Chapter 21
twenty-one
I’ve waited the appropriate amount of time before pouncing.
But she refuses to sleep. Instead, she paces, wringing her delicate hands, breath hitching in her throat. Waiting. For me.
The man whose name she screamed when she came.
My pulse no longer pounds with rage. It’s slower now: deliberate, lethal. Almost…calm.
And ready to hunt her the fuck down.
Moonlight glimmers against the glass as I burst through her patio doors. She startles violently, pressing her back against the far wall.
“I knew you’d come,” she breathes out. One trembling hand lifts as if it could hold me off.
It can’t.
With each prowling step closer, I greedily inhale her exotic scent laced with fear. Tonight, I don’t tamp down my emotions—I let them roar through me, molten hot.
“If you knew,” I murmur darkly, “then you must also know what happens next, my Monarch.”
My fists slam into the wall on either side of her head. She jolts with a gasp. I bury my nose deep in the curve of her neck, relishing the perfume of her terror before growling low in her ear, “Where did he touch you?”
“I-I-I…” Her entire body trembles violently, words breaking apart in her throat.
My gloved hand wraps around her slender neck, lifting her onto her tiptoes as her nails dig into my forearms. “Answer me,” I snarl. “Where the fuck did he touch you?”
Her mouth opens in breathless shock, eyes growing glassy, her skin flushing deeper until I finally relax my grip. She slips down the wall, gasping as I guide her forcefully toward the bed and shove her onto it.
“Everything off. Show me the places he desecrated. Point to them.”
“Why?” Her voice is barely audible, quivering.
“Because I need to know exactly where to start when I fuck the memory of him out of you.”
She holds her breath as she removes her camisole, never looking away from my masked face. When she slips off her panties, exposing her lush curves, one finger hovers nervously over her clit, lingering between trembling thighs.
“So obedient,” I whisper harshly, stepping closer until my bulging erection fills her vision. “Where is your god now?”
Her eyes dip to my belt, gaze clinging to my cock as it strains beneath the fabric. A small nod, a delicious surrender. “Yes,” I rasp. “Now you remember. But know this—I am a jealous god. Don’t ever forget that.”
I move swiftly to her dresser, lighting one of her candles. She whimpers, “What— What are you doing?”
“Setting the mood, beautiful.” My voice drips with menace. “Now lie back.”
When she obeys, a twisted sense of pride explodes inside my chest. Swiftly, I slip off my belt and leap onto the bed. She fights briefly—adorably—but I bind her wrists above her head, exactly as she’d done to him.
“As much as I want to reward you for calling out my name when you came,” I say coldly, “I can’t risk discovery.”
I grab her soaked panties, forcing the taste of her betrayal into her mouth.
Searching her drawers, I find a pair of pantyhose to secure the gag with.
She protests with a few mumbled grunts, but they’re weak.
Tears spring to her eyes as I tie her ankles to the footboard.
Now she’s beautifully spread, helpless and ready.
“He touched your pussy. With his tongue?”
She nods once, eyes squeezed shut.
“Did he suck these gorgeous nipples?”
She shakes her head quickly.
“Did he kiss you?”
Slowly, painfully, she nods—shame deepening the flush of her cheeks.
“Then you enjoyed it,” I hiss. “You must love playing games, Olivia. But this one? This one you cannot win.”
I lift the candle above her mound, her muffled pushback thrilling me as she squirms. “Keep those legs open. Show me the map of his sins, so I can burn them off your body.”
Hot wax drips onto her sensitive flesh. She arches, her stifled cries echoing beautifully as it hardens. Her tears streak freely down her cheeks, and I savor each precious drop.
“You said he didn’t touch your nipples,” I taunt, straddling her waist, watching her quivering breasts. “So I will.”
Wax drips onto her peaked buds, and she growls beneath her gag like a trapped lioness of Delta. “Good girl,” I praise, delighting in her defiance.
Saliva dribbles out of the corners of her mouth as she narrows her eyes at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her panting breaths. Her curvy waist and soft breasts bounce seductively as she does.
“Who owns you, Olivia?”
A whimper of surrender.
“I didn’t hear you.”
She screams something muffled but undeniably mine.
Grasping her throat, I lean close. “Never fucking forget that.”
Dropping her back against the pillows, I slither down her body and lift the bottom of the fabric covering my mouth.
Once I reach her tit, I scrape off the wax with my teeth as she moans, then twists against the belt as I let my bite sink deeper into her skin.
I soothe the burn with a swath of my tongue, then pull it in to suck as she wails louder.
I do the motion to the other tit before sliding lower.
Using the same technique, I peel off the wax and spit it across the room before diving into her fragrant pussy. I can’t get enough. Her wetness coats my chin and jaw, and I use my gloves to plunge inside her, knowing they’re ribbed with grips for her pleasure…
She bounces off my face as much as she can, and I make her come easily, now that I’ve spent enough time getting to know exactly how she likes this. It’s second nature to me now. I know where her button is and what it does.
And I’m going to press it until she begs me to stop.
“That was one,” I murmur darkly. “Let’s see how many more I can wring from you before dawn.”
Her thighs try to close, but I slap them brutally apart. “Do that again and I’ll burn them open.”
Reaching into her drawer, I wave the dildo I left her mockingly. “I see you’ve been enjoying my gift… Because no one else satisfies?”
Her cheeks glisten as she watches me move across her room, then stand between her spread legs. It’s as if she thinks about closing them again but stops herself.
I prod her wet pussy lips apart with the end, then carefully, while watching her face, press it through her entrance.
She lets loose a stuttering sigh, and I fuck her with the toy.
Gently at first. Then, with force, until she squeals and squirms. Shifting, I settle my thighs under hers, my hard cock begging for release as I watch her buck whenever I thrust deeper.
I’m leaking from the tip and grip my dick with a tight squeeze to relieve some pressure. Leaning over her, I fuck her relentlessly with the dildo until she’s sobbing.
“Come again, my Monarch, and show me who you belong to. Who it is you worship.”
She’s spitting, growling, frustrated, but she does. Her body shakes and quivers for me as I thrust it in to the hilt, then release myself. My dick flops out and hits her mound, which sends her forward, but the belt snaps her back in place.
I untie the pantyhose and pull out her gag. “I want to hear you, but you better not make a noise to bring anyone in here, or I’ll fucking kill them. Do you understand?”
The answer parting her parched lips is a ragged whisper. “Yes.”
“How bad do you want this?” I tease, tapping my cock against her swollen clit.
“Please…Vanq,” she begs, and the softness of her voice almost makes me less irate… Almost.
“You want me and this toy?” I push deeper, taunting her with the motion.
She’s whimpering, writhing with a breath caught in the back of her throat. “Only you.”
I pause, watching anticipation and terror flicker over her flushed, tear-streaked face. Then inch the toy out, only to jab back inside.
“No. You haven’t earned me yet. Come all over this plastic until you remember exactly whose servant you are.”
“I can’t!” she cries.
“Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.” Using my thumb, I brush over her heated cheek. “Already crying? Brace yourself. Come again.”
Defiant, fire erupts behind her eyes. She climaxes violently, choking on her cries as I thrust my gloved fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself.
“Again, my Monarch,” I command. “Understand exactly who owns your body. Who owns you?”
“You do!” she sobs.
“Then prove it,” I snarl, softer this time. “Come for me again.”
Do I go on like this for hours? Yes.
I wait until my impatience becomes reverence. Every time she obeys me and does just as I command, I soften. She’s broken, spent. Panting and looking oh-so-tired.
When she shatters beneath me once more, whimpering from overstimulation, my restraint snaps. Her body slumps from utter exhaustion, but I hold her up by her hair so she’ll look at me. As her eyes roll back into her head, I sneak a glance outside. It’s nearing daybreak now. Sun rising steadily.
“You’ve earned a reward, my Monarch,” I rasp roughly, yanking her trembling, spent body up higher toward the head of the bed. Her wrists remain bound, her wide, glassy eyes dazed as I angle her face exactly how I want it.
“My cock in your throat.” Pinching her cheeks together, I force her tongue out and command. “Open.”
She parts her swollen lips obediently, saliva already coating her chin.
I unleash a string of spit inside. Before she can even swallow, I sit up and shove my cock in deep, forcing her head against the headboard with every punishing thrust. The quivering of her throat as she gags makes my spine tingle.
Fuck, it’s amazing, her reluctance. Her obedience.
Her servitude. My fingers twist in her long, dark hair, giving it a tug until she can look at me.
“Who controls your breathing?”
She murmurs around my girth.
“That’s right. And who do you belong to?”
Her eyes lock onto mine—half terrified, half worshipful—as I use her mouth exactly how I want. Exactly how she needs.
Exactly how she fears she deserves.
“Me.” Shoving in again, I hold myself until she panics and writhes against the belt before I draw back and allow her another breath. I do it again. And again. And again.
“Hopefully, I’ve bruised you badly enough, you’ll remember for days whose cock is the only one you suck.”
My balls clench with the need for release. Despite the pleasure of the sensation, I’m not looking at this as a way to get off. No.
This is her punishment.
“You’re going to swallow all of me,” I warn, feeling the brutal wave of my eruption building. “Every last drop, like the perfect, filthy whore you are.”
She nods as more tears of humiliation fall across her face.
With a hushed grunt, I shove toward her gag reflex and spurt everything I have inside her, leaving her no choice but to swallow it all. My spit. My cum. My soul.
Slowly, I pull out, savoring the wet, ruined mess I’ve made of her beautiful, used lips. She gasps for breath, coughing and sputtering, the evidence of my claim glistening down her chin. Strands of her rich brown locks cover her face. This time, I leave them.
I prefer her like this. She’s disheveled and broken, but utterly mine.
The distance collapses as her chin lifts beneath my touch. Close enough to taste the hesitation in her shaky breaths. Her eyes, glassy and rimmed red, can’t quite meet my face. Her expression is filled with exhaustion, and something deeper. Something she hates herself for feeling.
“Consider yourself blessed, my Monarch,” I whisper, tone a brutal contrast to my thumb tracing her lower lip, smearing my cum and her spit across her bruised skin. “Not every god takes the time to discipline his disobedient followers personally.”
Standing, I swiftly tuck myself away, adjusting my mask back into place. She writhes pathetically against the restraints, humiliation radiating from every exhausted muscle.
“You’ll stay here exactly like this—naked, dripping, and exposed,” I command.
“Because this is exactly what you deserve. When someone finally comes to find you like this? I want you to recall the taste of my cum. Feel me bruising your throat. Understand whose cock it was you begged for.” I pause, smirking beneath the mask.
“And remember the price you pay for letting anyone else touch what’s mine. ”
“No, please don’t leave me here for them—”
“They need to see what a slut you are for me.”
Her lips wobble, fresh tears streaking down her reddened face as she twists her wrists against the belt. But I’m already backing toward her balcony doors, the first rays of dawn glinting off the shattered glass around my boots.
“But next time, Olivia?” I promise, turning to leave, “I won’t be so merciful.”