Page 55 of Sweet Rule
The wordswhooshout of me in an instant. “I don’t deserve you.” The fucking diamond ring on my finger taunts me and I squeeze my eyes shut against it. “I don’t, I don’t, I don’t. You’ll leave and-”
“Eyes on me.” Another order and again I’m helpless against it. I open my eyes and look up at him. “You’re mine. Every fucking part of you is mine, my beautiful girl.”
I open my mouth to tell him no but he kisses me. It’s rough and hungry. He bites my bottom lip and I cry out against his mouth. A second later Law’s tongue moves along my lip, soothing the sting of his teeth. I kiss him back. Gentler though. Mostly because I’m reeling from everything. I feel raw and broken open for him to see right into me. We break apart and he brings my hand up again to my line of sight.
“This ring was always going to be on your finger, sweetheart. You were mine the second you called me Sir. The second you looked at me in that coffee shop and smiled at me. I wanted you. I wanted you every fucking time I told myself you were too young for me. Too sweet. You’ve been mine since I had you in the club. There was never going to be another man for you. Another Daddy. You’ve been mine since you let me in, Honey, and if I have to fuck you until you believe it, I will.”
I try to shake my head but his words are working. They’re chipping away at the lies around me. The ones that are woven so tightly I can barely breathe. The shitty thing is, I know they’re lies. I know I deserve love. That I deserve Law and that he isn’t lying, but something is holding me back from saying it out loud. From admitting it to us both, so I just shake my head and cry.
“I can’t,” I whisper. He lifts me onto the counter and shoves my dress up my thighs. “What are you doing?”
“I meant what I said, baby girl.” Law reaches for his belt and I can’t breathe. My thighs spread wider for him as he yanks the belt free and grabs my wrists. He brings them together in front of me and loops the supple leather around me. “I’m going to fuck you until you believe me.” He gives the leather belt a last pull and it snaps into place, binding my wrists together.
“Please.”
He shoves up the skirt of my wedding dress. I’m still wearing the wedding dress I was forced into earlier and when I hear it rip under his hands, I don’t care. It’s just a dress to me. I need to be closer to him.
“You think you don’t deserve me?” He asks and before I can answer him he brings his hand down on my pussy with a quick strike.
I gasp and try to wiggle away at the slap but he won’t let me move. He has a hand braced against the small of my back and keeps me from getting away from him.
“Law, please.”
He slaps my pussy again and my body lights up when his fingers hit my clit. “In what world are you not good enough for me?” he asks me and hits my pussy again. The sound of his hand hitting my flesh fills my ears. It’s filthy and fucking decadent. I want more. I scoot closer to the edge of the counter and try to lift my hips to him.
“Law.”
He hits me again and I get wetter. The slap of his hand against my pussy makes me scream and I arch my back. I want to tell him to stop but I can’t. The words won’t come, because like in the hallway at the club, I feel like I deserve it. But this time it’s different. Every time he hits my pussy, it’s like a chain that’s being wound tighter and tighter around me. I can feel the links of it stretching, threatening to break. It’s almost there, that edge of release that comes just a little bit closer each time Law hits me. That’s why I don’t tell him to stop. The way out of this. To letting myself accept what he wants, is just on the other side of that edge. But to get there, I have to settle into the punishment he’s doling out now.
Smack!
I cry out and try to wiggle away but there’s nowhere to go. Even if there was, I wouldn't go. The arousal that’s spreading over my thighs and coating his fingers when he slides two of them inside of me gives away just how much I want him to keep going, even if I don’t say it.
“Please, Law.”
He stops what he’s doing, the fingers that are knuckle deep in me freeze. “Say it,” he demands.
“What?” I don’t understand so I blink up at him.
He seizes my left hand and raises it once more. “Say you’re mine. Say you deserve this.”
I don’t know if he means the punishment or him but it hardly matters because he wants me to say that I’m his.
“I-I-” I try but my voice breaks and I shake my head in shame. “I can’t.”
His fingers leave me and my cunt aches from their absence. “Law, no.”
“Say it, princess. Now.”
When I don’t say anything, he brings his hand down in two quick strikes, each one more forceful than the last until my pussy is throbbing and aching. My lips are swollen and I don’t have to look down to know they are reddened from Law’s rough handling.
For a moment we don’t say anything. We just look at each other. Law’s still holding my hand tightly and I look at the diamond on my finger. It’s a ring I pointed out to him once in a magazine when we were having lunch in Central Park. He didn’t like it. The lunch, not the ring. Mostly because he didn’t like how ‘out in the open’ we were, but when I pouted he’d let me have my way and we’d ordered roast beef on rye bread sandwiches with too sweet lemonades from the deli on the corner. I’d grabbed a magazine on a whim from the selection beside the register and that’s when I’d seen this exact ring.
“It’s so beautiful. Look at it.”
He’d turned his head and squinted at the paper. “Is that the kind of ring you want?”
“Of course. It’s so simple but…I don’t know, there’s something sweet about it, too, you know?”
