Without a word, he lifted her again, her legs wrapping instinctively around him, and carried her toward the shower.
As he dropped her to her feet, the overhead waterfall showerhead with a long pipe loomed above them. Before she could comprehend his intent, he grasped her wrists and tied them to the cold metal pipe with his tie.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” she screamed, panic rising. But Alexander’s eyes were set in a hard, possessive glare. He ignored her words. In a smooth, controlled motion, he stepped toward the drawer, retrieved a pair of scissors, and came back to her.
The scissors sliced through the fabric with a sharpsnip. She gasped as the dress gave way, the hem falling in tatters around her. He worked quickly, cutting through the remaining materialwith roughness, leaving her completely exposed. And then, he finally stepped back, surveying her naked body with a hunger that made her shiver.
Then he grabbed the extendable showerhead from the wall and pressed a button. Warm water sprayed out, soaking her completely.
“Hahhh!” she gasped, fumbling under the sudden onslaught, but he was merciless. He roughly let the water wash over her, as if erasing every trace of any other man who had ever been near her. His hand slid to her face, tilting her up to meet his gaze. Even as his clothes were drenched, he didn’t care. Another hand reached for her hips, lifting and striking them hard.
“Ahhh!” she cried, gasping as red prints appeared on her skin. Another strike followed, leaving her gasping and trembling. She fell forward into his chest, whimpering from the sting, yet beneath it all, the heat between her legs burned so intensely it stole her breath.
His hands worked with relentless precision—one delivering strikes while the other slipped between her legs. He traced and flicked her swollen bundle of nerves again and again.
“Ahhhhh!” she cried, her body trembling as waves of pleasure and pain crashed through her. She gasped for breath, barely able to hold herself upright, but it was impossible to escape his control.
Then, suddenly, he stepped away.
The sound of drawers opening echoed in the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned—naked, thick and commanding, eyes burning with jealousy. In his hands, he held items Mia had never seen before: a thick silicone girth, and something metal shaped like an acorn.
Mia’s hands trembled as she tried to steady herself, but Alexander was completely focused on her body, not her eyes. He moved, bringing the metal, acorn-shaped device between her hips. Before she could react, he slipped it inside her.
“Hahhh!” she cried, her hips arching instinctively, pushing back against it. He adjusted, thrusting it deeper, and then, without hesitation, introduced the thicker, longer silicone girth from the front, sliding it inside her.
“Alexander!” she gasped as the intensity hit her all at once. He pressed both devices together, and then, almost instantly, they began to vibrate inside her.
“Oh…!” Mia’s knees buckled under the intense vibrations, and she nearly collapsed—but the restraints held her upright, forcing her to stay straight as the devices pulsed relentlessly inside her.
She gasped and trembled, her body wracked with pleasure, crying out as the sensations consumed her completely. Alexander’s face pressed against her neck, his warm breath heavy as he growled in her ear.
“This is what you have to remember,” he murmured. “The only things you get to touch… the only things that can be inside you… are what I allow.”
Mia whimpered, her body shaking uncontrollably as the vibrator drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her cries spilled into the room as she came again, water spilling out, leaving her gasping for breath.
Alexander moved closer, eyes flicking over her every curve. He bent to his knees, lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder while his other hand cupped her heavy breast, teasing and flicking it with his fingers and thumb. His mouth descended onto her swollen bundle of nerves, kissing and licking over and over.
Even with the vibrator still inside her, Alexander didn’t relent. His hand struck her flesh repeatedly, leaving red marks as he combined pain with pleasure, sending shocks of sensation through her body. The intensity made it almost impossible for her to stand, every inch of her trembling with need.
Finally, Alexander stood, removing the device and setting it aside. Without pause, he replaced it with his own long, thick member.
Mia gasped as he thrust into her immediately, sliding in and out over and over. She whimpered and cried, her swollen center aching with each merciless thrust. He pounded her relentlessly, ignoring her pleas, his rhythm rough, controlling.
He pushed her back pressed against the wall as he lifted her up, her legs over his elbows, exposing her completely.
Then he drove into her again, punishing, relentless, his hands gripping her tightly, his thrusts merciless. Mia could barely breathe, her body twisting under the intensity, every nerve on fire as he continued to punish her the entire night.
Chapter 13 Choose A Dress
It was late afternoon—well past lunchtime—when the doorbell rang.
Mia had slipped into a soft, flowing dress from her cupboard.
Everything in the room looked exactly as she had left it—except for the subtle changes Alexander had made. He’d moved more of her things into his bedroom, shifted the cupboard that held his car models to the other side, replacing it with her belongings. The room smelled faintly of polished wood and her favorite lavender-scented candle, though it hadn’t been lit.
She tugged her hair into a ponytail, feeling the familiar tug at her scalp, and let her gaze sweep across the room. Though it hadn’t been long, it felt as though months had passed since she last stepped inside.
Then Alexander appeared.
