Chapter 9
Angel
Ifelt like a caged animal. Hell, I fucking was a caged animal.
The longer I was locked in this room, the more insane I swore I would go.
It had been several days since Gaven had come back.
The only reason I knew that was because I’d been delivered food three times a day, every day. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner.
I’d never been claustrophobic, but now I was concerned that I would soon develop the fear.
I was restless. Hungry for stimulation. Anything really.
Even if it meant that Gaven came back and tortured me in that way of his.
There was only so much TV a girl could watch, and it didn’t look like the reins of my new confinement were slipping.
There wasn’t even an opportunity to escape.
The cameras made sure of it.
They had to be using them, too, because otherwise—how the hell would they know when I was distracted enough for them to deliver food?
It was always when I was in the bathroom or asleep.
When I woke up, breakfast would be there already.
When I showered, lunch. For a while, I tried to sit in front of the door, waiting.
Nothing. Nada.
The second I’d given in to the urge to pee—I’d come back to fresh food. So, yes, someone must always be on watch. I could have destroyed the cameras, but then that would bring him back. Honestly, though, after the days of boredom and confined frustration—I was debating on it.
It was odd, too, that after so long dressing to cover myself, it only took a few short days of constant nudity for me to grow accustomed to being naked. Then again, the room was now bare of anything to cover myself with—so it wasn’t like I had a choice there either.
I wasn’t quite sure how Gaven had managed to remove the blankets and sheets without waking me, but I wouldn’t put it past him to put more of that drug in my food.
My skin tingled with the need for something—anything.
Pacing had grown old, and the books he’d left for me to read had left me feeling …
certain things that I didn’t want to think about.
Whatever Gaven did to my body, remaining strong and resistant was my goal.
To a certain point, anyway. I knew that feigning acquiescence too quickly would be suspicious.
I had to maintain myself for at least a little longer to give him the illusion that he was breaking me.
Once he thought he had control, then and only then could I escape.
After calling for Gaven multiple times and getting no response, I finally gave up and plopped down in one of the chairs to the side of the four-poster bed.
Across the room, the chair that I’d woken up in was placed against the far wall—almost as if it was meant to be a constant reminder of what he could do to me again.
After that first night, I’d half expected more deviant actions from my husband.
I considered my options.
One. I could try waiting for food delivery again—see who entered the room to drop it off. That had failed, but if I just stopped drinking the water they provided for a short time, then I wouldn’t need to use the restroom.
Two. I could go on a hunger strike. Gaven obviously wanted something from me and starving myself would anger him enough to make an appearance.
Or … three … I could give him a show.
My head turned as I glanced at the bed. I couldn’t say that number three was something I would mind doing. I’d love nothing more than to torture Gaven as much as he’d tortured me. Even if Gaven wasn’t the one constantly on watch—whoever was in charge of the cameras would inform him of my actions.
Breaking his rules would send him running my way, and considering that all of his rules were about asking for permission—I had a feeling that making myself come without his permission would anger him.
My body heated at the thought.
I’d been on my best behavior since Gaven had left. Perhaps it was time to flip the script. Standing abruptly, I strode over to the bed and crawled onto it.
Don’t think of whoever could be on the other side of those cameras, I told myself. Just close your eyes and do it.
My chest heaved up and down as I worked up the courage. Opening my eyes, I looked up—straight at the camera pointed directly at me. Without hesitation, I spread my legs as far as I could and leaned back against the headboard.
Slowly, I pressed my palm between my tits and moved downward, over my belly and towards my mound. My skin tingled as I pictured that it wasn’t one of his men—but Gaven himself—on the other side. How long would it take him before he barged in here? Would I manage to come before he did?
I wanted to see.
My fingers reached my pussy and I found myself already wet.
Just the thought of Gaven made me this way.
Closing my eyes, I tilted my hips up further as I started rubbing myself.
Up and down, gently and then firmer—with more pressure.
My fingers slicked over my entrance easily, picking up my wetness as I gathered it and then pulled them up to the top of my pussy.
Using my own juices, I rubbed circles around my clit, circling the little nub until a groan escaped my lips. My head moved back against the headboard as heat stole over my skin. I felt flushed as I toyed with myself. Hungry. I needed to be filled with something.
My free hand moved to my breasts. They hung heavy on my chest, my nipples already pebbled into tiny little beads. I pinched one, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger. Electricity raced through me and I cried out, arching against my own hands. My thighs trembled as I worked my clit harder.
Wetness gushed from my cunt, soaking the bare mattress. It’d be uncomfortable to sleep in a pool of my own juices—but if it pained Gaven to watch me masturbate then it was worth it.
I opened my mouth and let the sounds coming from my throat free.
Moans poured from me as I worked myself into a frenzy.
My stomach muscles cramped and tightened as I drove myself higher and higher.
I pinched my nipples harder, pulling and plucking them away from my chest until they were dark and rosy and sore.
I liked that soreness. It reminded me of the time Gaven had clamped my tits in the cheap, shitty motel I’d run to when I’d been eighteen and afraid of the wedding I was being forced into because of my father.
Gaven had found me and showed me just how he planned to punish me for defying him. Even now, the memory spurred my fingers faster. They flew over my clit, rubbing the nub in never-ending circles as my body undulated against the air and mattress. I could feel my pussy contracting—the greedy thing.
Gaven’s fingers had been so hard against my cunt as he’d thrust them into my core. I’d been frightened, confused by the sensations he was eliciting within me. I’d never known a man so harsh or cruel. He’d forced his way into my body, proving just how deeply he could own me.
Like the villain he was, Gaven had forced more than just his fingers into my virginal hole.
He’d fucked me, broken through, and fisted my cunt, stealing my innocence for himself.
I’d come like that too, driven to the brink of madness by him as he’d forced my body to heights I’d thought were only imaginary.
Even now, my pussy was growing swollen with anticipation. Too much so. I couldn’t take it anymore. My fingers left my nipples and moved down. I thrust two fingers into my cunt, their passage eased by the soaking wetness slipping from my own body, down the crack of my ass, and onto the mattress.
Whimpers rolled out from between my lips. I cried out as I felt myself nearing the edge of relief. So close…
Still, nothing from Gaven though. Tears pricked at my eyes. Was this not enough? What would it take if he didn’t come when I was so blatantly taunting him?
I was so absorbed in my own body and the feelings of pleasure coursing through me that when I next opened my eyes, I didn’t anticipate what I saw.
A dark shadow lingered at the end of the bed, hovering like a monster in the night.
I screamed in shock and jolted back against the headboard, slamming my spine into it as my hands fell away from my body.
Gaven’s icy blue gaze cut into me. “Oh, don’t stop on my account, Angel,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “You’ve gone this far—you might as well gain a little bit of pleasure before I punish you.”
My chest rose and fell with the shock of his sudden appearance. I’d planned it. I’d hoped for this, but now that he was here, I found myself trembling under his sharp glare. Swallowing roughly, I pushed down the fear and tilted my head up.
Hoping he didn’t see the shaking of my hands, I defiantly met his gaze and spread my legs once more. “What’s wrong, Master?” I asked, taunting him with the word. “Are you angry with me?”
Gaven’s eyes fell to the place between my legs as I rubbed my fingers over my pussy and then tweaked my clit. Heat burned through me. With him actually there in front of me, my arousal heightened. More juices leaked out of me and slid over my folds.
“More than you could possibly know, Angel,” Gaven replied.
Still, despite his words, he didn’t try to stop me as I touched myself further. He remained at the end of the bed, never stepping closer, nor turning away. He watched, enraptured by the movements of my body and hands as I teased myself and played over my cunt.
“You ignored me,” I said, my voice breathless as I slid two fingers back into my entrance. “I was bored.”
“Bored?” Gaven hummed in the back of his throat. “Bad things happen when you’re bored, it seems. You forget your place.”
“What is my place?” I asked, continuing the ministrations of my hands.
“To be a toy you put in the closet?” I forced a laugh as I craned my head back a bit and thrust my chest out.
His eyes snap to my tits. Good, just what I wanted.
“The toy wants to play with herself. So, why can’t she?
Her Master doesn’t seem all that interested anyway. ”
“Her Master is not done punishing her.” Gaven’s low growl sent tingles through my body.
I panted, thrusting my fingers into my hole as my orgasm threatened to overwhelm me. “Then perhaps he should get off his ass and get it over with,” I gritted out.
“Is that what you want, Angel?” Gaven asked. “You want me to punish you?”
“I want my freedom,” I said. “But since I can’t have that…” My fingers sped up, circling my clit as I fucked my own pussy. I added a third digit and stretched the three of them apart as I whimpered.
The room was quiet. The only sound that could be heard were the squelches of my fingers fucking my pussy and the low breaths and moans that escaped me.
Waiting was impossible. My orgasm was almost there.
I was on the edge, just one more little pinch of my clit would send me over the edge, and yet, still, Gaven hadn’t stopped me. He hadn’t even tried to.
“Are you really going to just watch?” The words were barely a whisper, practically a plea.
He arched a brow. There was something to be said for this scene between us—me, nude, fingering myself before him as he stood at the end of the bed, completely clothed.
The dark fabric of his suit cut against his frame, making him appear darker in the room than he would have been, had the light been on.
When I’d started this play, there had been light pouring in through the windows, but now—the sun had set and darkness had invaded.
“I’m giving you what you want, precious,” Gaven replied coolly. “I’m waiting for you to finish. I hope you make it good, too, love. Because it’ll be the last orgasm you have for quite a while.”
My hands slowed at those words and, finally, he moved. Gaven left the end of the bed and strode around to the side. “Oh no,” he said, reaching out and grabbing ahold of my wrist as he pushed my hands back between my legs. “Finish what you started.”
“I want you to do it,” I whimpered.
“No.”
I blinked at the denial, surprised. “No?”
“That’s right,” he said. “I won’t be helping you to defy me. If you want to come, then you’ll have to fuck your cunt yourself.”
Anger whipped through me. “You think I can’t make myself come without your help?” I pushed my fingers back into my pussy.
“I never said you couldn’t,” Gaven replied. “In fact, I’m sure you’re very close, aren’t you, my needy little girl?”
His filthy words poured into my ears, making me shiver as I stroked myself, moving faster than before. My throat grew raw with the harshness of my breaths, but I didn’t care. Sparks were already dancing against the inside of my flesh.
Gaven leaned over as his hand sank into my hair. He moved up from my neck, his fingers spanning outward before he gripped it suddenly tight and I cried out at the fire that it lit within me as pain rocketed through my skull.
“Go on now, Angel,” Gaven insisted. “Fuck your greedy little cunt and come all over the bed. I dare you.”
My teeth clinked against each other as I clenched all over, and my orgasm bloomed in my lower belly. My limbs shook as it crashed into me and a low moan spilled out. Wetness gushed out of my pussy and over my fingers as I finally slowed down and just let myself ride the tidal wave of pleasure.
My body coiled with the wash of ecstasy and the sensation of Gaven’s hand in my hair as he watched me come undone. The sweet release of it waned, and moments later, as my eyes opened and looked up to meet Gaven’s angry gaze, I realized just how dangerous the game I’d started was.
I’d teased and taunted a lion and now, he was pissed. And hungry.