Chapter 27 #2
I strolled over to her and yanked her hands down.
“We’re not done here my darling. There’s the matter of your breaking our engagement.
Did you think I would not punish you for that?
” I growled into her face, my voice low and dripping with venom.
Her wide, doe-like eyes flickered with a mix of fear and defiance, but she didn’t speak.
She knew better than to answer back. Her reckoning was at hand.
Her eyes followed me as I walked to the handle of a retractable wall on the opposite side of the room.
It folded in on itself as I pulled, revealing a control panel.
With the push of a button, another panel opened, and a custom metal St. Andrew's cross thrust into the room on smooth hydraulic rollers.
Juliet backed away. “There is nowhere for you to hide from the punishment you are due.” I calmly told her.
I grabbed her by the wrist, my fingers digging into her delicate skin, and yanked her toward the cross.
Her bare feet stumbled over the tile as I dragged her along, her breathing ragged, her heart pounding so loud I could hear it.
The scent of her fear was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and the faint, sweet undertone of her arousal.
She hated me, but her body betrayed her. The claiming bite assured it.
“You thought you could just run from me?” I snarled, shoving her.
I took a claw and shredded the dress she was wearing.
Her breath was coming in short pants. I picked her up and placed her on the raised platform of the cross, my hand around her throat yet again.
“You thought you could leave me at the altar and disappear into the fucking wind? Do you have any idea what you cost me? How that made me look to my father?”
She opened her mouth to speak, but my hands gripped her face before she could make a sound, forcing her to look at me.
Her lips trembled, and for a moment, I thought she might cry.
But she didn’t. Instead, she glared at me, her amber-flecked espresso eyes burning with a fire that only made me want to break her more.
“You’re mine now, Juliet. My fuck toy to use any way I want.” I hissed, leaning in so close our noses almost touched. “You may have escaped me once, but you never will again. And right now, you’re going to learn what happens when you disobey your Alpha.”
Her eyes widened, and I saw the flicker of understanding—and terror—in them. She knew what I was capable of. She’d felt it before. But this time, it was different. This time, I wasn’t just going to hurt her. I was going to destroy her.
I turned her to where she faced the cross, then bound her wrists and ankles. She was spread open for me.
I growled, my mouth against her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, to hurt you, to make you scream. And you’re going to thank me for it.”
She said nothing. Good. She was learning.
I walked back to the wall that held the cross. A variety of implements hung there. I let my fingers fall across supple leather floggers, whips, and riding crops. Having made my choice, I slowly walked back to where she was bound.
Her back was to me, stretched taut against the cold, unyielding metal of the X.
Her wrists and ankles were bound with thick leather cuffs; her body arched in a perfect display of submission.
The soft, pale skin of her back gleamed under the dim light of her room, and I could see the faintest tremble running through her—fear, or perhaps anticipation.
It didn’t matter. She was mine now, and she would learn what it meant to belong to me.
I ran the tip of the whip along the curve of her spine, feeling her flinch as the leather kissed her skin. “You thought you could run from me, Juliet? You thought you could leave me at the altar, humiliate me, and just walk away?” My voice began to rise.
Her breath hitched, anticipating the blow. I let the whip fall with a sharp crack; the sound echoed through the room as her body jerked against the restraints. A red welt bloomed across her shoulder blades, and she gasped, her nails digging into her palms.
“Speak,” I growled, my voice low and commanding. “Tell me why you’re here.”
“Because you’re my Alpha,” she whispered, her voice trembling but obedient. The words sent a thrill of satisfaction through me. She was damaged, but not shattered. Not yet.
“Louder,” I demanded, circling her like a predator stalking its prey. My hand trailed down her side, feeling the way her muscles tensed under my touch. She was so responsive, so gloriously reactive. It was intoxicating.
“Because you’re my Alpha,” she repeated, louder this time, though her voice still wavered.
I brought the whip down again, this time across the small of her back. She cried out, her body arching as if trying to escape the pain, but there was no escape. Not from me. “Again.”
“Because you’re my Alpha!” she shouted, her voice breaking on the last word. I could see the tears streaming down her face, but I didn’t care. Tears were good. They meant she was learning.
“Good slut,” I purred.
“Now, tell me why I am punishing you, my little disgusting tramp?” I asked her as I brought the whip down one final time across both of her ass cheeks, leaving a raised welt that was sure to burn.
“Because I caused you trouble when I ran away!” She screamed. Breaking down in sobs as tears poured from her eyes.
I took the handle of the whip and ran it through the folds of her sopping wet pussy.
Her body jerked against it as I dragged it back and forth.
“Look at this.” I held the handle up to her face.
“Dripping with your arousal. What a delightful little whore you’ve turned out to be, Juliet.
” Tossing the whip aside. I stepped closer, my chest pressing against her back as I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Now, let me show you what happens to naughty little fuck toys who think they can defy their Alpha.”
I reached around to cup her breast, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper.
Her nipple pebbled under my touch, and I pinched it sharply, reveling in the way her body writhed against mine.
“You feel that? That’s your body betraying you yet again, Juliet.
It knows who its master is, even if you don’t. ”
She moaned, a sound that was equal parts pain and pleasure, and I felt my cock harden in response. Fuck, she was perfect. I released her breast and trailed my hand down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my touch. I slipped my fingers between her legs, groaning at how wet she was.
“Listen to that,” I sneered, rubbing circles over her clit. “So fucking wet for me.” I pinched her clit. “You are a slut, Juliet. My dirty slut.”
Her hips bucked against my hand, and I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on top of the welt from the whip. “Stay still,” I commanded, and she froze, though I could see the effort it took for her to obey.
I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right to make her cry out. Her cunt was tight and wet, clenching around my fingers as I fucked her with them. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re going to take my cock now, Juliet. And remember to thank me for it.”
She whimpered, but I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I unbuckled my belt and freed my cock, already hard and throbbing with need. I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed in slowly, savoring the way her body resisted before giving way to me.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her tight pussy enveloped me. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust, each movement deliberate and punishing. Her cries filled the room, a symphony of pain and pleasure that drove me wild.
“Say it,” I demanded, slamming into her harder. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she sobbed, her body trembling with the force of my thrusts.
“Again.”
“I’m yours!”
I continued to fuck her with brutal precision, my hands leaving bruises on her hips as I claimed her completely. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I knew she was close.
“Come for me, Juliet,” I growled, reaching around to rub her clit. “Come for your Alpha.”
Her body stiffened, and she let out a strangled cry as she came, her cunt clenching around me like a vice. I didn’t stop fucking her through her orgasm until I felt my own release building.
With a roar, I buried myself deep inside her and came, filling her with my release.
I stayed there for a moment, my forehead resting against her back as I caught my breath.
Then I pulled out and stepped back, admiring the sight of her trembling form still bound to the cross, my cum trailing down her legs.
I wiped myself off and pulled my pants up.
Then I released her feet and wrists and caught her as she sagged.
I carried her over to her bed and sat her downand walked away.
“Clean yourself up,” I ordered, tossing a towel at her feet. “And remember this, Juliet. You belong to me now. Forever. Oh, and thank your Alpha.”
She nodded weakly, her body still shaking as she tried to recover from what I’d done to her. Quietly, the words came out of her mouth. “Thank you, Alpha.”
I sent the cross back into the wall and shut and locked the door. A crew would perform equipment sanitization from the other side of the wall. Then I turned and walked away, leaving her alone in her cell to think about her place in my world.
But as I closed the door behind me, I couldn’t help but smile. She was mine now, body and soul. And I was going to enjoy every moment of breaking her completely.