Chapter 10 Chapter 10
He was planning to humiliate me more.
"Beg me to touch you."
His words replayed in my head, 'I won't touch you until you don't beg me.'
He shrugged out of his coat slowly and started unbuttoning his shirt, all the while keeping his eyes on me. He waited for me to sell another part of my pride while unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his pants.
Both of us were now only in our undergarments.
“Without begging, I won’t touch you.”
He picked up my coat, slid another stack of money into its pocket, and placed it on the nightstand where I couldn’t miss it.
“And without touching you,” his gaze flicked to my face, “I won’t pay you more.”
He placed it on the nightstand for me to see clearly.
That's not enough!
I need more.
My eyes flicked to him to find a glass of whiskey in his hand.
I inhaled deeply and parted my lips to beg, but nothing came out of my mouth. The weight in my chest made it hard to breathe.
He dropped a few ice cubes into the glass, took a slow sip, and watched me as if I were nothing more than his evening’s entertainment.
"Touch me, please," I finally managed to breathe out. Every word tasted like venom.
Tsk.
He clicked his tongue softly, lifting the glass.
“It didn’t hit.”
He turned away, poured more whiskey, then glanced over his shoulder.
“Try harder.”
My fingers curled into the sheets beneath me as humiliation burned my skin. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
Holding my gaze, he walked to me with the whiskey in his hand.
"Beg me before I change my mind," he smirked.
It felt as if something heavy was crushing my chest. I can't breathe, yet I had to force myself to follow his orders because I had willingly given myself to him.
"I beg you to touch me." I pulled on the handcuffs slightly and moved my body like a woman in heat "... Daddy."
And this time it hit!
His body went still, his jaw tightened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. And nothing went unnoticed by me.
I smiled internally.
No matter what he says, I still have control over him.
Slowly, he set the whiskey down on the side table.
“You really do know how to play the game,” he chuckled quietly.
He dipped his fingers into the drink, lifted out an ice cube, and before I could react, pressed it against the sensitive hollow of my neck.
A soft moan passed my lips without my consent.
“But I play it better,” he chuckled
The tip of his hot finger slightly touched my ice-cold nerve, and I shuddered. It sent jolts of electricity directly to my core.
“No.” His voice snapped when my legs moved instinctively, “No movement without my permission.”
I let out a breath and stopped moving because I knew what it could cost.
The ice lingered at my neck, melting slowly against my hot skin, sending sharp, traitorous shivers down my spine while Lucien watched it.
Slowly, he dragged the cube along the curve of my throat, making me gasp.
He still remembered my body too well.
I pressed my lips together, trying to control my raging nerves, but his lips curved faintly when my breath hitched despite my efforts. He was satisfied with how sensitive my body still was to his touch.
“I could blindfold myself,” he said calmly, “and still know exactly where to touch.”
An icy drop slid down the valley of my breast, making me arch my body.
“You can pretend all you want, but your body remembers me."
A triumphant smirk plastered on his face. I parted my lips to give it back to him when suddenly my phone started buzzing.
It made him stop.
His smirk only widened when he pulled it out of my coat and stared at the screen.
"What perfect timing," he chuckled
He turned the screen to me.
Adrian?
For a second, I thought he would reject it, but his next command took me off guard.
"Talk to him."
My eyes widened and snapped at him in disbelief. Before I could argue he picked up the call and put it on the speaker.
He placed the phone beside me, pulled out another ice cube from the glass, and popped it in his mouth.
“H-hello,” I breathed out, trying to sound normal in this heated situation.
“Hello, Cynthia. Where are you?” Adrian's voice was full of concern.
I forgot to answer Adrian when Lucien climbed up on the bed and took my body in between his knees. He held the ice cube in between his teeth and leaned down.
I inhaled sharply when he skimmed my stomach with the ice cube, stealing the air from my lungs. His lips slightly brushed my skin.
“Cynthia?” Adrian’s voice sharpened. “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes,” I managed, forcing steadiness into my tone. “I’m fine. I’m working. I’ll be back in two hours.”
Lucien looked up at me with dark eyes and a mocking smirk on his lips.
He straightened slightly, picked up his whiskey glass, and tilted it slightly, letting a few drops of whiskey fall into my navel. It sent shivers straight down my thighs. I had to press my lips together. Hard.
"Fuck" Lucien groaned as he dipped his tongue in my navel to taste the whiskey. "Just perfect"
My heart slammed against my chest as it became hard for me to breathe and control my illicit sounds.
I felt ashamed of myself. How can I enjoy this when my baby is fighting for her life?
"Cynthia!" Adrian's voice snapped me out of my hazy world. "Tell me exactly where you are! What are you doing?" He sounded frustrated
"Please, Adrian," I requested, "Wait for me. I will tell you everything."
And with that Lucien ended the call. I let out a breath of relief, but it was short-lived.
“What will you tell your husband, hmm?” Lucien asked mockingly.
Slowly and deliberately, he brushed his knuckles along both sides of my neck, before trailing down my shoulders and sliding along my sides.
"This?" He asked in a rough voice.
"Or..."
He grabbed my waist tightly and pinned my body against his bed.
"...This"
A gasp tore out of me.
My breathing turned uneven as his hand moved up to my breasts. Slowly, he pulled down the cups, all the while his eyes were on my face only.
I sucked in a deep breath when his fingers clamped around my nipples without even looking at them, as if he didn’t need to look to know exactly where to touch.
A loud moan passed my lips when he pinched them cruelly and pulled them.
“You should tell him this,” he said calmly.
“Lucien…” I moaned, tugging weakly against the restraints.
"Yes," he grabbed my breasts, squeezing, weighing them, "Tell him how you were moaning my name in my bed."
“Ahh—” My back arched despite myself when he rubbed them together.
"Shamelessly," he added.
My cheeks turned red in humiliation. And I hated the fact that my body betrayed me.
He leaned down, stopping just a breath away from my lips. I caught the war flickering in his eyes as his gaze dropped to my trembling mouth. Our hot breaths mingled as our hearts beat in the same rhythm.
But then he clicked his tongue.
In one smooth motion, he released my wrists from the restraints only to steal my relief a second later with his next command.
"On all your fours."