Page 46 of Cruel Master

Pulling out, I slammed back in. My hands found her hips, and holding tight, I began my barrage. I fucked her tight, wet pussy with the same violence as I had her throat. With each thrust, she grunted and whimpered. Her hands balled into fists above the cuffs, the muscles of her arms straining as she pulled them tight.

Using my hold on her, I forced her hips back, jerking her into my lap as I withdrew and then thrust back into her tight, welcoming insides. “So fucking good, love,” I whispered. “You take cock like a born whore.”

A low curse drew from her lips at that, but I didn’t mind. She could spit and curse at me all she liked; I would still have her full of me by the end of the night.

Her insides contracted around me, and I struggled not to come right then and there. I wanted her hotter, wetter, and far more out of her fucking mind by the time I dumped my seed into her cunt. Now that the wicked thought had taken root in my mind, I wanted to see the shock on her face when she realized that I’d gotten everything I wanted from her and she’d accepted it—thinking she was safe.

I sawed in and out of her pussy, back and forth, gripping her tight as her inner walls squeezed me. I was drawing closer and closer and I knew that she was too. Unable to put it off any longer, I reached beneath her and pinched her little clithard. That was all it took.

Angel thrust back against me, her head coming off the bed along with her shoulders as she twisted against her restraints. Her legs kicked. She screamed. But inside of her, I felt the hard clamp of her muscles as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Finally, I allowed myself that release. My hands on her hips tightened as I dug my fingers into her sides, holding her against me as I came and came, filling her insides. I’d never had a family before and I wasn’t entirely sure that I could become a family man—not with the darkness that tainted my soul. But family wasn’t the only goal here. An heir was.

The Price Empire would be mine and Evangeline Price would be my Queen. Her body would produce my right to rule, whether she wanted it or not.

My hips pressed into the fleshy underside of her ass and I bowed over her spine, sweat dripping from my temples and landing on the pale skin of her back. She, too, was coated in perspiration. My cock jerked inside of her and a low groan rumbled through my chest. Never before had I ever felt so out of control above a woman tied to a bed. Somehow, though, Angel made me feel both like a God and like a human bowing beneath something much bigger than myself.

When I pulled free of her pussy, I carefully took the pillow I’d pulled away from her earlier and then slipped it underneath her belly. She moaned and tried to tug herself away, over-sensitized most likely, but I didn’t let her. The cuffs and my unyielding hands kept her right where I wanted her.

“There, there,” I whispered to her, stroking my fingers down her spine. “Hold still for me, love. We have to make sure that Daddy’s little swimmers make it.”

Her head turned and she glared back at me. “It’s not going to happen, Gaven,” she said, her voice hoarse from all of the crying and screaming.

My smile widened. “And why is that?” I asked. Curiosity drilled into me. Would she admit the truth? Would she tell me about the implant? If so, would I be given the chance to tell her that it was gone?

Angel’s teeth raked across her bottom lip and she sighed. A play of emotions crossed her face—irritation, anger, regret, and something else … fear. But what did she fear?

I waited, but the answer I sought never came. Instead, Angel sighed and shook her head. “One time doesn’t guarantee I’ll get pregnant, Gaven,” she said. “It didn’t five years ago and it won’t now.”

Ahh, so she was going that route. My smile never faltered. I turned away and found my discarded handkerchief, cleaning off my cock as I zipped up before pivoting back to her. Leaning onto the bed, I reached up and stroked her hair back—away from her face before I cupped her cheek and stared down into her upturned eyes.

There was a flush to her cheeks, a dewiness to her skin that made me want to roll her onto her back and re-cuff her arms so that I could have her all over again. “There are many things you don’t realize, Angel,” I said, hedging my truth the same way she had. “But I can assure you of this—we won’t be fucking only one time, love. You’ll have my cum in your belly every day from here on out until you're pregnant with our heir.”

She arched a brow back at me, her lips twisting into a scowl. “And what if I don’t get pregnant?” she snapped. “What if I can’t? Will you divorce me?”

“I only have one wife, Angel,” I replied. “I will only ever have one wife and that wife is you.”

Releasing her face, I stood up and took a step back, admiring the way her heart-shaped ass was stained red. White cum coated the outer lips of her sex. “You’ll stay this way,” I say. “Until enough time has passed.”

“It’s not going to fucking happen, Gaven!” she cursed.

She didn’t think so, and had I not had her looked over by a doctor who’d found her birth control implant, then she would have been right. Now, though, we both held secrets and I felt no shame in letting her continue believing she was safe from me. One way or another, I’d have my heir and my empire. It was only a matter of time.

21

ANGEL

Idon’t know how long I was forced to lay there—mostly naked with my ass raised as Gaven’s cum seeped into my insides, some of it dripping down towards my inner thighs. It was as humiliating as it was torturous. For a multitude of reasons, it was wrong. I pressed my face into the cool bed sheets over the comfortable mattress and rubbed back and forth to try and wipe off some of the makeup I knew had to be staining my cheeks.

Gaven was quiet. If it weren’t for the creak of wood and leather, then I wouldn’t have even known where he was, but I wasn’t an idiot—he was as perverted as they came. He was sitting in the wingback chair that he’d been in before, watching me. Embarrassment overwhelmed me, but on its heels was something I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to admit, even to myself. Heat. Hunger. Desire.

I waited and hoped. I prayed that Gaven would decide to release me from these restraints and, at the very least, give me some time to myself. Time to regroup. Time to figure out a plan. Because if anything, his oath to impregnate me with his heir only made me that much more determined to get away. He could never know about the implant, but I thanked my lucky stars that I’d had that foresight.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want a child—but a child in this world?Mychild at that … they would be nothing more than a threat to Jackie the same way I was. I didn’t trust myself to take care of someone else, and I doubted I would—not until she was gone and I was safe.

My eyelids drooped as time seemed to drag on. Seconds turned into minutes. Long stretches of quiet filled my ears. I blinked, finding my body drifting deeper and deeper into the mattress despite the slight discomfort of my restrained arms. Exhaustion pulled at my limbs, threatening to take me into oblivion.

I didn’t know how long I fought it off, but in the end, the oblivion won. I fell into slumber and the room faded around me. A little while later, I felt myself rise up out of unconsciousness, but only briefly as my hands were uncuffed and my body was lifted into a strong pair of arms.

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