Chapter 30
My punishment was pure torture. For a whole week, Nash deprivedme of orgasms. It would have been bad enough if he refused to touch me like he’d done before, but no.
Every day, he would spend hours bringing me to the brink of anorgasm, only to deprive me of it. He forbade me to come, telling me that if I did, he would extend my punishment.
I was already climbing the walls with desperation, so as hard as itwas to stop myself from coming, I somehow managed it, refusing to let my punishment go on for longer than necessary.
The days hadn’t been all fun and games though. When we arrivedhome, I locked myself away and cried my eyes out. Cried for the girl who had been betrayed by her childhood sweetheart. Cried for the woman who tried so hard to keep herself afloat when her world was crumbling down around her. Cried because I just needed to get all the hurt and heartache out of my system.
Nash held me all night, letting me do what I needed to do, and when Imanaged to compose myself to replay the events of the day, I had a ton of questions. He granted me one night to ask anything I wanted, and then told me I was to never speak of Liam again.
I was only too happy to agree to his order, I didn’t want to wasteanother minute thinking about Liam.
There were a couple of things that didn’t make sense in my head, thefirst being the video Nash showed me back at the hotel in Portland.
When he first showed me the video, I thought Nash had Liamlocked up at that very moment, but Nash set the record straight. He explained that the same day Liam made his choice to take the five million, he put Liam on a private plane destined for England.
The video was simply a recording of his meeting with Liam, but Nashhad wanted to make me believe Liam was locked up, when really he was alive and well, and spending his money in England.
I didn’t know whether to be amazed or horrified at the lengths Nashwas capable of going to in order to get what he wanted.
I’d also asked why he’d agreed to pay Liam the fifteen million dollarsand had taken Liam’s word that this time, he’d stay away when he hadn’t been able to the first time.
That was when Nash filled me in that the check was fake, and whenFox had taken Liam to the bank to cash it, he’d been swiftly arrested for trying to steal the money from Nash’s account.
The next day, I was contacted by a detective from Oregon, asking if Iwanted to make a statement about all the frauds Liam had committed against me, telling me that they’d received evidence to prove that Liam had faked my signature.
I didn’t need to think about it. Later that afternoon, I was in the policestation making my statement with Nash by my side, and I didn’t feel the least bit guilty knowing that Liam was going to go to prison for a long time.
It was the least he deserved for what he had put me through, allbecause of his greed.
A week to the day after finding out the truth, I was busy in mystudio, trying to concentrate on my next outfit for Dominique’s show, and ignoring the overwhelming throb in my pussy.
Nash had headed off to work after eating my pussy twice, both timesdepriving me of coming. I was certain I was at breaking point, and I seriously debated about taking the extended punishment, just so I could relieve myself of the desperation coursing through my body.
Sighing, I pulled the material I was sewing out from underneath theneedle. For the third time in a row, the line I’d stitched was wonky, and I was going to have to redo it. My concentration was lacking because all I could think about was how desperately I wanted Nash to let me climax.
Standing from the chair, I turned, intending to get some new materialwhen I froze at seeing Nash leaning against the doorframe watching me.
I had no idea how long he’d been there.
“You’re home early,” I said, swallowing the nerves building in mythroat from the intense heat in his silvery-gray eyes.
His lips twitched into a small smile. “The deal with the casino inSingapore collapsed. I decided to take the afternoon off.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, still rooted to the spot.
Nash straightened, but he didn’t take a step further into the room.“Fox and I pulled out; the deal wasn’t right. We’ll find something else,” he said, shrugging.
We stared at each other for a few seconds, the air around uscharging with tension before Nash crooked his finger. “Come here, sweetheart.”
Dropping the ruined material on the table, I obeyed his command,crossing the room to stand before him. Gently, he grabbed my chin between his thumb and finger, holding me still.
“Are you ready for your punishment to end?”
A thrill of excitement shot through me, my core clenching inanticipation.
“Yes,” I replied in a breathy whisper.
The smile on his face grew into a cocky smirk. “I thought so. Comewith me.”
He dropped my chin and walked away. I didn’t hesitate to follow, morethan done with being tortured, even if a little part of me knew the worst was yet to come.
I didn’t care as long as Nash put me out of my misery.
I followed him through the house, admiring his ass in his tight pants.Despite now knowing the truth about how Nash had manipulated situations to get me where he wanted me, I couldn’t deny how I felt for him.
I loved him with every little part of me.
Sure, to an outsider looking in, he could be taken for a controlling,manipulative asshole who had stalked me, and I wasn’t denying that he was all these things.
But he was my controlling, manipulative asshole, and I wouldn’t havechanged him for the world.
When I ran to Liam, I regretted it. I was acting in shock as opposed torational thought, and when Nash kicked the door down and strolled into the motel room like he owned the place, a sense of relief and gratitude swamped me.
Yes, it was followed by heartache, betrayal, and anger, but it wasn’t atNash. It was at Liam. Liam ruined us because of his greed. But I meant what I said to Nash. In a weird way, I was glad Liam had ruined our relationship, because it meant I got to fall in love with Nash, and what we had was a million times stronger than what Liam and I ever had.
Nash opened the bedroom door and waved a hand for me to go in. Idid as instructed, and he followed, closing the door behind us with an ominous thud.
I turned to face him, and his heated eyes raked over my body as heloosened his tie.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded, his tone stern.
I held his eye as I lifted my shirt over my head before tossing it on thefloor. When I reached around to unclasp my bra and pull it off, Nash’s gaze fell to my taut nipples.
Slowly, I lowered my leggings and panties, shimmying out of themand kicking them away to leave me standing bare before Nash.
An appreciative grumble left his throat as his tongue came out to wethis lips. I hoped like mad his tongue was going to bring me the reprieval I so badly needed.
“Now undress me,” Nash said, taking a step forward.
Again, I didn’t hesitate to obey. In fact, I hadn’t disobeyed him oncesince returning from the motel.
Swaying my hips seductively as I stepped towards him, I started byundoing his shirt, making sure to caress his tattooed skin with my fingers as the material came away.
By the time I reached his pants, his cock was already hard, pressingagainst the zipper, and begging to be released. Pulling both his pants and his boxer briefs down, Nash’s cock sprang free, the slit glistening with pre-come.
It was my turn to lick my lips, but before I could beg Nash to let metaste him, he gave me my next command.
“On the bed. Lay on your back, and spread your legs as wide as youcan.”
Exhilaration shot through me. I never thought I’d enjoy being orderedaround, but Nash had a way of making me crave it.
I did as I was told, climbing on the bed, and trying to hide my smirk atNash’s breath catching when I was on all fours, showing him my bare pussy and ass.
Turning around to see him, I laid down on my back, and parted mylegs, exposing my most intimate part to him. His eyes darkened as he prowled toward me, taking his time to climb on the bed and hover over me.
I gasped when one of his hands came up and wrapped aroundmy neck.
“Are you going to be a good girl and do as you’re told, my sweetSavannah?” Nash said, his voice low and full of wicked intent.
“Yes,” I croaked. He wasn’t gripping my throat hard, just hard enoughto let me know he was in control.
He was always in control.
“Good. Because if you want your punishment to end, here’s what’sgoing to happen.” He lowered his face so he was an inch away from mine, his hot breath whispering against my lips as he spoke. “I’m going to let you come, but not until I’ve eaten your delicious pussy, and then I’m going to fuck your ass.”
My eyes widened as fear sprung to life, but Nash ignoredthe panic bubbling up inside me. “And you’re going to be quiet, Savannah. You’re not going to make a single sound from now until I decide you can come. If you do, if I hear even the slightest sound from you, I won’t let you come for another week. Do you understand?”
He was setting me up to fail. How could I possibly let him do thosethings to me without making a sound?
But I wasn’t going to give in easily.
I opened my mouth to reply but quickly shut it, realizing that if I spoke,I’d fail before he went anywhere near my pussy. Instead, I nodded my head, letting him know I understood.
A cocky smirk crossed his lips before he removed his hand.Lowering himself, he buried his head in the crook of my neck and started planting little kisses down my throat, along my shoulder, and onto my chest.
Shifting his weight, Nash moved down my body until his mouthwrapped around one of my nipples. He flicked it with his tongue before his teeth clamped down around it.
It took everything in me to not cry out.
I was going to die. There was no way I was going to get through thiswithout screaming, and then I was going to suffer even more.
The certainty that I was going to fail grew stronger when Nashmoved to my other breast and bit down on that nipple too, making my body buck off the bed.
Somehow though, I managed to stop the groan from leaving mebefore it was too late.
Nash chuckled like the evil bastard he was.
“I’m going to enjoy every second of watching you squirm,sweetheart,” he said, looking up at me from where he’d moved to between my legs. “I want you to remember this moment, and if you ever think of running from me again, I won’t be so lenient next time with your punishment.”
Without a further word, he shoved his face into my pussy, swiping upmy juices with his tongue. I bit my cheek to stop the moan of pleasure from leaving me, sure I’d just drawn blood.
Nash flicked his tongue against my clit before sucking it between hislips, and a bolt of pleasure and pain shot through me. But when I didn’t cry out like I suspected Nash wanted me to, he roughly plunged two fingers into my core, curling them so they hit that sweet spot inside.
I flung my arm up to cover my mouth, biting down on the soft flesh ofmy forearm as Nash alternated between thrusting his fingers and lashing my clit with his tongue.
I focused intently on trying not to make a sound, but it was damn nearimpossible, and it only became harder when Nash moved his finger from my pussy, trailing it down to my ass, where he circled the tight hole with my juices.
Pressure built in my ass as he pressed his thumb in, andthe need to cry out became overwhelming. I was wrong. Being denied orgasms this past week was a walk in the park compared to this torment.
I’ll never know how I managed it, but as Nash started moving histhumb in and out of my ass, all the while hitting my clit with his tongue, I somehow managed to keep quiet.
“I think you can take a little more, sweetheart,” Nash growled, sitting up and removing his thumb.
I watched, wide-eyed as he got off the bed, his erection standingproud as he grabbed two items from the dresser. I hadn’t noticed them when we came into the room, but as Nash brought them back over to the bed, panic, excitement, and fear rushed through me.
“Now don’t forget, Savannah,” Nash murmured, his eyes alight withmirth. “Don’t make a sound until I tell you to or I won’t let you come for another week, and believe me when I say this week was nothing compared to what I will do to you.”
I believed him too. Nash knew exactly how to punish me, and I didn’tthink I could hack another week of his games. So no matter what, no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t let myself utter a single sound.
Dropping the lube on the bed, Nash moved back in between my legs,the toy gripped firmly in his hand. It was the toy he’d used on me at the pre-launch party, and as he pushed the large, bulbous end inside me, I squeezed my eyes closed and prayed for the strength to get through this.
Nash chuckled again, and when I opened my eyes, it was to find himgrinning down at me, amusement etched all over his face. Gently, he maneuvered the toy so the other end was resting against my clit. Thankfully, he hadn’t switched it on.
Yet.
“Fucking beautiful,” Nash said as he sat back on his heels, gazingdown in awe at my exposed pussy, stuffed with the toy. For a few tense seconds he didn’t move, he just stared at me, entranced as his eyes burned fiercely.
Snapping out of his daze, Nash grabbed the lube before coating hiscock in it. Pouring some on his fingers, he ran the liquid over my ass. The coolness of the lube made my breath hitch in my throat, and it was only released in a gasp when Nash inserted two fingers into my tight hole.
I could feel him stretching me, and pain shot through my entire body,but it wasn’t a pain I’d experienced before. It was tinged with pleasure, and even though part of me wanted to push him out, another part of me wanted more.
Nash removed his fingers and shifted on the bed, pulling my legs upso my thighs were resting over his, and my lower back was off the bed. Lining his cock up against my ass, I held my breath and waited for the painful burn I knew was going to come.
Except, when the burn came as Nash pressed into me, itwasn’t like the time with Liam. Then, it had hurt so much that I couldn’t take it, and Liam never got all the way in.
But with the way Nash was delicately inching in, giving me time to adjustto the strange sensation, my body relaxed as if it knew exactly what it needed to do to accommodate him.
I clamped my eyes closed and fisted the bedsheets, trying to take myfrustration to scream out on the bedding. My entire body clenched until the point every single muscle ached, but Nash carried on pushing in, stretching me, until finally, he was all the way in.
I’d never felt so full in all my life.
“Open your eyes,” Nash ordered, only his voice was soft and filledwith affection.
My eyes fluttered open, my gaze falling down my body to where wewere joined, and the sight took my breath away.
“You’re so damn perfect, sweetheart,” Nash said, pulling out afew inches before pressing back in again. It was an odd feeling, not unpleasant, but not comfortable.
“The minute I saw you, Savannah, I knew you would be mine,” hesaid, again slowly pulling out, this time almost all the way, before thrusting back in a little harder. A wince crawled up my throat, but I pressed my lips together, refusing to let it out. “I knew I would have you in every way possible. And I knew you would be mine until the day I die.”
His voice was choked as if it was taking all his strength to not letloose and fuck my ass as hard as he could. But this was Nash, the man who was always in control of everything, including himself.
As he pulled out and thrust back in again, one of his hands movedfrom where it was holding my hips, and the next second, the toy in my pussy started pulsating, along with the end resting on my clit which started vibrating.
My eyes bulged as a familiar intense pressure hit my core. WhenNash eventually decided to let me come, I knew I was going to squirt.
When the vibrations grew stronger, I didn’t think I had the ability tostop myself from screaming and stop myself from coming at the same time. Thankfully, Nash took pity on me.
As his thrusting grew faster, and his grip on my hips became firmer,his eyes moved from where he was thrusting into me to meet mine.
“Scream for me, Savannah,” he demanded. “Scream and come forme.”
That was all I needed. The moans, groans, and screams I’d beenholding back flooded out of me as I let everything out. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and my voice became raw as I screamed, and screamed, letting all the hurt, anguish, pain, and frustration from the past week out.
As Nash thrust into my ass one more time, a climax so violent that Iwas pretty sure I momentarily blacked out hit me, and I was certain my soul left my body.
Wave after wave of my orgasm rolled through me, consuming me tothe point where I barely acknowledged Nash grunt, followed by a warm sensation in my ass.
My soul still hadn’t returned when Nash removed the toy,before collapsing down next to me and pulling me into his arms.
I didn’t know how long it took for me to come down from my high, butit must have been a while as the outside sun had started to fade. I lay wrapped in Nash’s arms, my body aching deliciously, and I sighed in contentment.
“How are the designs coming along?” Nash said, kissing the top ofmy head. “Will they be done in time for Paris?”
I smiled as I wiggled closer into his side. Nash always asked how mydesigns were coming along, taking the time to listen to my ideas and look over my sketches. It was a stark contrast to Liam who’d always made it clear he had no interest in the clothes I was designing.
“They’re coming along fine, as long as I don’t make too many cockups, I should be good for Paris. Will you be coming to the show?”
He kissed the top of my head again. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”
My heart swelled with love as the warm feeling I only ever had forNash flowed through my body. “I’m proud of me too.”
We were quiet for a few minutes as I lay wrapped in his arms. Istarted going over my designs in my head, making sure they were going to be perfect for the show, but as I thought about them, Dominique popped into my mind, and the curiosity around how she and Nash met reared to life.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” I said propping up on Nash’s chestto look at him.
“Of course.”
“How did you and Dominique meet? She said you helped her out of asituation,” I said, trying to not sound like a jealous wife.
Nash saw through me though. “Are you asking if I’ve fucked her,sweetheart?”
I chuckled. “Yes.”
“No, I haven’t fucked her. I’m not her type,” he replied cryptically.
“You’re not her type, as in she’s into women?” I said, surprised.
“She might be into women, but no. Let’s just say that she and I wouldend up fighting over who would be the dominant.”
My brows almost disappeared into my hairline. “You mean she’s adominant?”
“I think madame is the correct word,” Nash said, stroking a handdown my back. “And honestly, I don’t know. You should ask Fox though, he’ll tell you. Although I don’t think he’s quite gotten over the experience yet, it took him a whole week before he could sit down again.”
I burst out laughing. “What did she do, fuck his ass?”
“I think it was more to do with whips and floggers,” Nash said, joiningin when I started laughing harder.
Suddenly, Nash grabbed my hips and rolled me on top so I wasstraddling him. “Enough talking about all this spanking. It’s making my palm twitchy, and there’s a very good target right here that I would love to spank,” he said, grabbing a chunk of my ass.
I lowered my head down so our lips were inches apart. “I think I quitelike the idea of you spanking me, Mr. Carson. Want to extend my punishment for a little while longer?”
A devious smile pulled at Nash’s lips as he flipped me onto my backagain and hovered over me. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for.”
The End.