I bow my head, letting my hair shield my face and the tears that run down it. I’m trembling at the thought of what he wrote on my body. It’ll last for days. Weeks, even. It’ll be a constant reminder of how worthless I am.
Seconds later, his hands are in my hair once more, yanking my head up, and I squeeze my eyes shut. He wraps something around my neck and fastens it in place, pulling pieces of my hair. Then it starts to tighten.
My eyes spring open and meet his in the mirror to see him standing behind me. I can’t breathe. The collar around my neck is so tight that it’s taking away my air.
I try to tell him, but nothing comes out of my mouth. Instead, I’m gasping for breath.
He moves to stand in front of me. Crouching down, he runs his tatted knuckles through my tears. “It’s an inflatable posture collar.” He informs me. “The more I inflate it, the more it cuts off your air.” He holds up a black pump in his hand, and his tatted fingers wrap around the bulb, squeezing it once more.
My wide eyes remain on his and my face throbs from the lack of oxygen while my pussy clenches on the toy it’s filled with.
He opens the valve, and the collar deflates. I gasp in a burning breath before choking. He waits patiently for me to get myself under control.
“You’re beautiful, Eve.” He tells me, and I blink away the tears that fill my eyes. “You don’t need to be ashamed of who you are.”
I try to adjust myself, but I’m on the floor with my knees tucked underneath me, my arms cuffed behind my back, and a posture collar on that has the potential to choke me. He has total control of me, and I’m dripping wet for him.
His eyes search mine. “I love you and I’m going to keep reminding you of that until you believe it.”
“I…do,” I whisper hoarsely.
He tilts his head to the side. “I don’t think you do. They brainwashed you, Eve.”
I try to shake my head in denial, but the strict collar prevents it.
“I could see a hundred videos of you, and it wouldn’t matter. The only things that matter now are…you’re my Lady…my whore…my toy.” His fingers drop to my breast and I lean into him. “I’m the only man who will touch you, play with you, and fuck you.”
“I know,” I assure him through the knot in my throat.
I’m so confused. Who I was and who he thinks I can be. I’ll still be a useless whore. His useless Lady. He knows I want to run and hide from him, but he won’t let me. Not this time.
“We’ve been here before, angel,” he says, reading my mind. “You and me in a room on a yacht. I let you get away, but I told you that would never happen again. You can’t escape me. Not even in your mind.” He stands and I look up at him through my watery lashes. “This will be your first lesson.”
He holds up the black bulb that has a small tube running to my collar. Kashton squeezes it twice, and it restricts my air but doesn’t cut it off completely.
Then the toy he placed inside my pussy starts to vibrate. If I could moan, I would, but I can’t do anything.
“Look at yourself, Eve,” he demands.
My heavy eyes fall to the mirror in front of me and I see my reflection.
I vow.
You vow.
We vow.
It’s written down my body in large black letters. “We took vows, angel. Vows that cannot and will not be broken.”
I take a long breath, filling my lungs, then slowly release it. The vibration between my legs gets more intense, and my hips buck forward on their own. My body breaks out in a sweat, and I wish I could beg him to let me come.
He sits down behind me on the bed, his knees on either side of my shaking body. His tatted fingers gently touch the side of my face, pulling my hair to lay down my back. “Gorgeous.” They fall to my breasts, and they play with my hardened nipples. “You’re going to prove to me that you believe me.” His eyes are as cold as ice as they hold mine.
He’s going to retrain me. My husband knows that my memories are coming back. I shared too much. So he’s going to wipe them clean, and if I could speak, I’d thank him. I’d much rather be his whore than remember who I once was.
“Now”—he lets go and picks up a remote—“let’s get started.”
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