Page 28 of Wicked Angel

“Ah!” A sharp cry echoed up from her parted lips as I released and tightened the clamps. I closed my eyes, relishing in it. It was a beautiful sound—a woman realizing just how pinned she actually was. “Gaven!” I tightened the clamps until her nipples became puffy little bullets at the tips of her breasts, reddening further as they reached upward, begging for release the same way she would be soon.

“Shhh.”

Her body was flushed all over. Tears shone in her eyes and I wanted to see more of them. I desired to see them streaming down her face with her lips parted on cries of both pain and pleasure as she took from me everything I wanted to give her. No matter how disgusting, no matter how vile—as my wife, it was her duty.

I would not be an entirely cruel master, though. I would allow her the pleasure of orgasm—over and over again, until the mere thought of me, of my hands on her body, made her insides tremble with need.

Seeing her like this—tied down in makeshift bondage wear—made me want to open the door to darker desires. Soon, she would know what it meant to be my bride, to be my wife. She would find that I could do so much for her. I could take her to heights she had no knowledge of.

As if she sensed the direction of my dark thoughts, Angel’s mouth trembled before she sank her teeth deep into her lower lip. She hated showing her fear—I knew that from watching her. In fact, it seemed she hated showing anything too deeply, especially to me. Sparks of resistance danced in the depths of her gaze even now as she was splayed out and bared before me.

I moved back to the end of the bed, looking up at her as I crawled onto the mattress. The shitty ass bed sunk beneath my weight, causing her body to shift slightly and the tie around her throat to tighten as it was pulled taut. I watched her face carefully. There would likely be a bruise around her neck before the night was through, but so long as she could breathe, all would be fine.

Lifting the unopened bottle of lube, I popped the cap and then peeled the layer of plastic off before returning the cap to its place and quickly squirting a dollop onto my fingers. What I planned for her punishment would take time and infinitely more patience. I’d once waited forty-seven hours before getting my chance to take a target out through the scope of my sniper’s rifle. Patience was something I had in spades.

“Gaven…” As I took the cool lube and spread it over her pussy, she jumped into my palm. I smiled wickedly as I smeared it up and down her lips, avoiding her clit as it pulsed in need. Her inner thighs were wracked with tremors, muscles bunching and jumping beneath her flesh as she panted for breath.

“You’re going to learn, Angel,” I said, “that naughty girls don’t always get what they want.” But they did get what they deserved and she had earned this fucking punishment.

Once I was done smearing the lube over her opening, I reached for the vibrating dildo and ripped open the packaging. Her eyes widened further as I held it up. The toy was slender, tiny in comparison to my own anatomy, but it would do for what I had planned. Thankfully, the cheap ass motel she’d rented at least managed to prepackage batteries to go with their other amenities, and I inserted them before settling the narrow end to her cunt and pushing.

She groaned and arched her hips up as if to avoid the penetration.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I warned her gently, placing a hand on her hip bones, carefully sliding my palm up and away from the bruise forming on her side. My lips pressed together as I stared down at the dark splotch of skin, a pang of regret filling my chest. I’d been too rough with her when I’d tackled her to the ground earlier, but if it was between bruising her and risking her life—I’d do what needed to be done. Every time.

Pushing the thoughts of regret away, I thrust the dildo the rest of the way into her pussy and spoke. “There’s no escaping from this, Angel,” I said. “I recommend you stop trying and just take what you’re owed. It’ll make the punishment much easier, I promise.”

Above, Angel hissed out a slow breath and growled at my words. My smile stretched out further. As angry as I was with her, now that she was here in my grasp, I found that my fury had waned. She was so fun and amusing to play with. I wondered if I would feel this way once we’d had years together. Would it be the same when her belly was round and swollen with my seed as she grew our child inside of her?

Only time would tell. For now, I had her discipline to see to.

I switched the vibrator on, eliciting a sharp cry from Angel’s throat as she bucked automatically. Her body bowed under the quick movements of the toy. Anchoring it into place with two fingers, I held it inside her for a moment before I began using it. Pulling it halfway out and then pushing it back in. Wetness gushed around it as she shuddered under its vibration.

My eyes were locked on the place between her legs. It was a small toy, not nearly as long as what I wanted to put inside of her. The smallest bit of blood stained the toy. The sight of it made me grin. Emotions could be faked. Orgasms could be fabricated. But this–blood—was the ultimate truth. The one thing I could rely on.

Raff had given me twenty-four hours to get to her and return her to her place in the Price Manor. I would use that time to its fullest potential too.

With the clamps biting into her tits and the vibrating dildo thrusting in and out of her cunt, I looked up and watched as Angel’s face brightened further. She bowed her head back and her body rolled into the thrusts of my hands as I fucked her with the vibrator. Back and forth. Pausing and then repeating the motions.

I could tell she was getting closer and closer to the edge of release. She stopped talking and started to groan, the animalistic noises like music to my ears. In this moment, she was no longer Evangeline Price, but a submissive under her Dom’s clear command. Soon, she’d know what that truly meant. Soon, there would be more—there would be a contract detailing exactly what she was allowed and precisely who she belonged to.

I continued my thrusts. Twisting the toy in her cunt, more of her juices squirted out around my fingers as I pushed it all the way to the hilt, shoving my fingers in alongside the plastic shaft.

“This is only the beginning,” I said as I watched her tits rise and fall as she panted, gasped, and whined. “Before the night is through, love, you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.”

And if she accepted her Master, maybe … just maybe, I would give it to her.

13

ANGEL

Ilingered on the edge of something great and terrible. It was different from that night in the restaurant. It was more. My insides were a swirling mass and I shuddered beneath each thrust of the vibrator that fucked into me. Gaven’s hands were consistent, never letting up, never stopping, and never easing the bundle of nerves that was my clit.

If my hands were free, I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I wouldn’t give a single shit that he was sitting before me. I wouldn’t have cared who watched. I would have fumbled for my clit and rubbed it until I could finally touch that bit of heaven that waited for me.

Unfortunately, though, even as I crested towards it, my orgasm was denied. Gaven’s hands slipped away and the toy was removed. I cried out and whimpered—uncaring how wicked it was, uncaring that I was acting pathetically in need. I’d never felt this way before and was lost to all the sensations that now coursed through my body. I wanted—no, I fuckingneededhim to release me from this hell and I was afraid that I would do anything to achieve my liberation.

“Please…” I rasped through a voice nearly gone. The tie around my throat wasn’t quite enough to cut off my airflow, but it did make me feel dizzy. I had to work at breathing and it was difficult to do that as well as focus on the rest of my body.

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