“Get up, Angel.” There was a steely note in his voice. “Get up right now.”
I shook my head, tears escaping me.
“My sweet Angel, this can be pleasurable for you or it can be really painful. What’s it gonna be?”
My entire body was shaking with sobs now. I believed him when he said he could make it really painful for me. I still wouldn’t move.
“D’accordo. Have it your way.” Suddenly, he reached for me and slid one arm around my back and another under my knees. I whimpered and squirmed as he lifted me. “You’re only gonna hurt yourself like this. I don’t want your wound to reopen.”
I struggled and fought as hard as I could, but his grip on me was ironclad. He placed me on the bed, but before he got on top of me, I rolled to the other side and scrambled for the door.
I flew down the stairs, and I was almost at the front door when he caught me. His arms closed around me from behind and squeezed me so hard I couldn’t breathe for a moment, my arms completely restrained.
I kicked back at him with my heels, landing a few kicks before he turned me around to face him. Was he gonna hit me? I braced myself for a blow.
Instead, he just pulled me into one of his tight embraces that used to make me feel like I was in the safest place in the world, like nothing could ever hurt me as long as I was there. I buried my tears in his chest, and my naked body pressed against his, the smell of his cologne treacherous like everything else about him.
With the way he was holding me, I could neither kick nor scratch him. But I could bite.
I sank my teeth into his pectoral muscle. He cursed in response before he yanked on my hair, forcing me to release his flesh. Then he held me, one arm wrapped pressing my lower body tightly against him, his other hand fisted in my hair yanking my head back.
His expression was dark and angry, his blue eyes locked on me. We looked at each other, predator and prey, the conqueror and the conquered.
Suddenly, his face softened. A smile appeared on his sensuous lips as he picked me up again and carried me upstairs to his room. When he turned on the lights, panic froze the blood in my veins. At the four poles of his bed, there were cuffs.
“No. No!” I screamed, my limbs flailing. I was beat from our earlier struggle and the pain in my abdomen, and I was afraid if I put up more struggle, the wound would reopen, and I’d ruin my chances of trying to escape. But I didn’t care now. This couldn’t be happening.
He laid me on all fours, his weight on my back and his strength subduing my every move until he secured the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I tugged at the chains hard and screamed when they wouldn’t budge. “You can’t do this to me!”
“Shhhh.” He kissed my neck, and his hands caressed my body. “I didn’t want to do this to you. You chose this, remember?”
My eyes squeezed shut. “Didn’t you promise me when you took me I’d be seeing your face in broad daylight?” I said, biding my time.
“And I’ll keep my promise, my sweet Angel. But first,” his weight lifted off me before his heavy hand smacked my ass, “you have to be punished.”
He spanked me until I wanted to pass out so I wouldn’t feel the pain. He recited my mistakes one by one as his palms slapped and squeezed the tender flesh, starting with the time I’d thrown away his gifts and ending with when I said I didn’t want him.
With every swat, the pain grew unbearable, but so was the throbbing in my pussy. He’d conditioned my mind and body to crave his cruelty, to respond as he wished, not as I did.
Dawn peeked from the windows, and I’d never been more terrified of the light. He uncuffed me, confident I no longer had the strength to fight or run. One of his hands was now on my buttocks, soothing the soreness. His other hand explored my body, traveling up my belly, my rib cage.
He reached my boobs and cupped them before he squeezed. My nipples were already hard, and his touch felt as good as earlier. He was the only man who ever touched me. The only man I really wanted to touch. I didn’t know anything else.
He rolled me onto my back, and I sucked in a sharp hiss as my ass touched the sheets. “It’s okay. I’ll make it go away,” he said.
“How?” I whimpered.
His body was on top of me, but most of his weight was resting on the bed. He didn’t want to crush me, obviously. My great savior.
He left a trail of hot kisses from my collarbone to my stomach along the stained line where he’d marked me. Then he closed his lips around my right nipple and sucked on it. My body arched. Tension set low in my belly. He did the same with my other nipple, and the tension intensified.
He sensed it. He sniffed the smell of the wetness gathering in my pussy like a dog. I cried as his hand ventured between my thighs and felt the evidence.
“Atta girl,” he murmured, stroking me.
I whimpered as his lips traveled down my body, his hair caressing my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut when his mouth reached his intended destination.
For a second, I resisted, but he effortlessly pulled my legs apart and lapped his tongue along my slit. “So fucking sweet.”
