Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Leith
I unlock our cabin, toss the keycard on the table, and waltz over to the bar to pour a whisky.
“Drink?” I expect she’ll say no.
“Aye.” She knots her arms across her chest, her glare boring holes in my back.
I smile, turning about. “What were you thinking of as you sucked him off, Flame?”
Her jaw clicks shut tightly. “It’s what I’m thinking of now you should be concerned about.”
Time to crush that defiance.
I ease into the armchair, sprawl my legs, and look at her through hooded eyes. “Kneel at my feet.”
Her mouth slacks. “What?”
Leaning back, I take a sip of my drink. “You heard me.”
She gapes at me for a moment before sinking to her knees and sitting back on her haunches between my feet.
I stroke the top of her head. “Good girl. You remember.”
I give the orders, you obey.
A blush singes her cheeks, and she lowers her gaze. She’s in a submissive headspace.
When I’ve handed her her whisky, she takes a gulp and lifts her eyes to mine. “How do you know about Aaron Frye?”
I’m good at controlling my temper, but in this one instance I can’t answer for my actions. Hearing his name on her lips makes me livid. I clench a fist in my lap. “Answer my earlier question.”
“I was thinking of you,” she blurts.
“Wishing it was me?”
“It was you!”
I lean forward and wrap my fingers around her throat. “How far would you have let him go?” Her breath hitches as I slip my hand into her blouse and fondle a breast. “If he’d ordered you to take off your shirt and bra, would you have done so?”
“A-aye,” she falters, gasping as I graze my thumb over her pebbled nipple.
“Then you can scarcely deny me, your husband.” Smiling, I sit back. “Remove your blouse and bra.”
Blinking, she sets her drink down and complies, revealing two perfect, plump breasts with violet areolas and rosy nips saluting me. Her smooth, peaches-and-cream skin makes me salivate, and her flat belly tapering to round, flared hips is worthy of a song.
I run my thumb over my lips, drinking her in. “What else would you have done for your killer?” I tilt her chin up with one finger. “Would you have shucked your skirt and panties?”
“Mibbe.” Gazing into my eyes this closely, she can’t lie.
“Then do so for me now. Without standing.”
She unzips her skirt and works it over her head. Hooking her thumbs over the elastic of her panties, she wriggles out of them without rising.
I move my index finger back and forth in the air. “Thighs apart.”
Flushing more deeply, she obliges, baring her gorgeous pussy.
My dick is harder than a baseball bat and aches to be released from its confines. But I relish the discomfort, as it’ll make my pleasure all the greater when it comes.
“Eyes on me, and palms facing the ceiling over your thighs.”
Once more she obeys, her tender lips parting and her chest heaving.
“Now, Flame, what did you come to see me about two weeks ago?” I drain my drink and fix her with a gimlet eye.
She closes her eyes briefly, and when she opens them, they’re full of anguish.
“I came because someone . . .” Lowering her gaze, she moistens her lips with her tongue.
“Four years ago, when I was at uni, my friend Grizel and I were at a party.” Tears well in her eyes, and she catches her lower lip in her teeth.
“Grizel and another guy wanted to do a consensual non-consent scene in another room, so I went in with them. The guy’s friend came along too.
” She swallows, her gaze flicking to the ceiling.
“I remember the men were both muscular, and Grizel’s wore khaki cargo trousers.
He had a hawk nose and five o’clock shadow on his jaw. Mine had tattoos.”
“Yours?” I sense where this is going.
“When we got in the room, the guy who came with me locked the door and turned off the light.” As she squeezes her eyes shut, tears roll down her cheeks.
“They held us down, gagged us, and exposed themselves, preparing to force us. I could tell from Grizel’s look of fear as she stared across at me that she wanted out.
But she couldn’t say her safe word, because he had his hand over her mouth.
The man who tried to force me used a knife and duct tape. ”
“Tried to force,” I repeat.
“Aye. At the last minute a third man entered who looked scarily like me. He said, Enough. We have enough information for the experiment. Stop now.”
The experiment.
“And they did?”
She nods. “They left us in the room, and Grizel and I just lay there for a while. Then I crawled to a stand and slowly straightened up. I convinced her we should report this to the police.” A faraway look enters Iona’s watery eyes.
“At the station, I remembered much more about Grizel’s guy than she did—or than I recalled about .
. . mine. Since she was nervous and reluctant to be there, I reminded her what her man looked like and what he wore.
Each of us did one lineup identification for each man.
I chose the guy who looked most like Grizel’s assailant.
But I couldn’t see a resemblance in any of the men to my attacker. ”
“And Grizel’s assaulter was . . .”
“Aaron Frye,” she pronounces without hesitation. “Since it turned out he was already mixed up with criminals and had done two prison sentences, I figured his friend was likely also part of the underworld. So I came to you to find him, since you had extensive contacts and experience with criminals.”
I tamp down my fury at her misidentifying Aaron. “You’ve been looking for him this whole time?”
She bobs her head. “I know it sounds foolish. But I’ve never felt I could be at peace till I located him.”
“And brought him to justice as you did Grizel’s assailant,” I finish for her, keeping my tone even.
“Aye.” She wipes a tear from each cheek.
She really has no idea what she’s done. That doesn’t give her a free pass, but now isn’t the time to deal with my revenge.
Suddenly I want to ravage her till I’ve fucked her fears out of her. “Have you gotten yourself off thinking of me?”
Surprise and shame are splashed across her features at my change of subject. “Aye.”
“Show me.”
Gnawing her lower lip, she rolls to her feet, pads to the bed, and lies crosswise over it, placing two fingers on her clit. My cock springs up and throbs against the fabric of my trousers.
I walk to the side closest to her head and grab her arms, pulling them over her head. “Now I’m going to do all that, Flame.” Closing the en-suite door, I use my belt to fasten her wrists to the doorknob. “Your pleasure is mine to give or withhold. Understood?”
“Aye,” she acquiesces in a throaty voice.
I round the bottom of the bed, seize her right ankle, and tie it to the bedpost with a length of rope from my pocket. “Do you trust me to make it good?”
Her brilliant eyes meet mine. “Aye.”
“I want you to scream my name so loudly we wake up the whole train. Clear?”
Roguish excitement sparks in her eyes. “Aye.”
I drag the armchair over and use another length of rope to secure her left ankle to the armrest. “I won’t be gentle, Iona.”
“Okay.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“No.”
I suppress a smile. “I’m not going to use protection.” If she gets pregnant, I’ll spare her life a little longer. The idea of breeding her sets my balls tingling. “Are you clean?”
“Aye.”
Enough questions. Her ripe pussy is begging to be fucked. I make fast work of my clothes, tossing them haphazardly here and there. Her gaze roves over my body with a hunger that makes my tip leak.
Crawling over her, I latch onto a peaked nipple and suck hard. She cries out before I stroke it with my tongue and blow on it. I repeat this on the other side, priming her for what’s to come.
I sink my teeth into her tender neck, leaving an angry purple bite.
“Mine. I’m going to mark your whole body, so no one will mistake whom you belong to.
” A whimper falls from her lips as I dig my fingers into her hips and thighs, knowing they’ll make bruises she’ll feel for the next few days.
“I’ll leave you so sore you can barely walk. ”
Lining my tip up with her entrance, I slam home in one crude thrust. A scream rends the air, and she judders in her confines.
“Keep your eyes on me, and don’t even think of coming till I give you permission.
” I pull out slowly and bang my hips into her again to the sound of unearthly wails.
She’s so snug, so silky and warm, I could live inside her.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” I retreat and bottom out again, touching her cervix.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum till it’s spilling from your sweet cunt. ”
Soon my strokes grow savage, merciless, and exacting. I drive so deep a few times I don’t even know if I’ll emerge again. She’s so fucking tight.
Each time I brutally pound her pussy, her hips jump as far as the ropes will let her, and she writhes and moans.
Her eyes glaze over, and her mouth falls open on a helpless cry. “Please, Leith.”
“Not yet, sweetheart.” I’ll train her in how to hold out and come on command.
She thrashes her head from side to side. “Oh, God.”
“What did I say about bringing God into it?” I ram her with extra force. “This is between you and me, Flame.”
“Fuck! Leith!” She grits her teeth, forcing herself to look at me with frenzy. “Please!”
Smirking, I clap a hand over her mouth and nose, cutting off her air supply, and continue fucking her. Her eyes blow wide, and her face turns scarlet. Beneath my hand she mutters muffled protests.
“In case you thought tonight was your two punishments, you’re sorely mistaken. Those are still upcoming.” I plunge to the back of her depths and release a groan, taking my hand off her mouth and nose.
This time her scream is euphoric, like the feeling that jets up my spine to my scalp. In releasing my hot spend inside her, I plan to use her, ruin her, and breed her. I may dispose of her in time, but for now, she’s serving my purposes—revenge and pleasure.