look at me, and I didn’t ask them to. It was always the silence I demanded in this room.

The only sounds should be the whipping sound and the bodies coming together.

Another strike landed on my bare bum and I bit into my lips. With a flick of my fingers, I ordered Ash to begin. Viper landed more strokes on my back as Ash knelt down before me. Her eyes still not on mine but her intentions clear.

I watched as her shoulders shake and her eyes close,her cunt enjoying the way I'm about to use this mouth. Another whip landed on my chest, a sharp burning sensation enveloped the area.

I need a distraction before I yell out. Breaking my own rule. I take my cock in my left hand which is still free, stroking it to it's full length.

She knew what she was doing, taking her time just to torture me. I grabbed her hair, hating that my other hand was restricted. I tugged at ot hard I'm sure her scalp burned. She finally looked up to me, her mouth parted in a gasp.

Satisfied I pushed my hard dick between her parted lips, taking advantage of the situation. Her body jerks, her hand gripped my thigh and I kicked it off me, she tries to fight me off but my hand was strong on her hair as she chokes on my cock as I easily shoves it down her throat.

I could feel a mumble vibrate through me, the sweet sensation jolting through me as another whip landed on my back, my mouth parted as I grunt and shut my eyes. Then I felt my mouth getting stuffed, it was Dove, she had climbed on a stool, now taller than me, her breast shoved into my mouth.

She grinned when she saw the expression on my face but I didn't get much time to process it as Viper landed more strokes on me. I began to thrust my hips into Ash mouth, her breathing restricted because my thrust were harsh.

While I bite down on Dove's nipples, she moaned out and I glared at her. Ash has already taken control, her hand flew to my cock,holding firmly at the base, she begins to stroke while she sucks.

I released her hair and grabbed it around Dove’s left nipples, pinching and rubbing. While the other remained in my mouth like a baby feeder.

I felt the sharp edge of a scarpel cut through my back, the whipping had stopped, I know the next stage, the cutting. This always happens when Viper has noticed I was having too much pleasure. She hated to see me have that.

Considering I had taken her will to ever feel pleasure.

She cut down my back and I bit on Dove's nipples, earning a gasp from her. I frantically withdrew my hand from her nipples and slides it between her thigh. I slapped at her wet folds and she pulled at her hair. Knowing she couldn't touch me.

I needed a distraction, anything to dull this stinging sensation in my back. I thrust three fingers into her at once and her leg buckles, thrusting fast as Viper slashed at my back again. Not too deep but enough to cause pain.

I pushed her down from the chair, her nipples pulled out of my lips with a pop but my fingers still remain her cunt. I needed to see Ash as she worked on my cock while I finger fucked her sister's pussy.

Ash's eyes were glassy as I began to move my hips to meet her strokes. I was going mad from the bittersweet sensation and I could feel my orgasm building up.

The thought of my father long pushed at the back of my mind. Mission accomplished.

I pushed off from Ash’s mouth and at the same time, I pulled my fingers from Dove's cont, she whined but I ignored her as I used my leg to tilt Ash's neck and I brought my fingers to her lips.

She didn't open up at first. Probably sick she was about to taste her sister's juice but one stern look from me, she parted her lips and welcomed my fingers sucking off the pussy juice coated on it.

With my body, I pushed Dove farther away from me. I was done with her. I could perceive the metallic odour of blood in the room but now I had pain. I needed to complete it.

I removed my fingers from Ash's lips and replaced it with my cock once more without giving her the opportunity to breathe and I watched her throat expand from me sliding down it. She gagged. That was my fuel as I thrusted my hips fast, chasing at the familiar sensation I felt earlier.

It wasn't long until I felt it, I saw stars as I spilled down her throat. I was panting hard as it pulled out of her mouth. My dick already slacken.

****

I stood still, the sting of the last slash still burning my back. The silence that followed was louder than the screams in my head.

Blood. Sweat. Breath.

All mixed into one intoxicating perfume that only this room could hold.

I unlatched the cuff, wincing as the cold metal scraped my wrist. The pain was grounding. It reminded me that I was alive. That I still had something to fight for or perhaps, someone.

Pulling on my pants, I left the room, shutting the heavy door behind me. The muffled gasps from inside vanished as soon as the lock clicked.

Rico and Ottavio were in the hallway.

For once, they weren’t at each other’s throats only standing there like two storms in quiet anticipation.

Rico’s cold stare met mine. Ottavio’s gaze flicked briefly to the blood on my back before he looked away.

Neither said a word.

They never did when I came out of that room.

I hissed, adjusting my shirt carefully over the open wounds. The sting spread, but it didn’t matter. Pain was familiar it was comfort, it was control.

My father’s voice echoed somewhere in my head again, that same venom that had shaped me.

“Pathetic. A weak man. I regret you.”

I smiled faintly.

I wasn’t hiding anymore.

I’d made my decision.

I was done proving myself to ghosts. Now I’d prove it to the living.

I would marry not just to silence Othello’s pressure or to parade another woman in my life but because for the first time, I wanted to.

Her image flashed in my mind. The brunette who walked into my chaos and didn’t flinch. The one who looked me in the eye with so much confidence and bravery. A woman who turned down an offer to go out with me because of self respect.

Aliyah Santiago.

The first woman who got my attention without chasing after me.

The first woman who made my heart race faster than the whip ever could.

The only one who made my cock react without touch.

I smirked, blood still trickling down my spine.

She didn’t know it yet but she was already mine.

I would have her.

Own her.

Completely.