Chapter 12
The next day, a flurry of boxes arrived, filled with all the clothes Vince had insisted I needed. I ripped them open, almost dreading it. I wasn’t used to this kind of luxury, and the idea of parading around like some trophy wife made me itch.
I pulled out dress after dress, all designer, all stunning. There was a deep emerald gown that hugged my curves perfectly, a tailored black cocktail dress that screamed sophistication, and a series of blouses and skirts that looked like they belonged on a runway. I tried them on, one by one, admiring how they fit, but feeling more and more like a stranger in my own skin.
As I was twirling in front of the mirror in a fitted red dress, my phone rang. Raven. I picked it up, knowing I couldn’t keep her in the dark much longer.
“Psycho, I need your opinion on redecorating our place. Pix thinks we need less edge and more fluff. What do you think?”
She was just trying to get a rise out of me. “What in the live, laugh, love is going on, Raven?”
“Pix is thinking of turning your room into a stuffy corner.”
“I’m on my way over.”
I slipped into a pair of designer jeans and a white blouse, adding a pair of killer heels that made me feel powerful, if not entirely myself. By the time I reached Raven’s place, I felt like I was in disguise.
Raven opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise. “Damn, girl, what happened to you? Did you raid a boutique?”
I smirked, brushing past her. “Let’s just say I’ve had a wardrobe upgrade. What’s this about redecorating?”
Raven started showing me paint swatches and fabric samples, but I could tell she was curious about my new look. “So, you’re back in town? When are you heading back to Vince?”
I bit my lip, debating how much to reveal. “I’m not sure. Things are...complicated. For now, I’m here.”
“Pix is moving in, by the way. Said she needed a change of scenery,” Raven added, eyeing me closely.
“Oh, great,” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. “She always stirs things up.”
We spent the next hour discussing decor, but my mind was elsewhere. I felt like a traitor, keeping so much from my sisters. When I left Raven’s, I decided to head to the Roost, dressed like the bride-to-be of Vince, instead of Psycho the biker chick.
The moment I walked in, the atmosphere shifted. The Hell on Heelz women were quick to notice my transformation. The snickers started, and it wasn’t long before Prissy, my sister and always the one to push buttons, sauntered over.
“Well, look who’s decided to play dress-up,” Prissy sneered. “Going to a tea party, Psycho?”
I narrowed my eyes, clenching my fists. “Back off, Prissy. Not in the mood.”
She laughed, not backing down. “What’s the matter? Afraid you’re gonna spill tea on your pretty blouse?”
The taunting was too much. I lunged at her, and we ended up rolling in the dirt outside, a flurry of punches and insults. The other women gathered around, cheering and egging us on.
Finally, we were pulled apart, both of us covered in dirt, but laughing. “Damn, I missed this,” I admitted, brushing off my clothes.
Prissy grinned, wiping a trickle of blood from her lip. “Missed you too, sis. You staying for the party tonight?”
I hesitated but nodded. “Yeah, I think I will.”
As the night wore on, I fell back into my old routine, the comfort of the Roost like a hug from an old friend. I ended up talking to Jake, a biker who always flirted with me whenever he was around.
He looked me up and down, raising an eyebrow. “Where’s your biker gear, Psycho? You look...different.”
I smirked, leaning against the bar. “Guess I clean up nice, huh? But don’t get used to it. I prefer leather and lace.”
Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I like you better that way too. But you look good. Real good.”
It was late when Vince showed up. He walked in, scanning the room until his eyes landed on me. I could see the mix of surprise and annoyance in his expression.
“Time to go, Sybil,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I sighed, saying my goodbyes and following him out. Once outside, he turned to me, his eyes hard. “We need to talk. Now.”
I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for enjoying my night at the Roost more than I should have. But I couldn’t deny that being back with my sisters had been a welcome break from the charade I was living with Vince. Now, it was time to face whatever consequences awaited me.
The moment we stepped outside, I could see the storm brewing in Vince's eyes. He was furious, and I understood I was in trouble. He turned to me, his jaw tight, and started to lay into me.
“What the hell were you thinking, Sybil?” he growled. “You were supposed to be at home. Do you have any idea how this makes me look?”
I crossed my arms, standing my ground. “I needed to see my sisters, Vince. I’m not some goddamn prisoner.”
His eyes flashed with anger. “It’s not about being a prisoner. It’s about appearances. You being here, dressed like this, makes people talk. It undermines everything we’re trying to do.”
I scoffed. “You mean everything you’re trying to do. I’m just playing my part.”
He stepped closer, his voice quiet and threatening. “You want to play your part? Fine. But there are consequences for not following the script. You need to be punished.”
How he said it sent a thrill through me. I knew exactly what he meant, and damn it, I couldn’t wait.
We drove back to his place in silence. My head rushed with anticipation, wondering what he had in store for me. When we arrived, he led me through the mansion to a part I hadn’t seen before. We entered a room dominated by a huge wooden X in the center.
“Strip,” he instructed me, his voice cold.
My heart thumped out of my chest as I complied. Fear and excitement washed over me all at once. I was puddy in this man’s hands. Once I was naked, he tied me to the X, the leather restraints biting into my wrists and ankles, and making me squirm. He stepped back, his eyes shooting over my body, and then he left the room without another word.
Time dragged on, the expectancy building with every passing minute. My body ached from the position, but my mind was on fire with thoughts of what he would do when he returned. Finally, the door opened, and he walked back in, his expression unreadable.
“Vince,” I said, my voice trembling with need. “What’s my safe word?”
He smirked, shaking his head. “There is none.” He gagged me, silencing any further protests. Then he picked up a paddle, running it lightly over my skin, teasing me with the sensation.
The first smack was a shock, the pain sharp and immediate. He didn’t hold back, each strike pushing me to my limits. Tears streamed down my face, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure mixed with the pain. I was addicted to the danger, and Vince knew exactly how to push my buttons.
When he finally stopped, I was a trembling mess, my body on fire. He kneeled in front of me, his hands gentle as he undid the restraints. He kissed the bruised skin, his touch heaven compared to the brutality of the paddle.
“Atta girl. You took that well,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “Now, it’s time for your reward.”
He moved between my legs, his mouth finding my most sensitive spot. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I cried out against the gag, my body arching into him. He brought me to the edge again and again, until I would normally beg for release, but I couldn’t say a damn word.
When he finally let me come, it was like an explosion, the intensity of my orgasm shaking me to my core. He removed the gag, his hands stroking my hair as I tried to catch my breath.
“You’re my bride, Sybil,” he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive hunger. “And you will learn to follow my rules.”
I looked up at him, my mind going crazy. I was falling hard for this man, and it scared the hell out of me. But for now, I was willing to play his game, to see where this wild ride would take us.