Chapter 5 #2
“What…” Another cough attacked and I felt my legs relax. Something was wrong. That cigar … my head … it wasn’t normal.
“Do you like one of my new products?” he inquired
“New products?” I repeated, more confusion swamping my brain.
“Yes,” he said. “Despite your betrayal, I’ve managed to maintain quite a bit of power.
I’ve begun spreading my business acumen to other markets, and this is a new type of drug we’re marketing.
It’s designed to make you relax. For you especially, darling, it’ll make you lose all of your worries and just accept what’s happening.
Be grateful I offered this. I can still be kind if you’re a good girl for me—that is, if you can manage to be good for longer than what it takes to stab me in the back. ”
The bitterness of his tone was not lost on me, but the foggy smoke made it difficult to think. “I didn’t stab you—I wouldn’t…” A groan rumbled out of my chest. Why was it so hard to form sentences?
“What’s happening?” I asked, even as his words finally sank into my mind.
As soon as I inhaled that smoke, my mind had hazed over.
The air over my flesh felt colder somehow before it turned hot.
Incredibly hot. A million pinpricks of fire rose to the surface of my skin.
My head tilted one way and then another as if my neck was struggling to support it.
I couldn’t seem to focus on any point in the room.
“It’s fast acting,” Gaven explained as he finished what he was doing and turned around to face me. He pulled a small black square from his pocket and held it in his hand. “It will enhance a few things for you.”
“B-but you were…”
Hadn’t he been smoking it? He’d taken a single inhale, at least. Had he just been holding it between his lips for the rest of the time?
Why wasn’t he reacting the way I was? My head rolled forward and looking down, I realized that I’d let my legs fall open once more, putting the full view of my pussy on display.
Air wafted over my open, wet flesh. A gasp escaped me and I snapped them shut again—as much as I could, anyway.
A low chuckle reverberated from him. “Oh no, we can’t have that.” Gaven’s thumb pressed over the central button on the remote in his hand and the wand between my legs flared to life.
I screamed as both of my knees shot outward and my lower spine pressed against the back of the chair, but it was useless.
Though keeping my legs open didn’t press the wand so hard against my clit, there was no removing it.
I tossed my head back and screamed again as the vibrations increased.
The damn thing was hammering against my clit, sending what little cognition I had left in my brain into the stratosphere.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel.
Feel how soaking wet my pussy was. Feel the hard, fast stimulation buzzing between my legs.
Shit. Fuck. What was I supposed to do? I’d known that if Gaven ever caught up to me, that he’d be angry, but I never expected that he’d do this.
Keep me captive in some room and torture me like this.
I’d expected nail-pulling, beating, or even waterboarding.
Hate.
Pain.
Violence.
He was a killer, after all. But this? Sexual torture? That hadn’t even been on my radar. And oh, was this fucking torture.
Gaven stood there and watched me squirm as I tried to wriggle, unsuccessfully, away from the press of the toy.
My lips parted and I panted with the effort it took not to lose my ever-loving mind.
Just as it was about to send me over the edge, the vibrations ceased.
I gasped for breath and curled inward. I could feel the sweat coating my body, thankful for some relief and yet, also mildly disappointed that I hadn’t reached that glorious threshold.
My chest shuddered as I sucked in air so hard it scraped through my dry throat.
My breasts trembled with the effort, my nipples pearling into hardened points.
“You haven’t been exposed to this drug,” Gaven explained carefully, as if he hadn’t just nearly forced me to come apart under his seemingly indifferent gaze with nothing more than the press of a button.
“Tolerance and body weight are also taken into consideration. Someone of my mass needs to inhale a lot more of this for it to be effective—you, however, are quite susceptible, darling. You’ve toned up, become quite a bit smaller than the last time we saw each other.
” I looked up and glared at him, but his eyes weren’t on my face.
They were on my body and his lips were curled down—as if he was displeased by the words coming from his lips.
“You’ll find yourself quite lulled by this drug—well, that is, until I take it away. ”
Toned? Ha. It wasn’t exactly by choice. I had to be fit.
It was either learn the skills necessary to survive or risk being found, taken, and possibly killed.
But despite his words, I wasn’t thinking of that right now.
I was shaking. Trembling actually. I could feel the heat of his gaze under my skin.
This was a problem—a big one. I needed to get out, to get away.
I’d considered that Gaven might catch up to me someday.
I’d had plans in place. Now, though, the harder I tried to think of what I’d planned to say in this situation, the more it evaded me.
Another groan worked up my chest. I was so fucking hot, I’d swear flames were licking at my skin.
My head tilted forward, and I struggled to keep it up.
If Gaven planned to keep me drugged for long stints of time, I was fucked.
Ronald needed me. I still had him to consider, but more than that—staying around Gaven for any length of time would put him in danger, especially if what he said was true and he was still involved in the Price Empire.
I had no doubt that my sister would sniff out my whereabouts and the second she knew I was with him again, all hell would break loose.
I couldn’t let that happen. I had to convince him to let me go.
“Gaven,” I said, my chest pumping up and down. I didn’t care, now, that I was naked and bare before him, that he could see the hard points of my nipples or the rounded sides of my hips or even the evidence of my arousal coating my pussy. “Gaven, whatever you think you’re going to get from me—”
“I know exactly what I’m going to get from you, Angel,” Gaven said, cutting me off.
His boots made hard sounds on the floor as he strode closer and then bent down.
This time, instead of lifting my chin up, his hand curled into my hair, gripped hard, and yanked until I had to arch my back and thrust out my breasts to keep it from hurting.
He grinned down at me, his smile twisted and angry—but even beyond that anger, I knew the truth. He was hurt, and he was punishing me.
“I’m going to get the last five years of my marriage back,” he stated.
“Every wicked thing I had planned for you, you will do. You will remain in this chair and take your punishment until you learn to do as I ask, and when you do, you will learn to continue your service to me for the rest of your life. Misbehave, and you’ll be right back here.
Locked up. No freedom to do anything—not even go to the bathroom by yourself. Is that clear?”
“You can’t…” I gasped.
“I can’t what, love?” he demanded.
“I don’t…” I didn’t want to say it. The words almost stopped in my throat.
Lies instead of truth had to make him understand, even if it hurt both of us.
“I don’t want you anymore,” I stated. “My father’s dead.
Your dream is over. It’s gone. Jackie owns the Price Empire.
Find another mafia princess to marry and breed.
You need to let. Me. Go.” The last three words came out on a hiss as the hand in my hair tightened.
“I can’t marry another woman when I’m still married to you, Angel,” he said coldly, and it was like a punch to my chest. “I don’t want another princess.
I already own one. I own you. I said you’re here to repay me for the last five years you spent running from me.
I told you I would hunt you down, and now I have.
You lost the game. So, no more fighting me—it’ll only exhaust you.
As for the Price Empire—well, I have my own power now.
I can live without the rest. All I want from you, now, is your submission. ”
“My what?” Gaven released my hair abruptly and took a step back. “Gaven…”
He pressed the button on the remote again and turned the damn Hitachi wand up until the sound was all that filled my ears.
I shuddered as I came on the spot, my body seizing as the grip of the Hitachi still rested against my sensitive clit. My juices slicked down my inner thighs as my orgasm stole the very breath from my lungs. Tears formed in the backs of my eyes. Fuck. What was I supposed to do now?
Gaven watched for a brief moment before putting the remote back in his pocket and turning for the door. “Stop!” I half shrieked. “You can’t leave me like this! Gaven, please!”
He paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back, raising an eyebrow.
“This is your punishment, Angel,” he said.
“I told you—you aren’t allowed to call me by my name anymore.
To you, I’m your Master and until you can call me by that, you’ll remain in here.
I’ll be back in an hour or so. Don’t worry, the wand is fully charged.
I took the liberty of making sure this didn’t need to be plugged in so you couldn’t pull it free.
Enjoy the orgasms, though they might start to hurt after a while.
I expect they’ll be the last ones you experience until I don’t feel like punishing you anymore. ”
No, no, no! He couldn’t be serious. I struggled in the chair and screamed when all that did was press the vibrating wand between my legs even harder.
I was over-sensitive and could feel another orgasm creeping up on me.
It was impossible. It was too fast. He couldn’t leave me like this. Especially not for an hour!
But Gaven didn’t look back as he strode out into the hall and shut the door behind him, leaving me shuddering in the throes of yet another forced orgasm.