Page 11 of Cruel Master

“I can’t what, love?” he demanded.

“I don’t…” I didn’t want to say it. The words almost stopped in my throat. Lies instead of truth had to make him understand, even if it hurt both of us. “I don’t want you anymore,” I stated. “My father’s dead. Your dream is over. It’s gone. Jackie owns the Price Empire. Find another mafia princess to marry and breed. You need tolet. Me. Go.” The last three words came out on a hiss as the hand in my hair tightened.

“I can’t marry another woman when I’m still married to you, Angel,” he said coldly, and it was like a punch to my chest. “I don’t want another princess. I already own one. I own you. I said you’re here to repay me for the last five years you spent running from me. I told you I would hunt you down, and now I have. You lost the game. So, no more fighting me—it’ll only exhaust you. As for the Price Empire—well, I have my own power now. I can live without the rest. All I want from you, now, is yoursubmission.”

“My what?” Gaven released my hair abruptly and took a step back. “Gaven…”

He pressed the button on the remote again and turned the damn Hitachi wand up until the sound was all that filled my ears.

I shuddered as I came on the spot, my body seizing as the grip of the Hitachi still rested against my sensitive clit. My juices slicked down my inner thighs as my orgasm stole the very breath from my lungs. Tears formed in the backs of my eyes. Fuck. What was I supposed to do now?

Gaven watched for a brief moment before putting the remote back in his pocket and turning for the door. “Stop!” I half shrieked. “You can’t leave me like this! Gaven,please!”

He paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back, raising an eyebrow. “This is your punishment, Angel,” he said. “I told you—you aren’t allowed to call me by my name anymore. To you, I’m your Master and until you can call me by that, you’ll remain in here. I’ll be back in an hour or so. Don’t worry, the wand is fully charged. I took the liberty of making sure this didn’t need to be plugged in so you couldn’t pull it free. Enjoy the orgasms, though they might start to hurt after a while. I expect they’ll be the last ones you experience until I don’t feel like punishing you anymore.”

No, no, no!He couldn’t be serious. I struggled in the chair and screamed when all that did was press the vibrating wand between my legs even harder. I was over-sensitive and could feel another orgasm creeping up on me. It was impossible. It was too fast. He couldn’t leave me like this. Especially not for an hour!

But Gaven didn’t look back as he strode out into the hall and shut the door behind him, leaving me shuddering in the throes of yet another forced orgasm.

6

GAVEN

Ididn't go far. There was no way I was capable of doing that—not while the woman I'd been working to track down for the last five years was so close at hand, and also not while I carried the key to her torment and pleasure in my grasp.

Evangeline Price had changed in the time since we'd married. While she'd once been an innocent young woman forced into an arranged marriage with a man twice her age, I had no clue who she was now.

It was only by the doctor’s own admission that I knew she hadn’t secretly had a child from the one night I’d had with her and that, according to him, she hadn’t had sex—recently anyway. She'd proven to be conniving and quite the slippery target. There was still so much I didn’t know, so much left to find out about the woman that I would control and own for the rest of our lives.

Even as I sat in my office in the next room over, I couldn't help but appreciate her cries and sobs as they filtered through the wall. Had we been in my Boston home, I wouldn't have heard a peep. But here, in this makeshift penthouse loft on the outskirts of the city, while the outer walls were made of brick and steel, the inner walls were thin—allowing me the pleasure of playing with her, both body and mind.

My computer screen was turned towards me, the cameras I had planted around every angle of the room allowing me adequate visuals on what she was experiencing. Once more, I watched as her hair slipped over her back and her head was thrown back as she was catapulted into yet another—I’m sure—agonizing orgasm. Even in the recording, I could see how her body trembled. The tears streaked her face and she fought against her bindings.

It didn’t take long for her to begin screaming and cursing. My lips curved as she called me every name in the book. Asshole. Pervert. Motherfucker. Deviant, wicked, villain. Yes, that’s exactly what I was. Her villain. Her husband.

Every once in a while I'd reach into my pocket and I'd turn off the wand. I'd listen to her gasp in relief as her body was given relief from the pleasure and pain of coming so often. A few minutes later as I finished going over the documents of the drug trade deal I'd set up for the Price Empire, I slid them to the side and reached back into my pocket. I hadn’t smiled this much in so long. My lips curved once more as the wand between her thighs flared back to life and a fresh scream was ripped from her throat.

It was like my very own personal symphony. Her cries and begging. Her broken sobs. I relished in them. All the while, my cock hardened in my pants, pulsing with the need to take her. I was a man of restraint, though. I waited five fucking years for her; I could wait a little longer to train her to my preferences.

So, instead of going into the room adjoining this one and removing her from the personally made throne of forced orgasms, I leaned back and reached down to my zipper.

I stared at the image she presented on the screen as I took my cock out and palmed it. Long and thick, I stroked my shaft up and down in time to the undulating movements of her hips as I turned the Hitachi wand back on and watched her body move against it as she sobbed through yet another stunning release.

It was like magic—owning her this way. Cruel, perhaps it made me, but she had been far crueler. Leaving me with little more than a few words and no explanation. It didn’t matter that I’d pieced the reasoning behind her betrayal after she was gone—her sister had obviously had something to do with it. I knew it, and so did Matteo. It was why the man had come to me.

None of that mattered now, though. Angel would soon find that her options had never allowed for her to run away. Her options should have been to come to me. To tell me the truth. Seeking my protection and help.Thatwas what I allowed her. Not the betrayal of leaving. The first time she’d tried to escape me, I thought I’d scared her enough to avoid such a stupid decision again. I’d been wrong.

Now, as she sat there, her naked body shivering against the waves of pleasure coursing through her, I watched and waited. My cock pulsed in my grip as my eyes locked on the woman on the screen. Her head was still turned upward, hair sliding back down her nape and over her shoulders. Her tears were magnificent. Beautiful. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock and I paused, rubbing a thumb over the head as I resisted the need to stroke myself hard and fast—to reach the release that was right there.

I would punish her, but I would also punish myself as well. I had, after all, no one else to blame for her disappearance, for being unable to capture her for so long. The wand between her legs was buzzing away, pressed firmly to her clit as she cried.

Her nipples were pebbled into tight little points at the tips of her tits. They trembled, making my eyes lock upon them as I imagined streaking her in my cum. Painting those rosy tips in my seed as she looked up at me with glistening eyes and swollen lips.

Soon,I promised myself.

I gritted my teeth as she jerked and screamed through yet another orgasm, the chair and her bindings keeping her pinned in place. It was enough for me.

My cock jerked against my fist as I slid my hand up and covered the top with my palm. A low growl rumbled up my throat as I came, imagining her taking me into her little mouth, swallowing around me as I dumped my load down her throat.

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