Chapter 20Monroe
20
Monroe
M y mouth goes dry as the room illuminates, and Zane slowly walks toward me. He looks like a beast, and I feel like his prey, ready to be eaten up by his powerful jaws.
"Why were you exploring my house?" he asks, his eyes dark and his voice low. "What were you looking for?"
I try to smile, but I can't. "I was just curious," I say, but it sounds more like a whisper. "I didn't mean any harm."
He chuckles. "You'd have to be very curious to break into my special room, but then again, I've been here polishing things up, preparing them for you. I knew you'd eventually want to turn up the heat."
"Oh," I breathe, unsure of what else to say.
He comes up to me, grabbing my hips and pushing me back onto the bondage table. I gasp, my ass hitting the wooden surface.
"This is where the real fun begins," he says, his lips inches from mine. "I was wondering how long it would take for you to get up the courage to explore my house."
"You wanted me to come in here?" I ask.
"Of course," he replies, licking his lips. "I've been dreaming about having you tied up and helpless since the first day I met you. Normal sex is all fine and good, but the real fun begins when you let go and start trusting me."
This is the ultimate test for me, I realize. If I can trust him when I'm all tied up, then I can trust him enough to reveal what's on the flash drive. But I'm not sure I'm ready. It's a lot in a very short amount of time.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his eyes searching mine. "You look scared."
"I am scared," I whisper. "I'm scared that if I give you everything, you'll lose interest and toss me aside."
He chuckles. "Monroe, I'm not going to throw you away. I want to keep you, and you should know by now that I always get what I want. That includes you."
I shake my head. "I don't understand you, Zane. One minute you're a cold and ruthless Bratva boss, and the next minute, you're obsessed with me. I want to know the real you. I want to know who you actually are."
He stares into my eyes for a moment, and I can see the gears turning in his head. There's a lot he wants to say, and I think there's a part of him that wants to open up, but he doesn't. "I've already told you enough about my life," he mutters. "I can say more with my body than words could ever hope to express. If you want to know the real me, you're going to find out on that table behind you."
My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears, and I feel sweat beading on my forehead. This is a big decision, and I can't be sure of anything, but I know that the one thing that will bring us closer is allowing him to have his way with me on this table.
"Okay," I say, letting out a slow breath. "I trust you."
He grins. "Good girl."
He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth. The smell of gasoline is stronger now, and I know he's been doing something he shouldn't have.
"You've got gasoline all over you," I mutter as we break the kiss.
"Yes," he replies, kissing me again. "So what?"
"Did you do something?" I ask, my heart sinking.
He kisses my neck, and I melt, losing myself in the feeling. My fears are washed away by his touch, and I can't think straight anymore.
"I burned Maksim's business to the ground. I told you that I'd protect you from him. I will destroy everything he owns, and then nothing will ever threaten you."
"Is that how you intend to build trust?" I ask, even as my mind begins to melt. His hand slides down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my jeans and stroking my pussy.
"It's a start," he says.
His fingers slip inside me, and my toes curl. His thumb strokes my clit, and his lips move back up to mine, muffling my moans.
"I want you on the table, wrist and ankles bound. You are going to be helpless, but that's what makes it good for you," he explains as he removes his hand from my pants. "Undress, and I will show you a world you've never dreamed could exist."
I nod, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I'm scared, but excited, and there's a part of me that craves this kind of excitement. The danger is intoxicating, and Zane is the only person who could show me what it's like to have a real connection with another human being.
I strip off my clothes, dropping them onto the floor. The cool air against my bare skin makes me shiver.
"Get on the table and lay on your back," Zane orders.
I climb onto the table, laying back and closing my eyes. I feel him binding my wrists and ankles with the leather straps attached to each corner of the table, pulling them tight so I can't get loose.
"Open your eyes," he says.
I do, and he's standing over me, staring down. His face is illuminated by the red light, his eyes burning that same red hue. "This is your chance to back out," he says. "If you want to leave, now is the time."
I swallow, my throat so dry it feels like a desert. "I want this," I whisper, barely able to form the words.
"Good girl," he says, stroking my cheek. "Now, it's time to play."
I'm scared, and I don't know what to expect, but I know that he'll take care of me. I have no choice at this point but to trust him with my body. The rest is up to him.
Zane runs his fingers over my naked body as he walks down the length of me, examining me like a product he's about to consume. I'm grateful that he's already seen me naked, or this would be a lot more stressful.
"You're a work of art, darling," Zane says, rubbing my thigh. His hand is warm, and it soothes the goosebumps on my skin.
"Thank you," I murmur, a blush creeping up my cheeks.
He leaves for a moment, coming back with a riding crop. My heart rate increases again as he slides the leather end down the center of my chest and stomach, stopping just above my clit. He taps my pussy lightly, teasing me with it.
"Are you ready for your first punishment?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply, swallowing my fear. "I've been really bad."
"You have," he agrees, slapping the crop against my inner thigh.
I yelp, squirming against the bindings.
He rubs the area with his palm, soothing the pain. "Your skin is so soft," he says, his eyes glued to my thighs. "And your mound is so sweet. I'm going to enjoy eating it, but not before I've taught you a lesson."
I bite my lip, the anticipation building. He stands there for a moment, and with each second that passes, my head becomes lighter and the muscles in my body tighten further. The anticipation is too much.
Zane slaps the crop against my clit suddenly, sending an electric shockwave through my body. "That's for snooping," he growls. He slaps the crop against my nipples, and they stiffen. "And that's for lying about it."
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"Not yet, but you will be," he replies. "I'm going to break you today, Monroe. You will never be the same after this."
I believe him, but I also believe that I'm already broken. All he can do is step on the shattered glass and turn what's left of my soul into dust.
I'm expecting another sharp sting from the crop, but instead, Zane's fingers slide up my thigh and being exploring my pussy. He runs his fingers through my wetness, spreading it around and humming to himself. "You're very wet. I didn't realize how much of a whore for pain you were."
I whimper because it feels so good, but he denies me the pleasure of any sort of relief. He switches back to the crop, slapping just above my pussy as he plays with my clit.
Back and forth he goes, until the lines between pain and pleasure blur, and my body begins to associate the sting of the leather with his masterful touch. He seems to read my mind, or what's left of it, and switches entirely to the crop, tapping my clit with it until I can barely breathe.
I've never felt something like this. It's as though all the blood in my body is simultaneously pulsating in my pussy and my head, giving me a rush like no other while the rest of my body is starved of sensation.
I can't feel my hands and feet, but it isn't because of the straps. They're not so tight, but my brain can only process so much at once, and the maddening tap of the crop against my clit eclipses everything else.
I moan, my legs trembling, but there's nothing else I can do. I'm powerless and trapped, forced to endure the most mind-numbing pleasure of my life. Zane keeps tapping the crop against my clit, making it harder and harder as I lose control.
When I climax, I squirt. I've never done that before, but I can't contain it. My muscles contract, and my back arches, and I let loose. Something inside of me finally opens up, and the rush of pleasure is so powerful that I'm blinded by it.
It feels like my entire body is floating, and I don't even care that Zane is watching. It's too good, and I'm too lost. I don't care about anything right now except riding the high.
I open my eyes and see Zane grinning. "Did you like that?" he asks, stroking my pussy gently with the end of the riding crop.
"Yes," I answer between labored breaths.
"Good. Because it's only the beginning. Tonight, I'm going to have you do things that would make a porn star blush. I'm going to ruin you once and for all. The innocence was a cute look for you, but now you're going to be my whore." He smirks, dropping the crop on the floor. "But maybe you'd like to rehydrate first."