by Z. Stefani
“At least I know he didn’t fuck you first," he sneered as he thrust his finger deep inside of her.
Lux spread her legs wider and began to move against his finger as he pushed it inside of her. She felt her nipples tighten when he began to finger fuck her and lightly slap her ass. She threw her head back as her body bounced with the beat of his thrusting finger.
“I was the first to rip my way inside of you and I will be the last. Betrayal or no betrayal; you are mine, until we’re both dead. He can leak whatever pictures he wants of me, he’s not getting you.” He began to rapidly slam his finger in and out of her as he smacked her ass hard. He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard before pulling back to look at her. Just when she felt the orgasm at the brink of explosion, he pulled away from her. “I hate you for what you’ve done, but I love you enough to suffer through my hate. That doesn’t mean that I won’t make you suffer along with me.”
Even though her body was screaming for release and she was ready to clobber him for stopping, his words took her back. He loved her? If she wasn’t dangling from the ceiling, she would have professed her own love while pleading her case.
Dean walked over to the duffle bag, grabbed the nipple clamps and walked back over to her. He kneeled down before her, pulled her panties off and tossed them across the room. He planted a quick kiss on her vagina before he stood to face her.
“Do you know what these are?” he asked as he held the clamps up. She looked at the long silver chain with the clamps on each end and shook her head. He tugged at her nipple for a moment before he stretched it out.
“Nipple clamps,” he told her before he attached one of the clamps to her nipple.
She furrowed her brow and clenched her teeth together as it clamped down on the tip. It pinched the base, leaving the tip of her nipple exposed and overly sensitized. She tried to pull back, but he stopped her.
“Stay still,” he instructed before he kissed the very tip of her breast. He wrapped the long chain around the back of his neck and began to tug at the opposite nipple. This time he took the tip into his mouth and sucked it vigorously.
Lux felt her clit begin to pulse as the pain in her right breast mixed with the pleasure he was creating in her left breast. Just when she was positive that come would shoot out from her overly stimulated vagina like a bullet, he pulled his head back. He stretched her nipple away from her body and kissed her covered mouth as he attached the other clamp. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The pressure began to disappear as he ran his tongue across the center of her nipple. The pleasure began to creep through her chest and seep down into her vagina. Just as she began to relax, he bit the tip and her body jerked in response.
“I’d stay still if I were you; you have just enough slack to be comfortable. If you pull back too far it’ll hurt.” He demonstrated as he pulled the chains, wondering why he had warned her. He’d brought her here to teach her a lesson but now he was having difficulty.
“It’s like I’m fucking sick. I want to hurt you; I want to make you pay for what you did to me. I want you to feel the pain that I feel.” He gently slid his thumbs across her nipples as he kissed her covered lips. He pulled back to look at her for a moment; she was as exquisite as she was addicting. “But I can’t do what I need to do. When I see you, all I want to do is touch you. If I’m too close, then I can smell you, and I need you. I can feel it deep in my gut, my soul, and my fucking cock; every part of my body demands you. It’s like you fuckin infected me.”
He undid his pants and pulled his thick erection out and bumped the head against her belly. He bent, put his arm under her ass and lifted her up. He held her against his chest as he positioned the head of his cock at her opening.
“You shouldn’t have done it,” he said before he thrust half of his cock inside of her. He slid her down his body to take every inch of his cock inside of her as she went.
She cried out as his ridged erection impaled her. She arched back, mindless to the pull from the nipple clamps as his thick cock bombarded her. He pushed as deep as he could as he pulled her tightly against his chest. She inhaled deeply as she felt her inner wall begin to clench around him. Holding her ass firmly, he used his other hand to reach between them and grab her pussy. He pinched her lips for a moment before sliding his thumb between them to circle her engorged clit.
“Why did you do it?” he growled as he pulled his cock out of her hot canal only to thrust back into her at rapid speed.
She took a deep breath as he pulled his erection out again. She clenched her sex when she felt his head tug at her tight opening. She was trying to prevent him from pulling out when he slammed back into her. She threw her head back and cried out as she twisted her hips and ground against him.
“Damn you feel so fucking good; I’m never letting you go.” He held her tightly, forcing her to take every inch of his cock as he whispered in her ear, “I’d start war to keep you. I’d fight until I won… and I always win.”
He slid back out just a bit before thrusting his cock back into the hilt, forcing a cry from her lips. He squatted down until she was basically sitting on his lap. He bounced her up and down a few times before pulling out and slowly sliding back in. He felt her body tighten and knew by her response that she was close to orgasm.
She shook her head when he removed his hand from between her legs. She cried in frustration as she tried to press her sensitive clit into his body when he shoved his member into her. She could feel her orgasm spark each time his body slammed against her clit.
Realizing what she was doing, Dean sped up and drove into her ruthlessly. She was hanging on the edge of her orgasm, and he was thankful that he was able to ejaculate before she came. He quickly pulled out of her and stepped back to look at her. Her body was in a state of confusion, and he grinned when he saw the anger spark across her face.
“I’m not letting you come,” he said flatly.
“No!” she tried to scream, but the scarf prevented it.
“This I want to hear,” he grinned smugly as he pulled the scarf below her mouth.
“You can’t do this.”
“You deceived me; I can do whatever I want.”
“Then untie my hands, and I will do it myself!”
Her words were like an invisible hand to the cock, which promptly swelled in appreciation. He was suddenly tempted to untie her so she could do just that. The thought of her touching herself while he watched was too powerful to resist.
Just as he took a step towards her, his phone rang. He froze in his tracks, staring at her as he grabbed his phone. It was the delivery; which meant they were probably close, if not waiting at the door for him. He took a deep, composing breath and thanked his lucky stars for the interruption.
“I’ll be back.”
“No, you can’t leave! This is unnecessary cruelty! This is evil, you’re going to hell for this!” she screeched irrationally. Her body was in a state of altered confusion, as if her brain could not explain the lack of orgasm to her deprived body.
“I’ve been in hell since I found those pictures in your dresser,” he said as he pulled the scarf back over her mouth. He turned and walked away.
His words were like a punch to her heart. She watched him as he headed towards the door and then left the room. She wished she could make him see the truth. But how?
Dean rushed to the front door; he wanted to hurry and get his order so that he could get back to Lux. He opened the door to see Vicky with her arms filled with brown paper bags. She was wearing a huge smile and a cupcake costume.
“Hey Dean!” Vicky said cheerfully as she handed him two of the bags. “Don’t mind the suit. Mom is making gourmet cupcakes now, so she’s making us wear this for the next week. I packed like a half dozen cupcakes for you, too. I figured you could try them and spread the word once you realize how delicious they are.”
“Thanks. Did you get everything else?” he asked bluntly.
“Everything..
. plus a little more.” She grabbed the bottle of wine from one of the bags on the ground to show Dean before putting it in one of his bags. “Dad said hello and welcome back.
“Tell him thank you.” He said as he headed towards the kitchen.
She grabbed the rest of the bags and followed him as she continued to talk at a rapid pace, “This is one of the bottles from his latest batch of wine. Some crazy flavor; the ingredient break-down is on the label. Hopefully, you can figure out what flavor it is because none of us have been able to. So where is your Fiancée? Can I meet her?”
“She’s asleep; it was a long trip.” He sat the bags on the table.
“Damn! I’m dying to meet the woman who managed to tame one of the Blake boys. I still can’t believe it; I never thought I’d see the day,” Vicky said as she sat the other large bags on the table.
“You’ll meet her…eventually.”
“I can’t wait! Here’s a little gift for her in the meantime,” she said with a huge smile as she reached into one of the bags and pulled out a present.
“I’ll give it to her,” he replied as he took the pink wrapped present with the huge pink and white, polka dot bow.
“Tell her I said congratulations and I can’t wait to meet her. Well, make sure to call us if you need anything else,” she told him before she left.
He quickly unpacked the groceries and put everything away before he headed back to the exercise room. He opened the door and stepped inside to see her hanging like a ragdoll from the chain, with her head slumped down. He was instantly conflicted as his brain dueled with his heart. His heart ached at the site of her, but his brain reminded him of her betrayal. Part of him wanted to pull her down and spend the rest of the night making up for his brutality. He wanted to kiss every mark he’d inflicted on her skin. Then there was the other part of him; the part that wanted to make her suffer like she’d made him suffer.
Despite his inner war, he knew that she’d had enough for now, and he decided to take her down. With his arm under her rear-end, he picked her up and unhooked her bound wrists from the chain. He carefully eased her arms down and looped them around his neck. When she whimpered, he caressed her arm, and kissed the front of her shoulder.
“I know,” he said soothingly as he wrapped his arm around her body to hold her close. Her body was achy and tired, so she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as he left the room. He knew her legs would be too weak to hold her up, so he carried her upstairs to the main bedroom.
Once he was in the bedroom, he headed to the adjoining bathroom. He carried her through the large, elaborately decorated bathroom and laid her on the earth toned chaise near the oversized window. He stepped away from her long enough to draw the bath water before walking back over to sit beside her. Knowing she was too weak to fight him, he unbuckled her wrists. He untied the scarf from around her mouth and put it on the small golden stand next to the chaise. He held the side of her face and ran his thumb across her lips.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Sore,” she whispered.
“I’m giving you a break for the night but come morning we will resume.”
“Resume the interrogation?”
“Yes.”
“You really don’t believe me?” She was hurt but part of her understood.
“If I did, you wouldn’t be bound,” he answered and her frown deepened.
“I would never do something like that to you,” she protested.
“Don’t forget that I know what you’re capable of. I know how badly you wanted that building.”
He picked her up and carried her over to the claw foot bathtub. He eased her into the water and she sighed as the heat engulfed her. She could feel the hot water begin to loosen her stiff limbs. He pulled the stool closer to the tub and sat down to face her.
“Not bad enough to risk my own reputation with fake pictures,” she scoffed.
“How are your arms?” he asked as he ran his hand down her arm.
“Stiff.”
“How does your ass feel?” he asked with a smirk as he put his hand in the water to run across her hip.
She looked at him and raised her brows as she answered, “Fine.”
“It’s not sore?” he asked as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh.
“A little.” She leaned back against the tub as the hot water shifted against her vagina. She spread her legs a bit when he rubbed the tip of his finger against her sex.
“A little is not enough. I should paddle your ass while your wet,” he said and pinched her pussy lips. She clenched her thighs together and he pinched her harder. “Open your legs!”
She hesitated for a second before she complied. He ran his finger between her lips and across her clit. She spread her legs wider as he slowly circled the sensitive nub a few times. Just when she was ready to relax, he pulled his hand out of the water.
“Why do you keep stopping?” she cried in frustration.
“Because you don’t deserve to come.”
“Fine; I’ll finish it myself,” she growled softly and glared at him for a moment before she slid her hand between her legs.
“Stop,” he warned her, but she continued.
“No,” she snapped back at him.
“No?” he grabbed her by both wrists, raised her arms up, and bent them until her hands touched the back of her neck. He held them there as he ran his free hand across her wet chest. He lightly slapped the plump underside of her breast, and she sighed as the jolt vibrated though her nipple. He skimmed his fingers up the side to the taught tip and began to circle it with his forefinger. She inhaled sharply when he ran his finger across the center of her nipple and then pushed the nub into her breast.
“If you tell me no again, I am going to finger fuck those nips.” He kissed the side of her face lovingly as he pushed her nipple into her plush breast a few times. When he was done, he pinched her nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. She sucked air in through her clenched teeth as he increased the pressure and bent to kiss the very tip. He moved his head to her other breast and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. She writhed and arched her back when he trapped it between his teeth and began to swirl his tongue across the tip.
It felt like sharp bolts of pleasure shooting from her nipples down to her clit. Her body felt as if it were stuck in the pre-orgasmic stage, she felt her muscles tighten as it began to slowly build inside of her. Sucking harder on her nipple, he let go of her other breast to run his hand down the center of her pussy. He rubbed the inside of her lip but refused to touch her clit. She tried to move her hips to force his fingers to brush against her clit. Just as the pleasure intensified, he stopped. He withdrew his hand from between her legs, let go of her breast, and sat back to look at her.
She was caught between begging him to continue or grabbing his hand and forcing him to. Then she saw the smug look on his face and it infuriated her enough to regain some self-control.
“It sucks to get half-fucked, doesn’t it,” he said in a smug tone.
“Prick!” she splashed him with water.
“Oh you want to play?” He grabbed her in his arms and stood up, mindless that she was soaked. She held him tightly as he grabbed a couple towels and then carried her into the bedroom.
He grabbed the scarf from the dresser before putting her on her feet. He quickly dried her off and then wrapped the dry towel around her waist, leaving her chest bare. He grabbed her wrists and began to wrap the scarf around them, but she tried to pull back.
“You don’t have to tie my wrists.”
“Tell me his name, and I won’t,” he said as he paused and looked at her. “Tell me his name, and I will stop all of this right now.”
“I can’t,” she whispered in return.
He frowned for a moment before he barked, “Wrong answer; bend over the bed.”
“No,” she objected and shook her head.
“You have three seconds to bend over, or I will tie you face down
to the bed.”
She raised her chin stubbornly and took a step backwards.
That was the act of defiance he’d been hoping for. She was about to take another step back when he grabbed her and carried her to the bed. He tossed her to the middle and immediately jumped on top of her.
He bent over of her and held her arms above her head as he nipped at her breasts. She tried to pull away from him but he caught her as she turned and he forced her onto her belly. Kneeling above her; he grabbed her tied wrists and attached them to the headboard. He grabbed the scarf from the nightstand and quickly wrapped it around her mouth to silence her again.