Chapter 11 Chapter Ten
ARA
I quickly sat up in bed, the wetness between my thighs drying up instantly.
It wasn't enough that he'd taken my freedom away from me. He had to toy with my privacy, too.
I got off the bed, fists clenched, eyes roving around the room for any sign of a camera. Would I even be able to identify one if I spotted it?
What kind of sick game was Thayne playing?
As if on cue, the door slid open and I whirled around. Thayne waltzed into the room like he owned the place—of course, it was his fucking penthouse.
“You've been watching me," I seethed.
“You're more interesting than a television, Ara." He said coolly.
"First, you steal my freedom, then this! You're oppressing me, Thayne. This is called oppression!" I yelled at him, walking over to him and poking him in the chest.
His chest was a hard wall of muscle, and I realized it was foolish to even think I could do any harm with one finger.
“Is it oppression if you're attracted to me?" He asked, a slow dangerous smile playing out on his lips.
The smile caused the dimples in his cheeks to deepen, and I knew right then that I was a finished human being.
“I'm not attracted to you. You dragged me to a boring dinner night against my wishes. You treat me like I'm a toy. I don't have any privacy, and on top of it, New York bloggers are calling me a slumgirl!”
He reached out to stroke my jaw.
"You looking fucking hot when you're mad at me.” He said, ignoring the fact that I was giving him the evil eye.
His compliment sent heat crawling up my cheeks. I could swear I was blushing despite trying not to let it show.
“I want to see my sisters." I announced.
“Then tell me you're mine." He said without missing a beat.
"I'm not yours. I'm not a property to be owned.” I folded my arms as I spat the words assertively.
Thayne's hand went to my throat, squeezing gently.
“I can show you that you're mine without even saying it." His voice deepened, and his eyes darkened with the anticipation brewing between us.
Though his hands were wrapped around my throat, he wasn't squeezing tight enough to block my airway.
“Oh, really? Then show me, Braglord." I snorted.
My smart response seemed to trigger something inside him, because in a flash, I was on the bed and he was on top of me.
This was the first time we were in this position, and fuck, I wanted us to stay like this forever.
“Say you're mine, Ara,” he whispered, grinding his hips against me.
"I'll never be yours, Thayne Slade. I'm aaaaghhhhh!” The rest of my words turned into a low scream when he ripped the night robe I was wearing in one clean movement.
He flared his nostrils when he saw that I was wearing nothing else but the robe.
“Last chance, little lamb. Tell me you're mine before I take this to a whole new level." He warned in a strained voice, as if he was trying to hold back.
I rolled my eyes. “I already told you, I belong to no one, not even you."
Thayne narrowed his eyes and I heard him say, ‘Fuck it’, before his lips claimed mine in a soul ravaging kiss that made my toes curl.
He rotated his hips so his hardened cock rubbed my weeping pussy.
Thayne kissed me like he was a dying man and the elixir of life that would save him was inside my throat.
His large, calloused hands found my breasts and began to squeeze and tease them.
He nudged my thighs wide apart and tore his lips away from mine so he could feast his eyes on my pussy.
Next, he retrieved something from his pocket and my eyes widened when I saw the thick rope.
He caught my wrists before I could fully grasp what he intended to do and began to secure them to the bedstead above me with the rope.
“Thayne?" I called out, not understanding where this was going.
When he was done, he got off me and went to stand at the foot of the bed. And went to turn off the lights.
The room was immediately plunged in darkness.
“Thayne?" I whispered, my heart pounding for no serious reason.
I heard rustling of clothes, and the sound of a belt's buckle hitting the floor.
“Oh my God!" I moaned when the wet heat of Thayne's mouth descended on my pussy.
“He's not in the room, Ara. I am. So call my name.” He blew hot air directly on my center and my hips bucked off the bed.
I couldn't see him in the darkness, couldn't touch him, but I was sure he was naked.
He worshipped my clit, my pussy lips, teased me with his fingers until I was a writhing mess on the bed.
He slipped three fingers inside me at once and began to finger-fuck me, fast and hard.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Ara?" He asked, not relenting one bit in his thrusts.
“No one," I gasped out, unwilling to give him control over any bit of me.
Thayne increased his tempo and began to suck my clit as he fingered me.
The sound of his tongue lapping up my center and his fingers sliding in and out of me turned me on the more.
“Say I'm yours, Ara." His breath on my pussy was hot as he spoke.
“Never." I said stubbornly.
“Naughty, naughty, girl." He chided.
He withdrew his fingers and I nearly burst into tears.
He would keep doing this to me until I admitted I was his.
I heard the sound of something buzzing, and before I could ask him what he was doing, he pressed it inside me.
A vibrator. I tried to close my legs but he grabbed them, swinging them over his shoulders.
“Now, I show you you're mine." His deep baritone boomed in the dark room.
Thayne slapped his naked cock on my entrance and I nearly came right then.
The head of his cock was fat and warm, and it beat my imagination and dreams of what I'd always thought his cock would feel like.
“Please,” I begged.
“Say the words," He growled, rubbing his cock over my clit. The vibrator was still buzzing inside me, driving me to the edge slowly.
“No!" I couldn't.
Thayne drove his cock inside me in one smooth, single thrust.
“Aaaaghhhhh!" I cried out, shocked at the unexpected invasion.
Thayne's cock was a monster inside me, and I wondered how it was possible that my pussy had swallowed him.
“I'll make you wish you said the words earlier, little lamb." He said right before he increased the pressure of the vibrator inside me, leaned over, wrapped his hand around my throat and buried his cock all the way to the hilt.
“I'm not gentle, Ara, say the words," he said as he began to pound his cock inside me.
I couldn't think, couldn't breathe.
“Fuck, Thayyyyyne!" I moaned.
He increased his thrusts and when he lowered his head to suck one taut nipple, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
I didn't think it was possible, but Thayne increased the pressure of the vibrator and the speed of his thrusts.
The bed shook with each thrust, and soon I felt myself about to come.
“I'm going to -"
Thayne slipped his cock out of my pussy and removed the vibrator.
With the coldest voice I'd ever heard him use, he said, “You don't get to come if you won't admit you're mine."
I lay there on the bed, not believing that he would do this to me.
I'd been so close to the edge.
"We will pay your sisters a visit next week. And, Ara, I'm watching. I'll know if you fuck yourself with your fingers. If you do, I'll punish you heavily.”
A minute later, I heard the door sliding open and close.
Shit. He was going to leave me tied to the bedstead?
The bastard!! It would be a waste of time screaming his name. He wouldn't untie me until I gave him what I wanted.
I tried to free myself, but the rope was too tight. There was no room to move my hands at all.
Despite my anger, there was a shameless part of me that loved this game we were playing.
I'd gotten what I wanted, after all. I would finally pay my sisters a visit. It was one step at a time.
I tried hard to stay awake, but I was exhausted from Thayne's ruthless pounding, and I soon drifted off to Dreamland.
I was startled to find Thayne in the room when I woke up. Not just that, my hands were no longer tied to the bedstead and I was wearing a black night robe.
Had all of last night been a dream? In answer, soreness between my thighs let me know everything that had happened last night had been real.
Why had he left me naked in the first place if he was going to come back later to dress me up?
Thayne Slade was a complicated man.
He was staring at me with so much intensity that I wondered what could possibly be the problem.
His hands were in his pockets, and when he withdrew one hand, it was to retrieve something from his pocket and wave it in the air.
My thoughts screeched to an abrupt halt when I noticed that the object he was waving was a pregnancy stick.