The Mafia’s Good Wife
Chapter 12

- Violet -

Violet could not believe her luck. Four years ago, she signed a deal with the devil and was held captive here for a month. Then she signed another deal with him and she ended up staying, voluntarily. It took her a full year before she was brave enough to break free from her chains. But then here she was, three years later, in an ironic full circle - again being held captive by Damon Van Zandt.

"Just like the good old days, isn't it?"

Damon was smirking, but Violet wasn't amused. He had her tied up inside his playroom with no chance of escaping. At least when she was here before, she was here on her own accord. This time was different.

"Damon, you can't keep me here!" she stated.

"And why is that?"

"You have to let me go,"

"I don't have to do anything," he shrugged.

"I'm not playing with you!" she groaned.

"I'm not playing either," his tone was still taunting.

"Damon, I swear to God!" Violet's tone rose up in frustration. "You let me go right now or...!"

"Or what?" he replied challengingly, totally unfazed.

Violet shot daggers at him, but he just smiled like it meant nothing. Violet was fuming. Ashamed and angry, she tried pulling on the leather cuffs, but they weren't budging. "Careful, you're gonna hurt yourself," he said.

Damon was genuinely worried she'd hurt herself, but Violet only took it as him gloating. He must be enjoying this, she thought to herself. He got me right where he wanted me.

Violet thought fast on her feet. If she let him have his way, he'd really keep here for God knows how long. She had to do something. She had to be smart. Maybe she'd try to reason with him, get on his good side and maybe he'd budge? "Damon, please," Violet stared at him pleadingly. Her voice was soft and gentle, completely different from how it was before. "Don't be like this..."

"Like what?" he scoffed. "This is exactly who I am. I never told you any different. And this is the man that you fell in love with,"

Touché. Darn it!

Violet let out a long sigh. He really wasn't gonna budge. But still, Violet didn't want to give up just yet.

"Damon, I told you, what we had is over," she said. "It's done. What else do you want from me?"

"I want you to take back everything you just said," he said simply.

"It's not that simple," she shook her head.

"But it is," he argued. Then he took a step closer to her and Violet felt chills running down her body. He was eyeing her up and down as he tilted his head to the side. "I know exactly what I want. And if you're not lying to yourself, I think you do too," Violet swallowed hard. He was standing so dangerously close. His hand darted out and it landed gently on the bed, right next to her thigh. His fingers slowly grazed her skin and Violet squirmed to keep her legs closed, but the restraints wouldn't let her. "Please, don't do this..." she begged. Her eyes were glazing over. "You're better than this,"

Damon let out a smirk.

"I'm really not," he said.

Suddenly and without warning, Damon's hand landed on her lady part, firmly cupping her mound. Violet let out a sharp gasp. His fingers began stroking her, slowly at first, but he kept picking up the pace. Before she knew it, the twisting knot in her stomach came back, stronger than ever. "Damon!" she mewled in protest.

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me the truth," he said.

Damon parted her labia with his hand and used his middle finger to rub her clit. Violet was losing this battle. It took everything in her to keep it together. And she couldn't keep it together much longer.

Maybe I need to try a different tactic?

"Damon, please..." she begged again. "If you let me go, I promise I won't make a scene. I won't tell anyone about this. And I'll even come back, I'll visit you every once in a while..."

Damon's hand stopped moving for a second. Violet let out a short sigh of relief, thinking that her tactic worked.

"Is that really what you want?" he asked.

"Yes," she told him.

Damon narrowed his eyes like he was studying her. Violet's cheeks were turning red because her body was heating up. Her chest was racing and her breathing became ragged. Slowly, he resumed moving his finger again, and when she least expected it, he delved one finger into her core. "Oh," Damon let out an appreciative groan. "I think your body is disagreeing,"

Damon pulled out his digits and Violet could see the clear sticky liquid drenched all over them. He rubbed her juices all over his fingers as if to make a point, and then he smiled.

Uh-oh.

Violet was afraid. The hair on the back of her neck instantly stood up. That smile on Damon's face was not a friendly smile. He was up to something. Damon turned to his heel and walked away from her. He went to the desk where his toys were on display. Violet couldn't see what he picked up because his back was facing her, but she knew whatever it was, it was going to be her doom.

Damon turned around seconds later carrying a small device in his hand. It was silver and small, kind of like a long bullet. Damon kept walking closer and Violet finally got a good look at the thing. Her eyes jolted wide in fear when realized what it was. "Wait!" she squealed, but it was no use.

Damon was too quick. He didn't waste any time at all. As soon as he was in an arm's length away from her, he bent down and put the silver thing into her open core. Violet let out another gasp at the feel of the intrusion. But before she could say anything to protest, Damon's other hand clicked on the remote and the silver vibrator came to life.

Violet was gasping for dear life. Damon turned the vibrator on low so that it was enough to arouse her, but not enough to bring her to orgasm. Violet desperately wanted to pull her legs tighter, but no matter how hard she tugged on the leather chains, they weren't moving at all.

"What is it that you really want, sweet girl?"

Damon was taunting her. He sat down on the bed and his finger ran up and down her body. He caught one of her nipples with his fingers and rolled the sensitive bud with his thumb and index finger. Violet's n****e became erect almost instantly. Damon smirked victoriously when he saw her so easily turned on. Meanwhile, Violet could only sink further in her shame. Her own body was betraying her.

"Tell me," he ordered her. "What do you want?"

"I want you... to let me go," she said breathlessly.

"Not the answer I was looking for,"

"Let me go, Damon!" she spat, glaring daggers at him.

"Still not it," he shook his head rather playfully.

Violet was beyond exasperated. She was frustrated mentally, physically, and sexually. This was a bad combination.

"Agh!!" she let out a scream, unable to control her anger anymore. "Goddamn it! You are the fucking devil, you know that?"

Violet never swore too often, but once she did it, she really meant it. She used to be such a good girl who doesn't swear or even have s*x outside marriage, but being with Damon made her lose all her decency and moral compass. Violet's chest was heaving up and down as she glared at him, fuming, but Damon wasn't fazed at all. In fact, he was smiling as if he liked what he heard.

"Finally, a little honestly won't kill you, would it?" he said.

Violet didn't know what else to do. She tried being cordial, she tried begging and reasoning with him, and now she was cursing at him, but nothing worked. Instead of following her wishes, in an act of total dominance, Damon clicked the remote and turned the vibrator up a little higher. Violet's breath hitched involuntarily as her body began to shake in need. Her mouth fell open but no words were coming out. She couldn't speak. She could hardly breathe.

"Now that you're learning, we'll try this again," Damon leaned towards her and pulled her face closer to him. "What is it that you want?"

Their faces stood only an inch away from each other. Violet could feel his breaths fanning her cheek and his masculine scent filled her nose. Violet's entire body froze up as she hung onto the last shreds of her strength.

"I want you to leave me alone," she said in a low, but firm voice.

The smirk on Damon's face slowly faltered. His gaze at her turned cold and stoic. He eyed her lips one last time before abruptly pulling away. Standing up straight, he lifted the remote and turned the vibrator back to low, prolonging her misery. "Alright," he said as he turned around, leaving her alone in that room. "Suit yourself,"

***

Violet was in hell. Even until the next few days, she was still tied up in that same position, naked and frustrated. Damon would come and check up on her every so often, but she wouldn't say a thing to him. He also didn't say much to her. He'd just come bringing food and water, and he'd force her to eat and drink.

This place used to hold so many great memories for me... but not anymore.

On the third day of her stay, Damon finally took out the vibrator from her core. Maybe he took pity on her, or maybe the battery just needed recharging. Who knows?

What was clear was that Violet was miserable. Damon had loosened the cuffs slightly so she could sleep and move a little around the bed, but it wasn't much help. Every night, she still cried herself to sleep. Naked, cold, and alone.

On the fourth day of her stay, something happened. Violet was sitting on the bed with her head hanging low, feeling weak and tired when she suddenly heard a sound. The door to the playroom creaked open very slowly, and it wasn't followed by the heavy footsteps she knew so well.

"Violet!" she heard a familiar voice and her head shot up instinctively.

"Talia!" Violet gasped.

"Oh my God!" Talia put her hands over her mouth in shock. She froze for a second before finally pulling her composure and running towards Violet.

"Talia, please, please help me!" Violet cried, pulling on her chains.

Seeing Talia was perhaps the best thing that happened to her in days. Talia would know what to do. Talia would free her, she thought.

"What did he do to you?" Talia's eyes were filled with horror. She tried looking around for the key, but she couldn't find it. And before she could do anything, the door to the playroom flew open and Damon stood at the doorway. "Hey!" he yelled at her. "Get out of here!"

Talia wanted to fight back, but Damon was quicker and stronger. He picked up Talia's body with ease and hauled her out of the room.

"No! No! No!" Violet begged and cried.

"Violet!" Talia shouted.

"Talia!" she shouted back. "Talia!!!"

*SLAM! *

The door to the playroom was shut closed. Damon had successfully brought Talia out of there. Violet could only cry as her hope of escaping was dashed to the ground.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Damon?!" Violet could hear Talia screaming from outside the room. "She is a human being! She doesn't deserve this!" "Don't worry, she's being well taken care of," Damon replied.

*SMACK!*

Violet heard the sound of skin slapping. Perhaps Talia might've slapped him?

"You're doing this all wrong!" she told him. "You guys are supposed to talk things out. Not like this!"

"You don't have to worry about my methods," Damon said lowly. "Just know I'll get the job done,"

"If you think that this is gonna make her fall back in love with you, you're incredibly delusional, you know that?"

Damon paused for a beat before saying, "Are you done?"

"She's gonna hate you for this," Talia hissed.

And maybe she was right.