Page 25 of Duchess

Looking down at herself, a look of panic crossed her features, and I leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over my chest, the feeling of satisfaction and lust settling in my loins. For a brief moment, I enjoyed this panic-stricken version of this powerful woman. But just as soon as I saw it, I went to her, like her loyal dog, existing only to give her comfort.

She looked down at me as I crouched before her. “Do. Not. Touch me,” she seethed. Her breath came out ragged, tits straining against her tank top. I yearned to see them bare.

I reached up and softly brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “You look good tonight, Duchess,” I teased.

"Why, Caleb? Why are you doing this?"

"Because I asked you to be honest with me, but that doesn’t seem to be the case here."

"What good will honesty do now?"

"Probably none. There’s no undoingthe damage you’ve done to yourself, or to me, for that matter. But nonetheless, I want the truth. I need it."

She shook her head and then glanced around the empty space. "Where am I?”

"Los Angeles. I know it’s empty now, but the place should look familiar. Weren’t you here just last night?" I kept ignoringthose big doe eyes as she scanned the room, the way she licked her lips. She had betrayed me, stolen from me, and was now lying to me.

"What?!" She struggled once again against the chains.

“Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself.”

"How in the fuck did you get me here?" She glared at me.

"There's nothing I cannot do, Stephanie. Nothing that will ever stop me from bringing you to me. I want you to be aware of that."

She looked at me wide-eyed, those eyes of hers burning with the urge to cause pain.

"Don’t look at me like that,tatlim. Haven't you hurt me enough?" I whispered.

"Fuck you, Caleb! Man the fuck up! You want me to believe you're doing all this for what? Honesty? Truth? Don’t make me laugh. You just can't handle the fact that a woman beat you to it?"

I yanked on the chair, my grip on it causing the wood to creak as I shifted it towards me. "Watch your tone, Princess. I am not Alan!"

She looked directly into my eyes as she spoke. "No, you are not. I am well aware of that. You're worse. Because at least Alan showed his true colors to me. You, on the other hand, keep them hidden. You keep them buried in that dark soul of yours."

I dropped to my knees before her, sweeping my hands up over her jean cladded thighs.

"It's true." I whispered, lifting her hands so that the chains hooked onto a pulley system.

"What is this?" Her eyes widened in fright as she looked up.

"I live in the dark," I whispered as I undid the chains that bound her ankles to the chair.

I took a step back as she tried to kick at me. I had to admit she surprised me at how tough she was. She took any chance shecould to fight me, and any man had to admire that. There was no fear in those beautiful eyes, just her will to survive.

"I’m right where you put me."

Grabbing the pendant control that hung from the rafters, I pressed the red button. It was satisfying watching the pulley elevate her ass above the chair, her legs still kicking in the air. She was helpless and she knew it.

I walked up to her, her body fighting against the chains I'd personally wrapped her in. Chains that tied my soul to hers.

I smiled to myself as I brought my hands up to stroke the soft silk of her tanktop. She struggled against the chains, and I glanced up at her face, holding her stare as I gripped her black silk and tore it open. Her yelp of surprise left a sweet echo in the emptiness.

"You won't get away with this," she growled.

"I don't want to," I whispered hoarsely as I let my lips linger on hers. Her lips trembled while I trailed my fingertips over the soft swell of her tits, leading a path that ended along the soft flesh of her waistline.

"Don't touch me, Caleb."

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