Chapter 6 #2
"Unless either of us has signed divorce papers—and I certainly don't recall signing—then we are, in fact, married," I informed her as I grabbed her wrist and brought it up to the cuff attached to one post of the bed.
When she realized what I was doing, Angel yanked against my grip. "Stop this!"
With little effort, I ignored her demand and dragged her struggling arm up, snapped a cuff around one wrist, and then circled the bed and performed the same action on her other.
"This is rape!" She fought against the bindings I'd placed her in, turning her wrists this way and that, wriggling her perfect little body across the sheets as she tried and failed to free herself.
I took a quiet step back and admired her form.
Then I reached down and smoothed my fingers up the inside of her thighs, collecting a fair amount of the cum that was drenching her flesh onto my fingertips and bringing it to my mouth.
The second she felt my touch, she clamped them shut.
It was too late, though. I smiled as I sucked her taste off of my digits.
I climbed onto the bed. Angel gasped and scrambled back until her spine hit the headboard.
The small incision on her arm that the doctor had made caught my attention.
It was slight, barely noticeable, and she hadn’t said anything about it yet.
Now that her mind wasn’t fogged over with the drugged smoke or the pleasure coursing through her clit—she looked down at it. Her brow puckered with confusion.
Would she know what it meant? I debated on allowing her to realize what I’d done. Something wicked in me, though, wanted her to think she was safe. So before she could contemplate the small wound further, I made my move.
Pressing the full weight of my body over her, I pinned her squirming form to the bed and let her feel the hardness of my cock between us. Her nostrils flared with anticipation as I directed her attention back to me. Gripping her legs, I forced them apart and leaned down as she trembled in my grasp.
The smell of her invaded my senses. I pushed my fingers back over her swollen pussy. She stiffened, her body going cold even as I gathered the evidence of her arousal onto my hand. Slowly, I brought my fingers up to my face and separated them, showing the clear fluid that told me the truth.
Her cheeks tinted pink. Her lips popped open and then her eyes widened as I brought my fingers back to my lips once more, parted them, and sucked them inside. The taste of her on my tongue really was everything I recalled. Sweet. Heady. Delicate.
I finished sucking my wife's juice from my fingers and then withdrew a handkerchief from my suit pocket, wiping the remains from my hand.
"There are things we didn't get a chance to explore when we were together, my darling," I began.
"I was hoping to gently guide you into the lifestyle I live, but it's clear that you don't care for gentleness. " She likes my punishments.
"Gaven..." Her lips trembled as I shot her a dark look.
"One," I stated, cutting her off, "is that you will refer to me as your Master from now on. You may call me 'Sir' in mixed company—but not to worry, I won't be allowing you out of this room for some time. Not until you can prove your good behavior to me."
“This is ridiculous,” she snapped.
"Only good wives are given the privilege of calling their husbands by their name, Angel," I said honestly. "And you have not been a good wife."
She sucked in a breath. "Well, then you're in luck," she replied. "Because we're not together anymore."
"Oh?" I tilted my head to the side and examined her.
"You have to let me go," she insisted. "I'll sign whatever divorce papers you want. I want out. I'm done."
"Oh no, darling. The time for that is over.
Perhaps you've been living in the outside world for too long, but you should understand the reality of your situation.
You belong to me, Angel. Any attempt to escape will be met with more punishment.
" I gestured back to the chair. "You've been away for too long.
This is merely the beginning. You can consider yourself nothing more than a pretty object for me to please and punish at will, is that understood? "
Her soft hair slid over her shoulders as she shook her head.
"I'm not a fucking object," she snapped.
"You may be angry at me, but you have no fucking clue what you're doing.
You think I'm the same naive girl who was forced to marry you?
Well, you're wrong. I'm much different than I was then.
You don't own shit—and you certainly don't own me. "
I left the bed and strode around it before I settled on the side as she finished spewing her bile my way.
Grabbing her chin, I tipped her head back and hovered over her.
This was fine, I thought. Her anger, her spirit, her fight.
I actually preferred it this way. Perhaps if she wasn’t a fighter, I might not have had the fucking self-control to keep myself from fucking her until I broke her.
It was true that my sexual lifestyle was far darker than anything I'd shown her, but this … this was pure revenge. For the woman who'd stolen my sanity and then fled with it in the middle of the night. The woman who'd lied to me, betrayed me and left me to pick up the wreckage.
"I want you to consider something, Angel," I said. "In the last five years, I’ve planned for this moment. I’ve plotted and prepared for the second you would land right back in my lap, and I know exactly how to keep you where I want you—legally and interminably mine."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Her eyes fused to mine.
"It means…" I let my thumb smooth over the side of her face even as I kept her chin in my grip, "that you are quite a disturbed young woman with a history of psychotic breaks and violence against your caretakers."
She frowned. "What the hell are you talking about? I've never—"
"I have years of hospital records to prove that you require someone who has both the means and time to dedicate to your health." Her lips parted as my words began to sink in.
“They’re not real.” Her protest was feeble at best and, at most, shocked.
It never occurred to her that I could prevent her from ever being able to go back to Evangeline Price.
Perhaps she thought that after all this time, she might one day be able to be herself again.
If she wanted that, now was the time to tell me the truth.
I waited a beat, but she said nothing. Instead, she just glared at me.
I sighed. “Of course, it’s not real,” I agreed. “But—after all the years you’ve been running from me, quite expertly, I might add—you should know that the perfect paperwork is just as much a weapon as a gun.”
“Paperwork like that would only…” She stopped before finishing her sentence, but I already knew her meaning.
It will only draw Jackie’s attention. That was fine by me, though.
Soon enough, I’d take care of Jacquelina Price, and once she was gone, if Angel still wanted to run then I’d ensure she never could.
Angel shook her head—in denial or inner turmoil, I couldn’t say.
"Because of your mental health, I'm afraid," I continued as her face grew paler and paler, "you own nothing. Your licenses have been revoked. Your original identifications all showcase that you are nothing more than a young woman who requires a full-time relative to look after you. And as your husband, I am your sole provider and your guardian. If you were ever to leave these premises or go somewhere without a guard approved by me, any attempt to seek help would find you promptly returned to me and back in that fucking chair for another round of torture. Only this time … I won’t leave you for just an hour. "
I’d sit here and watch her come for many hours.
Days if I had to. I’d wait until it was so painful that she’d pass out and then I’d wake her up only to start all over again.
I’d hook her pretty arm up to an IV to make sure she wouldn’t get dehydrated and I’d relish in watching as she came and came and came.
No breaks. No stopping. I would show her what it meant to abandon me.
What would happen if she dared to do so again.
"You … you wouldn't..." She breathed the words as if she couldn't understand.
I tightened my hold on her face. "I warned you, Angel," I whispered as I leaned close. My lips hovered just before hers. "I said I would hunt you to the ends of the Earth. What I failed to mention, however, was that when I found you, I would ensure you could never leave again. Welcome home, wife."