Chapter 41 Sexy as your ass

Chapter 41 Sexy as your ass


Next to where she kept his trinkets was a metal box. I flipped it open and found a pair of shackles with a two-inch chain. I hadn’t used those in forever. I forgot we had them. There was no need to keep her on such a short leash. At least before now, anyway.

When I first found her, she needed the shackles to feel safe. She was always ready for a fight. I couldn’t get her to calm down and relax. But then I put some shackles on her, and she thrived. She could rest. She wasn’t always in fight mode. It gave her the ability to recenter herself.

The more often I did it, the more she trusted my control. Until all it took was the leather straps on the bed to soothe her. Maybe it was time to take things back to the beginning.

That was when the front door opened. I shot to my feet and barreled into the living room, tackling her before she saw me coming.

“You know better!” I snarled. “Get off me!”

I pressed against her, smelling for Phio, but he wasn’t there. All I could smell was me and a pregnant witch. I’d been certain she was with Phio.

“You stupid piece of shit!” She shoved at me, but I refused to move.

“I told you that you were to sleep in my fucking bed!” I yelled, pressing her to the door.

She shrieked to get some space between us, and I slid across the carpet, getting a burn across my back in the process.

“You don’t own me,” she commanded in a quiet voice filled with something that unnerved me.

It was her tone. She wasn’t proclaiming that I wasn’t hers in a fit of rage, screaming and yelling at me. She said it as someone who grimly believed their words.

I was sick of her thinking that. I was sick of her thinking I wouldn’t take care of her. I hated that she questioned me. Even worse, I was starting to believe I deserved it.

She waved me off like she was tired of the nonsense and walked towards the bedroom. I chuckled, unable to stop myself. An unhinged sound that would send most running, but not her.

Her step froze and her back tensed. Goosebumps rolled down her skin.

For all her big talk and all her fit throwing, she didn’t move.

I stalked behind her, growling in her ear. “Take your clothes off or I will.” That was the only warning she would get.



M

y breath caught in my throat. My pussy clenched around nothing, responding to the harsh edge in his voice. We’d been together long

enough for me to guess what would happen next.

I didn’t tell my hands to undo the back zipper of my dress, but by the time I thought to tell him to fuck off, it was already falling around me. I didn’t move fast enough for him and he unclasped my bra in one movement and I let the straps pour down my shoulders. He used his body to push me to the bed, putting a firm hand on my back to force me to bend over until my face was on the mattress.

“Count it.” A belt jingled behind me. My core wept in anticipation, but I still gasped when the warm leather slapped across the backs of my thighs. The sharp sting made my clit throb with need.

“One,” I whispered, so he wouldn’t hear my desire. It was bad enough he could smell it. Each spank made the need growing in my gut angrier until I finally whispered, “Fifteen.”

“If you fight me, you’ll regret it.” Another night chained to the headboard for me.

The nightstand drawer opened, then he yanked my hands behind me. Oh shit. He was pulling out the big guns.

A soft rope that was made of indestructible serpent skin wrapped around my wrists. Once my hands were safely bound, he tied a blindfold around my eyes, dipping me in darkness.

“You dick!” When my mouth opened to scream, a ball gag was stuffed in my mouth. I groaned in annoyance. Great. Now all my insults would be wasted in my thoughts.

I rolled my eyes. Also wasted because he couldn’t see it. I kicked, but he tied the knots every few inches around my legs, binding them together. The rope caressed my skin every time I moved even an inch. His firm fingers gave me no real wiggle room while he trussed me up like a hog.

Another night spent with my thoughts, I amended my previous assumption. I didn’t want that. By the time he tossed me onto the bed, I was resigned to my fate.

Damn it.

The bed creaked beside me as he sat down, smelling my hair. A sigh of relief left him as he draped me across him. His arms snaked around me like the restraints. His security swaddled me, and I did everything I could to resist melting in his arms.

His safety was unreliable, and the second I believed in him was the second my heart would be rebroken.

“I’m not yours.” The gag muffled my words, but that didn’t matter. It was more of a reminder for myself than for him.

His teeth sunk into my mating mark. A typhoon of pleasure flooded me, but the orgasm gave me absolutely no relief. All it did was make my need that much worse. A constant pressure that wouldn’t go away.

He growled as he tightened his jaw around me, sending another wave of his magic through me. As well as another round of pulsing bliss that turned to agony as soon as it passed.

“Kam,” I cried.

He groaned like I’d swallowed one of his cocks and the clear approval made my body tingle. He tucked his nose to my mark, inhaling like I was his drug. When his lips pressed a gentle kiss to it, my stupid heart fluttered. His rough fingers followed the lines of the mark with softness reserved for worship.

“There we go.”

I cried into his shoulder. I tensed my thighs and shifted the best I could, but nothing relieved the pressure between my legs.

“What are the rules?” he growled.

“Sleep here.” I hoped he understood me. I’d wanted him to understand a modicum of what he’d done to me, but all I did was screw myself over.

“I will tolerate any tantrum you throw, but you will never do that again.” He grabbed my chin with bruising force. Even through the blindfold, his piercing stare managed to wrap around me and steal my breath away.

He released me and I flopped back against his chest.

“I heard you. Loud and clear. You’re mad that my rule only applies to you.” He was calmer now. His fingers rubbed on my mark again. I bit the gag to make sure my lips didn’t quiver and held the tears at bay. “That I left you on less than a moment’s notice to do Balthazar’s bidding, and that was how I ended up in prison.”