** WARNING ***

This is definitely an ADULT ONLY story. It will contain some pretty unpleasant scenarios including torture, sex (including non-consensual) and undoubtedly more as the story unfolds. If this is likely to upset you please don't read. I have put this warning at the beginning of the story and as visible as possible as these things are starting right from chapter one so please don't even read that if its likely to be a trigger or whatever. I don't want to be responsible for anyone being upset and also don't want people to read this story thinking it's a fluffy, romantic love story. If that's what you're looking for, I'd move on – sorry!

The bar was busy again tonight.

Drunken patrons wolf whistling and grabbing at my ass as I walked past in my barely-there outfit Perfect.

I made my way through the tables as quickly as possible, delivering drinks whilst the men mostly enjoyed the shows on the various stages. A couple got a bit handsy, one dragged me into his lap. I couldn't argue or fight him. This was my job. As long as things didn't go too far I had to put up with it, and it was the security guys who determined what "too far" was. Still, it could have been worse, tomorrow I was scheduled to dance. God how I hate that.

I retreated behind the bar to pour the orders I had taken on my way back and was absent mindedly pouring another shot of whisky for the attractive but twitchy guy on table 4 when I felt cold hands clamping down on my hips. My body was forcefully pulled backwards into a large, hard body. Alcohol soaked breath heated my neck as I felt him grind his erection into my ass. He moaned as his hands tightened painfully on my hips.

"My office. Now".

He left me without another word and I was quick to hand my orders over to the other waitress working on this bar, Jessica. Her look of sympathy forced a blush to bloom across my face. She knew what was going to happen, he'd no doubt be bragging about it for all to hear later, just to increase my shame. Asshole.

It took me a couple of minutes to negotiate the packed bar, avoiding groping hands and slaps but finally I made my way up the stairs to the offices on the top floor. Walking down the dimly lit black hallway I paused outside the tacky, leather padded door and took a deep, calmly breath. I could do this. I had no other choice.

I clasped the handle and pushed, opening into his office. It was large and like the hallway leading to it, dark and dimly lit. There was a large wooden desk dominating much of the opposite wall, with a leather sofa off to the left.

I had expected to find him sitting on the sofa waiting for me so my shock caused my first slip as I allowed my eyes to meet his as I scanned the room, finding him leaning casually against the front of his desk. I dropped my eyes immediately but not before I noticed the angry narrowing of his eyes as he scowled, noticing my error. I forced myself to take a couple of deep breaths, willing my body to calm, my heart to stop pounding in my chest.

"Shut the door Isabella".

His voice was low and clear, void of any emotion but fiercely commanding as ever. I immediately did as ordered and pushed the door shut behind me, turning the lock as I knew by now was also required. He was silent for several long seconds, I could feel his eyes on me but willed myself not to look up, I'd already slipped up once and he did not tolerate disobedience. These meetings we had were never pleasant for me, but I was really hoping I could get out of this one in better shape than I had last time. I really needed to not piss him off.

"You disappoint me Isabella. Why do you insist on disappointing me?"

I drew in a short breath, this was not good. I bit at my bottom lip to try to keep the tears at bay as the panic consumed me. Still, he didn't move and still I could feel his eyes on me. I had not been commanded to speak so held my tongue, keeping my eyes downcast. I knew this game well enough now, certainly well enough to not make rookie mistakes like talking without permission.

"I asked you a question. Answer." His voice was sharp, lashing me as viciously as any whip.

"I do not mean to disappoint you Sir. If i have done anything to disappoint you I am very sorry",

I heard him sigh and push slowly off the table. He took a couple of measured steps towards me, closing the distance until he was just a couple of feet infront of me. I could see the toes of his shiny black shoes in my line of sight on the floor. Just the sight of those had my body trembling, an unconscious reaction I couldn't control but one I knew would displease him further.

"If Isabella? IF?" He lunged forward and my body instantly recoiled with no conscious command to do so, he grabbed my chin and wrenched my head up sharply, forcing me to look at him as he used his body to push me back further until my back was pressed against the cool leather of the door. My heart was hammering wildly now and the scant contents of my stomach churned. I prayed they would not make an appearance. God only knows what the punishment would be for vomiting all over his shiny shoes.

"I gave you an order Isabella", his voice was a savage whisper, spat directly into my face, "I told you I required your presence here immediately. I had to wait nearly five minutes. FIVE minutes Isabella. You do not keep me waiting".

I wanted to answer back, to shout at him about the shit I had to put up with during the trek across the dancefloor of his fucking club. I wanted to tell him that his disgusting needs had interrupted the work I was doing to fund his club so I had to deal with handing that off. If I'd left the work un-finished I'd get punished for that too. I could do no right. I also knew better than to speak against him, it was a guarantee to a painful end. So I bit my tongue and blinked away the tears pooling in my eyes. He glared at me, hard and cold and calculating.

"I think I have been too kind to you the last few months Isabella. I have been soft, allowing you to behave entirely disrespectfully – don't think I missed you staring as you walked into the room. You know better than that"

His hand moved from where it was gripping tightly onto my jaw and lowered slowly down to the column of my neck. I didn't break eye contact, I knew better than to do that now he'd commanded it. I didn't miss the cruel smirk he gave me as his hand tightened painfully around my neck. I knew it for what it was – a warning. He owned me. He controlled me. My life was quite literally in his hands and if I didn't please him and obey him he could end it in a second. He liked to taunt me with the power he held over me. He knew I hated it.

He released his grip, moving his hand lower until it held roughly onto my breast as he pushed his hips into me, his erection pushing uncomfortably into my thigh. He lowered his head to speak directly into my ear as he rubbed himself against me, my last meal again threatening to make an appearance as my stomach turned in revulsion at his close proximity.

"We have a friend arriving tomorrow Isabella. I expect you to make her welcome and to get her up to speed with the way things are done in my household quickly but maybe a lesson is in order before I entrust such responsibility to you…."

In a flash he had backed away from me and was roughly pushing on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel before him. My breathing picked up again as I prepared myself for what was about to happen. I hated him. I hated him near me and more than anything I hated his fucking cock. I had fantasised so many times about cutting the disgusting thing off. Of course, I could not and would not do any such thing.

He fisted his hand in my long hair, winding it around tightly so he gripped it firmly, completely controlling the movement of my head. He yanked back hard, forcing me to look up at him. The tears flowed freely but silently now and he didn't complain. He enjoyed my tears. He enjoyed it even more when I cried out. My fear, shame and pain turning him on more than any skimpy, slutty outfit.

"Take it out Isabella".

I lifted shaking hands to his crotch and after a few seconds of fumbling I managed to get the button undone and pulled the zip down. My breath was coming out in harsh gasps, almost sobs as I reached inside to pull out his hard, weeping cock. Disgusting.

"Kiss it Isabella" He thrust the vile thing into my face to reiterate his point.

He released the pressure on my hair just enough for me to lower my lips to the tip, placing a trembling kiss there. His free hand that wasn't holding my head still reached down, fisting his length and running the tip over my lips, smearing the pre-cum in its wake. My stomach churned again. He held his cock still at my lips, pressing slightly.

"Open Isabella".

I opened my mouth as commanded and closed my eyes, trying to forget where I was and what was happening to me right now. He pushed the tip of his cock into my open mouth and I felt it heavy on my tongue as his hand left it to join the other one on my head, holding me in a vice grip with no chance of moving or escaping the intrusion. He started thrusting immediately, hitting the back of my throat roughly with each violent thrust. There was a time when I'd have been gagging and choking but practice really does make perfect, my gag reflect was almost non-existant. Almost. He tested it as he pushed his entire, not insignificant length, into my mouth until my nose was pressed against his pelvis. He held me there moaning as I gagged and panicked from my inability to breath. Finally after what felt like hours he pulled out of my mouth, laughing as I coughed and spluttered and cried.

"Good Girl. You've got so good at sucking cock. Now, how about swallowing cum…"

With that he forced his way back into my mouth, thrusting hard and fast in a frantic rhythm, grunting and groaning above me until with a roar he spilled himself right into the back of my throat. Practice again makes perfect. I managed to swallow every drop as I gasped for breath and he finally pulled his quickly sagging cock away from me, leaning heavily against the door next to me. I took the opportunity to swipe angrily at the tears and cum smeared on my face. I felt filthy. Disgusting.

He was slowly catching his breath above me as I remained kneeling, pressed against the door below him. He slowly started to shove his cock back into his pants as a knock sounded on the small glass window on the door. He pulled back the privacy cover as he straightened and scowled at whoever was on the other side.

"We've got trouble in the club Sir…."

Emmett. Security Guy #1.

"Fucking hell Emmett, cant you deal with it?"

"I think its something you're going to want to deal with yourself Carlisle"

With a huff he backed away from the door, angrily zipping himself up and putting the cover back over the window. He didn't even seem to remember me as he hauled the door open, effectively shoving me out of the way with the strength he put into it. My tumbling to the ground seemed to remind him of my presence as he paused before exiting the office.

"Don't forget Isabella. Our new arrival tomorrow. Be ready to leave in one hour."

Without another word he exited the office, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving me alone to my shame and tears.

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This idea came to meand wouldn't leave so thought I'd share my sick little mind with you guys and see what you all think. I've got a few chapters written. They will be relatively short chapters and I don't expect it to be a long story but I hope to do regular updates as I have got a decent amount of it all done and good to go.

Please review and let me know what you think.