Their Rules, Their Obsession [ENG]

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains an explicit depiction of rape and sexual violence.

It is huge.

I couldn’t have imagined this even in my wildest dreams.

I knew it definitely wasn’t normal in scale, but these proportions are gigantic—even more massive than I expected.

The exclusivity of the establishment is designed specifically for the top elite.

The spacious dance floor stands out clearly, with an elevated stage in its center. To the left and right, set both in front and a bit further back, are metal poles where striptease dancers heat things up for the guests.

Behind the stage, against the dark wall, sits the DJ booth operated by a disc jockey.

The walls of the nightclub are kept in a dark, black color, decorated with gold accents.

In addition, the seating lounges are furnished with wine-red leather armchairs.

Even though I’ve often been to clubs with my friends where high society hangs out, Obsession is several classes higher.

It is absolute elite class.

That becomes crystal clear just from the people presenting themselves before my eyes.

Their jewelry looks high-end.

Likewise, the wristwatches on the men’s wrists look valuable. The suits they wear look tailored.

Even the women wear dresses that look like the latest fashion straight out of fashion magazines.

I suddenly feel very humiliated.

Humiliated because my silver dress isn’t the latest fashion and can’t even begin to match the value of the other women’s attire.

I couldn’t prepare properly either.

My mother only told me a few hours ago that she was taking me to the Obsession Club tonight.

So I barely had time to put together a suitable outfit.

I already knew Manhattan’s elite spent time here, but not to what extent.

Obsession is the most famous and exclusive nightclub in New York City. My mother has been working as an event manager at this club for seven years.

That was when we moved to the Upper East Side.

“Elodie, I still have something to take care of,” my mother signals to me. “Why don’t you go to the bar, order a drink, and sit in one of the lounges? I’ll hurry.”

I watch Vivienne until she disappears behind a door.

Sighing, I set off toward the nearest bar. That isn’t easy at all, as the crowd is growing denser.

Once I finally reach the counter, I order a Cosmopolitan.

Glass in hand, I sit down on a leather sofa in one of the lounges.

As I take a sip of the cocktail, my eyes wander through the crowd. Every now and then I recognize a well-known personality surrounded by other clubgoers.

I set my glass down on the dark table.

“Good evening, Elodie Clément.”

Instantly, the blood freezes in my veins.

That voice.

I never wanted to hear it again.

My eyes stare spellbound at the glass with the pink liquid.

I am unable to move, let alone lift my head.

Has he been watching me?

Did he know I would be here tonight?

Was he just waiting for the perfect moment to approach me?

Did he time it so he’d catch me without my mother?

He comes around the table. The movement of his legs, clad in gray trousers, betrays him. His black leather shoes echo barely audibly on the dark marble floor.

Only a few inches beside me, he takes a seat.

An uneasy feeling spreads inside me within seconds. It intensifies as he shifts even closer.

Right then, it happens—his hand cupping beneath my chin, turning my head toward him.

My dilated pupils can’t help but stare into his light brown eyes.

He still has the same cold gaze that intimidated me back then.

His face draws closer.

No, he won’t consider that. He can’t.

“Didn’t you miss me at all?” a deep whisper directly in front of my mouth.

I am still unable to move.

“That would be a terrible shame, because I missed you. After all, you are my favorite submissive.”

At the word submissive, my already trembling body shudders even more violently.

I wasn’t with him voluntarily.

Unfortunately, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

This brown-haired man forced me into submission.

“You are very lucky, Elodie!” His lips brush mine by a hair’s breadth. “I am willing to take you back.”

With that, his lips are on mine.

He kisses me. Softly. Far too softly.

My blood surges too fast through my body as a result.

He doesn’t pull his lips back.

It’s already happening—I have no chance to defend myself. I lose all sense of time.

How long the kiss lasts, I can’t say. Anything between seconds and minutes could be true.

Finally, he pulls back.

Slowly.

Inch by inch.

I should feel relief. But I feel nothing of the sort.

Instantly, I am hurled into the past.

I never escaped this man. He was never gone. I couldn’t free myself from him. Not physically, and certainly not mentally. This man never let me out of his sight.

Adrien Beaumont will pull me back into the hell of L’Emprise and back to himself.

Suddenly, he stands up.

My face moves along with his hand, which still lingers beneath my chin.

His gray suit sits neatly over his white shirt.

“I am going to take you to a room now where we will be completely alone,” Adrien says in that tone that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “You will give me a proper explanation for why you fled from me. In the end, you will ask for my forgiveness, Elodie.”

No, he can’t ask that of me.

I escaped him two years ago. So I will escape him this time, too.

If only I weren’t so paralyzed.

I still can’t move. Not on my own.

Adrien notices this very quickly. He pulls me up by my shoulder. Gently, once again. But that was always his way, really. At least with me.

He makes sure I’m standing upright, and only then places his hand on my back.

It serves to stabilize me while keeping control as he leads me through the club.

He walks me past the edge of the crowd.

After a few minutes, we reach a staircase leading to the upper floor of the club.

Noticeably fewer people are hanging out here.

Adrien leads me to the end of the area and opens a door revealing a corridor. A bordeaux-red wall is illuminated by barely visible lights.

My legs give way more and more, my knees growing weaker.

I know that behind one of these few doors, my old life will catch up with me again. The life Adrien shaped me into. Under no circumstances do I ever want to return to that life.

Adrien opens one of the doors and pushes me inside.

After stepping in himself, he closes the door behind him.

The room is enveloped in dimmed light.

A large double bed with red satin sheets rests against one wall.

Other than that, there are two nightstands to the left and right of the bed and a coat rack next to the entrance door.

Otherwise, there is nothing else in this room.

I realize immediately what kind of room this is. It’s a room meant for aftercare, so you can recover after a session.

Adrien steps right up to my back and takes a lock of my dark hair in his hands. For a few seconds, he holds it before lifting it to his nose and inhaling my scent.

A crisp lavender scent.

“You still use the same shampoo,” he comments softly.

A slight nod is all I can manage.

He lets go of my hair, letting it fall back onto my back.

Then he takes a step back.

Right now, his voice adopts a threatening edge.

I know this quiet voice all too well.

It becomes instantly clear: from now on, he will tolerate no resistance. He won’t let a single mistake slide. If I commit one, the consequence for my offense will follow immediately.

“I already told you, I expect an explanation from you, Elodie.”

He steps forward, though enough distance remains between his body and mine.

“You will kneel now. Exactly as you always did in my presence.”

Before I drop to my knees, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Why did he have to find me again?

He will always find me, I realize.

Slowly, I sink to my knees and bow my head onto the red carpet beneath me.

Adrien moves, too. Slowly, almost in slow motion, he puts one foot in front of the other.

Meanwhile, my heartbeat accelerates.

I am on high alert, because I don’t know whether he will pull my hair or do something far worse to me.

He comes to a stop in front of me.

His leather shoes are deliberately placed right in front of my knees.

“Look at me, Elodie,” Adrien commands clearly and distinctly.

Everything inside me wants to resist, but if I put up resistance, the consequence will only be worse. Then the mildest pain will be the one Adrien inflicts on my scalp.

I raise my head, his flawless suit towering above me from bottom to top.

I have to tilt my head back.

My throat is completely exposed.

“Very good, Elodie,” he says, the corners of his mouth hinting at the trace of a smile. “I demand an explanation from you. Why did you leave me?”

My face drops on its own.

I knew Adrien would ask me this question. He already hinted at it. He wants to know exactly why I ran away from him.

“Did I say you could look away?” Adrien squats down in front of me, fixing his gaze on my blue eyes.

His look remains cold, still laced with that underlying threat.

“Was it jealousy that drove you? Is that why you left me?”

Jealousy.

Does he really think I was in love with him? Does he truly think I was jealous of the other girls he controls?

I remain silent and do not answer his question.

“Or did the other girls attack you?” he continues. “I know there are two or three of them who think I favor them. That isn’t the case. I favored you. You were my number one, Elodie.”

My mouth opens too quickly. Unintentionally, I speak in haste: “They all seem to love you.”

Adrien places his hand on my dark brown hair, stroking over it with his flat palm until he stops at the nape of my neck and brushes the hair aside.

“You don’t love me?” Horrified, he raises an eyebrow. “That is a great pity.”

I can literally feel my self-confidence returning. “Not every woman develops feelings for you, Adrien. And I was quite glad to have escaped you.”

He changes. He doesn’t want to hear that.

His hand wraps tighter around my neck.

He squeezes and pulls me against his body.

Shortly before his lips touch mine, he says harshly to me: “I will make sure that you love me. You will surrender yourself to me completely. You will desire no other man. I will be the only one who satisfies you.”

Adrien seals this with a stormy kiss. He presses his lips to mine, opens them with his tongue, granting himself entry into my mouth.

At the same time, he pulls my body further upright.

Only a moment later, he breaks the kiss, pulls his face back a fraction, and looks directly at me.

With an iron grip, he keeps holding me firm.

In his eyes, fixed relentlessly on my face, he recognizes my hatred toward him.

“Elodie, you were mine, you are mine, and you will remain mine,” Adrien murmurs ominously.

“I was never yours, and I will never belong to you!” I snap irritably.

At the same time, I try to break free from his grip. But he presses me tighter against his body.

I wriggle in his arms, stomp on his feet, twist in his hold, and jab my elbows into his ribs.

But none of it works.

Adrien’s grip doesn’t loosen one bit.

Suddenly, my movements freeze.

He pulls down the zipper of my dress.

I didn’t think of that while turning around.

“No, Adrien. Please, don’t. Stop!” I beg frantically.

As soon as the zipper is open wide enough, my bottom protrudes beneath my panties.

I feel his hand reach it. My adversary seizes the opportunity immediately, placing it on one buttock.

The space between his face and my ear narrows.

In an even deeper voice, he breathes threateningly: “I said I will be the only one who satisfies you. Because I seem to have neglected that in the past.”

His hands push the straps of my dress off my shoulders.

The fabric drops to the floor at my feet.

“I will make sure you never feel neglected by me again. You will not leave this room until I am absolutely certain that you are completely obedient to me.”

Under no circumstances do I want that! Never again will I obey this piece of trash of a man. I will never follow his instructions again. Those times are definitively over.

That gives me just enough courage.

I struggle again in his tight hold.

Once more, I try to kick him, to strike him with my fists. I try everything to free myself from his grip.

But nothing helps.

He doesn’t even flinch. It doesn’t bother him.

No wonder—Adrien is used to it. Because I am not the first woman to fight back against him.

An arm wraps around my sternum, just a few inches below my throat.

I reach for his forearm, trying to pull it away, but that too is impossible. His strength far surpasses mine. It’s hopeless.

With his hand on my buttock, he pushes me forward.

At the same time, he uses his body weight to push me toward the bed.

With a hard shove, I land on the mattress.

Even now, he makes sure I don’t escape him.

Shortly after, he flips me onto my back.

But that’s not all—he positions my head on the pillow and lays me out full length.

To the right and left of my body, he wedges me in with his legs.

His upper body in the gray suit towers over me.

Roughly, he grabs my arm and fastens a leather cuff around my wrist.

My lungs draw in air sharply as he cinches the leather around my wrists until it hurts.

He repeats the same with my other arm.

“No, this is going too far, Adrien!” Panic spreads inside me.

But Adrien ignores me.

He hooks chains into the cuffs attached to the headboard of the bed.

A moment later, I pull against the iron chains.

The blood in my veins accelerates.

“Too far? No, Elodie. I’m just beginning to remind you who you belong to.”

By now, dark shadows cover Adrien’s eyes. Not shadows born of arousal. His eyes are too dark for that.

“First, you will learn what it feels like to be driven out of your mind by me very quickly.”

He moves to the foot of the bed.

His fingers pull my panties over my thighs, down my legs, until they land on the red sheet.

Then he spreads my legs.

Not a second later, I feel his breath against my exposed intimate area.

“Surely you remember how rarely I pleasure a woman with my tongue. Only select girls get that privilege.”

I pull my legs back, but don’t get far, as Adrien wraps both arms tightly around them.

“I don’t want to be one of your select girls. You have enough others, and your girl who has been by your side forever can’t even exist without you.”

His breath is already touching my labia.

Damn it.

It’s enough—the wetness spreads.

Adrien takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent my wetness releases.

“Oh, you definitely want to be a select girl for me, otherwise you wouldn’t get so wet,” he breathes against my center.

Right now it happens: his tongue moves from below over my wet hole, gliding up the center of my slit all the way over my clit.

I hear him swallow my essence.

Now I am at his mercy. Completely. On a physical and mental level.

He begins to gently suckle on my clit.

I can’t suppress a gasp of arousal.

That only spurs Adrien on more. He sucks harder on my clitoris.

“No, wait. Please stop!” I groan, though I’m no longer sure if I really want him to stop. “Stop, Adrien, before I come!”

Of course, he doesn’t stop.

Time and again, his tongue licks over my drenched vulva.

He skillfully alternates between concentrated stimulation of my clit and licking between my labia.

After a few minutes, I can no longer hold back—I come, screaming out loud.

My body trembles on the mattress, my arms pulling the chains on the leather cuffs taut.

Even Adrien struggles to hold my legs still, finally loosening his firm grip.

As my body calms down, Adrien stands up, looks at me with eyes framed in dark shadows, and finally unfastens his trousers.

“Just as I said. You want to belong to me. Your body doesn’t lie. It wants me. You crave me,” he murmurs with dangerous arrogance.

Skillfully, he sheds his trousers. As soon as his boxers lie beside him and his considerable length appears—I can’t deny that his piece is insane—he bends my legs.

He presses my feet firmly against both thighs.

“Stay like that, or I’ll bind your legs too!”

He positions himself between my legs, placing his hands on my knees to press them apart. Far enough until I feel the pain in my thighs.

His dark eyes linger on my hole.

“I could look at your dripping wet pussy for hours. You can’t imagine how beautiful it is to watch arousal take control of you. All by my doing,” he whispers softly.

Immediately after, I feel the tip of his erection at my opening.

Adrien’s eyes wander to my face, which is still marked by my arousal.

After a second of direct eye contact, he looks between my legs again.

I am not prepared for what comes next.

No one could be prepared for it.

Adrien has never acted like this toward me.

He continues looking down at my wet center, digs his fingers into my knees, and thrusts into me with a brutal shove.

It hurts so much that the scream escaping my mouth rings through the room while my eyes are squeezed shut.

Abruptly, my eyes flutter open again.

In shock, I look at Adrien’s face.

He grins. Maliciously.

At the same time, he thrusts into me again, just as brutally as before.

Somehow, I try to decipher Adrien.

Why did he make me come? What for? There’s no way he did it for my pleasure.

Just as he turns me over with a jerk, digging his fingers into the flesh of my backside, the puzzle pieces fall into place—Adrien wants me to pay. He wants to punish me for escaping him.

The next ruthless thrust makes me scream in pain again. He grows wilder, ever more merciless.

But that’s far from all.

Slap!

With full force, amidst his ruthless pace, he strikes my buttock.

The blow hurts so much that my back arches.

Slap!

The second blow follows right after.

I whimper in pain.

Slap!

The third blow is even more painful.

“Stop, Adrien!” I scream in desperation.

“Not a chance, Elodie. You will endure your punishment!” Adrien roars in an utterly dangerous voice. “You betrayed me. You left me. No one turns their back on me without my express permission—and that applies especially to you, my dearest Elodie. No one goes unpunished.”

I pull at the restraints to free myself somehow, to escape him, but the leather straps sit far too tight; they don’t loosen a bit.

And Adrien’s relentless pace accelerates further.

His firm dick slams in all the way to the limit again and again.

It feels far too thick.

How that’s even possible is beyond my imagination.

He has never been this hard and thick before.

Every single time, I flinch and contort my body.

And every single time, Adrien drags me back.

In combination with the burning pain on my rear, it is barely bearable. At even the slightest movement, I groan in pain.

Adrien isn’t just punishing me.

I have never experienced him this brutal.

I am helpless.

He bound me intentionally so I couldn’t fight back against him.

How can he want to see me suffer like this?

Adrien Beaumont didn’t tolerate losing me for a single moment.

Did he do everything in his power to find me just so he could subject me to a merciless ordeal?

But what Adrien is doing to me isn’t just punishment—this is pure abuse. Or is it?

This isn’t discipline anymore; this is something far worse.

I can’t escape him, and he doesn’t stop, even though I beg him.

The pain he inflicts on me with every ruthless thrust is more than I can endure.

I have long lost all sense of time.

I no longer know which way is up or down.

The pain that simply won’t stop is the only thing I still feel.

My screams somehow find their way out of my throat, but I can’t even comprehend how that is still happening.

It will be over soon, I think during Adrien’s next unforgiving thrusts.

His next relentless, hard thrust will be his last and will signal my end.

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