Chapter Fourteen
KONFLICT KORVEN
Iwasn’t even close to ready for what smacked me in the face when that bathroom door swung open.
Serenity stepped out in black leather, mask riding high on her eyes, a whip loose in her hand, heels clicking against the floor.
My lungs straight up forgot how to work.
She looked unreal. My dick went from dead to wide-awake in a second, aching to be buried inside her.
Six long days without her had me feeling half crazy.
But it wasn’t just hunger staring back at me.
There was fire in her eyes too—pure, nasty anger aimed right at my chest. I’d never seen that look on her before.
She never had to boss me around like this.
Still, when she told me to strip, my body moved before my brain could even argue.
I followed orders because, hell, I needed to know where she was taking this.
Submitting ain’t my style, but for her I folded without a fight.
She pointed at the bed and told me to sit.
Next thing I knew, cuffs were snapping around my wrists.
Curiosity got all tangled up with want and a whole lot of confusion.
What was she playing at? I tried to ask, but she shut that down quick.
Her hand clamped around my balls, squeezing hard enough to make my vision blur.
She told me to keep my mouth shut and only call her Goddess.
Said she was punishing me—for fucking Eleana Sawyer, for sending funeral flowers and cold swept through me. Fuck.
I had no idea what she’d heard about Eleana, but I planned to get it out of her if I survived this.
Flowers—shit, I didn’t know they were funeral flowers.
The florist’s weird look made sense now.
I’d meant to apologize, to send a message without words, hoping it’d be a first step toward something better between us.
Instead, I’d given her every reason to think I wanted her dead. I’d screwed up. Bad.
“Lie down,” she ordered, pressing her heel into my dick and balls. Her eyes pinned me, daring me to disobey. I dropped to my back, chains rattling above my head.
Pain shot through me when she put her weight behind those heels, but something new twisted up inside me—a dark thrill I’d never felt before.
I’d never been into pain. Never thought Serenity would be either.
Now I wondered who’d taught her to dominate like this, and if it was another man or woman, I’d kill him or her. I don’t give a fuck.
She climbed onto me and straddled my hips.
Her fingers roamed from my thighs up my body.
Brushing the whip over my abs, slow, almost tender.
She demanded that I keep my cuffed hands above my head then lowered herself, lips hovering over mine.
Desire filled every part of my body, so I lifted my face, desperate for a kiss, but Serenity wanted to torture me.
She wanted to kill me with longing. So she pulled away, denying me her lips.
Then the whip cracked down on my arm, burning hot.
“Did I say you could kiss me?”
“No,” I answered, fighting for breath.
She straightened, raised her arm, and brought the whip down on my chest again—harder, faster, more times than I could count.
“Shit...” I gritted out through my teeth.
“No what, Konflict?” She snapped, lashing me again.
“No, Goddess,” I spat, remembering my place.
Serenity caught my face in her hand and dragged her tongue over my lips, holding my jaw tight. “Beg,” she whispered. “If you want my kiss, beg. If you want my mouth on your dick, beg. If you want me to fuck you, beg.”
She leaned in, mouth at my ear. “Tonight you’re nothing but a toy in my hands. You exist for my pleasure. If you want anything from me, you better beg for it. Understand?”
“Yes... Goddess.” My voice came out strangled, but honest. Every word she spoke sent heat down my spine, made my dick throb against her.
She felt it, grinding her hips down. Then she reached over, grabbed a collar, and buckled it over my voice modulator. She tugged the leash, forcing me upright at the edge of the bed.
Serenity treated me like a mutt, and I let her.
Any other woman would’ve never pulled that shit with me.
I’d have broken free and walked out without a second thought.
But with her, I only wanted more. Wanted to surrender to her control and see how far she’d go, find out what waited on the other side of pain and pleasure.
She glanced down at my dick, standing straight up. Her hand trailed the whip over it, gentle at first, then she snapped it hard and I screamed, the sound echoing off the walls.
“FUUUUUUCKKK!”
Her merciless demeanor gave me no break. She closed her hand around my length and stroked hard. Then she grabbed my balls and squeezed until I damn near folded, only to wrap her fingers around my dick again and stroke me harder. Fire ripped straight through my body.
“Shit... fucking hell!” I couldn’t help it. The pain pushed me right to the edge.
“Who told you to get hard, Konflict?” she asked, squeezing my balls even tighter.
“No one, Goddess, no one,” I ground out, voice wrecked.
“What should you have done?” Her hand clamped down harder.
“Fuck! I should’ve asked permission. Please, Goddess, let me get hard for you. Please.” I begged, no pride left.
“That’s not begging, Konflict. You can do better. Beg me.”
She hit my dick again, harder. Red and angry marks started to show, throbbing with every beat of my heart. I wasn’t sure how long I could last.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Please, Goddess, please let me get hard for you.”
Satisfied, she released my balls, grabbed the leash, and pulled my face close to hers.
“I didn’t know you could be such a good boy, Konflict.” She traced her lips over mine. “Open your mouth. Kiss me.” She commanded.
It felt like water in the desert. I smashed my mouth to hers, devouring her, tongue searching, tasting, starving for her.
She grabbed the back of my neck, deepening the kiss until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
My hands strained against the cuffs, desperate to touch her, but she broke away too soon, leaving me hungrier than before.
Serenity stepped away and pulled something out of a bag on the nightstand.
Her eyes were cold, still locked on mine, unreadable and sexy as hell.
She knelt between my thighs, grabbed my dick, and slid a silicone ring around it, trapping my balls.
The pressure was brutal, pain and pleasure warring inside me.
Then she spat on my dick, letting it drip down before she wrapped her fist around me tight and started jerking me off.
The ring made every stroke more intense.
“Hmm... Fuck... This is... Hell... fucking good.”
“Oh? You dare moan when I haven’t given you permission? Keep quiet. I don’t want to hear a thing.” Her grip tightened around my balls.
“Yes, Goddess.” I answered, fighting back my groan, biting down hard.
Being pleasured and forced to stay silent was cruel torture I wasn’t sure I could take. Every muscle trembled, desperate to give in, to explode.
“So, you’re in such a rush to put me in the ground, you thought it’d be smart to send me funeral flowers? White lilies, Konflict. You want to decorate my grave with white lilies? Two weeks left in this marriage, and you’re already choosing the flowers for my funeral?” Her jaw clenched.
I didn’t get a chance to answer. The whip crashed down, over and over, each strike harder, each squeeze of the ring tighter. Pain drowned out everything else, ripping moans from my chest. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkk! Shit… I… I didn’t mean to send them,” I blurted out, realizing too late I’d just answered her as Konflict, not Knox.
Serenity’s eyes locked on mine. For one breath I worried she might tear off the last shreds of my disguise, but she stayed in character, rage thick in her voice as she came for me.
“You didn’t mean to send them? Then what the fuck were you trying to do? Tell me.”
I sucked in a breath, willing myself not to hide. I didn’t care if she saw the truth anymore. I just needed her to understand what I wanted and meant to do.
“I wanted to send you love flowers. I… I wanted to say sorry. For hurting you all those months. I wanted to take the first step, but I fucked up. I didn’t bother checking what those flowers meant.”
The whip cracked again, burning my skin. “Fuckkkk!”
Yanking the leash around my neck, she dropped herself onto me, pinning my dick beneath her. The pain bit deep, but the guilt bit deeper.
“You think I’m an idiot, Konflict? Why would you send me love flowers?
Why would you ever apologize for the way you’ve treated me when I know you don’t give a fuck about me.
You know those lilies are the same flowers I put on your mother’s grave every month.
You visit her grave all the time, Konflict.
You didn’t miss that. You knew exactly what you were doing—sending me a warning, telling me my grave would be next. ”
Her voice trembled and her eyes filled with tears. This time, the anger faded and what I saw was pain. Real pain. Breaking pain. And my chest clenched. I’d done this to her. All those months of cruelty had carved wounds I could never take back.
“I’m sorry,” I said, trying to repair something I knew I couldn’t undo.