Chapter 43 Scarlett #2
Without thought, I started to stand before I stopped myself, my insides twisting a little. I wanted to be obedient, but I had been so obedient to everyone my entire life. I wanted this to be different. I didn’t want him to see the same thing I had shown everyone else.
So, I forced myself to remain, already feeling antsy. “Why?” I asked instead, feeling my entire body light up with the thought of ‘what would he do now that I disobeyed?’
But anger is not what he showed. In fact, one corner of his lips flicked up, as if he were…proud that I had questioned him.
The last time I had questioned someone, I had been lashed. There had been hatred and rage, but not now. This was my new life, my new reality, and I really liked it.
He angled his chin, rose a brow, and slid his hands into his pockets. “Because I have gone almost five years without feeling a cunt wrapped tightly around my cock, and now that I have you, I don’t ever need to repeat that.” He pulled a hand out and pointed to the space between he and the desk.
My skin buzzed, my thighs pressing together. Without another second of hesitation, I stood, smoothed out my dress, and walked around the desk, poising myself in front of him, the scent of the sea filling me completely.
I was still sore, the Tylenol only taking a little bit of the edge off, and I was hungry, but I was hungry for more than just food.
The way he made me feel yesterday? I wanted that every day. I wanted it all the time. I’d beg him for it if he wanted me to.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” he ordered me softly.
I shivered and slowly turned around, sticking my hand out just enough to brush it by his hips. It was hardly anything at all, feeling part of his pants, but it was more than I knew he would give me right now.
I folded my hands behind my back, my heart racing as the cut across my chest pulled.
A second later, I heard the rattle of chains, and my pussy throbbed, my breathing picking up. I glanced over my shoulder just as Azrael released one end and his eyes found mine, that hunger filling them completely.
I turned back to the room, adjusting my stance, my thighs sliding against each other.
He stepped forward and I heard the sound of a click followed by a weight pulling down on my right wrist.
Azrael carefully pulled my wrists away from my body, forcing my chest to stick out, and started wrapping the thick chain around my arms. Around and through, around and through, all the way up to just above my elbows, forcing my arms further back.
I glanced down at my chest, seeing the way my breasts stuck out now, accentuated by the dress I had picked to wear this morning.
I found myself catching my lip between my teeth before releasing it. I looked good like this. Did he think I looked good?
He placed his hand between my shoulder blades and added pressure.
My heart skipped as I allowed him to push me down until I was bent over his desk, my dress pulling up towards the top of my butt, and pulling down around my breasts, my boobs spilling out over the top.
“No underwear, little sinner?”
No, there hadn’t been any in my closet. Just dresses and bras.
He stepped up against me, pressing my hips into the edge of his desk.
He leaned over me, sliding his hand up into my hair, tightening his grip, and jerking my head back, tears prickling my eyes at the pain.
“Full access whenever I desire,” he hummed, causing my thighs to tighten. “It’s part of my design.”
He straightened, releasing my head. He stepped away from me completely, and I couldn’t help but feel the disappointment fill me, only to feel his hand grab my ankle and jerk it to one side of the desk.
I gasped, feeling another chain wrap around it.
I glanced over, testing the chain as he moved to my other side. There was no give.
He grabbed my other ankle, jerking it to the right side, spreading me wide, my hips digging further into the hard edge of the desk painfully. I tried to adjust my wrists, to relieve some pressure somewhere, but my fingers were numb, and the chains had no give at all.
Azrael straightened again, stepping directly behind me, sliding his hands over my hips, sliding my dress up, revealing my entire bottom half to the room.
A room I was just remembering Havoc to be in.
I jerked against the restraints, turning my head, only for one of the black computer screens to block my view.
“He left when you asked ‘why’,” Azrael said, pressing himself against me. “I think he thought I was going to punish you. It’s their way.”
I released a breath, feeling the rough texture of his pants slide against my skin, feeling his hard cock throb. I whimpered, trying to push my hips back only for his fingers to dig into my skin.
“Keep making those noises, Scarlett, and you will be my unraveling.”
My head spun. That’s what I wanted. I wanted to be his complete undoing. I wanted him obsessed with me. I wanted him craving my touch every second of every day. I wanted him so consumed that he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, without me haunting his every thought.
He released my hips and placed one hand on the small of my back, pressing down until my lungs were forced to fill up into my chest rather than my diaphragm.
He slid his other hand between my legs, running his fingers across my sensitive pussy, pulling a soft groan from my lips as I instinctively tried to push back, wanting more.
But rather than sliding his fingers further in, he took them away, and a moment later, I felt the tip of his cock tease my entrance, sliding back and forth, pulling a deep moan from my lips. “More, I needed more.”
Azrael grabbed the chains between my arms and pulled my chest off the desk, pain shooting through my shoulders and chest, forcing a strangled cry from my lips as tears slid down my cheeks.
He forced his cock in a second later, the air leaving my lungs as he sank into me.
My head spun, spots dancing in my eyes. This felt different.
The direction his cock was going, the way it filled me, the thunderous ‘bump, bump, bump’ changing to something else.
I could feel it. I knew I could. Something was different about his cock.
All the others were smooth all the way around.
Wrinkly and hairy, but not like this. Not like this.
He pulled out and shoved back in, jerking on my arms, the pain causing my cunt to tighten around him. A sharp pain exploded across my ass. I tried to shove back again, but it did little good.
“Needy little whore,” he hummed, slamming into me again.
I whimpered, looking down at my own breasts as he started slamming into me, faster and harder. My boobs were bouncing out of the dress, and I could see just how hard my nipples were. God, I would give anything to touch them. Squeeze them, flick them. Anything for a little relief.
I could feel the bruises forming on my hips as he slammed his hand down on the desk beside me and snarled, pushing faster, harder. So hard, the desk shifted with every slam, my mind buzzing with the high of the orgasms he forced through me, my body taut and covered in sweat.
He jerked my arms back again, sliding his hand around the front of my throat, pulling me against his hard, hot body.
My numb arms were pressed painfully between us, one hand cutting off my breathing, the other gripping my hips painfully, but the pain was nothing—nothing—compared to the feeling of his body against mine.
I leaned into him, angling my hips, a cry leaving them as the angle changed slightly again. I could feel his fingers digging into my neck, his other hand digging into my hips, his hard body, his throbbing cock. More, more, MORE.
My head was pounding, my lips parted, gasping for air that couldn’t come, his head next to mine, grunting and panting, snarling under his breath.
“You fucking dirty whore,” he said. “My dirty little whore. We’re going to flood this world with blood.
Stopping hearts, cleansing as it was meant to be cleansed.
Tick tock goes the clock, my shadow you will be,” he growled, turning his head until his lips were at my ear.
“Tick tock goes the clock, my weapon of choice is thee.”
My mind was flooding with waves of dizzying pleasure at his words, at the way he delivered them. I could see it. I could see his vision.
Blood, pain, cleansing the world. I’d do it all. Anything he wanted, anything in the world, so long as he kept doing this. So long as he called me his dirty little whore forever.