Chapter 7 #2
He pushes the button a few more times, and the device moves inside of me while the part touching my clit begins a suction sensation.
It’s intense, and I come almost instantly. My body locks up, and I cry out his name even though I try not to.
“That’s one.” He clicks the button again before I can catch my breath. “I want you to think about how good my cock feels inside you while this toy does all the work. Think about what it means to fucking lie to me.”
The device pulses harder. I try to move in the chair, but I can’t.
Dane props himself against the edge of his desk and watches me. He’s so still—I would almost think he’s a statue—with a deep scowl etched onto his handsome face.
Several minutes pass, and the pressure builds again. I scream and moan when I come the second time.
Then, he pushes a button and turns the device to an even higher setting. He shows no reaction each time I come right in front of him.
“Please, Dane. I need to feel you instead of this thing. Please just touch me.”
It’s the truth. I need to be in his arms, beneath him, or even with his hand wrapped around my throat. I need to feel his skin against mine.
“Then tell me who you were sending the files to.”
“Dane—”
He clicks the device up higher. The vibrations are relentless now. I’m shaking and crying. My pussy is overstimulated, and I have no time between orgasms to recover.
The third one rips through me, then the fourth. I lose count somewhere around eight or nine. Each one hurts more than the last. My body is betraying me, responding to the stimulation even though I’m desperate for it to stop.
“Please.” I’m sobbing and look up at him, pleading for him to understand that I never wanted to betray him.
“Just say his fucking name, Whitney.”
And there’s something in his tone that makes me realize what I should have already figured out. He knows. He’s toying with me until I confess.
“Harrison Lockwood.” I force the words out. “I’ve been sending files to Harrison Lockwood.”
“There it is.”
He leans down so his face is right in front of mine. “You chose that bastard over me. You betrayed me for that ignorant fuck.”
“Don’t act like you’re so innocent.” The words come out before I can stop them. “You’ve been manipulating me for days, and I fucking believed it was real. But you aren’t capable of anything but protecting your money and power.”
His eyes go dark. “Careful, Whitney.”
“Fuck you.” I’m fuming now, angry at him, at Harrison, at myself.
“You’ve never cared about me. I’m property you bought at the auction to make up for the all-powerful Dane being told no.
Well, congratulations, Dane. You’ve won.
You have me, and you made me fucking care for you like a stupid bitch.
And that’s a worse punishment than anything else you could do to me. ”
His hand is around my throat in an instant. His grip is hard enough to make breathing difficult.
“I have never done a goddamn thing to betray you, Whitney.” There is a flash of pain in his eyes, and my heart breaks. “I have tolerated your lies and secrets, and still…”
Whatever he might say, he stops himself. His expression hardens, and the flicker of human emotion is gone.
“Look at the camera and beg me to fuck you.” He points to the black lens in the corner. “Smile for Harrison. Show him how much you love being punished by your husband. Are you sending him the footage from our home? Has he already watched every time I’ve fucked you?”
“Dane, I don’t know.” I moan from the intensity building again. “I just sent whatever files I could find. I can’t think fucking straight right now.”
Another orgasm builds and crashes over me. I cry out, my body jerking against the restraints.
“I’ll answer that for you. You haven’t sent him a goddamn thing. I’ve intercepted everything you’ve tried to send. It wasn’t the smartest move on your part to access my computer, Whitney.”
Shit. Harrison has received none of my emails. It’s only a matter of time before he does something that’s going to put mine and Sloane’s lives in danger. I’m fucked. That’s all there is to it.
“Tell me why you’re doing this.” He doesn’t turn off the vibrator. “Confess, and this stops.”
There’s no way I can tell him what I did. I can’t risk the Council finding out. They’ll execute me, and then who will protect Sloane? Dane will follow Council orders. He said as much already.
Another orgasm hits me. I cry out, my body convulsing in the chair. Everything hurts now. My pussy is swollen and oversensitive. The pleasure has turned to pain.
“Tell me, Whitney.” Dane’s voice breaks through the fog in my brain. “Tell me, and I’ll turn it off. Consider that to be the extent of my kindness.”
I want to. I want to tell him everything. But if I do, he will go to the Council. Especially now, after he knows I’ve betrayed him. I’ve played all of this so very wrong.
So I stay silent and let another orgasm tear through me.
“You’d rather sit here and suffer than trust me with the truth.” His voice is flat now. The repulsion in his expression is almost more than I can bear. “That tells me everything I need to know about this so-called marriage.”
“That’s not fair—”
“Tomorrow night we’re having Sloane and my sons over for a family dinner.” His tone indicates he doesn’t actually consider us a family. “I’m going to tie you to your chair naked just like this, and we’ll continue just as we are now.”
“No.” The word is a sob. “Dane, please. I can’t—”
“Then fucking tell me.”
I have to give him something.
“He’s blackmailing me.” The confession comes out of me. “Harrison is blackmailing me. He has proof of something I did, and he’s using it to make me send him your files.”
Dane turns off the vibrator and pulls it out of me slowly. It leaves an emptiness with it gone, even though I’m grateful it’s over.
“What did you do?” He crosses his arms.
“I can’t tell you that part.” I’m still crying, my body still trembling. “I can’t, Dane. But I swear to you, I was trying to protect Sloane. He’s threatening her. If I tell you what he has, you’ll have to report it to the Council. They’ll execute me. And then who protects my daughter?”
Silence stretches between us.
“That’s not your decision to make.”
“Please.” I have to make him understand. “Please don’t make me tell you. Harrison needs money. He’s hoping to find leverage against you so he can blackmail you into paying him. That’s the truth. Can that please be enough for now?”
He stares at me for a long moment.
“For now.” He tosses the vibrator aside. “But you’re going to tell me eventually, Whitney. One way or another.”
I’m shaking, still trying to catch my breath.
He unbuckles his belt, and the sound makes my pussy clench despite how sore I am.
“I’m going to fuck you now because you’re mine.” His voice is rough with barely controlled anger. “Because no matter what you’ve done, this pussy belongs to me. Not Harrison. Not anyone else. Me. And you need to remember that.”
He pulls the ropes loose and picks me up from the chair. I wrap my legs around him, and he crosses the room until my back is pressed against the wall.
Dane fumbles with his zipper. He lifts me up and then his dick is inside me in one brutal thrust, fucking me into the wall.
I wrap my arms as tight as I can around him and bury my face in his neck. My pussy is still too sensitive. But I know he doesn’t care. And honestly, neither do I. I just fucking need him.
He sets a relentless rhythm, rattling the pictures on the wall. There’s no tenderness here.
“This pussy belongs to me. Nothing is going to fucking change that.”
“Yes.” I can barely form words. “I’ve always been yours, Dane.”
“I’m going to make you tell me.” His grip on my hips tightens as he moves my body to meet his thrusts. “You’re going to tell me everything, and then I’m going to handle whatever this shit is.”
“I can’t. I can’t, Dane. Please—”
He pounds into me faster, harder, using me without mercy. The pain mixes with a hint of pleasure, but I know he won’t allow me to come.
Then, his entire body tenses when he thrusts deep and holds himself there. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his cum.
We remain tangled together with him pressing me against the wall. I hold on to him, willing him to believe that I don’t want to lose him. That he’s all I ever wanted and needed. I just have to get this bullshit with Harrison behind us.
“Dane?” I whisper against his neck.
“Not now, Whitney. I’m done talking about this for tonight. But tomorrow you’re telling me what the fuck is going on. That’s not a request.”
I expect him to drop me on the floor or toss me on his desk and walk away. But he holds me tighter and carries me from his office.
I don’t know what to fucking do. So I just cry into my husband’s neck.
I have to tell him tomorrow. Or I’m going to run. These are my only choices now, and both of them end with me losing everything I’ve ever wanted.
Dane will send every Talon under his control to drag me back. I can never get away from him. And I don’t even want to.
He carries me upstairs to our bedroom and sets me on the bed. I expect him to leave. Instead, he goes into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth.
He cleans me gently, wiping my thighs and between my legs. The tenderness is worse than any punishment. It cracks something open inside me that I’ve been trying to keep locked down.
“Dane—”
“Unless it’s finally the truth, I don’t want to hear anything else from you.”
He won’t look me in the eye, no matter how long I stare at him.
That breaks me completely. I don’t fight my tears but force myself to cry silently.
His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and stares at the screen for a minute. I didn’t think he could be more annoyed with me, but I must be wrong based on how his expression shifts. He pockets his phone again.
“Why are you keeping Harrison’s secrets? I know Gerald didn’t die from some fucking car accident.”
“What?”
“Are you going to pretend you didn’t know? Because I do. My sons found the doctor who was paid to change the report. I’m not known as an ignorant man, and I don’t believe in coincidences.”
“Dane . . . please.” The words come out in sobs.
He doesn’t say anything, and the disappointed expression on his face makes my chest hurt.
I can’t do this anymore. I’ve fucked everything up, and whatever happens next, I’ll face the consequences. I’m capable of whatever dark and ugly thing needs to happen next, but I can’t keep it in any longer.
I clutch his shoulders, needing to feel him to center myself to find a way to say the words out loud.
“Dane . . . I murdered Gerald.”