Chapter 6
Gaven
Ididn't go far. There was no way I was capable of doing that—not while the woman I'd been working to track down for the last five years was so close at hand, and also not while I carried the key to her torment and pleasure in my grasp.
Evangeline Price had changed in the time since we'd married. While she'd once been an innocent young woman forced into an arranged marriage with a man twice her age, I had no clue who she was now.
It was only by the doctor’s own admission that I knew she hadn’t secretly had a child from the one night I’d had with her and that, according to him, she hadn’t had sex—recently anyway.
She'd proven to be conniving and quite the slippery target. There was still so much I didn’t know, so much left to find out about the woman that I would control and own for the rest of our lives.
Even as I sat in my office in the next room over, I couldn't help but appreciate her cries and sobs as they filtered through the wall.
Had we been in my Boston home, I wouldn't have heard a peep.
But here, in this makeshift penthouse loft on the outskirts of the city, while the outer walls were made of brick and steel, the inner walls were thin—allowing me the pleasure of playing with her, both body and mind.
My computer screen was turned towards me, the cameras I had planted around every angle of the room allowing me adequate visuals on what she was experiencing.
Once more, I watched as her hair slipped over her back and her head was thrown back as she was catapulted into yet another—I’m sure—agonizing orgasm.
Even in the recording, I could see how her body trembled.
The tears streaked her face and she fought against her bindings.
It didn’t take long for her to begin screaming and cursing. My lips curved as she called me every name in the book. Asshole. Pervert. Motherfucker. Deviant, wicked, villain. Yes, that’s exactly what I was. Her villain. Her husband.
Every once in a while I'd reach into my pocket and I'd turn off the wand.
I'd listen to her gasp in relief as her body was given relief from the pleasure and pain of coming so often.
A few minutes later as I finished going over the documents of the drug trade deal I'd set up for the Price Empire, I slid them to the side and reached back into my pocket. I hadn’t smiled this much in so long.
My lips curved once more as the wand between her thighs flared back to life and a fresh scream was ripped from her throat.
It was like my very own personal symphony.
Her cries and begging. Her broken sobs. I relished in them.
All the while, my cock hardened in my pants, pulsing with the need to take her.
I was a man of restraint, though. I waited five fucking years for her; I could wait a little longer to train her to my preferences.
So, instead of going into the room adjoining this one and removing her from the personally made throne of forced orgasms, I leaned back and reached down to my zipper.
I stared at the image she presented on the screen as I took my cock out and palmed it.
Long and thick, I stroked my shaft up and down in time to the undulating movements of her hips as I turned the Hitachi wand back on and watched her body move against it as she sobbed through yet another stunning release.
It was like magic—owning her this way. Cruel, perhaps it made me, but she had been far crueler.
Leaving me with little more than a few words and no explanation.
It didn’t matter that I’d pieced the reasoning behind her betrayal after she was gone—her sister had obviously had something to do with it.
I knew it, and so did Matteo. It was why the man had come to me.
None of that mattered now, though. Angel would soon find that her options had never allowed for her to run away.
Her options should have been to come to me.
To tell me the truth. Seeking my protection and help.
That was what I allowed her. Not the betrayal of leaving.
The first time she’d tried to escape me, I thought I’d scared her enough to avoid such a stupid decision again. I’d been wrong.
Now, as she sat there, her naked body shivering against the waves of pleasure coursing through her, I watched and waited.
My cock pulsed in my grip as my eyes locked on the woman on the screen.
Her head was still turned upward, hair sliding back down her nape and over her shoulders.
Her tears were magnificent. Beautiful. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock and I paused, rubbing a thumb over the head as I resisted the need to stroke myself hard and fast—to reach the release that was right there.
I would punish her, but I would also punish myself as well. I had, after all, no one else to blame for her disappearance, for being unable to capture her for so long. The wand between her legs was buzzing away, pressed firmly to her clit as she cried.
Her nipples were pebbled into tight little points at the tips of her tits. They trembled, making my eyes lock upon them as I imagined streaking her in my cum. Painting those rosy tips in my seed as she looked up at me with glistening eyes and swollen lips.
Soon, I promised myself.
I gritted my teeth as she jerked and screamed through yet another orgasm, the chair and her bindings keeping her pinned in place. It was enough for me.
My cock jerked against my fist as I slid my hand up and covered the top with my palm. A low growl rumbled up my throat as I came, imagining her taking me into her little mouth, swallowing around me as I dumped my load down her throat.
A little over an hour later, as the clock on the wall ticked past six p.m., and I’d come a total of three times watching her torment, I decided that she had suffered enough for the time being.
I set the papers down and got up, leaving my office to return to the bedroom I had set up to be her prison.
Whether my Angel realized it or not, I'd been planning her capture for quite some time and I was going to enjoy every little piece of it.
I unlocked the door and strode back into the room just as her lips parted and she moaned through another forced orgasm. Shutting the door at my back and flipping the lock, I watched and waited for her body to stop shuddering before I turned off the wand and really took in the sight of her.
Her gasps filled the air between us. Her chest was flushed a bright pink and her face was soaked in sweat and tears, streaks cascading down to her trembling chin. My cock jerked in my pants. Her makeup was ruined, smudged around her wide eyes, and dripping in lines down her face.
Tilting my head to the side, I took another step into the room.
Her adorable shyness was gone now, the exhaustion of her body obvious in the way she didn’t even attempt to close her legs.
I could see even from here how red her pretty little clit was.
The poor abused thing. She fought against touching the wand, whimpering as she tried keeping her legs spread and her spine as far pressed back into the back of the chair as possible.
“G-Gaven,” she begged. “Please.”
With a frown, I pressed the button again, eliciting yet another scream from her. It didn’t take long for her to realize what she’d done wrong.
“Master!” The word erupted from her lips. “Please!” I pressed the button and stopped the vibrations between her legs with a cold smile. She collapsed against her chair.
“See, love,” I said as I approached. “I knew you could be trained.”
Her head tipped back and her eyes cut towards me with a vicious glare.
Something that was also new about her. Before, Angel had been such a modest and cautious creature.
Her face always turned away if I ever looked at her directly.
That innocent, virginal part of her was as attractive as anything I’d ever had before.
This rebellious look, however, wasn’t bad either.
“You’re a bastard,” she accused, the curse a hiss despite the fact that I held the key to her release.
I chuckled as I pocketed the remote and leaned over her, tipping her chin up with a finger beneath it.
I didn’t mind the curses she threw my way.
After all, I had her now. I was the one in charge.
If all she could do was curse at me, then I’d let her, even as I took everything else from her very fucking soul.
The tear tracks that had dried to her pretty cheeks fused her lashes together.
Despite having heard her moans and cries for myself, seeing the way her body had reacted to each orgasm on the camera feed, I still couldn’t imagine how many times she’d come within the last hour.
Her poor little pussy had to be sore and swollen. I grinned. This was only the beginning.
“That I am,” I agreed readily as I released her face and reached down to untie first one arm and then the other.
She reached up as if to push me away, but her arm flopped uselessly into her lap as if even that was too much effort for her.
I carefully finished untying her and then lifted her limp body from the chair.
"What the fuck were you thinking this would accomplish?
" she demanded, her tone hard even as her body relaxed against my chest. Well, perhaps relaxed wasn't quite right.
It was more as if her body couldn't seem to do anything else but lose all tension.
Forcing someone to come repeatedly seemed like such a sweet release, when in fact, it was a wicked, cruel torture.
No doubt, every inch of her precious skin felt like a livewire had been infused with her very body.
"Catching up on lost time," I said as I strode to the bed across the room. The second I laid her down, however, she tried to roll away, shrinking away from my touch with a scowl.
"We're not married," she snapped. "Not anymore."