He steps back, panting from his orgasm, before he tucks himself away and zips up his pants. He retrieves a wet cloth from the sink and wipes up the small amount of vomit on the floor before me, then helps me to my feet. He pushes a strand of sweaty hair behind my ear. “That wasn’t so bad. See how I look after you?”
“Thank you, Gideon.”
“You are most welcome, Honor.”
He unsnaps the collar and restraints before hanging them back in the cabinet and closing it. He shrugs on his jacket and clasps my hand. “Come on, you need to get showered before bed.”
He leads me out the secret door, through the dressing room, and into our en-suite. “Don’t forget to brush your teeth.”
“Are you staying?”
“No, I have guests to attend to. I’ll make excuses for you. Get washed up and go to bed. I’ll not be too long.”
I catch sight of myself in the mirror, the sparkling chains a contrast against my pale skin. “Should I remove these?” I ask tentatively.
He arches a brow. “No, Honor, I said I would be inside you when that happens. Am I inside of you?”
“No.”
He shoves his foot between my feet and kicks them apart. His left hand cups me, before pressing two fingers inside of my unpreparedchannel. With his other hand, he fingers the central chain and gives it a sharp yank. I cry out as pain lances between my legs and fire blazes across my breasts. “Fuck, you are strangling my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” His blue eyes catch mine. He smirks as he slowly withdraws his fingers, applying pressure on my engorged clit before he sucks them into his mouth. “If you dare remove these, I will know, and what we did in our correction room will seem tame in comparison.”
He turns and stalks out of the bathroom, leaving me staring at my pained expression and, for once in my life, wishing for him to hurry back so this torture can reach its conclusion.
I’m dreamingof pasta in rich creamy sauce and garlic bread. I miss bread. I miss carbs. But as I reach out for the pasta, it dissolves into a fluttering of lettuce leaves. I swipe at the slice of garlic bread, and my fingers go straight through it. I turn my hand over. My skin is translucent, like I’m disappearing from the world. What on earth? Pain lashes between my legs. I cry out and hunch over, my hand moving to protect myself.
“Don’t you dare stop me from touching you,” a wicked voice snaps.
I glance around the room full of judgemental eyes. They sneer at me. I’m not one of them. I don’t belong here. I’m not worthy.
The pain moves inside of my body, not as sharp, but so much deeper. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes flutter open to find Gideon moving above me, inside of me. “There she is,” he utters hoarsely as his hand tightens around my wrists, that he’s pinned above my head. I glance down, hoping I’ve missed the grand finale of this evening. Everything is stillattached. Gideon grinds his pelvis against mine, putting pressure on the clamp. I suck the inside of my cheek between my teeth and bite to prevent myself from screaming.
“Every time I press, you contract around me. I think these are my new favorite toys.” He pulls out of me and taps my outer thigh. “Turn around to face the mirror, and get on your hands and knees.”
I twist onto my stomach, before raising and turning the other way to face the mirror. My ass dips and my spine raises to stop the tightening on the chains. Gideon tsks and presses a hand into the middle of my back. “Arch your spine and put your ass up for me.”
Blood pools in my mouth as I do as he says. “You can go lower,” he coaxes. I dip, and fire engulfs my breasts. He lines himself up behind me, then slams inside. His hands circle my waist, and he groans as his fingers touch. “So fucking beautiful.”
He wraps my loose hair in his fist and yanks my head back. He pumps inside of me, his hips jerking against my ass. Every single thrust is a punishing blow.
“Ready, baby?” he utters hoarsely as I watch his hand on my waist circle to my front in the mirror.
“Yes.”No.I squeeze my eyes closed and brace myself for the pain.
“Eyes open and on me.”
My eyes snap open, and his crazed gaze collides with mine. His fingers loop around the central chain and he smirks as he holds himself still, deep inside of me. “You are about to milk me dry, baby.” He yanks the clips and they give way. Agonizing pain tears through me, lighting up my nerves. An unholy scream punches out of my mouth, and my hands fist the sheets as black dots dance across my vision. Gideon groans as he releases inside of me. He collapses over my back, panting in myear. “That was…” I miss whatever he mumbles next as I fight to remain conscious.
He pulls me up against him and tilts his head as he watches the blood dribbling down my breasts. “The one on your clit didn’t have the teeth. Don’t want that damaged.”
“Thank you.” Not sure why, the last time I experienced actual pleasure from sex was months ago.
“You’re welcome, Honor. Stay here.”
He slides off the bed and disappears into the en-suite. I study myself in the mirror. The crimson against my pale skin is a startling contrast. My eyes, however, are flat and devoid of emotion. To survive, I have to place all the pain in a box and lock it securely in my mind.
Gideon appears with a washcloth. It’s warm as he swipes at the blood on my chest. He throws it in the trash, turns off the lights, and coaxes me beneath the sheets next to him.
“Happy anniversary, Honor.”
