Chapter 11 Angel #2
I speak through gritted teeth. “I’m not a fucking whore…” Despite the harsh denial on my tongue, the filthy words leaving his mouth had an effect on me. My stomach was on fire, burning with hunger. My pussy was pulsating with need. My clit practically throbbed with the desire to be touched.
Gaven wasn’t put off by my rebuttal. In fact, he didn’t even grace it with a response as his finger slid right back into my asshole and I clenched around him all over again. This time, though, he didn’t spank me. Instead, he merely withdrew and added another finger.
I cried out and arched up. “Stop!” I begged. “Please, it feels wrong!”
“Every time you try to push me out of your ass, I’m going to put another finger in, Angel,” Gaven replied. “So, I suggest that you relax, or else, you’ll have my whole fist pounding your asshole in a few minutes.”
I cursed at him. I begged. I pleaded, but I knew … deep down, he meant every single word. So, finally, after several minutes of silence from him and begging from me and three thick, solid fingers pushing into my asshole, I stopped trying.
I forced my ass to relax and breathed through my nose as he shoved them inside. Back and forth, they fucked into my darkest hole—my filthiest part. Tears touched my lashes, but I quickly rubbed them away.
“There we go, good girl. Just take your punishment and it’ll be over soon.
” Gaven’s words of praise made my head cloud over, but that slight pleasure was marred by the fingers that invaded my asshole.
I squeezed my eyes shut and just counted down from one hundred.
Soon, though, they weren’t as uncomfortable, and in fact, as my asshole relaxed and loosened for him, I found myself arching against the thrusts of his hands.
My lips parted as I panted. When he withdrew them, I almost moaned in sorrow. Just what was he turning me into? I didn’t dare move or think he was done with me. It was clear Gaven had something planned and there was only one way to find out.
He left the bed and returned a short while later. The sound of a bottle popping open was followed by the squirt of something liquid. I jumped as cool wetness touched my asshole. A small little nozzle was pressed against my hole and I gasped as that same cold liquid flooded my backside.
Gaven’s hand fell back onto my lower back, urging me silently to remain still as he filled me. “Shhhh,” he whispered. “It’s just to get you ready for your plug.”
“Plug?” I tried to look back, but it was hard to see anything as he kept his hands low.
“When I pull it out, I want you to clench and try to keep as much of the lube in as you can,” he ordered.
I gritted my teeth, but knowing him—if I resisted, then it would only cause me pain, and not the fun kind.
So, when he pulled the lube free, I did as he commanded and clenched down, squeezing against the weird liquid sloshing against my insides.
Some of it still leaked out, I could feel it smearing against the inside of my asscheeks.
Gaven left once more, long enough this time that I found myself leaning forward into the mattress as my head bowed again. When he returned, I didn’t even have the energy to prop myself back up. I just left my ass up and waited for him. He would do what he wanted regardless.
Cold metal touched my backside. I blinked, my eyes sliding open as I turned my head. “What is that?” I demanded.
“Your final punishment,” he said. “Now, open for it.”
I winced, but did as he ordered and let myself ease my clenched asshole. The strange metal was smooth but wide. It burned as it entered—stretching my hole around the widest part. “Master!” I arched back, a sob escaping.
“I know, sweetheart,” Gaven said, gently stroking my ass. It was quickly growing sore, but that soreness was shifting into something memorable. Later tonight, when I fell asleep, I’d do so with the reminder of what we did today. “Almost there…”
“It hurts…”
“It’s a punishment, Angel,” Gaven said calmly.
I hated that response. I clenched my teeth and on the next push, the metal plug was pushed all the way in and my asshole closed around a small dip. I sighed as relief moved through me.
That relief, however, was short-lived. A hard, metal rod protruded from my ass, connected to the base of the plug, and it pressed against the inside of my cheeks.
Gaven reached up and twisted it, causing the plug inside to expand and open.
I screamed, jolting forward against the mattress as if I could run from the thing in my ass, but it was too late.
Gaven grabbed a hold of my hips and dragged me backwards.
Then with fast movements, he finished twisting the bulb and my asshole contracted as it expanded inside.
It didn’t hurt, per se, but it was a shocking sensation.
My insides were clamped down on the thing inside of me.
It burned. It ached. It made me feel impossibly full.
“There, there, shhhh.” I didn’t realize I was crying until Gaven’s voice reached my ears. “You did so well, love. So fucking well. You took the pear with grace.”
Pear? Was that what this thing was? What the fuck kind of pear went inside a person’s asshole? Gaven didn’t explain and I was too focused on the strangeness of it inside of me and the pressure I felt against my belly to ask.
He must have sensed my quickly deteriorating mind because Gaven gently pulled me off of the bed and lifted me into his arms. I’d stopped expecting kind treatment from the man who had me locked up—the same one that I’d been forced to marry five years ago—but at this moment, he acted as if he wanted to prove me wrong.
Striding across the room, Gaven took a seat and cradled me in his arms as he stroked my face and hair.
I felt like a child in his arms, small and fragile.
Yet, there was no denying the inherently sexual spark between us.
His cock had been tucked back into his pants, but it still rested—rock hard—against my side as he held me on his lap.
His fingers moved through my hair, pushing the strands back and away from my face as my pussy leaked and my ass throbbed. I was impossibly aware of the foreign object inside of me and after several minutes, I finally felt strong enough to lift my gaze to his.
Crystal clear blue eyes found mine. His face was etched with hunger, a greed so deep that I was shocked he hadn’t yet pressed me back to my knees and taken my throat in the same manner as he had before.
Instead, he was forcing himself to hold me, to care for me through the shock of what he’d done. Why?
Why now was he showing me consideration?
It wasn’t fair. Did he know that? Was it all part of his plan or was this the real Gaven?
My heart thudded rapidly against the inside of my ribcage, a violent and needy creature.
I bit down on my lip. Hard. My insides trembled and my mind was a riot of confusion.
If Gaven truly cared for me beyond that of what I could bring him as a princess of the Price Syndicate …
then it made the place we now found ourselves both tragic and beautiful.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked.
I blinked at him, his question detangling my feelings better than any other antidote could have.
I sucked in a breath and offered him a bland glare.
Better? No, I did not feel better. I had a strange plug in my ass that was stretching me to the limit and building up a constant uncomfortable pressure.
His thumb came up and brushed away the wetness of tears from my cheek.
“I know you’re new to these things, love, but I promise, everything I do is to help you understand your role.”
“My role…” I repeated his words as his hand descended from my face. Gaven’s fingers touched my throat and I arched my head back, keeping my eyes locked on him. His face was focused, his lips twisted with the curve of pleasure and victory. Was that I was to him?
It was clear he was pleased by his actions.
His hand moved down more, trailing from my throat to my breasts.
He pinched one nipple and twisted it until I gasped and shoved it further into his palm.
Between my legs, fresh wetness slid down the crack of my ass, towards the base of the plug. I squirmed in his lap.
He released my nipple and followed my abdomen until his fingers pressed between my legs.
“Yes,” he said as I quickly grew distracted by the thumb he slid over my clit. “As a submissive, it’s your role to please your Dom.”
“And…” I breathed. “It pleases you to hurt me?”
His eyes caught on mine and he arched a brow. “You like everything I do to you, Angel,” he replied.
“I told you no,” I protested. “I told you to stop.”
“Normally, I’d allow you the use of a safe word,” Gaven replied. “We discussed it previously—do you remember?”
I stiffened at his reminder, but I did, in fact, remember. It’d been the night of our wedding—when he’d explained what safe words were and how they would be beneficial to us. We’d never gotten to the point, though, of using one.
“Now, though, I don’t want you using such a thing to escape from your punishments.”
“What if I really get scared?” I asked. “What if I think you’re going to kill me?”
Gaven’s thumb paused over my clit and his eyes darkened. His brow creased and he leaned forward, hovering over me as he glared down at me. His hand left my pussy and shot up to my throat, circling and squeezing.
“If I wanted to kill you, Angel,” he said, his words distinct and cold, “I could do it at any point and there would be nothing to stop me. No action or word could keep me from ending your life.”
His fingers pressed into the side of my throat, clamping down tight—not cutting off my airflow, but making me dizzy nonetheless. A beat passed and then another and another. Finally, his grip eased and I felt my clouded mind clear the slightest bit.
“Red,” he said. Confused, I stared at him, waiting for an elaboration. It took a moment to get one. “That can be your safe word.”
“Red?” I repeated.
His hands curved under my body and lifted me from his lap as he stood. I swayed into his chest, my arms wrapping around his neck.
“We’re not a true Dom and submissive,” Gaven said.
“There’s trust in that relationship—I don’t trust you.
” My heart slammed into my ribcage and I dipped my head.
Of course, he didn’t trust me. He had no reason to.
I closed my eyes at those words, though, surprised by myself and how much they actually fucking hurt.
“But I’m not a complete monster,” he continued.
“And if anything—I respect the unspoken contract, so you’re right.
From now on, you will have a safe word. You may use the word ‘red’ whenever you truly feel as if it’s something you cannot handle. ”
“What if I say it and you don’t stop?” I asked as he strode across the room and stopped at the side of the bed.
His blue eyes touched mine again as he eased me down and laid me on the mattress. My body compressed into the surface and I retracted my hands from his neck. “Go to sleep, Angel,” Gaven finally said after what felt like forever.
He moved back, stepping away from the bed.
“I thought you were going to let me come?” Was it over now? I didn’t understand.
“I did,” he replied. “I allowed you to come while I watched. That was your reward for being so brave.”
I sat up, but my fingers curled into fists. “What about you?” I asked, gesturing to where his cock still tented his pants.
“I’m always in control, Angel,” Gaven replied. “Even of myself.”
Before I could ask what the hell he meant by that—if that was an answer to my earlier question or a warning—he turned and left the room.
My insides coiled and immediately retracted at the pressure against my ass and lower stomach.
I jumped at the sensation. He’d left me, and he’d left the reminder of him behind—stretching my dark hole open, a constant sign of what was likely to come in the future.
Gaven claimed not to be a monster, but what else could he be but a cruel beast hell-bent on tearing me apart from the inside out to make me regret my actions?
Well, I wouldn’t, I thought to myself. I regretted nothing. Not running. Not saving him. Not anything I’d done to survive while I’d been gone either.
I’d done it all and I hadn’t broken from it.
From the shattered pieces of my life, I’d picked myself up and I’d fought on.
I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t without my intellect. And whether Gaven realized it or not, he wasn’t completely in control. Not always. The second it slipped, I’d be there and I’d find my path to freedom. I’d done it before, and I could do it again.