Without thought, I started to stand before I stopped myself, my insides twisting a little. I wanted to be obedient, but I had been so obedient to everyone my entire life. I wanted this to be different. I didn’t want him to see the same thing I had shown everyone else.
So, I forced myself to remain, already feeling antsy.“Why?”I asked instead, feeling my entire body light up with the thought of ‘what would he do now that I disobeyed?’
But anger is not what he showed. In fact, one corner of his lips flicked up, as if he were…proudthat I had questioned him.
The last time I had questioned someone, I had been lashed. There had been hatred and rage, but not now. This was my new life, my new reality, and I really liked it.
He angled his chin, rose a brow, and slid his hands into his pockets. “Because I have gone almost five years without feeling a cunt wrapped tightly around my cock, and now that I have you, I don’t ever need to repeat that.” He pulled a hand out and pointed to the space between he and the desk.
My skin buzzed, my thighs pressing together. Without another second of hesitation, I stood, smoothed out my dress, and walked around the desk, poising myself in front of him, the scent of the sea filling me completely.
I was still sore, the Tylenol only taking a little bit of the edge off, and I was hungry, but I was hungry for more than just food.
The way he made me feel yesterday? I wanted that every day. I wanted it all the time. I’d beg him for it if he wanted me to.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” he ordered me softly.
I shivered and slowly turned around, sticking my hand out just enough to brush it by his hips. It was hardly anything at all, feeling part of his pants, but it was more than I knew he would give me right now.
I folded my hands behind my back, my heart racing as the cut across my chest pulled.
A second later, I heard the rattle of chains, and my pussy throbbed, my breathing picking up. I glanced over my shoulder just as Azrael released one end and his eyes found mine, that hunger filling them completely.
I turned back to the room, adjusting my stance, my thighs sliding against each other.
He stepped forward and I heard the sound of a click followed by a weight pulling down on my right wrist.
Azrael carefully pulled my wrists away from my body, forcing my chest to stick out, and started wrapping the thick chain around my arms. Around and through, around and through, all the way up to just above my elbows, forcing my arms further back.
I glanced down at my chest, seeing the way my breasts stuck out now, accentuated by the dress I had picked to wear this morning.
I found myself catching my lip between my teeth before releasing it. I looked good like this. Did he think I looked good?
He placed his hand between my shoulder blades and added pressure.
My heart skipped as I allowed him to push me down until I was bent over his desk, my dress pulling up towards the top of my butt, and pulling down around my breasts, my boobs spilling out over the top.
“No underwear, little sinner?”
No, there hadn’t been any in my closet. Just dresses and bras.
He stepped up against me, pressing my hips into the edge of his desk. He leaned over me, sliding his hand up into my hair, tightening his grip, and jerking my head back, tears prickling my eyes at the pain. “Full access whenever I desire,” he hummed, causing my thighs to tighten. “It’s part of my design.”
He straightened, releasing my head. He stepped away from me completely, and I couldn’t help but feel the disappointment fill me, only to feel his hand grab my ankle and jerk it to one side of the desk.
I gasped, feeling another chain wrap around it.
I glanced over, testing the chain as he moved to my other side. There was no give.
He grabbed my other ankle, jerking it to the right side, spreading me wide, my hips digging further into the hard edge of the desk painfully. I tried to adjust my wrists, to relieve some pressure somewhere, but my fingers were numb, and the chains had no give at all.
Azrael straightened again, stepping directly behind me, sliding his hands over my hips, sliding my dress up, revealing my entire bottom half to the room.
A room I was just remembering Havoc to be in.
I jerked against the restraints, turning my head, only for one of the black computer screens to block my view.
“He left when you asked ‘why’,” Azrael said, pressing himself against me. “I think he thought I was going topunishyou. It’s their way.”
