by Marie Skye
I got in the shower, allowing the heat to relax my muscles. The scent from her lavender soap instantly made me hard. My dick didn’t care I was pissed. Fucking traitor.
Fifteen minutes later, I walked into our bedroom. Emmalin was sitting in the corner. She had changed out of her work clothes, and her hair was swept up in a messy bun. I wanted to take her hair down, wrap it around my wrist, and fuck her hard. It was taking all of my strength not to walk over to her and make that happen. She stood up slowly, keeping her gaze on mine. She licked her bottom lip and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The thin tank top she wore showed her hardening nipples, and the cutoff shorts she made— that probably shouldn’t be called shorts—had my dick at attention. Fuck. Me.
She stepped closer to me and opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but changed her mind at the last minute. My inner beast was ticking to get out. The gate was damn near broke. Fuck it. I grabbed her around the waist so fast she let out a sharp yelp. I leaned down to her ear. “It’s my turn. I need it, and right now, I need you to run. I need you to fight, because I’m going to chase after you, and when I get you, I plan on fucking you. Like you mean nothing to me, other than a sweet pussy.” She let out a small gasp before looking me in the eyes. They were filled with lust. I watched as she took one step back. Then another. Then she bolted out the room.
I took a deep breath and headed to the closet to grab a few things, putting them in my pocket. I grabbed my phone, setting the house alarm, and locking the elevator. I knew there wasn’t too many places for her to hide, but I also knew she would make it work. I set out quietly, listening for any sounds. I took a deep breath. The lavender vanilla scent she loves to wear was also the key to giving her away. I headed toward the kitchen quietly. I peered over the kitchen island when, out of the corner of my eye, she darted out of the walk-in wine pantry. She was fast. But I was faster.
She screamed as I caught her around her waist and lifted her up. Her legs went flailing as I tightened my grip around her. I used one arm to swipe all the dishes from the kitchen island and threw her on top of it. She tried shoving me off of her, but her attempts were futile. I managed to get the leather bindings around her wrists, securing her, then lifted her over my shoulder, taking her back to the bedroom. She screamed as I landed a hit on her backside out of pure enjoyment.
“If that was your idea of running, you fucking failed, Emmalin.” I flung her on the bed and before she could scoot away, I dragged her back down and flipped her over. I grabbed her bound wrists and hooked them to the side of the bed. I reached down and grabbed both her ankles and tied them both down so she was spread open. Then I took a pair of scissors and shredded her clothes.
“Motherfucker!” Her voice was muffled since her head was down. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
“I’m sorry, love, did you say something?” Before she could speak, I shoved my tongue down her throat, swallowing any words or cries she had. She let out a soft moan, and I moved off the bed.
“Seems you’ve been very bad, Emmalin.”
She looked at me as best she could. I walked out of her view.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson, because punishing you isn’t fucking good enough. Fucking bratty indeed,” I muttered to no one in particular.
She whimpered softly and pulled on the leather bindings. I ran my fingertips up her slit, and she shivered. Fuck, she was drenched. I needed to focus. I went back to the closet, getting what I needed. Something she’s never experienced, and something I haven’t used in quite some time. My cane. I grabbed it without giving it a further thought.
“Count them out.”
Before she could speak, I caught her hard just above the back of her right knee. She screamed out.
“I said count them out!”
She was breathing heavy, her knuckles white from clenching too hard.
In a shaky voice, she finally spoke. “One.”
I landed a second blow right above the first mark. She screamed again. This time she was definitely crying. I wanted her tears. I wanted to break her. This is exactly what I’ve been wanting to do since day one.
“Two,” she choked out.
I adjusted my stance and laid another hit on the opposite side even harder, this one turning red immediately. I smiled at my handy work. It was like a work of fucking art.
“Stop. Please.”
She wasn’t going to take ten of these, and could probably barely take the five I wanted to dole out. I ignored her pleas. She had a safeword. We both knew it. She could stop this at any time. She had the power in all of this. “What number was that?” I was already getting ready for the next hit.
She sniffed. “Three,” she whispered.
“Louder!”
She jumped at my voice. She started to breathe harder, and I thought maybe she was hyperventilating.
“Three!” she shouted.
She took a tearful deep breath and that broke me out of my reverie. I released her ankles and immediately sunk into her, and she gasped. She moaned and arched her back, causing her pussy to clench me. I gripped her hair as I surged on harder, never taking my eyes off her, and the fact that her juices were now running down her thigh. Taking a glance at how red her skin was, I gripped her hips tighter, reached around, and rubbed her clit hard. She screamed as her pussy started pulsing around me. I dug my hand harder into her skin that was surely going to leave my prints and let out a thunderous cry, as I filled her with my seed before collapsing.
We lay there, breathing heavy. She was still tied to the bed, hair matted, face still streaked with tears, and shaking. Fuck. I quickly got up, and got the arnica oil. When I walked back to her, I froze. The welts were bad. I went too far. Too fucking far. I did the one thing I was never supposed to do. Scene out of anger. Not only that, but I used the fucking cane. I quickly untied her and pulled her to me gently.
She leaned back and slapped me as hard as she could, before burrowing her face in the crook of my neck. I shakily put my arm around her. “I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done that when I was that angry. There’s rules, and that’s the number one rule. Never scene out of anger.” I felt my throat knot at the thought of hurting her. It wasn’t okay for me to do it, so it sure as fuck wasn’t okay for anyone else to do it.
She leaned back. I was preparing for another slap. “I didn’t like any of that, but I can’t figure out why that was one of the most intense orgasms of my life.” She looked at me, green eyes a bit glazed, cheeks flushed.
I tucked some hair behind her ear and sighed. “That’s because you’re a masochist. You have been for quite some time. I just don’t think you realized.” Her eyes grew wide and she frowned.
“Hey. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Makes us even more perfect.”
“Or it makes us more fucked up.” she quietly said.
I ran my hand through my hair. “Lay on your front.” She obliged without any remarks, and I began to work, carefully rubbing the oil on her skin. She lightly flinched occasionally. My heart clenched. “You’ll have some bruising, and you’ll be sore for a few days,” I said when I was finished. I started to gently massage her skin to get her to relax. For about ten minutes, she said nothing. What she said next took me by surprise.
“Is this what you were like with them?”
I momentarily paused. She’d never brought my past relationships up before. Hell, they weren’t even relationships; it was just fucking. Pure rough enjoyment. I got off on the torment. “Yes. For the most part.”
“Is that what you want me to be? Like them. Do you wish I was more like them?”
I froze and started to think back at all the ways I’ve been pushing her limits sexually, and then tonight. Times when she should’ve safeworded me but didn’t. Did she want to safeword me, but she was so caught up trying to compare herself to them? Have I been hurting her this entire time? Did I mistake her sexual prowess of wanting more as my own sexual sadistic mindfuck?
Before I could respond, she kept talking.
“Because I can try harder if you need me to. I can try being more like them. I can take more.”
Her voice was small. I hauled her up, gripping her shoulders tight. Probably too tight. Her eyes were watery. “Emmalin. Where is this coming from? Did someone say something to you?”
She looked down. She looked conflicted again. “Nothing. I was just thinking out loud.”
More lies.
Emmalin
Grayson wasn’t kidding about being sore for a few days. It distracted my boredom around the house. He worked from home, I guess to keep an eye on me. I was becoming restless. I was in the middle of rearranging the living room for the third time when my phone beeped with an incoming text. I cringed. I did that now, whenever the phone beeped, thinking it could be Carson. I calmed when I saw it was Edith.
Edith: Can we PLEEEEASE have a night out tonight???!!!!
I giggled. Grayson has been keeping me on a short leash lately, but I missed my girls. Of course, our last night out almost ended up with me and Grayson having sex in one of the rooms at the club. I was mad at him. I texted back.
Me: Sure why not. Send out a group text. I’ll find us a place
I decided, I wasn’t going to let Carson stop me from having a life. Or Grayson. I wasn’t asking him to go out. I was telling him. I made the short walk to Grayson’s office. He had just gotten off the phone, and I lightly knocked.
“You know you don’t need to knock, Emmalin. I’ve told you that before.”
I sauntered over to his desk. “I know, but it’s your office. Your domain.”
He leaned back in his chair, inviting me to sit on his lap. “It’s also our home.” I gingerly sat down, leaning into him. He wrapped his arms around me.
“I’m bored.”
He kissed the top of my head and chuckled. “I noticed. You’ve rearranged the living room a few times.”
“Edith texted me. A group of us are going out tonight.”
He paused. “No.”
I sighed. “Grayson. I’m not staying cooped up in this house because you said so, and for the record, I’m not asking you.”
“Your attacker is still out there. I’m not going to risk anything happening to you.”
“But it’s a group of us. The chances of anything happening is nil, right? We’ll all be together.”
He let out a low growl. “Fuck, Emmalin.” His hand tightened around me. “One of my clubs. I pick the place, which means I’m going to be there, and I don’t want to hear your complaints. There’s going to be extra security, so you’ll just have to deal with it.” He rolled his eyes and I smiled.
I kissed the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”
After convincing Grayson, it was a ritual that the girls and I had to get ready together. Our car pulled up in front of his club six hours later. ‘Elm.’
“Well shit, this one looks bigger than the last one we went to. Do we get to be VIP again?” Everyone looked at Edith as she took a shot of something Gwen passed her.
“Um, he’s the fucking King, and she,” Isabella jerked her chin toward me, “is the goddamn Queen. We’re the royal court. We go where they go. That’s the rules.”
I threw my head back and laughed. We had started drinking early. More so them than me. My stomach was still bothering me, so I nursed my wine.
The door opened and all of a sudden we grew quiet as Grayson poked his head in. “Ladies?” All of us burst into immediate laughter as Grayson gave us a curious look, then he shook his head and helped us all out the car. I was the last out, and Grayson took a half step back to look me up and down.
Isabella helped me dress again, and of course, she left little to the imagination when she introduced me to a rose gold colored bodycon dress that, if it wasn’t for the sparkles, would almost be flesh colored.
“My, my, my. So this is tonight’s choice? I’m glad I have extra security, but clearly it’s not enough for all the men I’ll have to keep from looking at you.” I blushed. He circled his finger, and I did a small twirl, since he was still standing close. He took a deep breath. “I’m tempted to fuck you on top of this car,” he growled in my ear. He pressed into me. His erection digging into my stomach. “Would you like that? Would you like it if I spread you out and fucked you right here in front of everyone, so they would all know who you belonged to?” I whimpered. He traced his fingertips down the side of my face.
“Hey, dammit! None of that; we’re supposed to be having a good time out tonight, remember? Not the kind you two are trying to do.” I groaned at the sound of Isabella’s voice. Grayson silently laughed and grabbed my hand. “Come on.”
Upon entering Elm, I was in awe. The beautiful crystal Chinese lanterns, the water fountains, the exuberant colors. “This is amazing. How long have you had this one?” I turned to Grayson as he closely watched me.
“It just opened six weeks ago. You like it?”
I nodded, still looking around. “I love it. It’s beautiful.”
He pulled me close as he guided me up the stairs. “Good, because it’s yours.”
I stopped in midstride. “What?”
“It’s your club. I named it after you.”
I looked at him in confusion. I watched as a waitress walked over, setting down drinks. She seemed to know what we wanted without any of us ordering. I smiled as I took mine.
“It’s an anagram of your name. I took three letters.” He kissed me on the nose, and I smiled.
“That was sweet. You didn’t have to do that.”
He leaned closer as he nipped the side of my neck. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Over an hour later, we were dancing hard. Grayson kept his distance at first, but quickly called in reinforcements. He got tired of being the only guy. Chace showed up with a few friends, and it didn’t take long before Chace glared at any guy Isabella danced with.
“We’re going back down!” I yelled over the loud music. Grayson jerked his chin over to a guy standing a few feet away to come our way. Anyone wearing a green pin on their lapel was security. And there were a lot of them. He escorted us down as Gwen and I made our way into the crowd. Isabella was already in the middle dancing with some guy. I couldn’t quite see his face. Gwen was twirling me around and Isabella sidled up next to us, laughing, and shouted, “Partner switch! I need a drink.”
I kept spinning, and spun right into the guy she was dancing with. Right into the arms of Carson. The laughter died right out of my face. His grip around my waist tightened as I tried to step back.
“I wouldn’t make a scene here if I was you.”
I looked back behind me. Both Isabella and Gwen were gone. I searched the crowd. Green pin, green pin. “I should’ve known you would dress like a whore; just like your mother. Definitely runs in the family.”
I was still looking around for the green pins. Too many people were in my way. “I want my money. You owe me my money. Do you have any fucking idea what I will do to you? How I will destroy you?” He hissed in my ear. I finally pushed him back and he smiled. I covered myself in my arms and felt the panic attack starting to brew. All of the people around me and the lights were starting to make me dizzy. I watched him sink further into the crowd, and he disappeared. Gone just like that. Someone in the crowd bumped into me.
“Hey! Where’d that hottie go?” I felt someone nudge me. I couldn’t move. I thought it was Isabella’s voice but I wasn’t sure.
“Emmalin?” She gently shook me, and I flinched.
Keep it down, keep it down. You can control this. Don’t freak out here. Don’t freak out here. Just breathe. Just breathe. Don’t let him win. Don’t let him win. I felt the tear roll down my cheek. Fuck. Keep it together. I heard someone snapping their fingers. What was that? Doesn’t matter, just keep your eyes down, you’ll be fine.
“Free champagne service, courtesy of Elm, at the second floor bar. Please make your way up, and our hostesses will gladly serve you.”
Loud cheering and whistles followed as the crowd started to ascend their way to the bar. A warm blanket was wrapped around me, and hands cupped my face gently. I shut my eyes as Grayson’s voice whispered softly, “I got you.”
I must’ve dozed off, because I woke up back at home, feeling completely groggy. I jumped at the sound of Grayson’s voice shouting from the other room. It was full of pure rage. My head was pounding, and nausea washed over me. I stood up carefully as the room started spinning, and walked slowly to the door.
“I don’t give a fuck. He was obviously threatening her. Scared the shit out of her enough that she completely went despondent.”
“She didn’t appear to be under any duress at first, Mr. Mandrake.”
“Don’t tell me she didn’t look like she was under any duress. Michael Leaks was clearly bothering her. No one should’ve had their fucking hands on her.”
Thank goodness the wall was there to hold me up.
“His name is Carson.”
No one heard me. Grayson kept shouting. I took a deep breath. I couldn’t figure out why the room was always spinning. I was tired. So damn tired.
“His name is Carson,” I said louder. Everyone stopped talking and turned to me. “Not Michael Leaks.” I took another deep breath. This time everyone looked like they were moving in slow motion. “It’s Carson Ross. He’s my stepbrother,” I vaguely heard myself say. I needed just a minute as I slid down the wall. Then everything turned to black.
