by Crimson Syn
“I think she deserves punishment,” I whispered in her ear and felt her shudder in my arms.
Dipping my fingers into the seam of her panties, she mewled as my fingers dipped into her. Smiling I dragged my hand back out, gently sliding my wet tips along her lip. Her eyes were focused on my mouth and they were slightly glazed over.
I held her there, the scent of her cunt on her mouth, my cock throbbing against the palm of her hand. I leaned in and licked her, sucking her juices off her lips until her knees gave out. She slithered down to the ground before me, giving me a full view of her plush tits, barely tucked into her gown. As she’d slid down my body I’d grabbed onto the soft belt that held her dress together, and slowly slid it off her waist. Coming up behind her, I uncovered her body, her tits encased in a white silk bra that matched her underwear. I grinned at how pretty she was, her skin held a pink glow to it, her red hair shone in the sunset.
Kneeling down on her side, I grabbed her arms and drew them back behind her. Slowly I wrapped her wrists, binding her so that I could use her however I wanted. I caressed her cheek as I circled to stand in front of her. My cock leapt to attention as it grazed her soft lips and her tongue lightly lapped at it, before I pulled back.
Leaning down I gripped her chin and licked her lips. “Now you’re going to suck cock like the good little whore that you are.”
She whimpered as I dragged my cock along her lips, coating them in the juices that leaked from the tip. She was a good girl. So well behaved. So eager to please. Her tongue roamed around the head of my dick, licking and suckling. I loved the way her delicate muscle worked the shaft. She knew just what to do to tease me, to make me throb. Running her tongue along the base she reached my two heavy balls. Her mouth roamed over them, sucking on them, devouring them as she moaned greedily. Every swipe of her tongue brought me to the edge, but I never told her that. I wanted her to think I held all the power, when in truth, she fucking disarmed me.
I fucked her nice and hard, my balls driving against her lips, my cock being suffocated by her throat. Fuck did it feel good to be captured and held there. Her hot mouth working me incessantly. I had to force myself to pull out or she’d make me cum, and that was not the plan today.
Tipping her chin back, I forced her to look at me. “Stand up.”
She quickly obeyed, struggling a bit so I helped her. I stood back, and her cheeks flushed pink as I watched her. Slowly I circled her, teasing her as I came up behind her. I placed my cock between her hands and she wrapped her fingers around it, slightly stroking it.
“Does it make you wet?”
She hummed her response and bit her lip. Reaching around her I stroked her pussy through the silk. “Such a dirty little girl. That pussy is all wet for me, isn’t it? Sucking my cock did this to my new wife, didn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmmm,” I rumbled as I undid her bra and slipped it up over her head and down her arms. She gasped as my hands cupped and massaged her heavy tits.
Gripping her by her bound wrists, I whirled her around and bent her over the balustrade. She whimpered as I trailed my hands down her to her ass and spanked her hard. First one cheek then the next, until they were nice and cherry red.
Crouching down behind her I yanked her panties down to her knees. Spreading her cheeks apart, I swiped my tongue along her slit which was dripping with her creamy juices. I let my tongue trace her lips, nipping and sucking at them, never quite reaching her clit. She wiggled her ass in frustration as I teased and sucked at her. Every movement she made, I slapped her ass hard making her whimper. That’s just how I wanted her, begging for it.
Giving her a long hard sweep of my tongue, I left her. Enjoying the sight of her, vulnerable and bent over, her tits smashed against the concrete, her pussy dripping, and her cheeks nice and red. I stroked my cock as I watched her.
“Lucian,” she breathed, her hips rotating wantonly. Oh, she wanted me, I just wondered how long it would take for her to say it.
If there was one thing about Sabrina Montgomery, it was that she was stubborn as fuck. In the three years that we’d been together, I’d tied her up in more way than you can imagine, she submitted time and time again, yet she still refused to beg. I accepted it a while ago, but not today. Today I wanted it.
“What do you want, Sabrina?”
“Lucian. Stop, just…”
“Just what?”
“Please, Lucian.”
“Beg for it.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll leave you there. That tight little pussy dripping with nothing to dip into it.”
“Lucian,” she whined, and I chuckled, reaching out and spanking her plush flesh once again.
“All you have to do is beg me.”
“No.”
“Then you get nothing.”
I started to walk away when her voice rang out. “Lucian! God, Lucian, please. Don’t go.”
Her whimper made me smile. I’d never leave her, I just wanted to push her a little, and sure enough she was already breaking for me.
“Say it,” I spoke, my back still turned to her.
“Please Lucian, I beg you, please give me your cock. Don’t leave me like this, baby.”
“Say it again,” I turned to her, a hungry look in my eyes and I watched as her body flushed before me. She was excited and so was I.
“I beg you, Lucian. Take me. Fuck me, please.”
“Good girl,” I purred, stroking my hand along the length of her as I positioned myself behind her.
Gripping the silk strap around her wrists, I lifted her up, so that her tits were in the air. Sliding my cock between her pussy lips, I teased her.
“Is that what you wanted.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“My big dick inside your slutty pussy,” she yelped as I spanked her again. “Such a dirty slut, you are.”
I slid my cock deep inside of her, loving her moan of pleasure. It echoed in the silence and I replaced it with the sound of our wet bodies slamming together. Over and over I gave her what she wanted, my name on her lips as she came for me. Shuddering all over me, only to have me pick up speed and start all over again.
My sweet Sabrina, her full submittal finally mine. She’d given up control for me, and I knew it took everything in her to fully give it away. But I was her husband, and she was my wife, she was mine in every way. And trust was something we both needed to learn. This moment, this was her giving me her body, her soul, her trust.
I twirled her around and untying her hands, I sat her on the balustrade. She accepted me instantly, wrapping her body around me as I continued to fuck her long and hard. Her hips undulated, grinding against me, taking me deeper and then she cried out. Her release sweeping me with her.
She sucked in a breath and the words came out and warmed my heart. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
I chuckled against her breast and held her tight. “I love you too, baby.”
“You realize you actually begged, don’t you?” I laughed as she slid down and jumped into the pool.
“I did no such thing.”
I leaped in after her, loving her giggle as I lifted her into my arms. “Yes, you did.”
She smiled at me and wrapped her soft body around me. “Maybe, just this once, I wanted to give you what you wanted.”
“Thank you.”
Her look was so tender I felt my heart shudder. She was so damn perfect. I never really thought I could find this type of love. It was not something I fantasized about, not something I wanted. But I’ll tell you one thing, when it hits you, there’s no walking away from it. It’s not something you can do, not something you want to do, ever.
Being here, in her arms, I found what was missing inside of me. Instead of running from the world, I ran towards her, and I found that missing piece my soul kept searching for.
EDGE
A Prequel to The Lesson
SYNOPSIS
She was a broken dove
E
scaping a brutal past.
When I was hired to find her
I never thought I’d end up here.
EDGE
This wasn’t a place for someone as sweet as her.
This was a place of sin, of pleasure.
But how could I not give her what she so desperately needed.
I was supposed to bring her back.
Instead, I found myself getting lost in her.
Saving her was the least of my troubles.
Loving her became my sole purpose.
Prologue
Aracely
“You fucking, bitch!”
I screamed as the plates were slammed against the tile, pieces of ceramic flew across the room. I turned around, the pots still hot on the stove, and looked over at the burly man seated at the head of the table. The murderous look in his eyes told me I might not survive this night.
He pushed the chair back, the sound of the screech of the wood on the hard wood floor broke through the heavy silence. I screamed as he came at me, holding up my hands as he grabbed at me, yanking my hair back and shoving me against the stove. Pots rattled, and I yelled out as my hand flew back onto the hot stove to steady myself. Tears filled my eyes as he grabbed me by the neck.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice, bitch. Did you think I wouldn’t know you were trying to poison me?”
I shook my head, trembling in fright. “I don’t understand,” I managed to croak out before he back handed me, sending me sprawling onto the floor.
I slid up, grabbing onto my burnt hand, holding onto that pain instead of the one he was inflicting on me. “I told you I was allergic to garlic, and you coated that salmon in garlic, didn’t you?”
I shook my head. “No! No, mine has garlic, but I would never…”
He yanked me up, only to backhand me once again. I whimpered, cowering into a corner. This had been my life for the last three years. I should have known from the beginning that he would be cruel, that he would destroy me. The first time he hit me, I had been eighteen, just out of high school. I didn’t know any better. He’d pulled me out of the dump I was living in, he’d given me food and shelter, in my eyes, he was my savior.
I had no friends, no family, I had been in the foster system my entire life. Being pushed around or beaten every once in a while. This wasn’t anything new for me. But that first time, he’d apologized so profusely that I’d believed him. How stupid of me.
He yanked me up by my shirt and slapped me again, I yelped as blood spurted from my mouth. He’d ripped my lip open once again. He flung me up against the refrigerator and I slid down, limp and numb from all the beatings he’d given me throughout the years. I prayed maybe this would be the last. That he’d kill me once and for all.
He crouched beside me and I barely blinked as I stared down at his boots. My vision blurred, and I knew my left eye was already swollen and sealing shut. Blood poured down my chin and my body trembled of its own accord.
“Fucking weak, bitch! I’m gonna make you eat every ounce of this fucking food,” he lifted the salmon that had been thrown on the floor and shoved it into my mouth. I screamed as shards of the plate came with it. Over and over he slammed it into my mouth, slapping me as he did. Forcing me to chew on it. At one point I whimpered as a shard of glass cut my tongue open.
He laughed at me then, as blood poured out of my mouth. The most diabolical laugh I’d ever heard. “That’s so you learn that I’m smarter than you! That you’re a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve what I have to offer.”
He slammed my head back against the refrigerator and grimaced at me in disgust. “Now get the fuck up and clean this shit up!”
As I went to get up, his foot came out and kicked me in the gut. I collapsed onto the floor, the air ripped out of me as I struggled for a breath.
“Worthless, cunt.” He stepped over me, and relief spilled into me as he finally left me alone.
Picking myself up, I faltered, gripping onto the edge of the counter in order to lift myself up. I went to the sink and turned on the warm water. Gently I washed out the shards of food and glass that were in my mouth. Tears were spilling from my eyes as blood continued to twist with the swirling water. My hands shook as I stared down at them. My right hand was red and would probably swell from being pushed up against the hot stove. Drops of blood dripped from the gash in mouth into my palms.
I stared at the crimson drops for a long time, knowing this was it. This was my moment to leave. I had to leave before he killed me. I turned, my back pressed against the sink, and took a long look around the kitchen. Shards of glass everywhere, spurts of blood coated the white tile, chairs toppled, the pots lay in disarray. I was lucky this time. Last time he’d taken a hot pan and slammed it against my head. I’d been in the hospital for a week for that one, the scar still outlined my temple.
My eyes fell on my reflection in the glass cabinet and I gasped. I reached up to my bruised face, my eye was swollen shut, my lip still bled, my white blouse completely soaked in blood, my hair matted and covered in food. I looked like I might collapse at any second. Closing my eyes, I tried to take deep calming breaths. This had to be the last time. I wouldn’t be able to take another beating.
I waited for a long time, until I was dead asleep. He’d drunk himself into a stupor and lay snoring in his favorite shitty recliner. I’d gathered the few items I had and then remembered the stash of money he kept hidden in the floorboards. He didn’t think I knew about it, but I’d seen him once or twice thinking he was sneaking things past me.
I gently knelt down by his side of the bed, and slowly lifted the loose floorboards, careful not to make any noise. Reaching in, I felt the envelopes with my fingertips, there were two large manila envelopes. I dragged them out slowly and quickly checked. Bundled inside were several wads of cash. He liked getting paid in cash when he did odd jobs here and there. I never asked about his jobs, if I did I’d likely get another beating, so I kept my mouth shut but I wasn’t stupid. I knew they were illegal. I shoved the envelopes into my small bag and placed the board back in its place.
I crept down the stairs late that night. It was well past midnight and he was still lying in the chair, his mouth propped open as he snored. I was grateful for the grating sounds, they were loud enough to cover the sound of my movements. I took a few items from the kitchen, some water and a few snacks I had hid in the cupboards. I made my way through the kitchen and out the back door, and I started running. It was only a few blocks to the nearest bus stop and I prayed I’d make it out before he came for me.
I took the city bus to the train station and quickly bought the next ticket out of town. I figured if I travelled upstate, maybe I could find a small, quiet town where I could get lost. Where no one would find me. Taking a seat in the back of the train cart I propped my bag onto my knees and slid down in the chair. I winced as I slid the large black sunglasses off my face, it was probably a horrid sight.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to me, but all I knew was that I had enough. I was tired, and at twenty-one I had nothing. no one in my life to help me. He’d made sure of that. I had never been allowed out, except when I was with him, and he didn’t have any friends. I wasn’t allowed to question him, the first time I did he’d broken my wrist, all because I asked him why he’d come home so late.
I rummaged through the bag and reached for one of the envelopes. Searching the cart, I made sure no one was close enough to see what I was doing. I took out the money that was inside and counted it. One wad had five thousand dollars and I had four of them. Two in each envelope which equated to twenty thousand dollars.
I shoved the envelopes further back into my bag and bit my lip. My hands started to shake because I knew the consequences that came with stealing from Shane Wyatt. I had to find a place to hide and quick. He’d come after me as soon as he found out and I’d be the first person he’d search for.
But I needed to get away. It was my only way out. He may have destroyed my body, bu
t my soul was mine to save.
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WOLF (Hellbound Lovers MC #1)
GRAYSON (Hellbound Lovers MC #2)
RIGGS (Hellbound Lovers MC #3)
CAIN (Hellbound Lovers MC #4)
SETH (Hellbound Lovers MC #5)
GUNNER (Hellbound Lovers MC #6)
DIESEL (Hellbound Lovers MC #7)
KNOX (Hellbound Lovers MC #8)
SINFUL HOLIDAY BOOKS
A Wicked Treat
Dreams by the Fire
Sinful Valentine Wishes
Christmas Angel
STANDALONE NOVELS
Coveted Desire
RAVENHEAD CORPORATION SERIES
Dirty Obsession
Beautiful Betrayal
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