Before I could even process his words, he grabbed something else from the drawer—a small, sleek vibrating ball. He held it up for me to see, his smirk widening, then, without ceremony, he pushed it deep inside me, the cool intrusion making me gasp and arch against the restraints. He flicked on the remote, and it buzzed to life, sendingintense vibrations rippling through my core, hitting every sensitive spot with relentless precision.
He stepped back, arms crossed, just watching me like I was his personal entertainment. The vibrations built quickly, mercilessly, my body responding against my will—hips bucking, muscles clenching as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I twitched and writhed, the cuffs rattling, drawing closer and closer to the edge, my breath coming in desperate pants. I was right there, teetering on the brink of release—then he stopped it. Completely. The sudden absence left me hanging, frustrated, and aching.
"Now," he said, leaning in close, his face inches from mine, "do you want to die?"
I glared at him through the haze of denied pleasure, my body screaming for more. Anger boiled over, mixed with this infuriating annoyance—I hated him for edging me like this, for leaving me so close yet so unsatisfied. It was torture, and the frustration only fueled my rage. "Just strangle me, you bastard! End it!"
That clearly pissed him off. His eyes narrowed to slits, fury flashing in those amber depths. Without a word, he hit the remote again, cranking the intensity higher this time. The egg thrummed back to life inside me, vibrating fiercely, pushing me right back toward the peak even faster. My body betrayed me completely, trembling and arching, sweat beading on my skin as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo. I was gasping, moaning despite myself, muscles clenching tight, so damn close—and he killed it again, leaving me whimpering in agonized frustration.
"Still want to die?" he repeated, his voice edged with barely contained anger, hovering over me like a predator.
This time, I couldn't take it anymore. The repeated denial had set every nerve on fire, my body a throbbing mess of need. The ache was too much, the frustration twisting into desperate longing. "Please... just kill me," I whispered, my voice breaking, tears of humiliation stinging my eyes.
"How?" he demanded, his tone rough and insistent, leaning closer, his breath hot on my neck.
"Fuck me to death," I begged, the words tumbling out in a rush of desperation. "Please, Kholod—fuck me until I'm dead."
He grinned, triumphant and predatory. "That's more like it, you needy little thing."
He stripped off his clothes quickly, his cock already hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with anticipation. Without warning, he positioned himself between my spread legs and slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I cried out at the sudden stretch, the fullness overwhelming, filling every inch of me. He didn't hold back, pounding into me with raw force, each thrust deep and punishing, claiming me completely.
"Look at you, taking my cock like the whore you are," he growled, one hand pinching my nipple hard, twisting it until I yelped. "Begging for it after all that attitude. You're mine, Noelle—say it, you filthy slut."
I moaned, the words choked out between gasps. "Yours..."
"Not good enough." He thrust harder, his pace brutal, his free hand sliding down to rub my clit in rough circles, amplifying the sensations until I was seeing stars. The vibrating egg still hummed faintly inside me, syncing with his movements, driving me insane with overstimulation. "Admit it—you're just a needy little slut, spreading your legs for the man who owns you. You love being fucked like this, don't you? Begging for my dick like a bitch in heat."
Humiliation burned through me, twisting with the building ecstasy, but I couldn't deny how my body responded, clenching around him greedily. "Yes... fuck, yes," I gasped, hating myself for the admission, for how wet and eager I was.
He laughed low and dirty, his hips snapping forward with vicious intensity. "That's right. No one else gets to touch this tight pussy. It's mine to ruin, mine to fill whenever I want." He leaned in, biting down on my neck hard enough to leave another mark, sucking on the skin as he drove deeper, the bed creaking loudly under the force. Sweat slicked our bodies, his grunts mixing with my desperate whimpers and moans. He shifted his angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over, making sparks explode behind my eyes, building the pressure to an excruciating level.
I was lost in it, my body coiling tighter and tighter, the earlier denials making this climax build like a raging storm. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure-pain through me, my bound limbs straining against the cuffs. "Kholod... please..."
"Beg for it, slut," he commanded, slowing just enough to tease, his cock dragging torturously in and out. "Tell me how bad you need to come all over my cock, how much you love being my fucktoy."
"I need it—fuck, I need to come! Please, Kholod, make me come!" The words spilled out, shameful and raw, my voice breaking on the plea.
He sped up immediately, relentless and unforgiving, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me harder, deeper. "Come for me, then. Show me you're my dirty little wife, clenching around me like the whore you are."
The orgasm hit like a freight train, ripping through me with shattering force, my walls clenching around him in spasms as I screamed his name, my body convulsing against the restraints. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, leaving me shaking and breathless, but he didn't stop—he pounded through it, extending the pleasure until I was oversensitive, whimpering and begging incoherently for mercy.
Finally, he tensed above me, his thrusts erratic as he chased his own release. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep one last time, spilling hot and thick inside me. As he came, he leaned down, whispering in my ear, his voice hoarse and cruel. "Remember, if you're not my savior, then to me, you're no different from those women who trade their bodies for favors. Be good, Noelle. Obey."
I lay there, spent and trembling, his words sinking into me like venom, the weight of his possession crushing. He pulled out slowly, leaving me bound and exposed, my body still humming from the intensity, slick with sweat and evidence of our encounter. The humiliation burned deep, but so did the twisted satisfaction, leaving me conflicted and raw.
Chapter Twelve
Noelle
"Noelle, come out for a walk!"
Isabella's cheerful voice drifted through the door, accompanied by gentle knocking. I lay on the master bedroom bed, staring at the ceiling, having lost count of how many days it had been.
Ever since that night, Kholod had moved out of the master bedroom, as if he couldn't bear to see me anymore. He was the one who'd dragged me here, yet this whole situation felt like some twisted joke.
"Noelle? Are you there?" Isabella knocked again.
I took a deep breath and sat up.
