“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good girl.”
She shivered as I turned her and threw her onto the bed. She bounced once in the center of the mattress, but she didn’t reach for the blindfold, and she didn’t try to run.
“Lie face down and put your hands above your head,” I ordered.
She did as she was told and I removed my belt, using it to bind her wrists to the headboard. I pressed her down into the mattress.
Her back arched instinctively, offering herself up like she knew exactly what she deserved. The sight of her like this — bound, blindfolded, and trembling — blew my self-control out of the water.
I stripped off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor, then climbed onto the bed behind her. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, yanking her ass up until she was on her knees, chest pressed to the sheets, completely exposed to me.
“You fucked the help,” I snarled against her ear, grinding my clothed cock against her bare skin. “Right under my nose. In myhouse. Like a desperate little whore who couldn’t keep her legs closed for five goddamn minutes.”
She whimpered, but didn’t deny it, and didn't fight the accusation in my voice.
“Tell me what you think you deserve for that, Chrissy.” My teeth grazed the shell of her ear, then sank into the soft lobe, biting hard. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make her cry out. “Tell me what kind of punishment a faithless little slut like you deserves.”
She gasped, body jerking against the restraints.
“Whatever… whatever you give me, sir. I deserve it all. Hurt me. Mark me. Do whatever you want, but only to me. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Not good enough,” I growled, dragging my nails down her back, leaving red trails that made her arch and sob.
“I acted like a whore, and I betrayed you, and I’m so fucking sorry. Please, sir?—”
My hand cracked down on her ass, cutting off whatever she’d been about to say… once, twice, three times in rapid succession, harder than any night before. The sound echoed in the room like gunshots. Her skin flushed deep red immediately, and she cried out in pain.
“That’s my good girl, admitting what a pathetic whore you are. Taking your punishment so well already.”
I bit down on her shoulder next, harder, sucking the flesh into my mouth until I felt her shake and she screamed for me, loud and long. When I pulled away, I knew there’d be a mark on her pale skin, dark, blooming, marking her as mine.
“Why did you do it? Why did you spread your legs for him? Was it because he was gentle? Because he looked at you like you were something precious?”
She shook her head, her cries of pain completely incoherent.
“Answer me,” I demanded, biting the curve where her neck met her shoulder, teeth sinking in until she keened. “Why him? Why not wait for the man who’s going to own you for the rest of your fucking life?”
“Because—” Her voice broke on a sob as I marked her again, lower this time, teeth clamping on the soft flesh of her upper back. “Because with him I felt… seen and wanted, not like a prize to be won, but like a person.”
The words gutted me. I froze for half a second, then lost it completely.
I ripped my pants open, freeing my cock, and drove into her in one brutal thrust… no warning, no prep, just raw possession. She screamed into the mattress, her body clenching around me like a vice.
“You are mine,” I snarled, pulling out and slamming back in, hips snapping with punishing force. My mouth found the side of her neck again, biting down hard enough to leave a ring of teeth marks that would last for days. “Every inch of you. Every breath. Every fucking moan.”
I pulled out and marked her everywhere I could reach, the backs of her thighs, ass, shoulders, back. Bites, bruises, sucks that would bloom purple and ugly and perfect. Proof.
I slammed back into her tight little pussy and she sobbed my name — not Jacob’s, not anymore — just broken pleas and gaspsas I fucked her like I hated her. Like I needed to brand myself into her bones so deeply she’d never forget who she belonged to.
“Ben, please?—”
“Why?” I demanded again, one hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back so I could bite the column of her throat. “Tell me why you let him inside you when you knew you were mine.”
“Because I thought—” she choked out, body shuddering around me as I thrust deeper, harder, unhinged. “I thought I’d never have gentleness again, and I wanted that for myself, just once, before I submitted to you for the rest of my life. I thought you’d only ever take me apart.”
I roared — actually fucking roared — and flipped her onto her back, wrists still bound, spreading her legs wide. I drove back inside her, eyes locked on where we joined, watching myself claim her over and over.
