12. Chapter 12 #2
The crop slid up the center of my throat and pressed beneath my chin.
“Look at me.”
I smiled instead and snapped my head hard back and forth.
Water flew from my hair and splattered across her face and spotless uniform.
Diego barked out a laugh before cutting it short.
The crop cracked against my outer thigh.
The strike landed on the same battered muscle, and pain ripped through my thigh.
“Thought you could use a rinse. Must be hard washing Ciro and half the men in the compound off you.”
She sucked in a furious breath.
“You think you’re cute now. We’ll see how amusing you are when I make you cry.”
She flicked two fingers toward the bucket. “Move it.”
Mateo lifted it from the crate and set it beside the chair, close enough to remain a threat. He shoved the empty crate out of the way with his boot.
She stepped between my knees and climbed onto my lap.
Bile rose in my throat.
The restraints held me in place while she settled her weight against me and rested one arm over my shoulder.
“Do you remember the house in Jersey?” she asked. “The sofa? The condom you were so worried about using?”
I kept my gaze lowered, fixed on a crack in the concrete.
“You came so nicely for me not that long ago.” She shifted against me, grinding her hips over mine. “But you never thanked me properly.”
My cock twitched beneath her.
Rage followed so fast it nearly choked me.
I didn’t want her. Every part of me recoiled from the woman sitting on my lap, but my cock responded to friction whether my mind gave permission or not. She’d count every involuntary reaction as obedience and use it to convince me that my body belonged to her.
Her weight moved over me again, slower this time, and my cock hardened against my will. Fuck. I hated that I couldn’t stop the response.
“There he is,” she murmured. “Your pride may be stubborn, but this part of you remembers exactly how good I made you feel.”
I gripped my hands behind the chair until the cuffs cut deeper into my wrists.
“Look around you, Lachlan. My men have all learned how to please me and how to accept whatever pleasure I choose to give them.” She leaned close to my ear. “You can learn willingly, or I’ll let them take over your training. They aren’t nearly as patient as I am.”
One of the men grunted.
“Pedro particularly enjoys breaking in men who swear no one will ever touch their precious virgin ass.”
I made the mistake of glancing to my right.
Diego gave me a slow wink.
Anxiety tightened beneath my ribs, but I snapped my gaze back to the floor.
The disgust wasn’t just that another man might touch me. It was that none of it would be my choice. She intended to use these men to strip away every boundary I had.
She dragged herself against me once more. My cock thickened despite the revulsion rolling through my stomach, and humiliation burned beneath my skin. I hated the response. Hated her knowing she’d caused it. Hated that the restraints gave me no way to put distance between us.
Her lips brushed my cheek as her mouth curved into a smile.
“Your cock is already learning, but that filthy mouth still refuses to show me any gratitude.”
She leaned back and waved a finger in the air as if I were a naughty child.
“That won’t do, will it, boys?”
“No, ma’am,” Mateo answered.
Diego’s reply came thick with satisfaction. “He should show his gratitude, Mistress.”
“Exactly.”
She caught my chin and tried to turn my face toward hers. I pulled against her grip, refusing to give her the eye contact she wanted.
“When I choose to give you pleasure, you will address me with respect. You will thank me by name, and you will remember that every response I draw from you belongs to me.”
“Nothing about me belongs to you.”
“We’ll see about that.” She climbed off my lap and held out her hand. “Mateo.”
He placed a stun gun in her palm.
Shit.
She pressed it against my outer hip.
“Say, ‘Thank you, Isabella.’”
I said nothing.
The gun cracked.
Every muscle in my side seized. My body jerked against the chair as pain ripped through my hip and shot across my abdomen. A grunt tore from me before I could stop it.
She pulled the gun away.
“Say it properly,” she purred. “Thank you, Isabella.”
I dragged in a breath and smiled through clenched teeth.
“Go fuck yourself.”
The second burst struck my thigh.
My leg kicked uselessly against the ankle restraint. The current stopped, leaving the muscle knotted and trembling.
“Say it.”
I stared at the crack in the floor as she moved the gun to my flank.
The third burst folded me as far forward as the restraints allowed. Pain clawed through my ribs, and a raw scream tore out of me before I cut it off.
If Mouse was listening, she’d heard it.
So what.
She could hear the pain.
She could also hear that this woman still didn’t own me.
The stun gun pressed against the tender skin of my lower abdomen.
She leaned close enough that her breath touched my wet face.
“Use my name and thank me properly.”
The next burst tore through me.
My spine arched, and the chair rocked beneath the violent jolt tearing through my abdomen.
“Say it,” she demanded. “‘Thank you, Isabella.’”
I forced air into my lungs.
“Isa—”
Her mouth curved in triumph.
“—beast.”
The smile vanished.
“What did you call me?”
I lifted my head and finally looked straight into her furious eyes.
“Isabeast,” I rasped. “The only name that fits.”
The room fell silent.