Black Listed

by Shelly Bell

  Whoosh!

  She jerked against the restraints, air trapped in her lungs as the cane hit again, not on her other cheek as she’d anticipated, but right above the first. “Two. Please, officer, another?” she asked through gritted teeth.

  This time he didn’t make her wait. The sting spread, warmth suffusing her pussy. Everything throbbed. Her ass. Her pussy. Her breasts. Hell, even the soles of her feet. But rather than fight against it, she wrapped her arms around it and invited it in. Welcomed it.

  The world shrank until they were the only people who remained. Master and slave. Husband and wife.

  Floating from the endorphins released into her bloodstream, she barely remembered begging for the next five strikes or the pain that followed. All that existed was the pulsing in her pussy and the need to please her Master.

  At some point, she was vaguely aware that the beating had ended and Sawyer was rubbing cream on her sore ass. She sighed, enjoying the waves of bliss rolling over her.

  “I don’t think the caning did the trick,” he said, coming around to stand in front of her. “You enjoyed it too much. This was about teaching you a lesson.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, the thick head of it bobbing only inches from her mouth. “Maybe taking my dick in your throat will shut that back-talking mouth of yours.”

  Or maybe she’d talk back all the time so he’d have to administer this kind of punishment more often.

  Still riding on the high of her caning, she parted her lips. He fucked her mouth with total abandon, reaching for his own pleasure rather than seeking hers. She sunk into that place where satisfying her Master became her whole reason for living, working hard to give him the climax he deserved.

  In mere minutes, his come spurted into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, leaving her spent and tired. She closed her eyes.

  “Don’t go to sleep on me, girl. We’re not done. I still haven’t gotten the truth out of you yet.”

  After tucking his cock back into his pants, he released her from the bench and helped her to her feet. His arm around her waist, he led her to the chair. “Sit and spread your legs.”

  She sat demurely, wincing at the ache of her ass as it made contact with the seat, and crossed her legs at the ankles. Her eyes widened in faux innocence. “But you’ll see my pussy.”

  Leering like a dirty old man, he kept his gaze focused on her skirt. “Should have thought about that when you got dressed.”

  That almost got a laugh out of her, since he’d been the one to not only choose her outfit but to omit the panties. Instead, she played along and spread her legs, slowly, inch by inch, teasing him.

  He rummaged through the cardboard box, pulling out a silver vibrator and a strap with a pink jelly-looking thing hanging on it. He kneeled in front of her. “Spread your legs.”

  She heard his sharp inhale of breath and felt his hands trembling as he slid the silver bullet vibrator inside of her. She tried to stay quiet, not giving the officer the satisfaction of a moan, but her body slid forward a bit, as if begging him for more.

  He chuckled, low and dark, before reaching for the strap, which she could now see was a clitoral vibrator shaped like a butterfly. His thumb flicked at her clitoris, making it swell out from its hood, and he placed the butterfly directly on it before connecting the two ends of the strap to ensure it stayed on her.

  After going back to the box, he returned with some sheer scarves. His eyes blazed as he crouched, tying her ankles to the legs of the chair. He wound another scarf around her wrists and secured her with her arms behind her back.

  He had her just where he wanted her.

  Now what was he going to do with her?

  He whipped out his cell and jabbed at it. The vibrator inside of her began buzzing.

  She smiled, impressed by his ingenuity. A vibrator controlled remotely by a cell phone. She wouldn’t have expected any less from her techie husband.

  Standing in front of her, he crossed his arms. “Tell me about Chad Winters.”

  The smile slid from her face. “What?”

  Sawyer gave no reaction to her discomfort, his expression set into cold stone. “You conned him. How did you do it?”

  Black list.

  The words were on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t want to talk about her past. Bad enough she had to write out the names for him. Was that what this scene was about? He was using it to truly interrogate her?

  He’d honor her safe word. Would end the scene immediately if she uttered it or the club word, “red.” It would be so easy. So why couldn’t she get her mouth to speak them?

  Because he was her Master.

  And she loved him.

  He’d built this scene not only for himself, but for her. To give her the choice, yet pretend she didn’t have one. Somehow, dressed as an innocent girl, she found the courage to give him the truth.

  “I . . . ” She swallowed, the memory crashing into her. “He wanted a comic book, but he was cheap, even back then with all his millions. I told him I could get it for him for only fifty thousand. He gave me the money. I didn’t get him the comic book.”

  Sawyer stared at her expectantly, as if encouraging her to continue. When she didn’t, he fiddled with his phone again, setting off the butterfly vibrator.

  A reward for her answer?

  “And Corbin Draper of Colorado Springs,” he said tersely. “Tell me about him.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t remember.”

  He turned off the vibrators. “You mean you don’t want to remember. If you want me to go easy on you, you’ll try. Now what did you do to Draper?”

  Just like with Chad, she couldn’t remember much about him other than the con itself. “I pretended I was an event planner. He gave me twenty-five thousand dollars to organize his mother’s ninetieth birthday party. I spent two and pocketed the rest.”

  The vibrators flipped on.

  Despite her answering honestly, Sawyer’s entire body tensed. “Did you fuck him?”

  “No,” she whispered, on the verge of tears.

  The buzzing inside her grew stronger, a gift for her honesty.

  She didn’t want it. Her body was aroused, but her heart was breaking.

  “Ronda Sykes of Baton Rouge.”

  Tears stained her cheeks. “Please, Sawyer. I don’t want to do this.”

  He shrugged. “You’ve got your safe word. You remember it? Then if you want to use it, go ahead.”

  Hell yes, she wanted to use it. But he wanted to know about her past. So she was going to give it to him. “Ronda was my business partner. We were going to open a nail salon together. Once my name was on the account, I took the money and left town.”

  He arched a brow. “Business partners? Is that it?”

  “No.” Her gaze clung to his as she gave her honest answer. “We were lovers.”

  “There were more than fifty people on that list you gave me. Fifty people you duped with your lies. How many of those did you fuck? How many, Annaliese?”

  “Please don’t do this,” she begged.

  “How many?” he shouted.

  “Eighteen.” Damn him. “Forgive me. Eighteen, including you.”

  She sobbed now, the tears coming fast and heavy. He’d gutted her. Ripped her open and left her exposed. The caning, the humiliation, the forced blow job, none of that had hurt like this. Yet at the same time, she felt the heavy weight of her past lessen with each tear she shed. She didn’t understand how he’d known what she carried inside of her when she herself hadn’t known.

  He kissed her tenderly on the brow. “I love you, Annaliese. You don’t need my forgiveness. You need your own.”

  He loved her?

  Cranking the vibrators to their highest level, he gave her the ultimate reward for her surrender to him.

  The pleasure was brutal and unforgiving, the vibration on her exposed clit like a live wire, sending sparks dancing along her spine and causing her pussy to burst into flame. She screamed as the cl
imax tore into her without forgiveness, her shuddering body no longer in her control.

  Sawyer moved to stand between her legs, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb. “How many people have you called Master?”

  “Only you,” she whispered.

  He dragged his wet thumb down her cheek and to her lips, painting them with her tears. “How many people have had their whole hand in you?”

  She gasped from the memory. “Only you.”

  He tipped her head back by her chin. “How many people have you loved?”

  There was no other answer but the truth. “You. Only you, Master.”

  His eyes darkened. “You. Are. Fucking. Mine.” Claiming her, he kissed her with a ferocity she didn’t understand.

  But she didn’t need to. She kissed him back, tangling her tongue with his until she became dizzy. And when he unknotted the scarf around her wrists, she drove her fingers into his hair, pulling him to her, greedy for him.

  “I need to fuck you now,” he said roughly. Crouching between her thighs, he quickly untied the scarves from her ankles and removed the vibrators. He released his beautiful cock, giving her no time to admire it before he rolled a condom down the length. He yanked her to her feet and lifted her off the ground. “Hold on.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him for support. Kissing her as if there was no tomorrow, he marched forward, slamming her back into the wall. There was no warning before his cock thrust inside her eager pussy, hammering into her as if he hadn’t had an orgasm in days, rather than mere minutes.

  Her ass throbbed as it knocked against the wall, but it only served to heighten her arousal. His mouth was everywhere, biting and sucking at her neck, above her breasts, on her mouth. She was drowning in his love for her, and she couldn’t think of a better way to go.

  “I love you,” he murmured into her neck. “I love you so fucking much. It’s my collar on you. My ring that should be on your finger. I own you. You belong to me.”

  The words sent her soaring over the cliff and into a heart-pounding, mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm. Shortly after, Sawyer groaned and followed her into the abyss.

  Still holding her, he slid to the floor and shifted her so that she sat on his lap. He rested his head on her shoulders as they sought to catch their breath.

  He’d said she didn’t need his forgiveness. But what if she wanted it?

  Ever since leaving Chad’s house, he’d been so angry, especially when interrogating her.

  Did he have it in him to forgive her for her transgressions?

  And if not, what would that mean for them?

  Chapter Seventeen

  RESTING AGAINST HIS chest, she tangled her fingers with his, ready for an honest conversation.

  Sawyer’s lips brushed her neck, his arms tightening around her waist as if he never wanted to let her go. But if that was true, what was the scene really about? If he couldn’t accept her past, it was better to know that now, so she could prepare herself for the end.

  “Tell me why you’ve been angry ever since we left Chad Winters’s house,” she said softly.

  His growl against her neck sent a burst of heat to her belly. “I wanted to wrap my hands around that weasel’s neck and squeeze the life out of him.”

  She raised her head, snagging his gaze. “I noticed. That’s why I stepped in front of you. I didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret.”

  His lips turned down in displeasure. “I wouldn’t have regretted it.”

  “I understand you’re angry at him for hiring a hit man—”

  “That’s not why I lost my cool. I mean, yeah, he’s an asshole, and I’m obviously pissed, but it was more than that.” He let out a shuddered breath. “You fucked him.”

  The disdain in his voice broke her into a thousand pieces. “Yes.”

  “You fucked seventeen people for money.”

  “Yes,” she confirmed. How many had he fucked? How dare he judge her, especially after he’d just told her to forgive herself for it? “I knew if you met one of my marks, you’d look at me differently. You think I’m a whore.”

  He reared back as if she’d called him a whore instead. “You’re not a whore, and trust me, I’m not judging you for sleeping with those people. I can’t understand why you did it, but having sex with them doesn’t make you a whore or a slut or whatever else you think I’m calling you. I’m angry because he’s been inside you.” His voice went low and growly. “I’m fucking jealous.”

  She shivered, goose bumps running across her collarbone. Jealous? In a million years, she wouldn’t have guessed his behavior today had anything to do with jealousy. Sure, he was possessive, but at the same time, they were sexually adventurous and had participated in orgies together. Not once had he ever shown one iota of jealousy. Besides, she’d slept with those people before she’d met him. Before this week, she hadn’t had sex since they separated. Unlike him.

  She waved a finger in his face. “You have no right to be jealous. You own a sex club. Our marital vows didn’t mean a damn thing to you once I left.”

  He snatched her hand and kissed it. “Our marital vows meant everything to me.” He dropped the hand to trace her cheekbone. “I searched for you. I never stopped searching. I couldn’t move on. I didn’t want to move on. The sex club made me forget, kept me busy during the night so I didn’t have to think about you and how much I missed you. A woman who took my money and stomped on my heart. My friends tried to tell me it was all about the money. That you never really loved me. But I never believed it. And as busy as I kept myself, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I didn’t break my marital vows. There have been no other women since you.”

  She jerked back, searching his eyes for the truth. “How is that possible?”

  “I won’t say I haven’t touched another woman. There were a few times I’d help my friends with a scene, hold a woman down, caress her breasts as my friends fucked her, and a few times I’d stay in the room and masturbate as I watched, but since you left, I haven’t had my mouth on another woman. I haven’t had a mouth on me or even a woman’s hand wrapped around my cock.” He captured her face in his hands. “The only times I’ve come were by my own hand, thinking of you.”

  A dam of tears burst wide open. Tears of relief. “You stayed faithful even when I hurt you?”

  “Why are you crying?” he asked, wiping the tears away with his fingertips.

  “I don’t deserve you.” She couldn’t believe he’d been faithful after she’d taken his money and run. “It killed me to think of you with someone else.” She laughed halfheartedly through the tears. “Which I know doesn’t make sense, because I get off on watching you fuck other people.”

  He shrugged. “Don’t question your kink. It is what it is. And it happens to match mine.” He stroked his hand up and down her spine. “Do you know how jealous I was at the thought of you with another man or woman? It was unbearable. But once you told me that you hadn’t broken our marriage vows, I knew that you still loved me. And nothing else mattered but breaking you down until you told me the real reason you left.”

  But he’d honored her limits and hadn’t asked.

  She wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell him so damn badly. She could hardly remember all the reasons to keep it a secret anymore.

  Yet something held her back. That one string that tethered her to the past that wouldn’t let her go and sowed the seed of doubt that had been planted by her father years ago.

  “Trusting someone is like handing them a bomb. It might not go off right away, but eventually, it’s gonna blow up in your face.”

  “I’m afraid,” she admitted.

  “You think I’m not?” He had as much to fear as she did. After all, he wasn’t the one who’d walked out on their marriage. “We’ve all got our demons to bear. But you and I are stronger together than we are apart. That has to mean something.”

  “It means everything,” she said, dist
urbed by the pain in his voice. She might not be ready to cut the ties to her past yet, but she could help him cut the ones to his. “Tell me your sins, Sawyer. Let me wash them away and purify your soul like you did for me tonight when you told me to forgive myself.”

  He shifted her on his lap and leaned his back against the wall. Sadness filled his eyes. “You know my parents died in a car accident. What the press never released was the fact that I had been driving that night.”

  Her heart ached for him. He’d only been eighteen at the time, and unlike her, he’d been close to his parents. But she was shocked that his presence during the accident had stayed out of the media. His parents’ deaths had made Sawyer the youngest billionaire in the world. The press had treated him like royalty, following his every move and giving him no time to grieve. “You were there?”

  “I wasn’t just there.” He didn’t blink as his throat worked over a swallow. “I killed my parents.”

  She took his hand in hers to give him the strength to continue. “Tell me what happened.”

  Seemingly lost in the memory, he fixed his gaze on the wall across the room, avoiding eye contact. “We went to dinner to celebrate my graduation from high school. Everything was great. They were so proud of me. We talked about college and what I planned to study. They knew about my interest in computers, but when I told them I’d decided to go to Cal Tech to study computer engineering, rather than business at Yale, you could see the disappointment in my father’s eyes. Three generations had graduated from Yale, and he’d always expected I’d be the fourth.”

  “But Cal Tech . . . They must have understood that you wanted to follow your passion.”

  He inclined his head. “Mom did. She tried to reason with my father, but he wasn’t having it. When we left the restaurant, he was so angry. So disappointed. I’d shattered his dreams for me, and I was too stupid to care about anyone but myself at that point.”

  “Sawyer, there’s nothing unusual about that. Most eighteen-year-olds are incapable of thinking about anything but their own needs. You didn’t do anything wrong.”