“I told you that you are mine,” he says, adding a second finger.
I close my eyes tightly. “That means if I tell you to meet me at the fucking door on your knees when I come home, you are naked and waiting, ready to suck my cock. If I tell you to be naked lying in bed with your ass up in the air, that means be ready to get fucked in the ass.” My body trembles as he removes his fingers before pushing them in again. Slowly. Taunting me. “That means if I tell you no, you shut the fuck up. Do you understand?”
He removes his fingers, and I wait for them to enter me again, but instead, I hear the sound of him unclasping his belt.
It’s so loud, it’s deafening in the silent dining room.
Then he hits me with it on my bare ass.
I cry out, fighting against his hand holding my face down while standing up on my tiptoes as it slaps my sensitive skin. The bite feels like a thousand bee stings.
“Fucking answer me!” he roars, hitting me again.
I knew that one was coming, so I managed to swallow the sob that comes up, but I can’t hold back the tears that spill down the side of my face and onto the table. And I hate that I like them. I hate that my pussy is wet.
“Yes,” I croak out.
He slams the belt down on the table beside me, and then his hand is back between my legs. And I close my eyes tightly, embarrassed that I like the way he is treating me. Like a cheap whore. Just as he said I was.
“That’s my good, Bunny,” he whispers when those fingers enter me again, spreading me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growls.
I rise on my tiptoes, letting out a strangled moan while he roughly works them in and out of me. My heart is pounding, cheek throbbing, and my breath quickening.
“You’re just full of surprises.”
His hand tightens on the back of my neck, and his fingers pick up their pace. The tears continue to slowly fall, but my hips start to move back and forth with his fingers, needing more. The table digs into my hips, bruises already forming, but I don’t care. That feeling that I’ve been missing for so long is building. No matter how many guys I’ve slept with, none of them ever made me come like him.
Fuck!
He removes his fingers quickly, and I whimper in protest. He picks the belt up and lets go of my neck with his other hand. I think he’s gonna spank me again, but instead, he grabs my hands and pulls them behind my back. Quickly, he wraps the leather around my upper arms, pulling them together tightly. Arching my back, I bite my lip to keep from crying out from the pain.
He ties it off and then his free hand goes back to holding the side of my face down against the table. I swallow as wetness pools between my legs. I’m so wet I can feel it running down my inner thigh.
He steps back into me, and I hear his zipper being lowered. I suck in a breath when I feel the head of his cock press against my soaked entrance.
“Tell me to stop, Bunny,” he whispers roughly.
And I know he’s fighting the same internal battle that I am.
I hate him!
He hates me!
But right here, right now, we both want what we’ve been missing for years.
“You have to say the words,” he growls, getting impatient.
No matter how many times he wants to slap me around, he would never cross this line. He would never fuck me unless I allowed it. And I fucking want it.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, pressing my ass into him. “Please, Avery …”
I whimper when he spreads my wet lips open to accommodate his large size, my words trailing off.
I expect him to shove his cock into me and take me rough and fast like he did with his fingers. Instead, he surprises me by slowly sliding inside me like he did the other night. And that makes it worse.
New tears come to my eyes at the feel of him, and it takes what little breath I have away.
“Fuck, Bunny.” He breathes pulling his hips back, and I whimper. “I almost forgot how good your cunt feels.”
I never forgot how good you felt.
No amount of alcohol or drugs could erase my mind. Memories. They’re a sickness with no cure. And I’ve been slowly dying ever since I lost him.
I suck in a long breath when he glides forward again, slower than last time. And without thought, I shove my hips back, trying to push against him. My silent plea that I want more.
Need more.
He chuckles, and I close my eyes tightly. The sound making me feel more ashamed than anything he could possibly do to me.
Now he knows that I want him.
I’d rather him think I had a temporary lack of insanity than think I willingly gave it. That after all these years I still want him.
I’m so fucked up.
So I fight.
I use my chest and legs to push myself off the table. I get about three inches before his hand shoves the side of my face back down. I start wiggling my hips back and forth. “Get off me, Avery!” I growl in frustration when I’m unsuccessful.
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he releases the side of my face and leans his chest on top of my back, pressing my hips against the edge of the table and placing all his weight on me. Making it hard to breathe, he then slides his hands into my hair, gripping it tightly. He yanks my head off the cool wood, pulling it back, and I hiss in a breath. His hips go faster, fucking me with pure rage. Hard and fast. My eyes close, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes.
He places his lips by my ear. “You want me to take it, Bunny?” he demands roughly.
I don’t answer. I can’t. If I open my mouth, I’ll be done for. My pussy is already wetter from the new position. The domination.
I hate myself!
I hate him!
“Is this what you do with the other men you fuck? Hmm? Let them take you home and then pretend you don’t want it?”
New tears run down my face at his words.
“Make them overpower you to let them feel like they’re in charge?” he growls. His hips slamming into mine rattle the table.
“That’s not the case now, Bunny. I am in fucking charge! Do you understand me?” He pulls back and then slams forward. A sob comes out of my parted lips when he hits that spot, making me wetter. “Fucking say it!” he snaps, his hips continuing their assault.
“You’re … in … charge,” I manage to get out on shaky breaths.
He doesn’t let up on his hold of me or his fucking. He’s ruthless. And before I know it, my lips are open, gasping for a breath, and my eyes are heavy as that sensation starts to build.
“I feel your pussy tightening around my cock,” he taunts.
I whimper. He never was one to talk during sex, and pure jealousy courses through me at the thought of all the other women he has slept with since me.
My arms have gone numb, and my back hurts from him pressing them along with the belt into my skin and muscles. I can feel the bruises that have already formed on my hips from the sharp edge of the table.
But none of it matters. That sensation starts to build more, and I suck in a deep breath as he pulls back and slams into me over and over.
“Tell me you’re about to come, Bunny,” he demands in my ear roughly.
Sweat covers my body, and the buttons on his shirt dig into my back and arms with each thrust. “I’m … almost … there …” My voice trails off when he yanks my head back even farther, making it harder to breathe at this angle. All I can see is the white ceiling above us with the crystal chandelier hanging. My body begins to warm. It starts in my thighs and moves to my stomach. I close my eyes, waiting for it to take over my body completely.
Without warning, he thrusts his hips forward, and I feel his cock pulse inside me as he comes with a grunt in my ear.
He stays that way for a few seconds and then pulls out, letting go of my hair. My face falls onto the table with a heavy thud, and I suck in breath after breath. My body shakes with need.
He didn’t let me come!
I close my eyes, panting as I r
ealize that was his plan all along. That was my punishment.
Fucking bastard!
“Stand up,” he demands from behind me.
I pull myself up off the table with a whimper. My body screaming at the movement. My tangled hair falls around my face, and I’m all but gasping for air. My face wet from tears and sweat.
“Turn around and drop to your knees.”
A shiver runs through me at his voice. It’s no longer rough. Now it holds authority once again. As if what we just did didn’t happen.
I do as he says, mainly because my shaking knees can’t hold me up. Avoiding eye contact, I try to ignore my pussy throbbing with need between my legs. I bow my head, not wanting him to see me like this—desperate for him.
“Look at me, Bunny.”
I hate that tears still run down my cheeks.
Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and look up at him. His blue eyes stare down at me without any emotion, and the tears slip from my eyes as a whimper escapes, unable to hold it back.
He reaches out and runs the pad of his thumb over the handprint on my face as if he fucking cares that anyone slapped me around. “So fucking gorgeous.” He says it like he still cares about me, but he can’t. We can’t go down that road again. He can keep me as his fucking sex slave as long as he wants, but this is all I can be to him. Because the truth is, I don’t have much longer. “Even when you cry.”
Then he pushes my wild hair from my face and steps into me. His semi-hard cock is covered in our arousal and right in front of my face. His black slacks no longer clean. Cum leaks from the tip, and my mouth starts to water, thinking of what he will taste like. I didn’t give him head very often back then, and it never seemed to bother him.
Things have changed.
I try to shift my arms behind my back, the belt digging into my skin to the point I think it’s cut me.
“Open that pretty fucking mouth and clean me off,” he orders, taking his cock in his free hand.
I hate that the need to get off is so strong that I will do whatever he says in order to please him.
Without argument, I lick my lips and open them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
AVERY
I WATCH MY COCK SLIP between her pretty pink lips. Tears slowly run down her face, and her body shakes while she kneels on the tile floor.
I overreacted.
I didn’t plan on fucking her so soon, but when she threw my phone, I had a split second to decide my plan of action.
And I decided to put her in her place sooner rather than later. If I let her slide, she’ll run all over me. We both know that.
It’s like I told my brother—I don’t do empty threats. No matter who the fuck you are. Bunny is no exception.
I could have dragged her up the stairs by her hair, tied her face down on her bed, ripped off my belt, and beat her ass until it was fucking bleeding. Or I could have fucked her. I chose the option that most benefitted me. The three hits to her ass were just for fun, and she liked them. They turned her on. I’ll remember that for later.
She licks up my shaft, tasting me, and I moan, tightening my hand in her hair. I want to hear her come so bad. I want her to scream my name and need to show her that no other man can get her off like I can. But I can’t. Not yet. She has to work for it.
Earn it.
She closes her eyes and fresh tears run down her cheeks. “Open your eyes!”
She looks back up at me and whimpers around my cock. I pull out and then slide it forward. I release the base of my dick and slide my hand into her hair, shoving my hips forward. She tries to pull back when I give her more of me, but I don’t allow it.
My cock starts to harden once again while I fuck her mouth. The tears come quicker as spit runs down her chin. She’s never looked more beautiful.
Of course, I’ll never tell her that.
I throw my head back and close my eyes while she sucks me like her life depends on it in my formal dining room. And in a way, it does.
I meant it when I said she is mine! For however long is anyone’s guess, but while she’s here, she is going to be my own personal slave. I’ll fuck her whenever I want, however I want.
“Fuck, Bunny,” I say through gritted teeth, opening my eyes and looking back down at her.
Her arms are still tied behind her back, and her knees are spread wide. I smile to myself in satisfaction, knowing my cum is running down her thighs. I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Actually, the last time I can remember was with her. Three nights ago.
That makes me hate every woman I’ve ever fucked—and the list is long. The fact they couldn’t live up to her or make me forget her pisses me off.
I fuck her mouth harder, and her gorgeous eyes are full of new tears. They continue to flow like a waterfall due to my roughness. I treat her mouth just as I treated her pussy. And I’ll do the same to her ass. I have an endless amount of time to break her. To remind her that I’m no longer that pathetic boy she can run all over.
I’ll show her just what being fucked feels like. And by the way she’s looking up at me, she’ll enjoy every minute of it.
I’m gonna ruin her for other men. Although she’ll never get to experience another man.
Once again, I give her no warning. She tries to pull away, but I hold her head still by her hair. When she used to suck my dick, she never wanted to swallow. And I always respected that until now.
Instead of demanding she take it, I just don’t allow her any other choice. Her eyes widen for the briefest moment as I push to the back of her throat and come.
“Swallow, Bunny,” I order; my voice rough, my breathing ragged.
She looks up at me through watery lashes and swallows—her body jerking. Once I’m done, I release her hair and step back.
She bows her head, sucking in breath after breath while her body shakes uncontrollably.
“Stand up,” I order, placing my dick back into my zipper of my black slacks, loving this feel of overpowering her. I wanna lay her on the floor and fuck her pussy with my tongue. But there’s plenty of time for that.
She stands slowly and then wobbles once on her feet. Placing my hands on her face, I lift it so she has to look at me. Her beautiful blue eyes are heavy. Her cheeks red and lips parted. Fuck, she looks so beautiful.
I run my hand between her thighs, and her head falls back with a moan. My eyes fall to the mark on her neck from my hand, and I growl. I wanna mark all of her body!
Mine!
I pull my hand away, and she cries out. “Do you know what edging is?” I ask her.
She shakes her head once, and I smile. I didn’t expect her to. My father taught me a lot when I was younger, but I never thought I’d put it to use. “Edging is when I get you to the point of orgasm and then stop—withholding a release from you.” Her eyes widen up at me. “Do not touch yourself. Do you understand me?”
She whimpers, closing her eyes.
This was the hard part. I couldn’t figure out how I was going to know if she gets herself off or not. Until it finally hit me …
I wait for her eyes to open before I speak. “There are cameras all over your room and bathroom. Not to mention the property—inside and outside. I will know, and you will be punished.” Reaching my hand between her legs, I shove two fingers into her without warning, causing her breath to hitch. “This belongs to me. You belong to me. Do you understand?”
She bites her bottom lip as her chest heaves. “Answer me!”
“Please?”
I remove them and smile down at her. “I love hearing you beg, Bunny.” It’s like music to my ears. “But an order is an order, and no amount of begging will change my mind. So last time. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she answers softly.
I turn her around so I’m facing her back and look down at my belt wrapped around her upper arms. Her skin is wrinkled due to the tightness of the unforgiving leather, and her hands have turned blue from lack of blood flow. I undo it, and her arms fa
ll to her sides with a soft sob.
An apology threatens to come out when I see that bruises have already formed on her flawless skin, but I immediately swallow it down. “Turn around.”
She does slowly, and to my surprise, she looks up at me without having to be told. Her eyes drill into mine with hatred, and I smile.
Lifting my hand, I push her wild brown hair behind her ear. “You always were a fast learner.”
She opens her mouth to no doubt tell me to fuck off but then thinks better of it. “I’m leaving.”
Her eyes dart around the formal dining room before meeting mine. “Where are you going?” she asks softly.
“I have work to handle. Don’t try to run. Guards are stationed throughout this house, and they are informed to do whatever is necessary to detain you,” I inform her, and if looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. Thankfully, she doesn’t wield that kind of power. “I’ll be back in the morning.” I don’t normally pull all-nighters, but having her here has changed my schedule. Thanks to Darrell giving her more meds than she needed. “And you will be in your room waiting for me. Naked.” She stands there staring up at me with that look of hatred, making me hard all over again. Fuck, I didn’t expect to have this reaction to her. I thought my hatred would be enough to keep her at arm’s length, and I’d only go to her when I wanted a piece of ass. It seems I’m not gonna be able to get enough of her pussy.
“Do you understand?” I finally ask when she just glares at me.
She swallows and squares her shoulders. “You can’t expect me to wait all night in hopes that you’re gonna let me come when you get home from work.”
I refrain from smiling at her statement. “I do.”
“Avery …”
“If you come, I’ll tie you to your bed, spread eagle, and leave you there.” The thought of her lying there helpless makes my hard cock twitch. I’d love to see her like that.
“You wouldn’t …”
“And I’ll make sure to gag you, so no one has to listen to you sob when your body starts to tremble from the need of my cock in that pussy.”
She looks away from me as if she can’t stand the sight of me, and I step to her. “See, Bunny.” Her eyes are back on mine instantly, and they narrow for using her nickname. It used to be endearing, but now, I do it for spite. “There’s nothing I won’t do to prove my point.”
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