“Good.” He smiled, his gaze locking with mine as he shook the blade in the water beyond my feet. “It wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Heat bloomed in my face at his patronizing tone. Not for the first time, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to smack his face or kiss him. The effect Sean had on me was maddening.
“No, Sir,” I eventually agreed. “But I could have managed it.”
He laughed, running his tongue over his teeth. “Maybe after we’re married,” he mused. “In truth, I quite liked the challenge. There are worse things than shaving a beautiful woman.”
Gulping at the praise, my gaze lowered to the water, now lapping at my middle.
“What’s more, we’re not done yet. I need to shave the most important part of you.”
Lifting my chin, I caught sight of his dark eyebrow cocking in that ludicrously hot way, my already blushing face flaming at his inference.
“Where, Sir?” Why was I even asking? I knew what he meant. Why was I making him say it out loud?
His lips twitched. “Perch on the edge of the tub and spread your legs. I want your pussy as smooth as your thighs.”
My breathing accelerated as he articulated the task. I usually had my pubic hair neatly waxed at a local salon, leaving only the smallest line of hair. I was due for another appointment, and after all this time, I dreaded to think whether his tiny razor could contend with the challenge.
“Now, Hilary.”
I leapt at his lower tone, scrambling to obey and nearly slipping as I shifted to my hands and knees. By the time I was balanced on the small ledge, back pressed against the chilly tiles, I was vulnerable and exposed in the cooling air.
“Ankles wider apart.” His brows furrowed, his irritation obvious.
I had to force them wider, fighting against the instinct to snap my knees shut, to scramble past him, to get the hell out of this place—wherever it was. Pressing my weight into the cold tiles, I struggled to stay upright. I didn’t dare glance down and look at the trial he’d decided to undertake, and despite the powerful stare drilling into me, I absolutely refused to meet his gaze. Alone and helpless, I waited on my captor’s verdict.
Chapter Four
Sean
I’D NEVER GOT A PROPER look at Hilary when she’d been holed up in the basement of my uncle’s dusty empire. Not wanting to let the ogling doctor take in the sight of her, I’d kept her scanty little panties in place and never really enjoyed the tantalizing prospect of the pussy she offered—the pussy that would soon be mine. Over the days I’d teased her, it was true I’d had plenty of time to play with her glorious sex, reveling in the feel and scent of her, but in the near-perpetual shadows, I couldn’t truly appreciate the view. It was left to this moment, in this dated bathroom, which looked as if it hadn’t been decorated since before the cold war, to really take in the spectacle. Her hair was a tangle of soft, dark blonde curls. Used to dating models and dancers, I much preferred a bare pussy, but even as I examined her sex, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
“Do you usually shave?” Leaning over the edge of the bath, I grasped the blade and another palmful of product to ease through her hairs.
“Wax, Sir.” Her voice wavered, the hands gripping the edge of the bath demonstrating her discomfort, but her disquiet was not my first priority. I could tell how much she loathed having me shave her, but when I shifted to her legs, I sensed her relax, her expression softening as she watched me run the blade over the contours of her fabulous body. Now, she was rigid again, radiating tension as she struggled to comply with my wishes.
“I can get someone to wax you once we’re in our own place.” I smothered her pubis with product, pressing her thighs wider apart. Hilary had a beautiful body, but this was the part I wanted to explore the most—the final act of my passion for her—the only part I’d deprived myself of. I still wasn’t entirely clear why I hadn’t already screwed her. I’d had every opportunity, and based on her diminutive frame and the way I kept her bound, there wasn’t a great deal she could have done to resist me, but I’d fought the urge. For once, I wanted something to be special, to do something right, and while I was well aware neither of us were naïve virgins, we could wait to savor that first time together on our wedding night. My balls contracted painfully, a wave of yearning crashing over me once more. Christ, if I spent too long focusing on the object of my ultimate desire, I might lose it altogether. I had to keep my head and not be distracted by her alluring pussy.
“Our own place?”
Angling the razor between her legs, I paused, glancing up to meet her wide eyes. “This is perilous work, Hilary.” I threw her a wink before I continued. “If you want me to do a good job, I suggest you zip it.”
She blanched, her enthralling chest rising and falling a little faster at my suggestion. “Y-Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you.” The blade hovered just above her sensitive skin. “Do. Not. Move.”
Strained silence filled the air, stretching out around us like a web as I considered how best to begin. Just as her thighs began to tremble, I ran the blade through the product-caked hairs.
“Lovely.” Smiling, I assessed the shaven path the razor had created. For a cheap disposable option, it was doing a great job. “Just like that.”
Lifting it from her lips, I gently started the process again, removing another trail of hair, then another. By the time the first smattering of conditioner had been wiped away by the razor, her delectable pussy was practically bare.
“Now, for the difficult parts.” My gaze rose for the first time since I’d started, taking in her terrified expression. She was utterly adorable, so susceptible to my every dark whim, and exactly how I envisioned her as my wife. “You have to trust me, Hilary. I won’t hurt you. I don’t damage what’s mine.” I had no idea if that reassured her, and frankly, I didn’t care. “Now, tip your pelvis forward and help me grab some of these stubborn hairs.”
She looked horrified at my suggestion but slowly eased herself forward and tilted her hips. Stretching her flesh back with my free palm, the new angle gave me just enough space to shave those hard-to-reach areas. Delving between her cheeks, I slid the blade over the stubborn hairs, and based on the gasping little mewls coming from Hilary as the blade slipped free from her flesh, she was as relieved as I was that I’d completed the task successfully.
Placing the razor down next to the shampoo bottle, I ran a finger over her shaved pussy. It wasn’t a perfect job—there were still a few stray hairs hiding around her sumptuous lips—but needless to say, it was considerably better than it had been. “Beautiful.”
Her lips parted at the compliment.
“Into the water now.” Moving away, I watched as she slipped back into the tub, the contents lapping over her ample breasts and cuddling her middle as it steadied. “I’ll bathe you again before the big day.”
She stole a nervous glance at me, that delightful lower lip caught between her white teeth.
“What do you say?”
I couldn’t resist goading her. I knew how Hilary felt about marrying me, she’d hardly made a secret of her repulsion of the idea, but that was irrelevant. It didn’t matter how spoiled she’d been before she came into my life or the extent that moron, Morrison, had indulged her. She was mine now. She would do my bidding when I told her to and be bloody grateful about it.
Tension furled in my gut as the idea of Morrison resonated. The thought of his hands on her, his lips on her neck, his cock sliding into her sex riled me beyond reason. I’d have to live with the fact my bitterest enemy—the man who’d killed my uncle and brought me back to this dreary country—had once been her lover, but I’d never like it. Blowing out a breath, I cleared the edge of the tub and reached for the showerhead. More than not liking it, that mental image would become the catalyst for everything I did next.
Morrison was the impetus for the wedding—the genesis of the concept and the reason it filled me with such sweet revenge. Yes, I’d take a wom
an as hot as Hilary as my wife, but I would protect my interests and ensure she’d never get a penny of my assets. The true motivation for the union was her ex-lover. How I longed to be there when he heard the news, to see his face when he had to accept that which was once his, now belonged to me. Marrying Hilary was only the first step on the path of avenging Zander but a damn satisfying one.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I acknowledged her correct answer with a smile, releasing the plug and draining some of the water from the tub. “Sit up now.”
Wary blue eyes met mine, her brow creasing even as she complied, the confusion at my contradictory requests obvious. Why was I asking her to sit up if I was draining the water? Surely, I should be asking her to get out?
Grinning, I suppressed the rising glee at her bewilderment. She was bloody hot when she was baffled and scintillating most of the time. Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out the handcuffs I’d been keeping for just this moment. I’d stopped in the bedroom and collected the cuffs en route to fetch her, knowing the bondage would be a useful addition right about now. Extending one hand, I halted the flow of water down the drain at the same time her gaze registered the cuffs. I didn’t want all the water to drain away. There had to be a little left to keep her warm while I enjoyed myself. By the time I edged over to her arms, her breathing was ragged as she contemplated her new fate.
“Why must I be cuffed, Sir?” She was trying to suppress the panic in her tone, but it wasn’t working, and each frantic word swelled my arousal further.
“Because I say so.” I practically sang the words as I slid the first bracelet around her fragile wrist. She fidgeted, considering her options, as though kung-fu kicking me away and bolting for the door was a realistic choice. “Because it thrills me to see you bound, and it’s been too long since I last played with you.”
“Oh God.” There was terror in her tone as the second cuff locked into place. I gently pushed her chest, easing her down into what remained of the water.
“Don’t worry,” I soothed, taking a moment to enjoy her pebbling nipples as she squirmed against the bottom of the tub. The water lapped at the side of her face but was now the perfect level—nowhere near high enough to cause her any difficulty while I toyed with her. “All you have to do is be my good girl. Keep those hands under your arse and those knees splayed.” Running a finger over the curve of her breast, I swept over her midriff and along her inner thigh, pressing down to reinforce the point.
“Sir?” Her eyes followed me as I shifted toward the showerhead, twisting the faucet until the water blasted out once more. Ensuring it was a good temperature, I started at her right knee, directing the water pressure on her skin and trailing it higher up her thigh.
“Ow!” She yelped, and instinctively, her knees starting to close, as though they could halt the showerhead’s progress, but that was laughable, and she must have realized it.
“No, naughty girl.” I laughed gently, drawing her right leg open again. “Keep them open, or I’ll find a devious way to do it for you.” Glancing her way, I made sure the point was delivered, my gaze drilling into her until that wonderful color rose in her cheeks—just the way I liked it.
Gradually, her legs fell open again, and I didn’t wait for an invitation. Angling the showerhead at her lower belly, my lips curled when she cried out, writhing helplessly in the tub like a bound mermaid. By now, she’d probably worked out what was on my mind. The game so far or the glint in my eyes no doubt revealed to her where the showerhead was headed, but as I directed it lower to her glorious pussy, you’d have never known.
“Sean!” she screeched as if her life depended on it, squirming her hips as she tried to dodge the flow of water. Her cuffed hands, forced under her delicious behind, elevated her sex to the perfect height, so she couldn’t avoid the brutal stimulation. “Sir, please, stop!”
“Stop?” I feigned shock, holding the flow away as she fought to catch her breath. “Why ever would I do that, Hilary? We’re only just starting to have fun.”
“Owww, please!” Her body lurched into the air as the torrent tormented her again, traveling up her lips to her clit, where it paused for a few delightful seconds as she screamed, dancing that wonderful dance, the captive mermaid caught in my trap.
“That’s right, baby.” I smiled, redirecting the flow away from her for a moment before shooting it back over her delicate nub. “You will dance for me until you’re right on the edge of reason, then you’re going back to your chair.”
Chapter Five
Hilary
“HILARY.”
The voice drifted from a distant place, scarcely penetrating my deep sleep, though every time he called my name, it roused me a little further.
“Hil-ary!”
No. I wanted to call out in protest, to plead with him, insist he let me be. Sleep was what I needed, its warmth enveloping me in the protection consciousness rarely delivered anymore. Why couldn’t he just leave me in peace?
Saul. In my mind, I answered him, batting him away. Leave me alone. I need another half an hour.
“Don’t keep me waiting, naughty girl.” My muscles tensed, his tone a caution. “You won’t like what happens if you do.”
Just like that, I was awake, eyes open and searching the shadows. It wasn’t Saul speaking, that much was apparent. Saul might have enjoyed power play, but he’d never threatened me.
“We have a busy day ahead of us.”
Breath quickening, I rolled to one side, eyeing the face of the man beside me, and in an instant, it all came flooding back—every moment of my captivity crashing down like a tsunami.
Sean. It was Sean who’d stirred me, just as it was Sean who’d taken and demeaned me, but this was a first—I appeared to be in a bed and not the unforgiving chair he loved to bind me to.
“Wondering where you are?” He tilted his head, and his lips curled as if my responses were hilarious.
“Y-Yes, Sir.”
“It hasn’t been that long since you woke up in a bed, has it?”
A bed? My eyes widened. “I-I don’t understand, Sir.”
“As you were a good girl in the bath last night, I decided to indulge you.” Grinning, his eyes shone. “So, I let you come to bed with me.”
My brows furrowed as I tried to recall the final fragments of the night before. I remembered the horrific ordeal he’d put me through after washing and shaving me—endless torment at the hands of the showerhead he’d used it to brutalize my poor clit, though he hadn’t permitted me to come. Squeezing the muscles at the apex of my thighs, I pulled in a miserable breath. The man was a monster. He’d directed that torrent at me until the pain had morphed into pleasure, until the attention aroused me, then watching my reactions, he’d waited, edging me back to the brink of hedonism and leaving me hanging there.
“Are you pleased?”
I turned my head, aware he wanted what he always wanted—gratitude for his so-called hospitality.
“Thank you, Sir,” I started. “I thought I fell asleep in the chair.”
Sean had taken so much from me already, I couldn’t bear the thought he was screwing with my memories as well. I had to know what had happened. I deserved that much.
“You did.” He edged closer on the bed, stretched out beside me, and for the first time, I acknowledged what should have been obvious from the beginning. He was dressed and ready to leave while I was, as usual, naked. Surely, he hadn’t gone to bed in his suit. “I took pity on you and brought you here.” He glanced around the room before his gaze landed back on me. “I decided I wanted to hold you.”
Pity? I wanted to balk—Sean didn’t possess the emotion—but suppressed the response. Whatever the case, the bed was a promotion from the chair, and I would take it.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He reached for me, one finger grazing over my cheek, then my shoulder until it reached the duvet and rolled the cover back to reveal my bare body. “We have to go soon.” His g
aze drank in the sight of me. “Unfortunately, that means there’s no time for you to satisfy me right now, but don’t worry.” Sean flashed me a smile. “You’ll be busy with the task later.”
Tension twisted in my tummy at his menacing tone. Although he never insisted I do anything that had actually caused me harm, performing for him and obeying his every perverted whim was a thankless and exhausting task, especially when he never let me bloody come.
“For now, we need to move, and my first job of the day is to get you ready.”
“Ready, Sir?” My head whirled with confusion.
“Yes.” His grin grew. “Remember where I said we were going this morning?”
Concentrating, I tried to think. Beyond the humiliating recollections of how I’d begged and pleaded with him—first to stop, then not to—there was a dim memory of the trip he referred to.
“Need help, beautiful?” His hand skimmed up the length of my body, pausing at my breast and cradling it in his giant palm.
“Yes, Sir.” I hesitated, annoyed and concerned about my lack of recall. Perhaps it was all the days he’d kept me caged in this dark place. Maybe captivity like this took a mental toll.
“Okay.” Caressing the underside of my breast, he locked gazes with me before clutching it firmly. “We need to see my lawyer today, which means you get day-release from this place.”
Panting, I tried not to focus on the way he manhandled me, on the way it disgusted and delighted me at the same time. I needed to pay attention to what he was telling me and how I could use this visit to my advantage.
“Where is your lawyer, Sir?” I watched as he loomed over me like a dark god.
“That doesn’t matter.” He flashed that perfect smile, the one that had probably worked its magic on countless women before me. “What matters is we’re ready when my driver arrives.” His palm brushed over my teat, playing with it until it beaded under his skin. “Up you get,” he purred. “I already have your breakfast ready.”
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