Chapter 4 Liam
LIAM
Her sweet taste still lingers on my lips as I wrap my fingers around her slender arm and tug her along beside me. She has been fairly cooperative and would probably walk with me on her own, but I enjoy having my hands on her too much to let go.
Eager to get her alone, I take long, hasty strides toward my bedroom, not caring that Aurora has to speed walk to keep up.
When we finally enter my room, Aurora looks around the space with surprise. I release her arm and move to stand in front of her.
“No prison cell for me?”
“I have one ready if you prefer it,” I quip with a grin. “Or you can sleep here… with me.”
Nick tried his best to talk me into keeping her in the small isolation cell for now, but I decided to keep her with me instead. It’s going to be much more fun this way.
She stares at me with her nose scrunched up and her eyebrows drawn together like she is really thinking about it. For a moment, I worry that she might actually prefer the cell.
After a long pause, she finally sighs before murmuring, “I guess this room will do.”
The corner of my mouth lifts up. “Great. Now strip for me,” I order, excitement filling my veins. I can’t wait to have her in my bed, naked, her small body beneath me as I pound into her tight cunt. My cock is already straining against my slacks, ready to be freed and used.
Her spine straightens slightly at my request, but she keeps a carefully constructed mask of indifference over her face. I know she is nervous; the quickened rising and falling of her chest giving her away, but she is trying her best to hide it.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she looks me straight in the eyes and says, “You first.”
I can’t help but laugh at her boldness. She is clearly trying to gain control of the situation. I shouldn’t let her. I should make it very clear who makes the rules around here, but something about her brassiness makes me want to play her game.
“You’re not in charge… but I guess it is your wedding night too, so you can take this as my gift.”
“How generous of you,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She is about to say something else, but her plump lips snap together when I start to unbutton my shirt. Her eyes lower to my chest as I push my shirt off my shoulders. Her gaze remains there, roaming over my skin like she is trying to map out my tattoos.
When I unfasten my pants, her eyes drop even lower. She watches me take the slacks off in an unashamed way, her expression curious. I continue by taking my boxers off, letting my half-hard cock swing in front of me proudly.
Her eyes widen ever so slightly before she quickly looks away as if she’s been caught doing something she is not supposed to.
I realize she is acting like she’s never seen a man naked before. Suddenly, the question hits me. Has she seen a man naked before? I know her father kept her sheltered, but she is twenty; she must have had the chance to fuck someone by now.
“Aurora,” I say her name like it belongs to me. I take a small step toward her. Her whole body stiffens. “You have done this before, right?”
“Of course,” she says a little too quickly with her tone a smidge too high-pitched.
It’s a lie. I’m certain of it. She is a virgin. Fuck. That’s definitely derailing some of the ideas I had on how tonight was going to go.
“You know I’ll be able to tell,” I point out. “Are you sure you don’t want to rethink your answer?”
She glances around the room as if she is looking for an answer hidden in my wallpaper. After a few seconds, she finally speaks. “What does it matter anyway?”
“Well, I’m not gonna bend you over the bed and fuck you from behind if you’re a virgin,” I explain. “I’m not that kind of monster.”
If she is shocked at my crude words, she hides it well. “Then what kind of monster are you?”
“The one that’s still going to make you strip.” I’m not going to try to fuck her tonight, I decide, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun. Maybe I can even coax a blow job out of her. Just the thought of her bee-stung lips wrapped around my cock has blood rushing to my groin.
Keeping her expression neutral, she starts to undress. She moves with efficiency instead of grace. Pushing the straps off her shoulders, she lets the dress drop to the floor and kicks off her heels.
When she is down to her underwear, she pauses briefly.
I tilt my head to the side, looking at her with raised eyebrows.
I’m almost certain she is going to fight me on this, but then she reaches back to unhook her bra.
The black lacy fabric slides off her body, revealing one of the most perfect pairs of tits I’ve ever seen.
My mouth waters as I take in the perky peaks, which look like they would fit in my hands perfectly, as if they were custom-designed for me.
Her dusty rose nipples are hard pebbles, ready to be played with and sucked on.
I really hope she likes having them played with, because I’m planning on doing so every damn chance I get.
She dips her fingers into her underwear and pulls them down her slim legs. When she straightens back up, she lifts her chin slightly, giving me a challenging glare.
Challenge accepted.
A grin spreads across my face as I take a moment to admire her beautiful body. She really is a work of art. From her silky golden hair down to her small, delicate feet and every single curve in between, she is breathtaking.
I zero in on the junction between her legs. Her pussy is shaved bare, her lips smooth and a hue of pink. I can’t wait to touch her there, to spread her open and run my tongue over her little clit until she moans my name.
She remains standing still; only her eyes follow me as I move around her like a predator circling its prey.
When I’m fully behind her and get a good look at her back, I come to a sudden halt. Lifting my hand, I swipe her hair to the side so I can get a better look.
There are scars all over her back. Her skin is marred from her shoulder blades down to her ass. Long horizontal and diagonal lines, some white, others red and pink, suggesting their age varies. What the hell did she have to endure?
I shouldn’t care what happened to her, and I definitely shouldn’t let this affect me, but seeing that she has been hurt like this seriously distorts the spoiled princess image I had painted her to be.
I thought she spent her life in luxury, living in her ivory tower without a care. I guess I was wrong.
Feeling a little angry and a lot conflicted, I slowly walk back around until I face her once more.
“I won’t touch you tonight if you tell me what happened to your back,” I offer, keeping my voice gentle.
She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she stares deep into my eyes, almost like she is searching for something. Maybe she is trying to figure out if she can trust me. With this, she can. I’ll keep my word as long as she tells me the truth.
“My father would punish me for misbehaving,” she says without further explanation.
“Misbehaving how?”
She shrugs one of her shoulders. “Mostly trying to escape… although the last punishment was for stabbing one of the guards in the eye with a steak knife.”
I make a mental note to watch her around knives while also digesting that she’s tried to escape, which means her father didn’t just shelter her; he kept her locked up.
“What did the guard do to deserve your wrath?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“He was not a very nice man.” She gives me another vague answer, as if she only wants to share the bare minimum.
“I’m not a very nice man either. Are you gonna stab me too?”
“Depends. Are you going to hurt me?”
No. But I don’t want her to know that yet. I like her like this: wary and on edge. I also want to know how far I can push her until she fights back.
Instead of answering her question, I tell her, “I want you to go lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
A small gasp falls from her lips. Anger and betrayal flare in her eyes. “You said…”
“I said, I won’t touch you, and I won’t. You’re going to touch yourself,” I explain. “I want you to make yourself come.”
Fury turns into confusion. “Why?”
“Because I want to know what my wife looks like when she falls apart.”
She scans my face cautiously, squinting her eyes like she is searching for a lie.
“That’s it? All you want to do is watch?”
I nod. Although I want to do much more than that. I won’t push my luck any further today.
“Okay,” she agrees, with a shrug.
Turning away from me, she walks toward the bed. My eyes are glued to her pert ass as she climbs onto the mattress and settles down on her back. With her head lying on the pillow, her hair spreads out in a golden halo.
Pleased with her willingness, I move to the foot of the bed for a better view. I already regret making the promise not to touch her, because that’s all I want to do right now.
She lets her legs fall apart, exposing herself to me completely. I groan at the sight of her pink pussy, while wrapping my fingers around my now hard cock.
“Show me how you make yourself come,” I urge, as I start to stroke myself.
Her always watchful eyes land on my dick and remain there as she slowly brings her hand between her thighs. Her dainty fingers find her clit, and she begins to rub small circles over it.
I’m mesmerized.
Aurora works her little nub until I notice moisture glistening on her folds. I tighten the grip on my shaft; pleasure builds in my groin.
Just when I thought this couldn’t possibly get any better, she brings her free hand to her breast and starts playing with her nipple.
Fuck me.
Precum leaks from my tip as I continue jerking myself off. My balls ache, ready to bust a load. Somehow, I manage to drag my gaze away from her cunt so I can look at her face.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes hooded, and her full lips are slightly parted. She looks like a fucking sex goddess, and she is still watching me jerk off.
“Are you thinking about my cock inside of you? How good it would feel to be stretched and filled?” My voice comes out low and husky.
She doesn’t answer me, but her fingers suddenly move faster, her breath comes quicker, and her hips roll slightly.
Oh, she is imagining it all right.
Just like I am.
I pump my cock almost violently, imagining being inside her tight warmth instead of my calloused hand.
Her thighs quiver, her back arches, and a soft moan falls from her lips as she reaches her orgasm.
Seeing her come, edges on my own release. Two more strokes are all it takes. Then I come so hard I have to grab onto the bedpost to steady myself. Ropes of cum spurt out onto my pristine hardwood floor, as waves of euphoria crash over me in a never-ending onslaught.
As the last remnants of pleasure ripple through me, I glance back up to find Aurora staring at me. Her arms are now by her side, her legs closed and stretched out in front of her.
“Well, that was… something,” I say, struggling to find the right word. “Don’t move.”
I give her a warning glance before I step into the attached bathroom to wash my hands quickly.
I stay on high alert, keeping the door wide open and my ears peeled for any sound of her movement.
I’m not putting it past her to attempt an attack or try to leave.
Though she certainly wouldn’t get far in either scenario.
After drying my hands, I return to the bedroom and find she hasn’t moved. Smart girl.
“Would you like to use the bathroom before bed?”
She nods before scurrying off the bed and past me. Disappearing into the bathroom, she closes the door behind her. I’m not worried about her in there since I made sure anything that could be used as a weapon was removed. Still, I get impatient when she stays inside for a few long minutes.
I’m about to check on her when the door creaks open, and she slips back into the room. I walk with her to the bed, where I pull back the blanket, revealing a pair of shackles fastened with a short chain screwed to the footboard.
“Are you serious?” She shrieks when she sees them.
“I don’t trust you enough to let you sleep next to me unrestrained, and I figured this would be more comfortable than sleeping with your wrists bound.”
“My hero,” she murmurs sarcastically as she climbs back on the bed to resume her position. Only now she is visibly angry. Her hands are balled into white-knuckled fists, and a deep frown line appears on her forehead. She glares at me as I fasten the shackles around her ankles.
“You’re kinda cute when you’re mad.” My words only anger her more. I can practically hear her molars grind together.
She turns her head away from me, as if she can’t stand to look at me anymore. Something about that rubs me the wrong way, but I chose to ignore the feeling. Grabbing the comforter, I pull it over her body and up to her chest.
“Do you need anything? Some water, maybe?” She ignores my question completely, not giving me as much as a head shake.
Silent treatment, it is.
I walk around the bed and get in on the other side. Pulling the blanket over me, I settle into the mattress before reaching over to turn off the light. The room descends into darkness.
Closing my eyes, I let all I accomplished today settle in. I did it. I avenged my family. Finally, everything I ever wanted is within my grasp.
Tomorrow, my new life begins.