She was trembling beneath me, and all it did was make me want to take this further. I wanted to scare her. I wanted to make sure she understood the consequences of her actions. Not only had she run from me, but she’d run from safety. What would have happened if one of those fuckers who resented the very idea of me marrying her to take over the Price Family had gotten ahold of her? They would’ve ruined her. Driven her to the brink of insanity and then slaughtered her.
I knew it all too well. I’d seen it time and time again. She had no clue. She wanted normalcy? She was born in this world of darkness and blood. She needed to accept that there was no leaving, not unless she was willing to get her own hands dirty.
My cock throbbed within the confines of the pants that I’d yet to undo. I knew what she was thinking—I could see it in the nervousness of her gaze. She thought I was going to fuck her here and now, and I wanted to. She was ripe and ready for the taking; her legs forced open and bound for my pleasure as much as her humiliation. The stain of her blush quickly moved over her features as she shivered under my gaze and shifted from side to side as if she was trying to figure out how to regain control ofthe situation. There was no regaining control for her, though. I was the master here.
Turning away from her, I strode around the bed and then opened the top drawer of the hotel nightstand. She was so innocent, she didn’t even realize the type of place she’d rented for the night. I knew it well enough, however. This was no ordinary hotel. It was why instead of a solid flat wooden headboard, the metal twists and turns had been so easy to use to restrain her.
I reached inside and pulled out everything I needed. A vibrator still in its packaging, a bottle of fresh lube, and …yes, I’ll definitely be using these,a pair of metal clamps. They were cheap and certainly not what I would have preferred, but my own toys were miles away and I’d yet to go shopping to select the perfect ones for my wife.
“G-Gaven, what are those?” Angel’s voice squeaked as she stumbled over my name.
“Hush,” I commanded as I tossed my supplies toward the end of the bed. She craned to try to look at them, but every time she pulled against the necktie wrapped around her throat, it cut into her. I could have felt sympathy, but the easiest solution for her would have been to stop moving.
Ripping open the packaging on the clamps, I pinched one on the end of my finger as I adjusted the tightness of it. Once I was sure it wouldn’t do any lasting damage, I moved to the upper part of the mattress.
“Gaven, please, let’s just talk about this.”
I arched a brow down at the doe-eyed woman under me with her limbs bound and her cheeks flushed. “Sure,” I said. “We can talk after you’ve had your punishment.”
“No—I—” She cut herself off with a gasp as I bent down and took one pebbled, rosy pink nipple into my mouth. Curling my tongue around the hardened nub to entice it to tighten evenmore, a rumble of a groan reverberated out of her throat. Lifting my head, I turned the same attention to the second nipple. When both were hard and wet, and she shuddered each time I plucked at them with my thumb and forefinger, I set the clamps to her pretty nipples.
“Ah!” A sharp cry echoed up from her parted lips as I released and tightened the clamps. I closed my eyes, relishing in it. It was a beautiful sound—a woman realizing just how pinned she actually was. “Gaven!” I tightened the clamps until her nipples became puffy little bullets at the tips of her breasts, reddening further as they reached upward, begging for release the same way she would be soon.
“Shhh.”
Her body was flushed all over. Tears shone in her eyes and I wanted to see more of them. I desired to see them streaming down her face with her lips parted on cries of both pain and pleasure as she took from me everything I wanted to give her. No matter how disgusting, no matter how vile—as my wife, it was her duty.
I would not be an entirely cruel master, though. I would allow her the pleasure of orgasm—over and over again, until the mere thought of me, of my hands on her body, made her insides tremble with need.
Seeing her like this—tied down in makeshift bondage wear—made me want to open the door to darker desires. Soon, she would know what it meant to be my bride, to be my wife. She would find that I could do so much for her. I could take her to heights she had no knowledge of.
As if she sensed the direction of my dark thoughts, Angel’s mouth trembled before she sank her teeth deep into her lower lip. She hated showing her fear—I knew that from watching her. In fact, it seemed she hated showing anything too deeply,especially to me. Sparks of resistance danced in the depths of her gaze even now as she was splayed out and bared before me.
I moved back to the end of the bed, looking up at her as I crawled onto the mattress. The shitty ass bed sunk beneath my weight, causing her body to shift slightly and the tie around her throat to tighten as it was pulled taut. I watched her face carefully. There would likely be a bruise around her neck before the night was through, but so long as she could breathe, all would be fine.
Lifting the unopened bottle of lube, I popped the cap and then peeled the layer of plastic off before returning the cap to its place and quickly squirting a dollop onto my fingers. What I planned for her punishment would take time and infinitely more patience. I’d once waited forty-seven hours before getting my chance to take a target out through the scope of my sniper’s rifle. Patience was something I had in spades.
“Gaven…” As I took the cool lube and spread it over her pussy, she jumped into my palm. I smiled wickedly as I smeared it up and down her lips, avoiding her clit as it pulsed in need. Her inner thighs were wracked with tremors, muscles bunching and jumping beneath her flesh as she panted for breath.
“You’re going to learn, Angel,” I said, “that naughty girls don’t always get what they want.” But they did get what they deserved and she had earned this fucking punishment.
Once I was done smearing the lube over her opening, I reached for the vibrating dildo and ripped open the packaging. Her eyes widened further as I held it up. The toy was slender, tiny in comparison to my own anatomy, but it would do for what I had planned. Thankfully, the cheap ass motel she’d rented at least managed to prepackage batteries to go with their other amenities, and I inserted them before settling the narrow end to her cunt and pushing.
She groaned and arched her hips up as if to avoid the penetration.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I warned her gently, placing a hand on her hip bones, carefully sliding my palm up and away from the bruise forming on her side. My lips pressed together as I stared down at the dark splotch of skin, a pang of regret filling my chest. I’d been too rough with her when I’d tackled her to the ground earlier, but if it was between bruising her and risking her life—I’d do what needed to be done. Every time.
Pushing the thoughts of regret away, I thrust the dildo the rest of the way into her pussy and spoke. “There’s no escaping from this, Angel,” I said. “I recommend you stop trying and just take what you’re owed. It’ll make the punishment much easier, I promise.”
Above, Angel hissed out a slow breath and growled at my words. My smile stretched out further. As angry as I was with her, now that she was here in my grasp, I found that my fury had waned. She was so fun and amusing to play with. I wondered if I would feel this way once we’d had years together. Would it be the same when her belly was round and swollen with my seed as she grew our child inside of her?
Only time would tell. For now, I had her discipline to see to.
I switched the vibrator on, eliciting a sharp cry from Angel’s throat as she bucked automatically. Her body bowed under the quick movements of the toy. Anchoring it into place with two fingers, I held it inside her for a moment before I began using it. Pulling it halfway out and then pushing it back in. Wetness gushed around it as she shuddered under its vibration.
My eyes were locked on the place between her legs. It was a small toy, not nearly as long as what I wanted to put inside of her. The smallest bit of blood stained the toy. The sight of it made me grin. Emotions could be faked. Orgasms couldbe fabricated. But this–blood—was the ultimate truth. The one thing I could rely on.
Raff had given me twenty-four hours to get to her and return her to her place in the Price Manor. I would use that time to its fullest potential too.
