Chapter 5 #2
Dane must have seen me exit the restaurant, because I jump as he rolls to a stop right in front of me.
I slide into the passenger seat and try my best to hide how rattled I am. Murdering Harrison isn’t going to be an option, so I am going to have to figure out what in the actual fuck to do.
“How was lunch?” He puts the SUV in drive and rolls out of the parking lot.
“Fine. Just girl talk.”
“Good.” He reaches over and grabs my thigh. The touch is possessive but also somehow comforting. I realize how much I need to feel him, and I put my hand over his.
“I have plans for us tonight. I think you’re going to enjoy it. I also picked up a little gift for you.”
“You don’t need to get me anything.”
He grips my thigh. “I do what I want. You should know that by now, kitten. Now, be a good girl and open that bag there.”
It’s a black bag from an expensive custom jewelry store. I pick it up. A black velvet box is inside. I turn the box in my hand.
“Open it.”
I flip the lid open, and there's the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. It’s a huge round diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds in a platinum setting. The center diamond must be at least four carats.
I have no words.
“I can’t have my wife going out in public without a ring on her finger.”
The gesture is sweet coming from him. As sweet as Dane Sinclair can be. I just stare at it, unable to look at him knowing what I must do.
“Whitney?”
I snap out of my trance and stare at him. He’s so handsome, and the concern on his brow is almost tender. It hurts.
“Do you not like it?” He looks at me quickly and then focuses back on the road.
I sigh. “Of course I like it. It’s beautiful.”
“Then put it on. I measured your hand when you were sleeping, so it should be a perfect fit.”
I take it out of the box, and it’s heavy in my hand. I slide it onto my finger and hold my hand out to look at it, trying to push aside thoughts of the impossible situation I’m in.
His hand tightens slightly on my thigh. “I never want to see it off your finger. You know you’re mine, and the entire fucking world needs to remember it, too.”
My pussy throbs. I’m going to have to screw my husband over, but I’m still a slut for him.
“So, who all was at lunch?”
I straighten in my seat. He couldn’t possibly know that I spoke to Harrison, could he?
“Caroline, Margot, and Liz.”
“Ah.” Everything about his tone changes, and I grip my seatbelt. “Did you speak with anyone else?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, did you have any conversations with anyone who wasn’t Caroline, Margot, or Liz?”
I stare out the window. “I ordered my salad from the server.”
“Don’t get cute with me, Whitney. I saw Harrison leaving the restaurant just before I texted you. That seems like quite a coincidence.”
“Oh, yeah.” I wave him off, doing my best to steady my voice. “I forgot that he did come over to the table for a moment. It didn’t seem important enough to remember.”
“You are a bad fucking liar.” He takes my hand and rubs his thumb along the ring that he just gave me. “I will ask you again, kitten. Did you speak with anyone besides the ladies?”
“He wanted to congratulate us,” I say quickly. “He was being polite.”
“That fucker Lockwood is never polite.” His grip tightens on my hand. “What did you talk about?”
“Nothing. He’s upset that you outbid him. His pride is hurt.”
I force myself to look at Dane. His knuckles are white where he grips the steering wheel with his other hand. His jaw is clenched so tight that I can see every muscle.
Dane pulls the SUV off the main road onto a back road that winds into the woods.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He pulls the SUV to a stop in a secluded wooded area and puts it in park. Then he turns to face me. “Have you ever fucked Harrison Lockwood?”
“No. I already told you I didn’t.”
“Then why are you lying about the conversation with him?”
“I didn’t lie—”
“Don’t lie again.” His eyes are cold. “The only reason you would lie is if you have something to hide. So either you fucked him, or you are planning to fuck him. Which is it?”
“Neither. I swear to you, Dane. I never fucked nor wanted to fuck Harrison Lockwood.”
“But you are lying about what he wanted.”
He is right. I’m lying. I just stare at him, willing him to just punish me and let this go. I want to be punished.
“Get out.”
“What?”
“Get out of the fucking SUV, Whitney. Now.”
I unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door. I step out onto the gravel, and Dane exits his side. He walks around to the back passenger door and opens it. He positions me so that I’m bent over the seat with my ass facing him and my toes barely touching the ground.
“You knew what would happen if you lied to me.”
My pussy clenches at his words. I know what’s coming. I deserve what’s coming.
Some sick part of me wants this. I need it. Being punished feels so much better than carrying the guilt of what I’ve done to fuck up my life.
Dane shoves my dress up over my hips. His hand runs over my ass.
Then his hand comes down hard. The smack echoes through the woods.
“You are never to lie to me.” He spanks me again. Harder this time. “Do you know what that tells me, kitten?”
“What?”
“You’re hiding something.” His hand comes down repeatedly. Hard, brutal strikes that turn my ass bright red. “And I’m going to find out what it is.”
I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Each strike sends heat flooding through my body. Each one makes my pussy wetter.
“Then tell me what Harrison wanted.”
“Nothing.” I do my best to sound as convincing as I can. I can’t tell him the truth. It will ruin everything. It’ll put Sloane in danger and ruin whatever this is with Dane. And I don’t want to lose either of them.
“Do you know what it does to me to even think that another might put their hands on what’s mine?”
He grabs my panties and rips them off. The fabric tears easily in his hands.
“I would never . . . I swear, Dane. I only want you.”
His fingers slide through my slit, and I’m dripping. It’s all for him. He must know that.
“Look at this greedy cunt,” he says. “You are soaking wet, kitten. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Only with you.”
He practically growls and pushes two fingers inside me. I moan in response. “You still have to be punished.”
He fucks me with his fingers. Building the pressure inside me without giving me enough to finish. I’m whimpering and pushing back against his hand, desperate for more.
Then he pulls his fingers out completely. I hear him moving behind me, opening a container.
“What are you—”
“Quiet.” Something cold and slick presses against my ass.
“I’m going to stretch this ass. And when I’m convinced you are ready to be a good girl, I’m going to fuck you here and show you how good it can feel.
Until then, you are going to keep this plug in your ass and think about what it means to lie to me.
Be grateful you didn’t piss me off enough to skip the lube. ”
He pushes the plug inside me slowly. The stretch burns, but the slickness of the lube he put on it helps. I gasp as it fills me, wider than anything has ever been there before.
“Did that old bastard fuck you here?”
“No.” The word is more of a strained whisper as I stretch wider.
“You’re going to love it, kitten. You’ll beg me to fuck your ass.” He presses it fully inside me. “There. Now you are going to feel that while I use your pussy.”
He positions himself behind me, and his cock is inside of me in one brutal thrust. The fullness is almost too much with the plug already stretching me. I cry out.
“This pussy belongs to me,” he says. His hands grip my hips. “To me. And don’t you fucking forget it.”
He fucks me hard. Each thrust rocks me forward over the seat. The angle hits in just the right spot, and the stretch from the plug is intense. This is the kind of sex that I had only dreamed about before I married Dane, but I know he isn’t going to allow me to finish.
“Please,” I beg. “Please let me come.”
“No.” He digs his fingers into my hips. “You are going to lie here and take my dick like a good girl. You are going to think about how good my cock feels inside you. And you are going to remember the fucking rules.”
I’m so close. The pressure is building inside me, and I can’t hold it back much longer.
“Dane, please. I’m sorry. I will not lie again.”
“Yes, you will.” He leans over my back and wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me back against him and slightly cutting off my air. “I’m going to keep punishing you until you break.”
He is right. I have no choice but to lie to him.
He fucks me harder. His breathing is ragged, and I can feel him getting close. I’m right there with him, about to fall over the edge, desperate to finish and wishing he’d squeeze my throat tighter to cut off my air completely. If he did, I wouldn’t be able to fight the orgasm any longer.
“Don’t you dare come,” he warns. “If you come, I will make you regret it. This is not for you. This fuck is for me. You’ll get yours when I say so.”
I bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood. I try to focus on anything except the pleasure and how hot my husband is.
Dane groans and thrusts deep one last time. I feel him pulse inside me as he comes, and it takes everything I have not to come, too.
He pulls out of me. I hate the feeling of his hand leaving my throat and his dick not inside me anymore. I’m still lying on the seat with my dress bunched around my waist and his cum dripping down my thighs. The plug is still inside me.
“Get on your feet.” He tucks his dick back into his slacks and zips them up. He picks up my torn panties from the floorboard and puts them in his pocket.
I stand straight, despite my shaking legs. My pussy is throbbing. My ass is on fire and stretched around the plug. I debate trying to rub my thighs together to see if it will cause enough friction that I can make myself come.
He opens my door for me. “Get back in your seat.”
I lower myself onto the leather, and the plug pushes deeper inside me as soon as my ass hits the seat. I gasp. I can feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and soaking my dress.
Dane gets into the driver’s seat and starts the SUV. He does not say anything for a long moment. Then, he reaches over and rests his hand on my thigh like nothing happened.
“You might be telling me the truth about the conversation with Harrison. I haven’t decided yet. But you lied about speaking with him. You have to stop lying to me, Whitney. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“When we get home, you are going to kneel beside me while I work. We’ll see if you’re finally going to learn your lesson.”
I clasp his hand as my show of agreement.
“Good girl.” He squeezes my leg.
I sit there with my thighs pressed together and his cum still dripping from me. The plug stretches me with every bump in the road. My pussy is aching for the release I desperately need.
I’m so fucked up. I should hate this. I should be humiliated.
But all I can think about is how much I want him to punish me again. I want him to spank me and use me.
I’m completely addicted to it. To him.
And I’m going to betray him. Because I have no choice.
I can’t risk anything happening to Sloane. I can take whatever I must if it means she’s safe. And if I could kill Harrison, I fucking would. But there is no way to get to him, and going anywhere near the asshole is sure to set Dane on edge.
The faster this business is done, the better. And Dane has the money to pay Harrison whatever it is that he wants.
So, I’ll lie. I’ll spy. I’ll betray my husband.
Soon enough Harrison will have what he wants, and he’ll leave me alone. I’ll take every punishment I earn along the way.
I have already killed for my daughter, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
Even if it costs me everything.