Chapter 29 #2
"Listen to me, Alex," she murmured, her thumb tracing my lower lip. "I am angry. And I am going to make sure you remember exactly whose touch matters. But no matter what I do, you can stop this at any time. I am your mistress, darling, not your captor. Give me a safe word.”
The lump in my throat was fucking massive, but the terror eased just a fraction, replaced by a devastating surge of trust. She was going to break me, fuck yeah, but she was giving me the keys to the lock before she started.
A devastating surge of trust replaced my terror. "Yellow," I whispered.
"Yellow," she repeated, the softness vanishing as she grabbed my wrists. "Good. Now, give me your hands. It’s time to wash that woman’s scent off your skin."
With practiced expertise, she secured my wrists to the rungs of the headboard, leaving me completely split open and vulnerable. Slowly, her fingers found the top button of her deep red silk blouse. She undid it. Then the second. My body fucking tingled with hope as I watched her.
"So tell me, darling," she asked, her voice a low, rhythmic hum. "What exactly made that woman believe she had a chance with you? Did you give her a free drink? Tell me everything. Mommy wants all the details, Alex. And remember... I'll know if you're lying."
Under her piercing gaze, the truth poured out of me.
I confessed to the eye contact, the vodka-fuelled confidence, and the free drink.
Carrie didn't scream. Instead, she stepped out of her trousers, leaving her in nothing but black lace lingerie, and crawled up the mattress until she was straddling my hips.
She leaned down, her palm flat against my thundering heart. "You used my time and my girl to make a stranger feel special," she purred dangerously. "Do you have any idea how much that’s going to cost you tonight, baby?"
"Carrie, I didn't mean to—"
"Exactly, baby. You didn't think." Her knees pinned my thighs, rendering me completely immobile as her thumb pressed firmly into the hollow of my throat, right above the silver pendant.
"The moment they think they can reach out and touch you is the moment you've failed me.
And when they actually do? When they put their hands on you in the middle of the street? "
She leaned in until her nose brushed mine, her dark eyes consuming me entirely.
"Then it’s you who’s in trouble, Alex. Because you went too far with Mommy’s property. You led her to believe that what belongs exclusively to me was somehow up for grabs."
She let go of my throat only to grip my chin, forcing me to hold her gaze. "You were so busy enjoying the ego boost that you forgot your place. You let a stranger's hands roam over skin that I have spent weeks marking as mine. Do you understand why I’m so disappointed, baby?"
I could only nod, a small, choked sob catching in my chest. The weight of my "hospitality" felt like fucking lead now. I looked at her, my eyes pleading, but Carrie’s face was a mask of beautiful, terrifying resolve.
"Good," she whispered, her gaze dropping to my lips. "Now, stay very still. I'm going to wash the memory of that woman off you, and I’m going to make sure that the next time someone looks at you, they see my shadow standing right behind you."
The distance between us felt like a physical ache.
I was stuck there, my hands bound to the wood, watching Carrie exist just out of reach while my body screamed for the friction she had just taken away.
She didn't say a word. She just watched me struggle against the silk and the rope, her eyes tracking the way my chest heaved.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice a low, steady thrum. "So desperate to be touched, yet so careless with who you allow to do it." She reached for the nightstand, her fingers brushing against a small, velvet-lined box. "You want me, Alex? You want Mommy to fix this?"
I could only nod, a pathetic whimper escaping my throat.
"Then you’re going to have to earn it," she said, her lips curling into a cold smile. "And we’re going to start by making sure you can’t look at another woman without feeling exactly what you’re feeling right now."
Carrie moved back onto the bed, hovering like a ghost. Her fingertips barely grazed the undersides of my breasts, sending a frantic jolt of electricity straight to my core. I arched my back, my hips stuttering upward in a desperate search for pressure, but she pulled back.
"Please," I whimpered. "Carrie, please.”
"Please what, baby?" she murmured, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear while keeping her hands folded behind her back. "You spent your evening letting a stranger's hands roam over my property. You didn't seem so desperate for my touch when you were giving out free drinks."
Her hand finally descended, pinching my hip with a sudden, sharp pressure that made me gasp.
"You let another woman claim a part of this tonight," she whispered. "So why should Mommy be kind?"
She trailed a single finger down the centre of my stomach, stopping just at the edge of my heat. She simply rested her hand there, flat and still, letting the warmth of her palm drive me to the absolute brink without giving me a single ounce of friction.
"You’re going to wait," she commanded. "You’re going to stay in this ache until every trace of that woman is burned out of your system."
"Please... please, Mommy," I broke, the words a raw, broken sob.
The title hit her like a physical strike. Her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost entirely black, her composure wavering for a fraction of a second. She took a steadying breath and pulled back, shaking her head. "Not yet, baby."
With a practiced flick, she undid her bra and slid her knickers down her long, toned legs.
I let out a low, guttural moan, pulling at the ropes with a mindless strength.
My wrists chafed against the fibres, but I didn’t give a fuck.
The most incredible woman I had ever seen was standing completely naked just out of reach, and being unable to touch her was a refined form of torture.
Carrie smirked, enjoying my desperation. She turned to the velvet box and pulled out a small, sleek, metallic vibrator. She clicked it on, and a low, deep thrum filled the room.
"You were so eager to give things away for free tonight, Alex," she said, crawling toward me. "But in this room, nothing is free. Let's see how long you can stay silent for me."
The cold steel grazed my clit, sending a jolt of lightning through my nerves that had my hips bucking off the silk. I let out a choked moan, instantly biting my lip to regain control. I had to be the good girl she expected.
"So tell me, baby," she asked, her conversational tone contrasting terrifyingly with the hum of the metal.
"What did she have that Mommy doesn't have?
Was it the blonde hair? The size of her tits?
" She tilted her head, watching a tear of pure overstimulation leak from the corner of my eye.
"Tell me... what caught your eye? And remember... I'll know if you're lying."
"It wasn't... it wasn't how she looked," I gasped, the words tumbling out in a rush of desperate honesty. "It was just... that she was interested. She was looking at me like I was the only thing in the room, and it made me feel... powerful."
Carrie hummed. "So you like to be watched, baby. You like the feeling of eyes on you, acknowledging how beautiful you are."
She brought the device back down, pressing the broad, humming surface against my core, holding it there until I was seeing stars. Then, the relief was snatched away. Carrie pulled the vibrator back, keeping it hovering just out of reach.
"Well," she said softly, kneeling between my spread legs. "Sometimes watching is even better than being the one being watched. I think it’s time you learned that lesson from the other side. Watch me, Alex."
My breath hitched. I watched, paralysed and pulsing, as she trailed the vibrating metal over her own stomach, down past her dark hair, and finally to herself.
Her eyes didn't leave mine as she found her rhythm.
A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips, her pupils blowing out until she looked entirely feral.
She was forcing me to be the spectator to her own pleasure while I was tied and aching inches away.
"Please... please, Carrie," I broke, straining against the ropes until the headboard creaked. "I give up. I'm sorry. Please let me help."
Carrie didn’t blink. Her free hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around my throat in a firm, grounding grip that forced my head back against the wood.
"No," she rasped, her voice thick with arousal.
"You don't get to touch. You just get to watch what happens when you aren't the centre of attention. "
Carrie’s breath hitched. Her jaw set, and a low, guttural groan rippled through her chest—a sound so raw and uncharacteristic of the poised Dr. Carter that it made my entire body shudder.
Her hips rolled into the vibration, her eyes snapping shut as she rode out the wave, her fingers still locked around my neck as her body trembled with the aftershocks.
When she slowly opened her eyes, she clicked the vibrator off.
"Stop being such a whiny brat and do as you’re told," she snapped.
The harshness made me recoil. I instinctively bit down on my lower lip, splitting the already broken skin. I let out a sharp whimper as the taste of copper bloomed in my mouth.
Carrie’s expression shifted instantly, the clinical fury melting into a terrifyingly soft possessiveness.
She let go of my jaw, her thumb catching the bead of blood on my lip.
"Tsk, tsk," she murmured, wiping it away with slow, deliberate pressure.
"Only Mommy gets to hurt you, baby. Not you.
You don't have the right to damage what belongs to me. "
She leaned in, her lips brushing against the broken skin of my mouth—a kiss so light and purposeful it felt like a brand. But the moment I tried to lean into it, she pulled back just out of reach.