Pressure wedged between my legs and his smile broadened, revealing his white teeth. “Oh, yes.” His eyes closed, but the smile remained. “All the way down your thighs. Perfect.” His hand lifted and he reached back to his jacket. “Let’s not scare the neighbors.” Michael pulled out a ball gag and I stared at it, panicked. I’d never worn one before and didn’t know what to expect. Although I was aware of what they were, I was clueless as to how it’d feel.
“Please.” Still, I sounded inaudible against his hold. As he dangled the red ball from the leather straps, I opened my mouth to beg some more. He used the opportunity to slip it in. I twisted my head, trying to shake it loose. Like an expert, he had it fastened in seconds. The full feeling was almost too much and I breathed out heavily through my nose, trying to calm.
“Shit,” he moaned, lowly. Michael stood and let his jacket fall to the floor. The muscles in his stomach hardened as he pulled the long-sleeve black shirt over his head. My pussy became wetter when he unzipped and took off his pants. His thick length was already hard for me. I could feel myself drooling at wanting to taste him.
His eyes raked over me as he began to pace the floor alongside the bed. I kept myself ready to fight him off, even though I didn’t want to. It was almost like a game. Just like the numerous ones we had played during our relationship. I’d hide, he’d find and punish me, and then take what he wanted.
“No, you’re not going to look at my face. You look right here.” He pointed to the A on his chest. “See what you’ve done, Anne. Face what you said you wanted.”
I turned my head away and he was on me so fast that I tried to yell. The vibrations in my mouth were barely felt as I thrashed my body under his weight.
“Look at it.” He held my head still, even with his chest. The red marks, still healing, caused more sounds to escape me. I couldn’t bear to see what I’d done. Couldn’t even look at my own wound. It hurt too much to remember how much pleasure I’d gotten out of that night. In the moment, I had been the happiest I’d ever felt. Then, the morning had come, and with it…horror.
“That’s all you, baby. I’m fucking yours.” He moved down, sliding his body against mine. “You’re going to accept it if it’s the last thing you do.”
Something between a cry and a moan left me as he wedged my legs apart to fit himself in between them.
“Now, I’m going to ask you a series of questions. If you lie to me, or I feel like you are, you’re not going to like what will happen. Nod if you understand this.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head instead. The punishment I thought would come didn’t. I’d braced myself for the pain, secretly hoping, and nothing.
“Surprised?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “You think I’m going to give you what you want when you tell me you’re having a problem accepting it? No, baby. Not going to happen. If you’re so hell bent on me hurting you, I’ll do it in doses to please me, not nearly enough to satisfy you. That shit will end so quick, you’ll be left with nothing but what I give you. And, you’ll take it, because you’re mine.”
I grew still, confused by not only his withdrawing what I wanted, but also the sadness that came with my darkness being controlled by him. Before, the threshold was limitless. Now it was restricted? I didn’t like the sound of that. Where was the thrill?
“Ah, what’s that I see? I think someone’s not happy about what they hear. Sorry, doll, you fucked up in more ways than you know. First off, you didn’t put your trust in me. I see no other way to gain that than to put it to the test. Second,” his finger pulled at my nipple and I moaned, “you say you’re out of control. That’s where you’re wrong. You have no control. Have you forgotten? I control you. I decide how much you take. So, what you’re really saying is you can’t handle what I give you.”
My eyebrows drew in, trying to figure out where he was going with all of this.
“Have you learned nothing? Or maybe what you did learn, you’ve forgotten. I see I’m going to have to refresh your memory quite often so this never happens again.” His chest lifted and he sat back, pushing my legs wider apart. I immediately tried to shut them. Pain flared as his fingers dug in while he separated them again. The slap to my inner thigh had a muffled sound vibrating my mouth.
“Now, leave them open. You’re not allowed to pretend you don’t want this when we both know it’s a lie. See?” His fingers traced up my slit, collecting the wetness that came from what he was doing. My hips started to rotate, but I caught myself. “You can’t hide what’s so clearly written in your eyes. They’re growing very heavy, Anne. You’re moaning every time I touch you. Just like before when you fought me. And, just like then, I’m taking charge. Me, because I’m the one in control. Not you. You control nothing. You gave me that long ago. Set it in stone when you made your vow. Now, open wide for Sir and let me see my pretty little pussy. I think it’s missed me as much as I’ve missed it.”
Was this my place? Where I was meant to find solitude within myself? I’d been down this road before. Let him dictate every aspect of the bedroom. The doubts were still there, but they all stemmed from not being able to accept who I had become. Could I just let go and put my trust in him completely? I thought I had. Maybe I’d just been so focused on what I was trying to control that I’d overlooked the fact that I never had any at all. He thought I was stronger, that I could handle the amount he was giving me; therefore, the threshold was vaster than I’d comprehended. All the while, I had been weaker than his perception of who I really was.
My mind twisted and turned around what we had shared and what was happening now. I held still as his fingers barely connected to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. The contact left currents of what felt like electricity zapping my clit, making my sex draw up in anticipation. They worked their way down, closer to my pussy, and the air thickened, suffocating me. It was so hard to breathe that I felt myself becoming lightheaded.
“Slow and deep, baby. You’re getting too worked up.”
Even though I heard the words, I could still feel my chest rising and falling heavily. Shaking took over and the tears poured down. Was I crying? Fuck, I was. What was happening to me?
“Hey!” Michael’s voice exploded around me and I felt myself rescued from the overwhelming thoughts that were pulling me under. “I told you to slow your breathing.” He leaned over my chest, cupping my face so I didn’t turn away. Little did he know, I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.
“Slow,” he said, coaxingly. “There you go. See? There’s nothing for you to fear. I have you, Anne. I’m going to take care of you. Make you all better. This…thing you’re going through, it’s just your mind trying to accept and adjust to who you are. That’s all.”
His face lowered as he tilted my head and began kissing the tears that had escaped. My eyes closed, my body flaring to life. Fuck, I wanted him so much. My legs separated even wider. If only he’d lower his body, I’d be able to feel him against me.
The kissing continued down my face, so soft and gentle as it traveled the length of my neck. Michael turned more on his side, bearing his weight on his forearm and knees as he reached between my legs and rubbed his fingers over my folds. The slow circles increased, adding pressure over my clit with each rotation.
“That’s right. Move for me, baby. Show me how much you want this.” A finger pushed into my entrance and I arched, accepting the digit to its full length. Another was added and I rocked my hips faster. “I knew you didn’t really want us to end.” The thrusts disappeared and stinging flared as he slapped my pussy. “That’s for scaring me. You better never do it again.”
His touch was back and with it, impatience on my part. I tried to move down. To take him deeper as he pounded his fingers into me. My release had been triggered by the pain and I was one slap away from coming all over his hand. But he didn’t give it to me. For minutes, he’d thrust, only to tease my clit to bring me closer.
“Please,” I tried to beg. All I made were more sounds. I ha
ted the ball gag. Hated that I had no voice in what we were doing.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
My head was shaking no before I even thought to make it. I was getting good at playing the victim.
Another slap against my opening took me right to the edge. “Yes, you do. Now nod your head like a good girl.”
Again, I disobeyed, but got nothing for it. At least, not what I wanted. Michael lifted to his knees, crossing his arms over his chest. The missing contact left me pulling at the handcuffs. I wanted to bring him back down, have him continue teasing me.
“When you’re ready, nod your head. Otherwise, you can lay there and I’ll…” he began stroking his hard cock, sliding his finger over the thick tip and using the pre-cum to add to his length, “I’ll cum all over you. You’ll get nothing in return for your stubbornness.”
I watched him move his hand faster, gripping around the thickness tighter as he descended and moved back up toward the head. My hips moved and I stared in fascination. He’d never done anything like that in front of me before. It turned me on more than I could have ever imagined.
“You’re wasting time, Anne. I have no reason to pace myself and having you watch me turns me on more than you know. Maybe I will make you wait. Maybe I’ll come back every night and get you right on the verge of coming, and then I’ll stop just so I can do this again.”
My head shook furiously. That would kill me. I wanted him. Need him to finish me off.
“No? Then, what are you doing? Nod. Your. Head.”
I glanced up to his face, but went back to staring at his cock. Fuck. I’d missed how it felt to have him inside of me. It’d been too long.
Slowly, I nodded. The twinge of weakness was extinguished the moment his hand gripped to my knee and he eased down, wedging his shoulders between my legs. The first brush of his tongue down my slit had me jumping at the initial contact. It swirled around my opening, just to come up and flick across my clit. What sounded like a deep purr shook my chest. Fuck, had that come from me? The thought barely even registered as he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth.
“I think I’ve missed your taste most of all.” Michael moaned and pushed his tongue into my entrance, over and over. His thumb rubbed over the top of my slit with enough pressure to make my legs shake. “Don’t move.” His hands were instantly on my ankles, pushing my legs up until they were on either side of my head. My muscles screamed and pulled at the position. His mouth was suddenly sucking against my folds and I breathed through the pleasure and pain, fighting what I knew was just moments away.
“Sir,” I tried to say. “Sir!” Fuck, I was going to come.
“Around me, baby.” The contact was only gone for a few seconds before I felt myself leaned a little more forward and his cock was stretching me wide. My feet pushed against his grip, a reflex from being momentarily stunned at how huge he felt. I wasn’t sure I could take him at this angle.
“What did I tell you about moving? You wanted to feel my cock. Now, take it. Every single inch.”
Michael withdrew and eased back into me, my wetness helping him slide in even further. I sucked air through my nose, heavily, at the ecstasy that erupted from the uncharted depth. I suddenly didn’t care whether or not he fit. I wanted him deeper. So far inside of me that I knew nothing but him.
“God, what a fucking view.” He spread my legs wider, still keeping them toward the headboard. I screamed, my orgasm triggered as he surged forward, burying himself within. The thrusts didn’t stop. With his entry came a pounding so hard that I could only catch spurts of oxygen at random moments.
The bed groaned in protest, mingling with his soft moans. I basked in them, even as I felt myself building again. They drove me on. Feeding the intensity of the moment.
“I can’t wait to come in you. I’m going to every fucking time from now on.” His hand let go of one of my legs and moved to my chest to trace his finger over the M that rested there. “All mine, forever, just like you promised.”
The words brought my eyes to my own mark on his chest. Something stirred at the thought that Michael was mine, too. What if he hadn’t made the commitment? What if he hadn’t vowed and started seeing someone else? There it was again…was that jealousy? Possessiveness? Yeah, it was. My eyes rose to his. So, this was what he felt…we were each other’s. We’d said so. Cut our initials into one another’s skin so it’d always be there. If anyone was to see, they’d know they’d never hold anything comparable to what we had. Somehow, I found myself content at that thought.
“You know I’m yours,” he said, as if he could read my mind.
I turned my hip more to the side and we both moaned as his cock swelled. Down I went, right back into my blissful abyss. Just knowing he was about to release inside of me had my own right within reach. I moved faster, met with his touch against the top of my slit. I longed to moan his name. To hear it as I shattered to a million pieces, but he denied me that gift. Showed me, once again, who was in control.
“Come for me, Anne. Do it, now.”
I obeyed, pulling at the handcuffs with everything I had. Letting them bite into my skin as I felt his hot cum pump into me in waves of powerful heat. My pussy clenched around him, over and over, trying to take in everything.
With one last thrust, he let go of my leg and fell onto me heavily. The gag was unfastened with his stumbling fingers and I opened and closed my mouth, feeling a dull ache in my jaw.
“Did you cut open your wrists?” He lifted his head from the side of my neck and picked up my hand, turning it at different angles. I’d forgotten pulling at them so hard. “Didn’t break the skin. Good.” His head fell back down and I let what had just happened sink in as the minutes flew by.
A frown came to my face. He’d take me home, now. Continue to restrain me to prove he was in charge. I was starting to see it. Had before, but not with the magnitude I should have. Still, would it be enough? I didn’t want to end up here again. Didn’t want to have the doubts resurface a few weeks down the road. What then?
My eyes grew heavy and I closed them. Michael’s cock still rested in me, somewhat hard. Would we go again before he took me back to the penthouse? As I wondered, I could feel unconsciousness beckon. His light snores and weight were the perfect mixer for my troubled nights. I was falling fast into deep sleep and, for the first time since he’d left, I allowed myself to get sucked into it.
Chapter 10
Michael
Anne may not have seen me, but she knew I was here. And, she’d dressed up for the little outing. The fitted black dress she wore came down just above her knees. The curls I couldn’t get enough of were pinned high on her head, exposing the length of her neck. But it was the black stockings and stilettos she wore that made me itch to pull her into one of the side alleys and pound her pussy senseless. If it wasn’t broad daylight outside, I would have. Little tease. She’d pay tonight, though. I’d make sure of it. No one went to a farmers’ market dressed to seduce. No one but my girl. All because she knew I was lurking in the distance, amongst the busy tourists and locals. Observing. Taking in every little thing she did.
God, she was gorgeous. I could probably do this for the rest of my life. Sit here and study every move she made. How her eyes scanned the area before she’d bend over, arching her hips just the right amount while she inspected the contents on the table. She’d flash one of those big smiles at the person selling the goods, dazzling them with her charm. It killed me to restrain myself. I wanted to be next to her. Have my hand at the small of her back, brushing my fingertips over the swell of her ass while she gave me some of the attention she was so eager to hand out to complete strangers. Damn, I was desperate to have her again.
Last night hadn’t been enough. Not after the scare I’d had with her leaving to begin with. I was so pissed and yet relieved when I’d seen her that impatience took over. It was almost impossible for me to slow down. Once my cum had filled her up, I’d crashed hard. My sleepless night b
efore had taken its toll and her scent, accompanied with my exhaustion, had kicked in, leaving me unconscious before I knew it. I’d woken up a few hours later to her soft breathing. How she’d managed it with half of my bodyweight across her was beyond me.
Quietly, I’d unlocked the handcuffs and tucked her into bed. She hadn’t even stirred. Hell, she was no doubt just as worn out by the situation as I had been. To see her cry as much as she did, broke my heart. Fucking tore me to pieces. If I hadn’t believed in her love for me before, I did after I watched her suffer without sleep and eating a meal she couldn’t even stomach. My girl was a mess. I may have been pissed that she’d left, but I was angrier at myself for not catching the signs earlier.
Now that I thought back on it, I could recall little things. Her outbursts. The looks of sadness that she dismissed. I’d been so wrapped up in work, I’d pushed it away. No more. Anne had my full attention and work was something I was finished with for a while. Every waking moment would now go to her. And, although I knew I could take her home whenever I wanted, I was more interested to see how she’d evolve on her own accord. See if she’d actually choose me.
The moment she’d left the house for breakfast, I saw her scanning the surroundings, trying to spot me. It made me laugh. Anne appeared lost. Confused. Well, she was looking in all the wrong places. Had she glanced up, instead of street level, she would have seen me in the window, kicked back, watching her from my own rental. Money talked, and I had paid prettily. But I would for her. She wasn’t the only one who could play this game. I’d be there, close, but not close enough for her to know. It was perfect.
Anne placed a few apples in the bag she carried and handed some money to the woman sitting behind the table. I rolled my eyes at the cash. My girl, fucking rich. Damn, I’d been angry when she’d told me. Not because she had money, but because I didn’t figure it out on my own. I knew how much she made with her online stores. I also knew how much she spent on merchandise and her bills. There would have been no way she could have supported herself on that income alone living in the apartment she’d originally had. She’d have been lucky to afford food, if anything at all.
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