Chapter 8 #2
“As many fucking times as I want,” I growl. “Now reach back, grab your ass cheeks and spread them wide open.”
I hadn’t planned this part. But I feel I need to punish her right now.
She grits her teeth, twisting her head to glare at me. Then her mouth draws to a line and she looks away from me again. She keeps her chest against the padded arm of the chair as she reaches back and splays her fingers across both cheeks.
Yes, my eyes lock on the delicate pink lips of her pussy when she spreads them open. But not for my amusement or enjoyment. It’s to humiliate her.
…That said, I do enjoy it anyway.
I let her stand there for another solid minute, bent over, her cheeks throbbing as she lewdly spreads her holes wide for me. Then I walk back to my chair and sit.
“Stand up,” I command.
She drops her hands and straightens, turning to let her smoldering, furious gaze stab into me, her fists clenched at her sides.
“Well?” she mutters.
I draw in a slow breath. “How many men have you been with.”
She blinks and then stares at me. “Excuse me?”
“It’s a pretty straightforward question.”
Her lips twist. “How many girls have you fucked?”
“I have no idea.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine, same.”
My jaw grinds. “How. Many.”
Her eyes rip back mine, narrowing. “Some,” she hisses. “Several. A few. I honestly don’t know.”
Darkness coils inside me.
“I won’t put you over my knee and spank you, because I’ve seen what you watch online and I know that would just make you come all over my thighs, dirty little masochist that you are.”
Her cheeks flame. “Fuck you—”
“But there are other, far less enjoyable ways for me to punish you. So enough with the lip and the bullshit and answer the question.” I lean over the desk, my eyes locked on hers. “How many fucking men.”
Her throat works. Her lips sneer slightly.
“I don't know. Dozens,” she throws back. “Next question.”
The dark thing inside me snaps its teeth and claws at the underside of my skin. I lock eyes with hers, looking for the lie.
But she’s just a blank slate staring back.
“Since I’ve seen your porn history—”
“You mean when you violated my privacy for your sick mind games?” she snaps back.
I shrug. “All's fair in love—”
“We are not in love,” she hisses, her eyes narrowed as the words spit from her thinned mouth.
“…and war,” I finish. I smile coldly. “Surely one of those two fits our current situation. Now, since I’ve seen what makes you wet—”
“Asshole.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m holding back,” I growl, relishing the way her eyes widen a little. “Now, tell me what it is about a loss of control that gets you off.”
Her cheeks flush darkly.
“I don’t get off on the loss of—”
“Would it jog your memory if I read out the titles of the videos you’ve watched the most in the last month?”
When she bristles, I chuckle darkly.
“Sorry—I forgot that all things memory are a sore subject for you.”
Her eyes glint sharply. “No, you didn’t.”
“No, I didn’t. Now, answer the question. Truthfully.”
She swallows heavily. “Pass.”
I smile coldly. “It would be in your best interests to tell me, or I’ll just take away that control right here and now and find out myself.”
She flushes again before she quickly looks down. “I—”
“Eyes on me.”
There’s a fire in her eyes when she quickly looks back up. Our gazes lock, and I focus a little too much on the way her lower lip drops just a bit.
…Maybe because I’m imagining that parted lip sliding down the underside of my swollen cock as she takes me deep into the back of her throat.
“I…don’t know,” she murmurs.
I pick the folder up off the desk and open it to the blanket consent form she signed.
The one in which she consented to no longer having to give consent.
Fuck, does that make me hard.
“Let’s take another look at your particular kinks,” I muse, smirking as I drag my gaze over the page. “Consensual non-consent, D/s dynamics, impact play, somnophilic activities, bondage, orgasm denial…” I bite back a groan. “Free use.”
When I look up, her face is bright pink and her eyes are staring at the floor.
“Eyes. On. Me.”
She shivers, her nipples tightening as her gaze snaps back to mine.
“I’m guessing your pussy would turn into a dripping mess if I were to pin you down with my hand around your throat, your wrists bound behind your back, and use your slutty little holes with or without your say-so, wouldn’t it?”
Her eyes bulge. The flush creeps down between her tits and over her stomach, all the way to her thighs.
I smile devilishly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Fuckhead—”
“Come here.”
I rap the words out as I stand and walk around to the front of my desk.
She stares at me for a second. But then, her eyes avoiding mine, she quietly advances to me. She sucks in a breath when I drop to my haunches in front of her, my eyes staring darkly at the thin, white, even scars on her thigh.
“That isn’t allowed anymore.”
She snorts. “Okay.”
“It’s not,” I snarl.
Her eyes roll. “Or what?”
She gasps sharply as I abruptly stand, looming right over her, my chest almost touching hers.
“Do you really want to die, little bird?” I growl, right in her face.
She juts out her chin, her eyes warring with mine. “Do you?” she tosses back. “You seemed quite interested in that ledge up—”
Her words catch along with her breath and a choked, whimpered sound hums in her throat as my hand wraps around it.
“That. Isn’t. Allowed,” I growl through clenched teeth. “No more cutting. No more trying to kill yourself. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
She lifts her chin defiantly again, eyes locked with mine.
“Fine.”
Fuck, I’m going to enjoy fucking that sass out of that mouth.
“Arms up.”
She looks confused but does it anyway, watching me curiously as my gaze slides over her armpits, then up the inside of each arm.
“Spread your fingers.”
Her brows knit. “What the fuck are you…”
I smile coldly when understanding hits her face.
Track marks.
She narrows her eyes at me.
“Fuck you,” she spits.
“Not until I know I don’t need to be worried about hepatitis. Thanks anyway.”
“You know I don't have shit,” she grits through clenched teeth. “You made me submit to that fucking STD check.”
I grin. “Yes, how was that, anyway?”
“Horrible. Invasive.”
“Good.”
I step away from her and jam my fingertip down on the edge of my desk.
“Sit,” I command.
She stares at me for a second. Then, not looking at me, she quietly walks past me, turns, and leans against the edge of the desk.
“On it,” I growl.
Her muscles flex as she uses her hands to hoist herself up and plant her firm ass on the edge of the desk. She gasps quietly as I drop to one knee. I wrap my hand around her ankle and place her foot firmly on my raised knee.
There’s no reason for me to do this. I know she’s a former addict. I’ve read her file, and I know her preferred injection sites were her feet, since dancers' feet are already so fucked up that no one would ever notice track marks there.
But I need to see with my own eyes. I don’t know why, but I do.
And that’s exactly where I find them: little scars over slightly raised and damaged veins in her feet and between her toes.
“Spread your legs.”
Her eyes snap to mine.
“Now.”
Her mouth thins. “Fine.”
“Not 'fine'. Yes, sir,” I growl.
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, sir.”
She glares at me. “You’re a fucking sadist.”
“Indeed. Now say it.”
She shivers and clears her throat. “Yes, sir,” she mutters.
She spreads her legs. I’m still down on one knee between them as I lean close, my gaze sliding up her inner thighs, looking for more track marks that might not have been mentioned in her file.
I don’t find any. But I stay where I am, staring at the pink lips of her cunt.
“Now what the fuck are you doing,” she grumbles, her face red.
“Looking at your pussy.”
Her eyes widen, her throat working up and down. “Are you…” She looks away. “Are you going to do something to me or not?”
“Right now?” I smile wolfishly as I stand. “Of course not.”
Her brow knits. “Why not?”
“Eager little thing, aren’t you.”
She glares death at me. “I’m not eager. I just want to get it fucking over with. I’m curious why you’re not—”
She gasps sharply as I move right between her spread legs and firmly cup her bare pussy in my hand. She lets out a choked whimper, her thighs closing. All it does is trap my fingers against her silky heat.
My mouth drops to her ear, and I relish the strangled mewl that comes from her throat as I slowly drag a finger up her seam.
“Because you and I both know you just don’t find it fun unless there’s an element of force involved,” I purr into her ear. “Isn't that right, little bird?”
I tease my finger up and down her pussy again.
She’s wet. Not very, but a little. And I grin to myself, because I bet she hates that she is.
I pull my hand away and abruptly move from between her legs. She slides off the edge of the desk as I walk back around to sit in my chair.
“I’ll email you a copy of our agreement for your records. But to preemptively answer your question—yes, you can expect all the activities mentioned in it.”
She’s standing in front of the desk now, her arms folded over her tits.
“And when are these activities expected to occur?” she mumbles.
“At any time.”
“What if I’m not here?”
I lift my eyes to hers. “You’ll always be here,” I grin lecherously at her. “We’re getting married, in case that part hasn’t really clicked yet. So you’ll live here now. Think of the optics.”
Her eyes flash. “You mean after the wedding—”
“I mean you’re moving in today.”
She stiffens, but then an overly sweet smile spreads over her lips as her eyes stab into me like knives.
“I’m not sure if you knew this, but my father is very religious.” She exhales, shaking her head. “If I mentioned moving in with my fiancé before we were married in the eyes of God, well, Daddy wouldn’t like that much. I mean…” She smirks lethally at me. “Think of the optics.”
I eye her coolly.
Well played, little bird.
“As such,” she says smugly, “I’ll be staying in my own place.”
“Suit yourself,” I growl. “But when you are mine, you’ll be fucking mine. In every goddamn sense of the word.”
She bristles, glaring at me for a long few seconds before she shivers slightly.
“Why are you doing this?” she finally says, her voice softening a little, almost pleading. “I mean, seriously, why—”
“Because seven years ago, someone was taken from me,” I snap, so brutally as to make her flinch.
Her lip trembles as she stares haggardly at me. “So…I’m, what, a replacement? Because I look like her?! Because she was my friend?! Because—”
“Because I fucking can,” I growl. “Now get dressed and get out.”
She stares at me, blinking rapidly. Then she turns and quickly pulls her clothes back on.
When she’s done, she glances once at me, then walks to the doors. Her hand is on one of the knobs when she twists to look back at me, her brows knitting.
“When…” She frowns. “When will it start?” she asks quietly. “I mean…” She nods with her chin at the contract in front of me. “You know.”
“You mean when will I fuck you?” I growl. “When will I claim you, and toy with you, and control you?”
Her face heats as she nods. “Y-yeah,” she chokes.
I smile.
“When you least expect it, baby.”