Chapter Thirty-Two
Irvin
I place my vape in my mouth and inhale, then exhale slowly. My gaze lingers on my princess’s naked body. I tied her to the bed, and she sleeps silently.
No more punishing her for disobeying me. This is about ownership. About how she needs to admit she belongs to me. I’m tired of the mind games. I’m tired of her living in denial about what we are.
She wants me—her lingering gazes, the way she got jealous of Judy when she claimed she’d be my mistress.
The way her face flushes. The way she leans into my touch.
The way she purposely disobeys me, knowing I’ll punish her.
She hides it from me. She doesn’t want to admit it to herself because she’s scared. Scared of what people might say.
She likes me controlling her. She wants me. The sooner she admits it, the better her life will be. She’s mine, and I expect her to start acting like it.
This reminds me of the night we first fucked.
The way she asked me to tie her up and fuck her.
Apparently, there was a rumor about what I liked, and she knew I wanted it.
It was bold of her to ask—and I could tell that was the only thing she wanted from me.
Not marriage. Not status. Not fame. Just sex.
She treated me like I was normal. Like I was a person.
People usually want something from me to boost their status.
After that night, I didn’t hear from her for weeks.
She saw me on campus and didn’t acknowledge me, like I hadn’t dicked her down.
That made me want her even more. So I stalked her around campus, and my obsession grew.
It literally drove me mad at times. I snuck into her condo and told her we were a fling.
She tried to protest, but I gave her no choice.
She loved it. During the day, she acted like I was a stranger, and at night, I fucked her.
Her stormy eyes flutter open, scanning our bedroom. The drapes are pulled back, and the sun brightens her body as if she’s laid on an altar, about to be devoured.
She grits her teeth, glaring daggers. “What the fuck? Untie me.”
I tuck my vape behind my ear and stroll slowly toward her. She watches my every move—the pulse thumping in her neck, her breath hitching. Her eyes lighting up like Christmas lights.
I sit on the edge of the bed and stroke her lavender hair.
I grin from ear to ear. “I bet you didn’t expect to wake up tied up, my princess.”
Her pupils dilate. She purses her lips and pulls against the straps.
“Please. Untie me, you dick.”
“Just admit you want me, Lilac. It can be so easy for you.”
She shakes her head. “Why would I lie to you?”
I chuckle. I spread her wide, her pussy glistening—wet, ready to be fucked.
She nods, sinking her teeth into her lip. “I’ll never lie to you. I don’t want you.”
My dick hardens against my sweatpants. I can’t wait to fuck her.
“Why are you nodding your head?” I smirk.
She yanks her legs, trying to free herself from the restraints. “Because I want you to fuck me, but that’s it.”
I grip her chin so her eyes meet mine. “You and I both know you want more than sex.”
She exhales through her nose, but her eyes are glazed over. She grits her teeth. “No. You have a good dick, and like I told you before, that’s all I will ever want from you. You can fuck me all you want, but I’ll never admit I want more with you.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I lick her breast, and she bites her lip, trying not to moan. This is more than sex. I will not give her an orgasm until she admits that I own her.
I kiss my way down her body, then look up at her, get off the bed, and grab her sex toy—the one she uses when I’m not around. I’ve heard her scream my name while using it. She did it last night. I grab my phone, pull up the video, and place it in front of her face.
“What is this, my princess?”
She turns her head away, and I gently twist her chin back so she has to look at the screen. “No. Don’t run from what you did to yourself last night.”
My name leaves her pretty mouth over and over again in the video as I watch her fuck herself with her dildo. Her eyes are glossy. She bites her lip. After she puts the toy away, she says she wishes I would fuck her.
“I was super horny, that’s all. Plus, you denied me an orgasm.” Her tone is light as a feather.
“What did I tell you would happen if you got yourself off?”
She rolls her eyes. “This is my body. I can touch myself if I want.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, babe. I own your body.”
I pull my dick from my boxers. “You have to suck my dick for lying to me, princess.”
She eyes the head of my dick. Her cheeks flush. She darts out her tongue and licks her lips. She shakes her head.
“You see the evidence.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” I say. “I’m talking about how you want me. You like that I control your life.”
She rolls her eyes as if she’s tired of repeating herself. “I don’t want you controlling my life!”
I tilt my head to the side. “Is that so?”
She nods.
I stroke her clit slowly. If she doesn’t admit soon that she wants me too, then I don’t know how long I can hold back from fucking her. It’s been too long for me, and I need to be inside her. “Okay, riddle me this. Before I trapped you in this marriage, you allowed me to take you out on dates.”
“You forced me on those dates, Irvin. I really didn’t want to go.”
I chuckle. “You’re saying you didn’t enjoy me forcing my way into your life?” I pause. “You purposely showed up to my place looking for weed. Lyrical and Winter could get you weed easily. Winter knows Keanu grows weed in his room, but you didn’t steal from him—you tried to steal from me.”
She pinches her eyebrows together. “I don’t know Keanu well enough to steal from him. Plus, Winter said the last time someone stole from him, he tied the girl up, fucked her, then shot her in the mansion’s living room.”
“Keanu wouldn’t have hurt you. He knows you belong to me.”
She yanks on the restraints. “You tricked me into this marriage! You think I wanted this? To be tied to you until death? You’re a lunatic!”
I rub the imprint of my dick, groaning. “You didn’t want me fucking other women, though. I purposely told Judy to come over and make it seem like she wanted me. You were jealous of another woman touching me.”
“Only because you said I can’t fuck other men. How is it fair that you can fuck other bitches and I can’t fuck other men?”
“I don’t want to fuck other bitches—just you.”
I slide my dick into her mouth. Tears wet her eyes.
She tries to speak around me, but I shove deeper, hitting the back of her throat.
My dick can’t fit all the way in her mouth, so I place my hand on the shaft and stroke.
She chokes and gags, yanking the restraints.
I continue jacking off in her mouth. My balls tingle, and my orgasm shoots up my spine as I come in her mouth. Some of my cum drips down her chin.
She looks beautiful with her face flushed and that hazy look in her pupils.
“You still won’t admit you want me.”
She shakes her head.
I shove the dildo inside her and turn the clit stimulator on the highest setting. She screams at the top of her lungs. She uses her arms and legs as she tries to thrust up and down on it.
“Stop, Irvin!”
“Just admit you want me.”
“Fuck you, Irvin,” she spits.
“Oh, I will fuck you, princess.”
She screams again, calling me all kinds of names. When I know she’s on edge, I pull the toy out.
“Please stop torturing me,” she whines.
“Just admit it, princess. You want me too. You like that I have control over your life.”
Tears gloss over her beautiful eyes. She stares at me, then drops her head, shaking it.
“Whatever you want to do to me… just do it.”
Without a word, I place the clit stimulator against her again and fuck her with it.
“Please keep going, Irvin.”
I hit the stop button.
“You motherfucker!”
“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want. Simple. My princess, I’m going to ask again. Who do you belong to?”
She flexes her jaw, and her nostrils flare, but her eyes linger on my mouth. She lays her head back on the pillow, tears streaming down her beautiful, flushed cheeks. The room is quiet except for the sounds of her labored breaths.
“You. I belong to you.” Her tone is sultry.
I smile like the Cheshire cat. “I want you to say it louder. So the neighbors could hear—if we had any.”
Her eyes narrow. “I’m yours. Always have been. From the moment you laid eyes on me.”
“Good girl. What else? Tell the truth, or I won’t fuck you.”
“I want you to control me, Irvin. I want you too. I always wanted you—from the moment we met.”
I smile, stroke my hard, rock-solid dick, then untie her from the restraints, and she flops down on the bed.
I thrust my dick inside her as hard as I can.
I pull out, place her ass in the air, and grab her by the hips, fucking her harder.
Her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my dick.
She’s warm, wet, and tight. Her beautiful moans echo off the dark walls.
“I missed your dick, Irvin. So much.”
I yank her hair, just how she likes it, as I continue fucking her raw and hard. Before I know it, my heart races, the muscles in my abdomen contract, and I pull out and come all over her stomach.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You are mine. I own every inch of you. Don’t you ever forget it.”