I’m hesitant, but I do what he asks because of his glaring eyes. I swallow as my pussy slides over the toy, right where my clit is.
Suddenly, it begins to vibrate, and I jolt.
But with a single word, he manages to stop me from moving. “Stay.”
“What …?” I mutter as I turn my head, but the device in his hands already answers my question.
“Do you like it?” His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I got this specifically for you as a welcome home gift.”
Jesus, if this is his welcome home gift, I can’t fathom what our first wedding anniversary will look like. The rumbling between my legs is making my pussy wet already, and it’s only been seconds since he turned it on.
“That’s it … feel the vibrations coursing through your body, setting you on fire.”
The vibrator increases in speed, and a moan slips off my lips before I have a chance to shut my mouth.
“I can make it go harder,” he muses.
“Please …” I mutter. I don’t think I can take any more of this without falling apart.
“Please what?” he says with a deviant tone. “More?”
Before I can reply, he’s already pressed the button, setting off more vibrations that take me over completely. My legs tremble, and my hands falter as I try to hold myself up against the bed.
The crop smacks my ass, and all my muscles tense against the vibrator. A mixture of pain and pleasure ripples through my legs and ass, creating sweet, unwanted bliss.
“See how good it feels to surrender?” he says.
He slides the crop along my ass, all the way down to where the vibrator sits, crossing my pussy as if it’s no big deal. But I feel it. I feel every single touch, every ounce of pain, every drop of lust.
Another whack turns my brain off completely, and a loud moan escapes my mouth.
“Yes … let yourself go, Charlotte,” he murmurs. “Let it happen.”
Arousal bubbles to the surface, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when the crop lands on my red ass once again. Never in my life did I imagine I would ever do this, that I would let a man control me, use me, hurt me like this … and like it. So much that I’m almost ready to come right here, naked on his floor against the bed, fucked by a device instead of him.
“Why don’t you get it over with?” I mutter, delirious with need. “Why don’t you fuck me?”
“Because I want you to beg for it,” he says.
WHACK!
The crop lands on my other cheek, and delicious shockwaves travel through my body again.
I don’t know what to say or what to think. I can’t process my own thoughts, and I don’t even want to. It’s too good, too delicious, even though my body no longer feels my own. I’m chained to this bed, but every time the crop lands on my ass, I feel as free as a bird with its wings spread wide.
“And if you won’t, I will make you come and come until all you can do is beg for more.”
He smacks me once more, and the ripples are so intoxicating they send me into ecstasy. And I ride the vibrator as though it’s my last resort. I feel filthy, sinful, and everything he said I would be in his possession, but I don’t even care anymore. All I want is to fly high and find my release.
“You’re so fucking wet …” he groans, sliding the crop along my slit and all the way up to my ass. “Now come for me.”
The final smack sends me over the edge. I come hard, riding the dildo like a dirty whore, just as he wants me to as moans cascade from my mouth. Something drops to the floor, and a zipper comes undone. Within a few seconds, Easton’s positioned right in front of me, thick cock on full display. Grabbing my face, he shoves his dick inside my mouth without warning.
I gag on his full length as it reaches all the way deep down in my throat. It bounces up and down against my esophagus, and I can’t fucking breathe. All the while, the sensations from below bombard me.
“Yes, fucking come again and again with my cock right inside your mouth, princess. Be fucking filthy with me,” he groans, shoving his cock down my throat again.
He grabs the leash and unties it, only to hold it in his hands while face-fucking me like an animal. And I’m not even protesting.
What’s wrong with me?
What changed that made me so complacent?
Am I that greedy for more?
In and out, in and out, I can’t keep track. All I can do is stay in place as he fucks my mouth while holding the collar around my neck tight. His eyes bore into mine as if to say I’m his without words. And even though there is no ring on my finger, I am his … from the moment we said yes at the end of the aisle.
The vibrator stuck between my legs hums with delight. Every thrust adds another layer of arousal until I hit the peak once again.
And when I fall apart against the vibrator … so does Easton.
Right inside my mouth.
Cum spurts against the back of my throat while he howls like a beast. My pussy clenches with need as my throat clamps shut. I can’t breathe, can’t think as the cum drizzles down into my stomach, and he keeps me locked in place.
“Swallow it all …” he groans.
And I do. Every single drop.
When he pulls out, I cough and heave, trying to catch my breath. The vibrator is still going, driving me mad with lust.
He tips up my chin, and his eyes smolder with heat as he presses a kiss to my forehead. And for a second there, I almost forget he’s my husband, my captor, and that I’m the wife in chains.
Until he ties the leash to the bedpost again and slides off himself, then zips up again. He marches straight for the door.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
He raises his brows at me. “Work.”
“What?” My eyes widen. “You can’t leave me here like a …”
He opens the door. “Like a what?”
I’m not gonna say it out loud. “I’m chained to the bed,” I hiss. “With a vibrator between my legs.”
“Yes.” He cocks his head as if that’s a normal thing. “Exactly the way I like it … and you.” He winks.
My jaw drops. He doesn’t mean … He’s not …
“Have fun,” he muses, and then he shuts the door behind him, leaving me all alone.
Vibrating into madness.
Chapter 15
Easton
I let her simmer in her room for a few hours. She must hate me for it, but love and marriage come at a costly price. And I want her to know how far I’m willing to go to win her back from that guy.
I clench my fist at the mere thought of that guy worming his way into her good graces. I wish I could take her entire memory of him and shred it, but she would never forget about the one who plucked her from the streets and gave her a home and a bed to sleep in.
And a part of me wishes I was that guy.
That I was the one who saved her from the man keeping her captive.
But I will never be the white knight in shining armor.
I am a Van Buren, destined to be a workaholic and a cold-hearted bastard.
But I’ll be damned if I didn’t love that girl being driven crazy by lust right now up in her room. With her dirty mouth and classy act, she’s managed to convince me she’s the one and only from the very first day. Now I only need to convince her back.
She’s already falling for me. I can see it in the way she looks at me, practically begging me to stop. Because she hates how much she likes it, how much she wants me to touch her, kiss her, and love her. It won’t be long before she admits the truth; I’ll make sure of it.
But first, we need to fix her missing ring. A part of her punishment was due to her throwing it away. I’m going to have to spend twice the amount of money on a ring now. But I guess that’s to be expected from a reluctant bride.
After all, she knows I have a stranglehold over her father and his business.
As a matter of fact, that motherfucker still needs to pay for what he did.
I open m
y laptop and search my videos until I find the one from last night when I chained her to the bed and whipped her pussy. I can still hear her fucking moans in my ear, and it turns me on to see her like that, on her knees, pussy dripping wet.
I make a snapshot of that very moment and another one of her sucking my dick … and then I open my email service and type out a note.
It was my tenacity that brought her back to me, and her lust that brings her to her knees. Enjoy these pics of Charlotte. Maybe I’ll send you some more if you do anything stupid again. Hope your business isn’t failing too hard … I’ll be watching.
Easton
With a vicious smile forming on my lips, I hit the send button.
I wish I could see that motherfucker’s face fall off his skull the moment he sees those images.
Suddenly, Jill strolls into my study with a drink and some peanuts. “Hungry, sir? Thought you could use something after all that rumbling and tumbling.”
“Rumbling and tumbling?” I mumble as I quickly close the laptop.
Her cheeks change color fast. “Well, I mean … We could hear it downstairs.” She laughs a little.
My brow rises. “Could you now?”
“It’s fine,” she adds. “Of course. It’s your house, after all.” She places the peanuts and drink in front of me. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
I don’t know if I should be thankful or creeped out. I mean, I don’t enjoy my staff listening to my private business. She normally never comments on what I do and usually does what she’s told, which is why I’m so confused by her sudden change in behavior.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” she says, giving me an awkward smile.
“Because you’re snooping into my business,” I say.
She stops moving around, cleaning my study like she always does, and looks me dead in the eyes. “What do you mean?”
“What I do with Charlotte is my business, not yours,” I say.
“Right. Of course, sir,” she says, clearing her throat. “I apologize if I’ve offended you.”
“It’s fine.” I raise a hand. “But I do want to make sure you understand my rules.”
“Of course, sir.” She nods. “I just …” She blinks a couple of times and looks away. It’s as though she doesn’t want to tell me even though the words practically roll off her tongue.
I fold my arms. “What?”
“I … I …” Her face turns bright red now, and she can’t even look at me. “It’s nothing.”
She storms off, so I follow her and grab her arm. “Tell me.”
She pauses, and I release her from my grip. Her hand brushes along her skin where I touched her. “I … feel a little sick.” She clears her throat again. “That’s all.”
“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” I reply. “If you need medication, feel free to take some from my cabinet.”
“No, it’s fine,” she says, adding a kind smile.
“If it’s that time of the month, I can give you some extra money to purchase some sanitary products,” I say.
Her eyes widen. “No, no, it’s not—”
I lean in and bow my head. “It’s fine. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I wouldn’t be a good boss if I didn’t give my assistant whatever she needs to work for me.” I pat her on the arm. “You already have a credit card with my name on it. Buy whatever you need.”
I walk back to my desk and take a sip of the drink she brought me. Rum. My favorite. Jill always knows what to bring to cheer me up.
She lowers her eyes and rubs her lips together. “Um … thanks.”
She sounds so ashamed as though she’s still worried I’ll hate her for letting Charlotte escape. But I can’t blame her forever. It was my fault too for not letting enough guards accompany them and for letting Charlotte out of the house before she was truly ready.
Jill’s always been here by my side, helping me out with everything I’ve needed from day one, and I should be grateful for that.
“No, thank you for looking out for me,” I say, lowering my drink.
“You’re welcome,” she says, turning her head. But as she speeds off, I’m caught off guard by the wetness in her eyes … and the brisk fingers that wipe away the single tear rolling down her cheeks. And that one part of me I thought was good, the last sliver of hope crushes under the weight of my own damn icy-cold heart.
Fuck.
* * *
Charlotte
Hours pass before the door to my room opens again. I’m exhausted from the sheer number of orgasms I’ve had on this device that’s firmly clenched between my legs. I tried to move so many times, but the chain wouldn’t allow it. And the longer I stayed in position, the weaker I became.
My legs have turned into a puddle beneath me. I’m shaking from the intense sexual lust flowing through every fiber of my being and the sheer need consuming me whole.
Easton walks into my room, closing the door behind him, and I can barely lift my head to look at him. I’m tired … and so fucking aroused I can’t think straight. I want this to end. I want to explode into bliss.
Easton stands in the middle of the room, towering over me. He stares at my naked body, his eyes following every bead of sweat that rolls down my forehead. The moment seems to last an eternity.
My lips part, and my tongue moves without regret.
“Please,” I murmur.
The left side of his lips inches up as he lowers his head. Almost as if he’s waiting for me to continue.
So I do. “Fuck me.”
The words that slip from my mouth release the load off my shoulders. I’ve been carrying this guilt and shame for far too long. It’s done now. My resolve is gone.
I want this more than anything.
My body quakes with yearning. It wishes there was more than this device thrumming against my clit. My body already knew long ago what my mind refused to believe. My soul wants this man. It’s tethered to him by something more than a debt. My body sings to his tune, and he knows this well.
It’s showing on his face in his wicked smile and the triumphant glimmer in his eyes.
He’s won.
I lower my head in defeat as he approaches. There’s no point in fighting him. He’s already claimed my body, so why would I hold onto that last sliver of me? Besides, I don’t even want to anymore. There’s nothing I crave more than to have him deep inside me, to come one last time, and then fall into an eternal sleep.
Suddenly, the buzzing between my legs stops. Sensations no longer bombard my clit, but it continues to throb with pleasure. It’s a strange feeling … as though someone has ripped away the very thread that kept me together.
When Easton’s hand touches my shoulder, I brace for what’s to come. Will he shove me against the bed and fuck me on the floor from behind? Will he pull me up by my chain and fuck me on the bed in traditional style? Or will he shove me against the door and make me look at him while he takes my pussy?
His hand slides upward along my neck, and he cups my chin and lifts my head. He slithers down to grasp the chain.
Click.
The chain falls to the floor, and I’m no longer confined to the bed.
Just like that … I’m free.
Chapter 16
Charlotte
His fingers underneath my chin lift me up, but I am so worn down I collapse immediately into his arms. He scoops me up from the floor in his arms and carries me all the way to the bathroom. He sets me down inside the tub and turns on the faucet. The running water feels good on my cold and still vibrating skin, but I can’t stop wondering why he’s doing this.
I said the words … the ones he was looking for all along. I expected him to take me right then, so what is he planning?
He takes off his clothes one by one and places them neatly on the chair in the corner before sliding into the tub too. I sit there with my legs tucked in against my torso, clenching them tightly as he scoots toward me. He
grabs my arm and peels my grip off my legs, forcing me to come to him. He pulls me close and wraps me in his arms, his legs beside my body and his hands on my skin.
The warmth of the water pales in comparison to the heat from his body against mine.
I don’t understand. Why is he doing this? What does he gain? Does he intend to fuck me here, or is he trying to confuse me? If so, it’s worked because I don’t know what to think or feel for him.
All I know is that my body responds to his touch with more excitement. Despite being stuck on a vibrator for hours, my pussy still clenches with need as his hands slide along my sides and brush past my breasts.
I feel naked … vulnerable … as though he’s entering a part of me I’ve never freely given away. Yet here I am, letting him touch me and wash me.
He pours the soap onto his hands and lathers it on my skin, rubbing my shoulders, my arms, and my back. Everything is done so tenderly that I’m lost in thought, and I close my eyes and let it all happen. He’s like a completely different man. He’s rarely been this gentle. The last time I remember was when I was crying my eyes out in the middle of the night, and he came to lie next to me. We even had a fight about it the next morning.
Is this who he truly is? The man underneath the monster’s mask, who could be kind and sweet if he wanted to?
I lick my lips and sigh as he massages my shoulders and temples, and then washes my hair too. It’s so strange to sit here with him. As if it’s the most normal thing in the world, and we do this every day. But he’s never made me feel this comfortable.
Is the punishment finally over? Is he content with all the ways I’ve suffered for him?
“Why are you doing this?” I ask.
He rinses off the soap. “I can’t bathe with my wife?”
“I never … You can, but—”
“You’re trying to make sense of something that can’t be understood,” he responds.
“Yeah.” Why is it so easy for him to read my mind? “I thought you wanted to …?”
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