I push a finger into her, and she’s not lying. “For who?” I ask.
“You.” She wiggles her shoulders, trying to relieve her hands restrained behind her back.
“Whose girl are you?” I ask, shoving another one into her.
She gasps, her tits bouncing at the motion while she spreads her legs farther apart for me. “Yours.”
“Mine,” I remind her as I start finger-fucking her while she sits in the passenger seat of my car.
She cries out, her legs shifting on the seat, her hips bucking and head banging on the headrest. I don’t gag her. I like the way she sounds when she’s screaming my name.
My fingers go in and out of her while my free hand pinches her nipples. She arches her back as her cunt clamps down on my fingers while she comes.
I pull them out, and she slumps against the seat. Lips parted while she tries to catch her breath. I push the strands of hair covering her face away and shove my fingers into her mouth. “Clean them,” I command.
Her cheeks hollow as she sucks her cum off them, and I pull them out with a pop. Gripping her face, I force her to look over at me. “Don’t ever do that again. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes are glassy, her chest heaving and body shaking. I want to drag her across this car and force my cock down her throat. I want to be rough with her. Remind her who the fuck I am and that she belongs to me, but I don’t. She licks her numb lips and nods. “Yeah.”
After I release her, I sit back in the driver’s seat and defog the windows while putting the car in gear and take off.
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SHE’S OUT LIKEI expected her to be by the time I park at her apartment. Undoing her seat belt, I help her out of the car and carry her inside with her hands still cuffed behind her back.
Getting her into the door, I head toward her room but pause before passing the kitchen. Something on the floor catches my attention—it’s glass. Its broken pieces are scattered on the floor, and I frown. What the fuck happened? I knew she was home because I had watched her on the cameras, but then I got called to the house of Lords for a meeting. Once it was over, Gunner notified me the girls were going out. By the time I checked on her, she was already on her way to the club.
Moving on to her room, I lay her on the bed facedown. She doesn’t even make a sound. I remove her heels and then place her on her side to remove the halter from over her neck. I then slide it down her stomach and legs before tossing it to the floor as well.
That too will be getting burned. I run my hands up and down her bubble ass, giving it a small slap.
She buries her face into the pillow, letting out a moan as she stirs. Moving my hand up to her face, I push the hair off the side. “Good night, little one,” I tell her and turn toward the bathroom.
“Ryat?” She moans my name.
I turn to look at her over my shoulder. “Yeah?”
“My wrists?” she asks, licking her dry lips with her eyes still closed.
“They stay on,” I tell her.
She whimpers, her face digging into the pillow once again. I walk back over to her. “Did you think your punishment was an orgasm?”
“They hurt.” She ignores my question.
“Good,” I say and then pause, getting an idea. “They can come off. If … you tell me what happened today.”
She turns her head to face away from me and mumbles, “Good night.”
My brows rise. What the fuck happened that she doesn’t want me to know? “What happened in the kitchen?” I try another way.
Nothing.
“Okay.” I reach down and undo my belt. She’s given me no other option. Snapping the leather between my hands, I then slap it down across her upper thighs.
She screams, her body tensing.
Doing it again, I order, “Ass up in the air.”
She buries her face into the pillow, whimpering, but she wiggles up onto her knees, arching her back.
Dropping the belt next to her on the bed, I reach out and rub my hands over the red marks that it gave. She wiggles her ass, and I grip her underwear and tear them down the middle. My hand runs down over her ass to her pussy. “Last chance. Tell me what happened today,” I say, pushing two fingers into her already wet cunt.
She moans, her hips rocking against my hand. “Nothing …”
I remove my fingers and slap her pussy.
She cries out, her body jerking, and she goes to pull her knees together. “Don’t you dare,” I warn, and she pauses, slowly pushing them back to where they were. “You’re lying to me, Blake.” I sigh, tapping her pussy in warning, and she flinches. My left hand reaches for the chain that connects the handcuffs, and I grip it in my hand, pulling it toward her ass.
Her head comes up off the bed. “Ryat.” She gasps. “Please …”
I tap her pussy again before pushing the two fingers back into her. “You’re in control here,” I say. Manipulation is important. “All you have to do is tell me, and I’ll take them off.”
She stays silent, and it pisses me off.
I force a third finger into her pussy and work them in and out while circling her clit. She rocks her body back and forth, whimpering at what my hand is doing. I get more forceful, pulling harder on the cuffs.
She’s panting, her body rocking back and forth, trying to fuck my fingers as if it’s my cock. Her pussy clamps down on me, and I pull them out. Her body sags, and she groans.
I slap her pussy once again and then shove my fingers back in. “I can do this all night, little one,” I say with a smile.
She’s close to orgasm again, so I stop. She screams, burying her head into the pillow, getting irritated. I slap her pussy, then start again.
Just as she’s about to cum, I let up. “Okay, okay,” she rushes out. “Please … just let me …” She trails off and I keep going, and this time, I allow her to come. Pulling my fingers out, I bring them to my lips when she breathes, “Matt.”
I pause. “Excuse me?” Did she just call me her ex?
She stretches her legs out, flattening her body to the bed, and whispers, “He threatened me.”
“Matt threatened you?” I growl. “When? What the fuck did he say?”
“It doesn’t matter.” She sighs. “Never does.”
I dig the key to the handcuffs out of my back pocket and undo them. Before she can even move, I’m pushing her onto her back and sitting down next to her. Reaching out, I push her hair from her face. “Tell me what he said.” She’s pretty fucking drunk, and I’m not even sure how much of tonight she’ll remember when she wakes up. So, I need to use this as an opportunity to find out everything before she sobers up and becomes a brick wall again like she was earlier today.
Her eyes are closed, and she’s breathing heavily. She’s about to pass out again anytime soon.
“Blake?” I bark, and she opens her heavy eyes.
“Today. Earlier.” She licks her lips, reaching up and running her hands through her hair. “I saw you talking to your wife.”
I frown.
“Well, he caught me watching you talk to your future wife.” She chuckles. “I think he thought I was jealous. Like he thinks I already love you.” More laughter follows, like that’ll never happen. “And he told me that you may have me now, but once you’re done with me, I’m stuck with him until I die. And he’ll make my life a living hell.” She yawns and mumbles on. “Something about not seeing daylight. Your slut, his whore …” She trails off.
“Blake …”
“He pushed me up against the wall and licked my face.” She shudders. “Thought I was going to puke.”
“He what?” I snap, my body tensing while my blood pressure rises at that thought. But she ignores my outburst. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me this when I asked you earlier?”
She looks up at me. Her pretty blue eyes look unfocused and tired. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but I know Matt is the reason you chose me.”
I sigh. She’s not far from the truth. “Blake …”
“I will not be punished for something he has done, Ryat,” she says softly. “You can fuck me, but I told myself that Matt will not dictate my life anymore.”
I run a hand through my hair at her confession. She’s not wrong. Matt is why I had to pick her. But it wouldn’t have happened without her. “Why did you let me choose you?” I ask.
She gives me a weak smile. “Because you made me feel wanted.”
Matt is a fool and a dead man!
“I hate everyone,” she goes on, eyes closed once again. “My mom for making me marry him. Matt for blaming me for you hating him. And you …” She trails off and whispers, “I’ll just run away once you’re done with me.”
I stand staring down at her, my hands fisting. Why the fuck was he even talking to her in the first place? He told her I’m marrying Cindy? That may be true, but we don’t discuss that shit. How would he know that?
When she starts snoring softly, I place the handcuffs in her nightstand, then I cover her up with her comforter, kissing her forehead good night.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BLAKELY
IT’S A BEAUTIFUL fall day here in Texas. “Bad Intentions” by Niykee Heaton is blasting in my ears while I run the old trail behind my parents’ house. I’ve grown up here. Lived in the same house all my life. My father’s office is in downtown Dallas, but we live quite a ways from there on twenty acres. He commutes, but for the most part, he’s not even in the state. He has to travel a lot for work.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand, and I come to a stop. Breathing heavily, I yank the earbuds from my ears. “Hello?” I ask, looking around. To my left is a small pond. Other than that, it’s just trees back here. “You’re being paranoid, Blakely.” Matt gets on me all the time for running this trail. He says it’s unsafe.
I put the earbuds back in and start jogging again. I’ve been at it for almost thirty minutes. I’m almost to my turning around point. The song changes to “Mirrors” by Natalia Kills as the trail turns to the right, and I see something out of the corner of my eye. “What the …?” I stop and rip the earbuds out, turning around to go back. “Hello?” I shout this time. “Anyone there?” There are bobcat sightings around here, so maybe it’s an animal of some sort.
When I’m again convinced I’m losing it because there’s nothing here, I put my earbuds back in and turn back to continue. I jump when I see someone standing in front of me in the middle of the trail. My heart hammers in my chest. It’s a man dressed in black jeans and a black short-sleeved T-shirt, stance wide and arms down by his side. He’s got to be over six feet, and he’s wearing combat boots.
My thighs tighten, wondering how long he’s been following me. My earbuds are still blaring in my ears, and I reach up to take them out in case he’s talking to me. He’s wearing a mask—a white one—so I’m unable to see his face, but something about him seems familiar.
He takes a step toward me, and I take one back. He stops, and I swallow the knot that forms in my throat while my nipples harden.
No. No. No.
Not again.
I can feel his eyes on my legs. I decided to run in shorts this morning. My pulse is racing, and my breathing picks up, making my tits bounce in my sports bra.
“I’ve been watching you.” My pussy throbs at his confession, and tears sting my eyes. Even his voice sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before? “You run here every day.” He tilts his masked head to the side.
“Please …” I whimper, placing my hands up at him. “I just want to finish my run,” I say, slowly taking a step back as my body heat rises at the thought of us being out here all alone.
“Well”—he chuckles behind his mask—“I don’t know if you’ll finish, but I will.” The man charges for me.
I spin around to run, but he barrels into my back, knocking me to the ground. I try fighting him, but he’s on my back. He grabs my hands and wraps something rough around my wrists, securing them behind me, and I feel wetness pool between my legs.
God, no.