Page 20 of Cruel Master

“Get on your fucking knees,” I ordered.

“Gaven—” My hand snapped out and circled her throat, stopping her from speaking further.

A buzzing sensation—tingles—raced through my veins. “If you don’t want to spend weeks with a ball gag in your mouth—only taken out when it’s mealtime—and the biggest fucking plug I can find in your tiny asshole, then I suggest you do as I say, Angel. Now is certainly not the time to defy me. Not more than you already have.”

Her eyes widened and she swallowed against my grasp before nodding. I released her and watched as she sank to her knees before me. In my suit pants, my cock pulsed with hunger. It’d been that way since I’d gotten the call that my precious wife had been up to no good. When I’d seen for myself what she was doing, I knew that a fresh punishment was in order. I’d left her alone with her thoughts for too long, and she’d decided that defying me was her only option.

Setting my finger to her chin, I lifted her chin so that she was looking straight up at me. “I’m not going to lie to you, Angel,” I warned her. “I want to hurt you. What happens next isn’t for you, it’s for me, and you’ll take your punishment and thank me for it afterwards. I’m angry enough that I could do so much worse, but I don’t want to permanently scar you. When you wear my mark, it’ll be when you actually want it.” When she begged me for it because until then—this was all just an elaborate ruse, carefully constructed. My chest burned at that knowing, too, because, at the end of the day, I didn’t want a pretend partner. I wanted realness. I wanted a submissive I could trust. I wanted her to rely on me, to stop fucking lying to me.

Angel remained silent. Smart girl. She must’ve sensed just how close to the edge of darkness I was. Even now, I found myself greedy for her pain. My fingers left her chin and I moved upward, undoing the row of buttons that held my shirt closed. Keeping my gaze pinned on her big, wide eyes, I finished with my shirt and slid it off. Reaching around my back, I took the sleeve of the opposite arm and pulled it down roughly. The dress shirt dropped to the floor and I kicked it from the shower stall, stepping further in.

Her skin pebbled with light goosebumps. Fear danced in the depths of her eyes. She watched me cautiously, nervously.Good,I thought. I wanted her on edge. I wanted her to be afraid of what I would do to her. Her fear was a connection that held the two of us together. No matter what else she tried to do, she would constantly hold onto it. Perhaps it was mere hope on my part, but as I gazed at her, I had to wonder if there wasn’t more than just that. More than fear but a glint of something … deeper.

She was holding herself back from me, but this—the scene from the bedroom, had been a purposeful taunt. One I hadn’t exactly anticipated from her. Seeing her spread her legs like that on the camera and touch herself had been a shock. The woman before me, naked and on her knees, was not the same woman I’d married five years ago.

I’d known that much logically, but seeing her actions had brought it home far more than any theory had. She was different. Stronger. Braver. It made me a bad, bad man, but I liked that.

I’d never wanted a dumb or weak woman as my wife, and I’d known when I met Evangeline—when she’d originally been offered to me all those years ago—that she was anything but. She was independent and had a core of steel deep down inside of her. Even if I wanted to cause her pain, it was never meant to crush that personality of hers.

So, as I stepped back into the shower and reached for the shower head, removing it from the wall, I reminded myself not to take this too far. If I truly unleashed the amount of rage I had carefully contained on her, then I could go beyond breaking her. It would hardly take any strength to simply snap her in half, shattering her completely.

Although we didn’t have the true dynamic of a submissive and her Dom, she isn’t fighting me now. She trusts me on this base level. If she’s going to be my Queen after all of this is over—after her sister has been taken care of and the Price Empire is back within my grasp once more—then I need to be very mindful of how I punish her.

Aiming the shower head at the wall and cranking the handles, I waited until the water began to heat up. Her eyes followed the movements, curious. I crouched down before her and her chin dipped as she trailed the movements.

“Sit up,” I commanded, and she arched up slightly, her thighs parting the barest of inches. I pushed them out further and wedged the shower head between her legs, right against her clit. She gasped and tried to scramble backwards, away from the powerful sensations.

Anchoring my hand on her shoulder, I stopped her with a hard squeeze. “Don’t. Move,” I warned her.

Her lips parted, and her eyes unfocused as the spray of hot water slammed into her clit, and she shuddered. I’d made sure to put it on just the right amount of pressure and shove it back far enough that it wouldn’t suddenly come arching up and slap either of us in the face. As long as she remained in position, this would prove to be a very good method of pleasure for her. Pleasure now … and discomfort before the pain.

It was all about the build-up, after all. I stood back to my full height as her thighs clenched around the shower head and she looked up at me, her eyes already watering as she shuddered. I undid my belt but left it hanging on the loops of my waistband. My fingers found the button and zipper of my slacks and I freed myself.

My cock fell into my hand and I stroked it once, from the base to tip before I directed the head towards her. “Open and suck,” I ordered, and before she could respond, I pushed myself directly into her waiting mouth.

She choked lightly, her eyes widening as her hands left her thighs and moved up to mine. She grasped onto my slacks, as water poured between her legs. I didn’t give it to her gently. I shoved all the way back, taking her mouth roughly until I felt my shaft entering her throat.

Tears leaked from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks. Nails clamped onto my slacks, stabbing at me through the fabric. Her throat convulsed around me and I resisted the urge to groan. Her body was flushed with heat, red staining her pale skin. As I looked down at her, I noticed the smattering of freckles that crossed over her shoulders and down towards her chest. They hadn’t been there five years ago, which told me she’d spent a lot of time outdoors in little clothing.

Irritation wavered through me that I hadn’t known that. I reached around and clamped a hand on the back of her skull and pulled her deeper, pushing until her nose was smashed against my groin. Her nails turned into fists against my thighs and she shoved back roughly. I didn’t care.

Angel’s little throat worked against me, convulsing as the steady stream of water beat against her clit below. Pulling out quickly, I waited as Angel coughed and hacked. Streams of spittle dripped from her swollen lips, connecting the two of us as they wrapped around my cock in strands.

“Again,” I said. It was the only warning she got before I tightened my hold once more and slammed her back down. The scream of surprise that echoed up her chest vibrated against my cock as it entered her throat. This time, I couldn’t stop the groan that rose up from me.

“That’s it,” I moaned. “Right there, love. God—your mouth is like a vise.”

Angel’s lashes fluttered against my skin as she tried to glare up at me. I grinned back at her. “Your throat is just as sweet as a cunt,” I told her. More red stained across her cheeks as she took in that comment.

Oh, yes, whether she admitted it or not, she loved my filthy mouth. Down below, I felt her legs shift. The muscles of her thighs tightened and released. After several moments of holding her against me and refusing to give her air, I let her back up for a quick breath. More spit dribbled out of her lips as she turned her head down. It dripped down her chest, painting her breasts in the filthy strings of my precum and her saliva.

“You’re going to kill me,” she said hoarsely, coughing as she dragged in breath after breath.

I liked seeing her struggle, witnessing the spark of fury in her eyes when I took her despite her feeble protests. “Why would I kill you, sweetheart, when I can think of much more torturous and pleasurable things to do to you?” I taunted her. Pleasurable, at least for me. “Now, open your mouth.”

She shook her head and tried to back away once more, but I refused to let her. Grabbing ahold of either side of her skull with my hands, I pulled her back down and felt the barest scrape of her teeth. It might have scared another man—the thin threat of being unmanned—but I wasn’t shy of pain myself.

With a laugh, I looked down at her. “Sink your teeth into my cock, little one,” I warned her, “and I assure you, I’ll pay it forward. You remember how I took your virginity, don’t you?”

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