Grayson
I’m waiting in the foyer as I hear the click of Rowan’s red heels down the marble steps. She looks absolutely stunning in a short, black, long sleeve dress with her hair falling effortlessly on her shoulders. Her tall, thin figure radiating with sheer elegance. A protective feeling is stirring inside me as I look at her. I almost don’t want to take her out where other men will have their eyes on what’s mine. As tough as she tries to act, there's an innocence about her that makes me want to do everything to protect her– a softness inside her that she can’t hide.
“You look beautiful Mrs. Santoro.” I say, looking her up and down.
“Fuck off.” She flips me off, walking right past me and out the front doors where the car is parked. Let the games begin, Row .
When I reach her at the car, I lean my hands against the passenger side door on either side of her and my eyes narrow.
“Listen, you don’t have to like it here or like me, but you will learn to respect me, darling. I’m keeping you safe but it doesn’t mean I have to be nice. I’m choosing to be. I could keep you locked up in a bunker and chained to a wall like I have your father but I chose to let you into my home instead. Now this is the last warning I’m going to give you. Watch. Your. Fucking. Mouth.”
She looks down at the ground and I can tell she wants to snap back at me but she’s afraid to. She should be.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you Rowan.” I demand, grabbing her chin. “Get in the car, we’re going to be late.” I say, releasing her.
I open the car door for Rowan and she sinks into the leather seat of my black SUV, crossing her arms like a pouty teenager. She’s a brat. If I had her chained up in the bunker I’d bet she wouldn’t act like this. Or if I had her chained to my bed.
The ten minute drive to the restaurant was completely silent. She stared out the window and even rolled her eyes at me when I sneezed. We enter the five star establishment and are greeted by a pale young woman with sleek black hair at the hostess stand. She leads us to a large, dimly lit, secluded booth in the back corner of the dining area. It’s where I usually sit with my brother to discuss the family business.
“Your server will be with you in a moment.” She says with a smile and walks away. Almost immediately, our server arrives at our table. He’s a younger blonde, college-aged kid. He looks athletic but not built, and he fucking wreaks of cheap body spray.
“Welcome! What can I get you guys started with? We have thirty craft beers on tap, as well as a full list of housemade wine on the back of the menu.” He says.
I look over at Rowan and notice she’s gawking at our waiter. So that's her type huh? Blonde frat boys. Not too far off from Brenden.
“What do you recommend from the wine menu?” Rowan asks him with her chin resting on the palms of her hands like a girl who has her first crush. Why is this making me so fucking angry.
“I recommend our house merlot, it pairs nicely with the veal.” He answers, holding her gaze.
“Sounds like you have good taste in reds, I’ll do the merlot.” She says to him, her lips curling up into a flirtatious smile. I’m going to lose my shit if she doesn’t wipe that look off of her face.
“I’ll do a Maker’s Mark, neat.” I tell him while reaching for Rowan’s thigh under the table.
“Perfect, I'll have that right out for you guys.” He turns walking away and shoots Rowan another smile.
I glare at Rowan, “What do you think you’re doing?” I growl, gripping her thigh.
She scowls. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about your little school girl act with the waiter, you’re flirting.” I grip her leg tighter.
She looks at me and a smug expression washes over her face. “Oh no, is my kidnapper jealous?” She grins.
“I don’t get jealous , Rowan. I told you I’m a possessive man. I get homicidal.” My eyes darken on her and her grin turns to laughter.
“Uh ohhh I’m so scared of the jealous caveman,” she giggles, “give me a fucking break it’s not like this is a real marriage. Tell me, is your dick too small to find a woman who would willingly marry you?”
“Well since you’re so curious, I’ll let you find out tonight.” I say to her, unphased by her little comment. Her smile drops. She knows she fucked up. I can’t wait to show her just how bad.
The waiter returns with our drinks and Rowan goes right back to being all smiley and flirtatious as we order dinner. Threats aren’t going to work on this girl, she needs some discipline if I want her to get in line. If she wants to drive me crazy by giving her attention to another man, that's fine. I’ll let her feel every inch of crazy soon enough.
“Drink your wine, all of it. Now.” I demand.
“What? You don’t chug wine, it is to be sipped on, .”
“I wasn’t asking, Rowan. You’re going to want to be completely relaxed for what I’m going to do to that pretty little body of yours.”
“You’re being serious about that? For fuck’s sake it was a joke.”
“Funny joke. Now you’re going to learn some respect.” I inform her, my face expressionless .
“No,” she says panicked, “ I will scream in this restaurant right now I am not kidding.”
“Rowan, I think you know you’ll only make matters worse if you do that. I own this fucking city. I’ve shot motherfuckers in broad daylight, don’t ever think I’m afraid of consequences, because I suffer none.” I say to her, my tone turning vexed.
The waiter returns with dinner, but the tension killed Rowan’s appetite I can tell.
“Eat.”
“I-I can’t right now.” She looks down, like she’s holding back from crying.
“You need to, come on.” I say gently. I don’t know why I’m softening. It’s not my fuckin’ job to make sure the girl eats the food that’s in front of her. She purposely flirted with this dude just to get a reaction out of me and now she’s upset at the reaction.
“I’m not hungry.” She says looking up at me .
I sigh, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll take it home. I’ll just go pay our bill and we can get out of here.” Every time I see her about to cry I feel like a piece of shit but she’s taking a gamble when she acts like that. All I’m asking her to do is to comply and she decides to make it hard on herself.
She nods, looking back down at her hands folded on her lap. I walk to the front, informing the waiter we’re ready to go. The sooner we get home the better. She’s nervous and I want her to have time at the house to settle in. Part of me feels guilty for scaring her but I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep her around and keep her safe– I’ll do whatever I have to do to let her know she’s mine, and if that means scaring her or making her develop stockholm syndrome, then that’s what I’ll do. The alternative is much worse than her having to be my wife.
As we drive home I decide to break the silence– I don't want her to start to think her emotions are going to soften me.
“I have given you simple fucking orders, and all you want to do is rebel for what? I’m offering you a plush life and all you have to fucking do is shut the hell up sometimes and show some respect!”
She stares at me, silent for a moment, then spits right in my fucking face. I brush my thumb under my eye and lick her saliva off of it. Clearly she wants to play dirty .
“Not a smart move, darling.” I say calmly.
We pull up to the house, it's almost midnight now but I’m not even tired. I have too much anticipation coursing through me. I exit the driver side and walk around to the passenger door, opening it and pulling Rowan out, tossing her over my shoulder and delivering a sharp slap across her ass. She thrashes against my hold but I’m much bigger than her, so it doesn’t make a difference to me.
“You just can’t comply can you, Row?”
“Fuck you!” She screams as we enter the house.
I take her up the marble staircase and down the long hall into our bedroom, laying her on the bed and pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
“Relax for me baby,” I say softly, “it doesn’t have to be this way.”
“Fuck you-”
I cover her mouth with my free hand before she can even finish .
“Fine. I gave you a choice and you chose to make it a punishment,” I say, my breathing growing heavy, “so now you can take what you asked for.”
I remove my hand from her mouth and unzip my pants exposing my hard cock, still pinning her wrists with my other hand. Rowan’s eyes drop down and widen, her face is immediately ridden with fear. Her little joke at the restaurant doesn’t seem so funny to her now.
“Okay I-I’m sorry I’ll stop talking back, I’ll do what you want you want I-”
“You what? Thought I had a small dick right?”
“I- I’m sorry.” She says, breathing heavily.
“Oh don’t be sorry to me, love,” I say with a malicious grin, pushing her dress up with my free hand and grinding against her. “You’re the one that has to take it.”
She lets out a soft moan, arching her back as I grind my hard cock against the outside of her panties.
I lean down biting her neck “You like this don’t you Rowan? You like me taking what I want from you. Stop pretending.”
“No I- ”
“Flirted with the waiter all night didn’t you?” I interrupt her, thrusting my cock against her. “Didn’t you?!” I can feel my anger building as I picture the way she looked at him.
I grip her black lace panties and tear them off of her with one hard rip.
Taking my hand that's holding her wrists, I slowly trail my fingers down her body before reaching her pussy. “Who does this belong to, darling?” I whisper, leaning down and kissing her from her neck down to her nipples that are hard through her dress, while swirling my middle finger just outside her entrance.
“Not you.” She snaps, clutching the comforter of the bed.
“Hm,” I bite down hard on her collarbone causing her to wince before rising up on both of my hands, and towering over her. “Wrong answer. I guess we better change that. Spread your legs Rowan.”
She lays there staring at me with a scowl on her face.
“Did that sound like a fucking question?” I slap her inner thigh and then rub out the sting. “Open. Now. ”
She opens her legs for me reluctantly, exposing her glistening pussy. She’s dripping wet. “Look at that,” I grin at her. “You’re wet for me, Row.”
She covers her face with both hands out of embarrassment. She’s embarrassed that she gets off on me punishing her, she’s embarrassed that her thoughts aren’t as innocent as her body. It’s making me harder.
“Now relax for me baby.” I say gently as I spit on my hand and stroke my cock.
“Eyes on me.” I demand.
She opens her eyes, staring up at me and tears spill down her face. She looks fucking gorgeous like this, her wet eyelashes stuck together. I settle between her legs, grinding the tip of my cock against her entrance. Her legs fall further apart for me and she lets out the softest moan.
I lean down to whisper in her ear, still rubbing the head of my dick against her. “What do you want, Rowan?”
She takes in a ragged breath. “I-stop. I want you to stop.”
“Tell me you’ll be a good girl for me then. ”
She lets out a shaky breath and grinds against me. She’s loving this right now. She thinks she’s hiding it well but I’m devouring every reaction she’s giving me.
“You have to say it with your words, Row.” I say, my voice almost strained from feeling her hips roll against me.
“I’ll be good. I promise.” She says breathlessly.
“Ah ah, tell me you’ll be a good girl. I want to hear you say it. ”
She’s shy. She talked dirty in her text messages to that Brenden douche but I doubt she’s ever led a man on in person. Just thinking about it has my blood boiling. I press against her a little harder.
“I’ll be a good girl.” She says, trying to sound sarcastic, but I hear the shakiness in her voice at not knowing how I’ll react.
I pull away from her abruptly, standing back up and towering over her as she lay on the bed looking almost– disappointed.
Perfect. I have Rowan right where I want her. She’ll be begging for me to take her soon enough.
“Good. Glad we’re on the same page now,” I say, zipping my pants up. “But you still did something that was less than monogamous tonight, Mrs. Santoro . ”
I sit at the edge of the bed glaring at her.
“Actions have consequences. Bend over my lap. Now.”
She does so without hesitation and I push her dress a little further up, exposing her bare ass. She buries her face into the mattress.
Slap.
“That’s for flirting with the waiter.” She jerks slightly underneath my hand.
Slap.
“That’s for the way you talked to me.”
Slap.
“And that’s for dating a guy named Brenden. ” I toss her off of me onto the bed and walk out of the room. Now she can think about her actions and in the meantime, I’m going to pay her little boyfriend a visit.