Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
K elsey
“Liam?” The word escaped my lips, a fragile whisper that lingered in the air all around me. His body remained tense and he didn’t answer. Instead, he kept driving, his face locked on the road in front of him. The silence between us was oppressive as he parked behind the coffee shop, and it continued still as he carried me through the back entrance all the way up into his apartment.
It wasn’t until he tossed me on his bed that he said anything at all.
“The story you told me about your ex isn’t true then, is it?”
“No,” I breathed, wilting under his scrutiny. His gaze bore into mine, harsh for a single moment before it softened with something I could only identify as sorrow, and I hated to see it.
“Is Kelsey your real name?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He cocked his head, suspicion etching lines on his features. His eyes bore into mine with a renewed intensity. As I met his gaze, I braced myself for whatever was to come.
“Yes Daddy,” I tried, and a flash of desire crossed his face. It was gone in an instant. After another moment, his jawline set, and a nervous rumble reverberated deep in my belly. I opened my mouth, my tongue so dry that it felt like I could hardly draw it from the roof of my mouth.
He approached the side of the bed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a knife. I stiffened, my eyes widening with fear, but with my wrists and ankles still bound, there was nothing I could do.
When he reached for me, a soft whimper escaped my throat.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Kelsey,” he said softly, and I chewed at the inside of my cheek.
“Are you going to spank me?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” he answered, his voice darkly contemplative. With a hard shiver, I watched as he sawed through the ropes at my ankles first. I could hear the sound of the threads slowly fraying as he cut through, and when the ropes finally pulled apart, I breathed a sigh of relief at the partial freedom.
“Thank you,” I whispered, stretching my legs out a little and turning so he could get my wrists too. With a gentle touch, he slashed through the bonds at my wrist, and I rolled away the soreness in my shoulders.
I didn’t remain free for long.
The light touch of his hand went from soft to hard in an instant. His fingers wound around my right ankle, and he yanked me towards the right corner of the bed. Before I even realized what was happening, he’d snapped a leather cuff around my ankle, the sound echoing through the room.
He grabbed my left ankle next, and I finally remembered myself. Crunching myself upwards, I tried to bat his hands away, but still found the cuff wrapped around my ankle all the same. Then, he grabbed both wrists with one hand and pushed my back down to the bed with the other.
I fought as hard as I could, but he overpowered me with incredible ease. Using all my upper body strength, I tried to roll him off me, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Fear and panic warred within me, but I told myself that Liam wouldn’t hurt me.
I knew that deep in my heart.
The cuffs closed around one wrist and then it was far too easy for him to bind the other to the far corner, leaving me spread eagle on the bed before him. There was no stopping the words that came next.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“I’d never hurt you, little girl,” he confirmed. My heart hammered in my chest, yet I could hear the sincerity in his words, “But that doesn’t mean Daddy isn’t going to punish you for lying to him.”
Deliberately, he leaned over me and angled the knife against my throat. I tensed immediately, but he dragged it downwards, scraping the edge against my skin but not cutting me. Holding my breath, I waited as he dragged it down to my t-shirt.
“You’re wearing for too many clothes for what comes next, though,” he mused, and I stiffened as he began to slice through the fabric. I didn’t move a muscle as he slowly cut through my shirt one strip at a time. He tossed the fabric to the side, gradually revealing more and more of my bare flesh until there was nothing left but my bra.
He cut through that too.
My jeans took much longer to cut off. Far too afraid that the knife’s edge might actually cut me, I didn’t fight as he bared me.
He removed my shoes, tugged off my socks and threw those aside too, leaving me in nothing more than a pair of lacey white panties.
“These are so very pretty, but they’re going to need to come off, too,” he said darkly, and a shiver of anxious arousal raced down my spine. Unable to look, I closed my eyes as I felt the metal blade scrape along my flesh and then he angled it beneath my panties.
The metallic whisper of the blade slicing through fabric filled the air. The soft, rhythmic sound resonated through me, causing my legs to tremble. With each cut, the fabric yielded to the blade, and I held my breath as he pulled the last shreds of my panties away from my body, baring me utterly and completely.
Walking past the bed, he pulled a chair from the table beside the window and placed it directly in front of me. He took a seat with the folder in his hands and leveled me with a firm glare, right before he glanced between my legs, looking straight at my pussy.
“I’m going to read through this folder now, little girl. You’re going to wait there while I do, and when I’m finished, I’ll tell you how you’re going to be punished,” he murmured.
A quiet cry echoed throughout the room, and I slowly realized that it was me.
Time seemed to slow as he stared at my naked body while I lay there before him. Under his intense scrutiny, my nipples pebbled, and my thighs tensed, trying to come together, but the cuffs kept them spread wide apart.
As Liam’s penetrating gaze lingered upon me, a mix of emotions unfolded within me. Shame and embarrassment crept in, along with creeping vines of desire intertwining with my every thought. I broke eye contact for just a moment and turned away, yet I could still feel the weight of his stare roaming over every inch of my skin.
He dropped his gaze and opened the folder. I should have felt relief, but my skin prickled with heat instead. Sweat beaded at the edges of my brow and a single droplet rolled down the side of my face. I pulled at the restraints, twisting and turning my wrists to see if I could escape them, but I managed nothing.
He remained silent as I fought as hard as I could. The cuffs didn’t even loosen the slightest bit and I growled in frustration.
There was no escape for me.
“Fight harder, little girl,” he ordered, not even bothering to look up from my paperwork.
“Let me go,” I demanded, and he shook his head.
“Not yet, little girl,” he replied.
Yanking my wrist hard, I put everything I had into fighting those restraints, but as the seconds ticked by, I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t getting out of this.
My freedom would only come when- and if- Liam decided to let me have it.
Eventually, I stopped fighting.
Time stretched from seconds to minutes as he scanned through my dossier. He said nothing until he finished going through it, shutting it with an audible snap.
“You’ve been quite the busy girl,” he murmured.
“I…” I began, but he shook his head, and I stopped speaking.
“Have you turned any of this over to your FBI point of contact?” he asked, and I shook my head.
“No,” I replied, my voice nothing more than a whisper. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him that I loved him, that I had decided not to turn in anything at all, that I’d chosen him, but the words died at the back of my throat unsaid.
“What’s his name,” he pressed.
“Anthony Richardson,” I said, slumping against the bed. “Please. I wasn’t going to turn it in. I swear.”
“You will remain silent as I make a call. Can you do that for me, or do I need to shove what’s left of your soaked panties in your mouth?”
“I can do that,” I whispered, licking my lips as my thighs tensed once again.
I’d known I was wet, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. Now, it was all I could think about. Each droplet that rolled down my inner thigh was as startling as a sudden summer rain. My thigh quivered a little as he sat back and gazed directly at my pussy.
My face turned beet red.
Shame, arousal, embarrassment, and desire whirled within me, and I couldn’t make it stop.
Only he could, and that turned my insides to red-hot lava.
Cocking his head, he held his phone to his ear. He cleared his throat as it rang, and someone must have picked up on the other line because he sat up a bit straighter.
“Governor,” he said respectfully, and I stilled. “I need you to handle a situation for me. There’s an agent named Anthony Richardson in the FBI Special Task force. I need you to transfer him into a different unit.”
I remained silent, listening with bated breath.
“Yes. He’s taken an interest in my family, and I need that handled.”
He paused for a few seconds and nodded.
“Thank you.” He pulled the phone away from his ear, ending the call. “Now, little girl, I think it’s time for your punishment. You lied to me, didn’t you?”
“Please. I wasn’t going to turn it in. I was going to destroy it.”
“Answer the question, little girl,” he pressed, and my cheeks flamed even hotter.
“Yes Daddy,” I answered.
“When I first found you in the office, you were looking for evidence against the Murphys,” he said, but it wasn’t really a question. I nodded once anyway.
“And in the time since you and I have been together, this is everything you collected?”
“Yes Daddy. Everything,” I admitted, my desperation etched into every syllable that fell from my lips. “Please! Destroy it! Burn it! I wasn’t going to turn it in. I didn’t want to lose you. I chose you, Liam.”
“Let’s get one thing straight, little girl. You belong to Daddy. I would never let you go, no matter what brought you to me,” he declared.
My heart burned with emotion in my chest.
“You believe me, Daddy?”
“Of course I do, my little girl.”
I breathed an audible sigh of relief, but the momentary softness on his face hardened into a firm line.
“Now, you and I are going to deal with the fact that you’ve been lying to Daddy for a very long time,” he said, his voice stern enough to make my breath catch in the back of my throat.
With a determined look, he reached up to the tie around his throat and slowly loosened it. Then he strode over to me, gently lifted my head, and wrapped his tie around my eyes, effectively blinding me.
“You’re not going to spank me?” I asked nervously.
“No, I’m going to punish you with pleasure, naughty girl,” he answered. Fiery tingles of desire raced through my veins as my heartbeat quickened to a frantic pace. Immediately, my senses amplified as my breath stuttered.
Liam moved around the bed, the subtle rustle of fabric giving away his position. I breathed in a trace of his cologne, the faint hint of leather, and the subtle undertone of an ocean breeze. The room’s temperature seemed that much hotter, like it had suddenly risen several degrees, enough to make another bead of sweat roll down from the edge of my brow. The floorboards creaked as Liam moved around me, his proximity teasing my senses.
Then, his fingertips grazed against my throat, and I jumped. I should have been afraid, but my desire quickly spiraled out of control, like a wildfire amongst dry brush.
Slowly, he teased me, dragging his fingertips over every inch of my exposed body. Frustratingly, he skillfully avoided touching my nipples and my pussy, taunting me with pleasure only just out of reach.
It was heaven.
It was torture.
Over and over again, he explored my naked flesh, taunting me with his soft touch. When he finally traced his palm over my nipple, I arched off the bed, inadvertently seeking his touch.
“Daddy,” I breathed.
“Hush, naughty girl, Daddy is exploring this beautiful body,” he answered, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning out loud as he traced his hand over my breast once again.
The teasing continued for so much longer. He explored the gentle plane of my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder, the hollow of my belly and the lines of my hip bones. When he discovered the copious wetness dripping down my inner thighs, he said nothing, but he didn’t need to.
He’d already known I was aroused.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, a soft vibration pressed against my pussy and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. He kept it there between my legs as I sailed towards the precipice of orgasm, but he pulled it away moments before my release took over.
I cried out in frustration, my body writhing with unreleased pleasure. The sharp bite of denial raced through me, and I whined. When my passionate need finally receded, the vibrations returned, and I sucked in a hopeful breath.
Unable to help myself, I ground my clit against the vibrator, and he pulled it away slightly, not quite enough to bring it out of reach, but enough to stem my orgasm before it could break.
I moaned, bucking against the vibrations, raw sensation blossoming outwards from my core all the way to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes.
Just when I was about to come, he pulled back again, and I had to bite back a cry of desperation.
“Daddy, please,” I begged.
“Not yet, little girl. You’re being punished,” he replied, and a hot quiver of sensation pierced through my senses. As the seconds slowly passed, my pleasure receded once again, and I was left unsatisfied and increasingly desperate.
The vibrator returned.
Then it was gone.
Back and forth until every nerve in my body was on the cusp of firing, until my legs were trembling, until my eyes were rolling back in my head, until my hands tightened into fists, until every inch of me was writhing with need, and until my desperate screams were echoing off the walls all around me.
I begged.
I pleaded.
I moaned.
But I didn’t come. He wouldn’t let me.
When I thought I’d reached the edge of my sanity, he pushed me some more. He didn’t stop edging me, and just when I thought I was on the brink of tears, he pulled that little vibrating torture device from my clit and said the words I finally needed to hear.
“Do you want to come for Daddy, little girl?”
“Please, Daddyyyyyyy,” I wailed.
At once, my left wrist was freed and then the right. My ankles came next and then the blindfold was ripped free from my face. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sudden light and Liam’s massive form materialized right next to me.
He grabbed my legs and flipped me over, yanking me to the edge of the bed far enough for my toes to touch the ground.
“Then you’re going to beg to come with Daddy’s cock deep in that tight little ass,” he demanded.
My eyes opened wide.
“I’ve never…”
“It would be awfully shameful to come with all of my cock buried inside that reluctant hole, wouldn’t it?”
All of a sudden, everything clicked. He was punishing me with pleasure, but that wasn’t all; he was going to bring the lesson home with the most shameful fucking of all.
Even as I lay there, bent over the bed, helpless and vulnerable to the man I loved, I knew without a doubt that the moment his cock started pumping in and out of my asshole, I was going to come.
Even more shameful, I knew I was going to come really fucking hard.
“You can’t mean to,” I tried, and he slapped my bare ass hard enough to sting.
“You have a choice to make, little girl. You can come with all of me deep inside that tight little hole, or I can take off my belt and whip this naughty ass until there’s tears dripping down your beautiful face, and you won’t get to come at all.”
Shock sizzled through me like an electric current, and a quiet cry slipped free from my lips.
I didn’t want to get the belt. I’d gotten several playful swats with it from him before, and I knew it would sting so much more if he was punishing me for real.
Because that’s what this was.
A very real punishment.
My body boiled with heat, and I knew that, for me, there was only one choice.
I was going to get my bottom fucked, and I was going to come while he was doing it.