Page 56 of Degradation
He snarls, throwing me to the floor, proving everything that I’ve been saying is right. He plants his hands on his hips scowling at me.
“Look what you made me do.” He spits. “Get up, get in that bed and stop being difficult.”
“No.”
I should do it. I should give in. I should just shut my mouth, but I can’t, not this time.
He smacks me. Not all that hard, certainly not as hard as he’s hit me before. I wonder if he thinks it’ll be enough, if he thinks that a small hit of pain now is enough to make me compliant.
When he sees I’m not moving, he goes for the backup plan.
“Devin.” He bellows.
That man, that fucking guard looks at me and I realise that’s his name. Devin Blake. Magnus’s little brother. Though he’s not so damned little, is he?
He comes striding in, grabbing me by the throat and lifting me up like I weigh absolutely nothing at all. He’s so strong. Sohorrifically strong. I kick out, I scream as he tightens his grip cutting off my airway before he dumps me onto the bed.
My head smashes into the solid wood of the frame. I cry out but it doesn’t stop me from springing back up.
“Hold her down.” Gunther orders.
“No.” I scream. My mother was bad enough. I won’t have this man, this monster touching me, witnessing this, being part of whatever this is.
Gunther tilts his head, his mouth turning into that awful grin I’m hating more than anything else.
“You’ll stop being a bitch?”
I nod. I nod so quickly.
“You’ll stop being an ungrateful little whore?”
“Yes.” The words are barely out of my mouth before Gunther is laughing. I can hear the cruelty in it. I can hear the amusement too.
“Apparently we’ve found your weakness.” He taunts. “Does the big bad guard scare you so much?”
My shoulders hunch at his words. I hate the fact that he knows it, that they both know it. I know I’ve been a fool to reveal that secret. A stupid, stupid fool.
“I’ll be sure to keep him around more.” My husband states as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Every time you cause me issues from now on, I’ll know what to do.”
I don’t know what that means. Will he give me to him to use? Will he let that monster hurt me? Or will he simply let him beat me? I gulp back the bile that’s rising so rapidly in my throat. Having Devin here, having him witness this, makes it so much worse.
He’s watching me. His dark, devillike eyes are fixed on me.
I’m stupid enough to look back, to meet his gaze, and when I see the hint of a smirk, it’s all I can do not to shatter entirely.
“Get over here.” Gunther snaps. “Put those pretty little lips around my cock.”
I jump at the tone, moving quickly to obey him.
He’s hard, just as I knew he would be, because Kora is still drugging him, not that it’s working all that well anymore. He taps my mouth expectantly as I kneel before him and I open up, glaring all the same.
He grins, pushing deeper into my mouth, groaning as he slides over my tongue.
“Touch yourself.” He orders.
I balk. My eyes widening as I stare up at him.
That’s forbidden. It’s one of the first rules my mother taught me. That self-pleasure is not permitted. Sure, she didn’t actually believe it, neither of us did. And she was kind enough to provide me with toys, clit ones only. No way was I going to lose my virginity that way, but she ensured I knew what it felt like to feel good. After all, how could a good wife fake pleasure if she hadn’t experienced pleasure?
