Chapter 23 #2
Stopping the toy, I tug on her leash. “Unh, unh.” Moving closer to her face, I tip her chin so she looks at me. “I want you to see who’s making you squirm, understand?”
She shakes her head again. Such a fucking brat. That only makes me grin as I start the toy again. My fingers on each side of her face, I force her to look at me as she grinds her body against that toy.
“Let me guess…” I stare into those dilated eyes, shimmering under the lights. “You wish you were grinding against my cock right now, don’t you?” I lower my lips to her ear again. “I’m so hard for you, Hannah. I wish you could feel it.” She moans at my words, and I stop the toy again.
She keeps moving her hips, letting out a long, needy moan. Like she’s whining for more. Whining for me.
“You’re fucked, Rowen.”
It’s too easy to ignore that voice right now, goosebumps rising on her skin, her thighs trembling.
“What’s that?” I lift her chin back up to me.
“You want more?” I tap the toy on and off, her body responding with each strong pulse.
I can see her trying to pull from her restraints, and that only makes me chuckle more.
“Be a good girl for me then. You want control? Then control yourself. If you don’t grunt, I won’t stop. ”
After giving her a second to respond, I turn the toy back on. Her back arches against the chaise, her eyes squeezing shut. So I stop. She lets out another whiny moan, no longer bothered about our audience. Good. I don’t care either.
“You can’t control yourself around me, Hannah.
” I turn the toy on again. “And you can’t control me.
So stop trying.” She moves her hips with the rhythm of the vibrator as I wrap one arm around her throat.
I can feel how warm she is, how rigid her muscles are.
And just when I think I’ll take her there, I stop again.
The look in her eyes as I torture her with pleasure almost makes me lose control, my cock throbbing against my silk boxers.
“Tell them who you belong to.” Tugging the velvet strings keeping her gag in place, it falls out of her mouth, spit dripping down her chin. Those lips hang open, a strangled noise releasing, but I’m not playing around. I stop the toy again. “Tell them who the fuck you belong to, Hannah.”
She can’t stand it any longer, the way she grits her teeth, fighting back her moans and any urge she has to let go.
So I heighten the vibration before my hands come around to her tits again, pinching those hard nipples until I hear her gasp.
She pants when the toy stops, her body tensing when I pinch those nipples harder.
“Fuck. You,” she grits. “Oh god, fuck you!” She’s so restless it’s hard for her to stay still, her body moving on that chaise like a worm.
“Who the fuck do you belong to, Hannah?” Just when she catches her breath, I turn that toy on again. Her back arches against me, her heartbeat pounding against my pecs. “Who controls you?”
“You!” She screams, chasing that release as her body gives in. “You! You! You!” This one’s intense, and I chuckle against her ear as she gives me her all.
Tipping her head back, I give in and plant my lips on hers as the rest of the room disappears. Her hips lift off the soft cushion, her back pressing into me as I let her ride out her reward. I hold her as she shakes, her body quivering until she collapses into me, her back hot against my chest.
“You did so well,” I croon, running my hands over her swollen nipples as I finally bring the toy to a complete stop. My arms wrap around her as she catches her breath. “Such a good girl.”
She curls up against me, turning away from the crowd. Settling on the chaise with her, something takes over me as she rests her head on my chest. Something warm. Something hard to ignore.
“Rye,” she starts, her breath still shaky. “That was—”
“What you deserved.” Shrugging off my robe, I place it over her shoulders.
“Why do you get off on letting them see me like that?” she whispers against my chest, like she’s too ashamed to look around her.
“It’s not just me. You know that.” My finger falls under her chin, lifting it.
“Do you see the look in their eyes?” My eyes scan the room, and Chloe isn’t the only one looking at us like we have something they can’t have.
“It’s what you want. You want people to wish they could be in your place and, once again, they do.
Don’t act like you don’t relish in this. ”
She huffs out her words, still breathless. “You humiliate me.”
“You haven’t used the safe word. Tell me why.”
“You think I wanted this?” She looks up at me, those sparkly eyes redder under the light.
“You always do.” Just as fucking bad as I do. “Tell me why you let me control your body. I want to hear it.”
“Aren’t we just having fun?” Her brows furrow. “This felt different.”
“It was. Why didn’t you use the safe word, Hannah?”
“It's not like you hurt me."
“And you trust that I won’t. You think disappearing on me and ignoring me makes you stronger here?
You don’t get to do that and come back when it suits you.
Not when we’re working together. Not with me.
So whatever’s going on in your head, get the fuck over it.
I need—” I choke on my own words, her eyes narrowing into mine. “Krystal needed you."
Her shoulders sink. “I was trying to get my footing. It slipped because of you.”
“No, you did that.” My voice is firm. I didn’t intend on having this conversation here, but a glimpse into her mind is… fascinating. “You came after me first. Then the minute we had a plan to work together, you left.”
Her brows knit. “I get it, I haven’t been around—”
“And?”
She stalls before she lets the words fall. “I’m sorry. I just—”
“Good. Don’t make me drag it out of you next time.
” I don’t overthink it, I just lift her chin and press my lips into hers.
It’s like I’ve forgotten who's around us, those lips dangling in my face for far too long. She sighs against my mouth, her hand coming to my cheek. It’s a tender touch.
One that makes the spin in my stomach return.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers against my lips, the room slowly coming back.
“What changed your mind?" I ask questions that didn’t matter months ago. Questions that shouldn’t matter. “You ignored me, but you still came. What changed?”
“Last night, when I went home…” She stalls, her hand coming to her lips. She chokes back tears I’m tempted to kiss away. “My mom looked worse than I ever saw her. I tried to get her to leave. I thought I could have everything with her by my side, but instead—” More tears stifle her words.
My chest dampens with her tears as I pull her closer, hiding her from nosy guests. It’s one thing for everyone to see her respond to me. It’s another for them to see her cry.
“Did I ruin everything?” she asks, swiping at her eyes. “With your father?”
“Krystal’s with him.” Pulling out my phone, the party continues around us while we sit in the middle like this is normal. “We put up a camera so I can keep an eye on her. But this was your plan. You needed to be here.”
Hannah sits up, pulling my phone close to her rosy face. “Where’s the camera?”
Looking at my screen, something’s different.
I thought I had the feed, but the screen is white.
“It was working before you got here.” Tapping around, my jaw tightens. “I can’t get it back.”
“Well, restart it,” Hannah says, sounding closer to her usual demanding self.
A loud scream fills the air, coming from the other end of the room. Loud and curdling. It's enough to pull my attention from Hannah.
Guests turn towards the scream, my eyes following.
When my gaze lands on the front door, all the tension in my body comes rolling back.
The room turns red, ringing in my ears.
“Is that Krystal?” Hannah asks.
It is. And she stands in the doorway, pale as glass.
Covered in blood.