Chapter 5 5

Marco

I looked at my brother. "I wonder what they're up to?" I asked, wriggling my eyebrows.

Demario rolls his eyes. "Is that all you think about brother?"

I grin. "It's not like you don't."

He chuckles. "I guess I don't."

"He's going to teach her a lesson she'll never forget." I grinned evilly.

He has the same grin upon his face. I can't wait until I can put our little Sawyer in her place, a little maid. It's going to be so much fun.

I know we had helped her train a little, but my brother and I thought that it would be fun to dress her up like a maid during her stay here and get her to do the stuff that we were too lazy to do. We thought it was a brilliant concept, so we ran it by Christiano by the scrunch of his face and his creased brows. We both thought he would never agree. Then the evilest of grins slid across his face. Then, by all the luck in the world, he agreed. Something we both thought he would never do. Now it looks like our little mouse isn't such a mouse. After all, she's already started defying Cristiano.

And he isn't one to be defied. He won't tolerate it or take it likely. I guess he's punishing her right now.

Christiano

Sawyer follows me into my room. My dick is hard, but I don't think for one moment she will appreciate me jumping her though I should. I close the door behind me and she jumps. Looking nervously at me, good. She has no idea what I have in store for her.

"Where am I going to sleep?"

I grin evilly. She's so damn naive and cute. Wait, did I just think she was cute? I shook that thought away instantly. She's my puppet, my toy, and I'll enjoy using her as one. She's here because I demanded her to be. She signed the damn contract that bound her to me for as long as I wish her to be in my company. I know my parents won't be too pleased to know I've broken yet another door. Oh well, they have enough money they don't even know what to do with it. We're supposed to have around the clock security and cooking staff, but I've sent the cooking staff away for the time being as I want my pet to do all the work, and she's been doing pretty well so far. Until tonight, that is. How dare she disrespect me in front of my brothers for a measly maid's uniform? I'm still hyped up and angry.

"You'll sleep with me, Sawyer."

Her face drains of all its natural colour as she lets it sink in what I've just told her then when reality finally hits.

"Oh hell no." She says, storming my way. "I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you!"

She's almost passed me when I grabbed her arm and squeezed it. She looks at me through fearful eyes. "You will do as I say."

"I'm going back to my room. I don't care if the door is off."

Damn. She's feisty tonight. My dick is harder than it's been with any other girl. I want to fuck her into next week and make her see that she's safer here with me than out there in a room with no door and with predators like my brothers are. They will not hesitate in taking advantage of the broken door situation and try and get it on with her. Not a fucking chance.

She's MINE!

"You're staying in here, Sawyer. Yours safer in here than in there."

"I'll take my chances."

"You

"You'll do no such thing."

"I'm not sleeping in the same bed with you."

"Then sleep on the floor!"

"I will." She says, ripping her wrist away, turning around and stumping away.

Oh, I think not. I am behind her quicker than she has a chance to retaliate. I grabbed her and threw her into the bed. I followed, trapping her wrists in my hands, glaring daggers at her. "Yo7 do as I sat Sawyer. You belong to me!"

"I belong to no one!" She says, struggling.

Oh, believe me you do. I lean forward, and she tries to fight with me and push me away, but she is too weak for my strength, so her efforts are futile.

I lean in and breathe in her shampoo and her sweet smell and bite down on her neck, sucking and biting it. She screams and struggles, but in the end her efforts are a failure, and she slumps, giving up as I kiss her neck with one last suck and nip, I move away admiring my handywork. "You are mine Sawyer, you're bound to me. Don't you forget it."

She stares at me dazed, almost unresponsive, but I can see her chest heaving up and down and what a sight it is. I just want to devour them and please her one day. I will, and she'll enjoy it, but until then my dick will have to grin and bear the five-knuckle shuffle until I get her down on her knees sucking my cock.

I smile at the thought, one that I should really stop unless I want to bust a nut.

"Are we understood? Sawyer?"

She nods.

"Talk!"

"I understand."

"You understand what?"

"I understand Sir."

I grinned widely. "That's better now, let's get some sleep."

"Okay Sir."

I grinned widely and pressed a chased kiss on her lips. "You're learning, Sawyer." I let go of her wrists and lay beside her. She turned to her side. And I scooted closer to her, wrapping my arms around her. "Don't think you will get away from me that easily Sawyer." I said, kissing her hair, closing my eyes.

I step out of my bedroom feeling more refreshed than ever having Sawyer sleeping in my bed. I've slept better, more peacefully. I think it's about time she moved into my room permanently.

"Good morning brother." Marco greets with a smirk on his face.

Great, my perfect morning turned sour in a matter of seconds.

"Marco."

"What the hell did you do to Sawyer's bedroom door?"

"She wouldn't answer, so I kicked it in and tortured her." I smirked.

"Dad's going to be pissed."

Like I care, it's nothing new for him to be pissed at what we do. Especially me, the less favorable one can do nothing right, always wrong.

I shrugged. "What's new?"

"Where's Sawyer, if she's not in her room?"

I grinned.

"You dirty dog."

"It's just until the door gets sorted."

"I bet it is."

I grin. I have no intention of her going back into that room.

"Who, what happened to Sawyer's door?"

I grinned. "I happened."

"Dad's going to be so pissed he hasn't long paid for a new door in this place because of one of your tantrums."

"Well, then he'll have another to pay for p. For yet another tantrum."

"So is Sawyer in another room? Or is she where I think she is?"

"She's in my room sleeping. We had a little chat and hopefully from now on she'll be more obedient."

"I hope so, for all our sakes, or dad will want her gone. No ifs, no buts, just gone."

I sigh. "I know. But I'm not letting him get one over on me this time. I won't let him take what's mine."

"Ours."

I growled. "She's my pet."

"Ours. Chris, we agreed."

"Maybe, but she is in my bed, and she will only ever be in my bed, understand?"

They look at me dumbfounded. "UNDERSTAND!" I growl in frustration. They can play with her all they like, but she's mine and mine alone.

"We understand."

"Good. Let me wake up Sawyer, and we can all eat together and head to school.