Page 7 of Their Forever

“Good,” he replied coolly, going to the closet to retrieve the items I’d requested.

She really must need to be forced into a submissive headspace if she was this intent on provoking him. I was more than pleased to give her what she needed, but I’d have to talk to Marco later about what had upset her.

While he went to get the wicked toys I’d asked for, I turned my full attention on my prey. She didn’t struggle or protest when I roughly yanked the sash on her pink robe, tugging at her waist and forcing her back to arch as it slid free. The silken material parted between her breasts, offering a tantalizing glimpse at her sensual curves.

I fisted the robe in both hands and pushed it down her arms, stripping her with quick, harsh efficiency. She gasped at my sudden brutal treatment, but her peaked nipples and flushed cheeks betrayed her excitement.

My fingers sank into her hips, and I flipped her onto her front so I could grab the robe and toss it aside; I didn’t want it to snag my ropes when I began to bind her. Surprise made me pause when I took in her reddened ass. I trailed my fingers over the perfect curve of her enflamed bottom, and she shuddered at the contrast of the tender touch.

“Looks like our girl has been very naughty today,” I remarked, glancing up at Marco as he reentered the bedroom from our cavernous walk-in closet, rope and flogger in hand. “What did she do to earn a spanking already?”

His jaw ticked, and his dark eyes flashed as he gave me a short jerk of his head, warning me not to press. She tensed beneath me, some dark memory souring her erotic anticipation. I sensed that now wasn’t the time for an interrogation, even if it could be fun to make her confess. She needed to forget about her worries and just submit to my will.

I flipped her onto her back again and wrapped my hand around her throat, restricting her ability to speak. She couldn’t so much as breathe freely if I didn’t allow it. Her eyes softened, her body relaxing fully in my utterly dominant hold. Ashlyn loved being my prey, my helpless captive.

I leaned in close, allowing her to feel the heat of my silken words against her lush lips. “I don’t want to hear any excuses. You’ll take your punishment like a good girl while Marco watches. He’s not going to touch you or coddle you.” She whined and squirmed beneath me, and my dick throbbed. I gritted my teeth and forced down the wave of lust that threatened to overwhelm me. “You thought you could tease and tempt your Daddy into doing what you want. I’m going to remind you who’s in control.”

Marco dropped the rope and flogger on the mattress beside her face, and she jolted at the heavy thud. A wicked chuckle rolled from my chest, a sound of slightly cruel delight. Her long, dark lashes brushed her brows, her lovely blue eyes wide with just the right amount of fear. It’d been a while since I’d truly taken her in hand, and I relished the rush of power that went straight to my head. Her submission intoxicated me like nothing else.

I released her from my careful grip and trailed my fingers down the column of her throat. She arched toward my touch, as though she already missed the comfort of my hand wrapped around her neck, commanding her full attention.

Another dark laugh rumbled from my chest, and she shuddered like the sound was a caress on her skin. Never taking my focus off her, I grabbed a neat coil of rope and ran the slightly rough fibers through my hands, allowing the length to snap against the bed as I unwound it. Her lashes fluttered, and her breaths quickened. I noted each rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her teeth sank into her pillowy lip in trepidation and anticipation. She was completely under my thrall, completelymine.

I grasped her wrists and quickly wrapped the rope around them, lashing them together before wrapping the length around her chest. Her small hands were forced tight to her breasts as I bound her with ruthless efficiency; this wasn’t the time for slow, seductive bondage. The tie wasn’t methodical or pretty, but imbued with raw ferocity.

I knotted it tightly at her back, trapping her arms against her chest. She had no hope of resisting what I had planned for her. My pretty angel would beg for mercy before I was finished with her.

Moving with savage, singular focus, I manhandled her onto her back and grabbed her right ankle, reaching for a fresh coil of rope. I wound it around her leg from sole to knee, crisscrossing over her calf and shin in diamond patterns. When I’d finished, I swiftly mirrored the tie on her left leg, drawing the rope tight enough to press into her creamy skin.

I glanced down at her lovely face to find her dark brows drawn together, confused at the new binding. I hadn’t tied her ankles together, and she didn’t yet understand that this particularly wicked form of bondage wasn’t about restraint. Even after all the depraved things I’d done to her, my angel still possessed an enchanting innocence that I craved to corrupt.

My lips split in a power-drunk grin as I grasped her waist and pulled her up onto her knees. I wrapped her dark hair around my fist, tugging sharply to force her to kneel with her ass touching her heels.

A strangled shout left her lush lips as the ropes around her calves bit into her tender flesh. My mouth crashed down on hers, and I savored the desperate flavor of her panting whimpers against my tongue. She writhed in my pitiless hold, her curvy body twisting in her bonds in a fruitless attempt to alleviate the pressure on her legs. She couldn’t so much as cling to me for leverage. Her arms were pinned between us, her breasts pressed tightly to my chest where I could feel the slight abrasiveness of the rope around her wrists.

I savored her utter helplessness for long seconds, pushing her to the limits of what she could handle. When I sensed she was near the edge of her pain tolerance, I eased back from our brutal kiss.

“Does it hurt, angel?” I cooed, brushing my lips over her cheeks. The tenderness belied the relentless way I kept her trapped in her predicament with my grip on her hair.

“Yes,” she whined, wriggling against me in a way that made my cock throb. She rubbed my shaft through the barrier of my jeans, and the confines were suddenly almost unbearably tight.

I nipped at her lip and growled, “It’s supposed to hurt. You’re being punished. Do you want to beg for mercy?”

“Yes!” she cried as I twisted my fist and tugged her head back farther. “Please, Master. Please…”

I released her hair and eased her upward to take the pressure off her calves. A sob of relief made her shudder in my arms, and my fingers gentled on her soft skin. I skimmed over the rope around her chest, finding the rough knot at her back and pulling it free. Her wrists remained bound, and I drew them downward, guiding her to bend at the waist and press her cheek against the mattress. I tied the end of the rope around her ankles, binding her so that her ass was offered up for further punishment but most of the painful pressure had been taken off her legs.

I stroked her hair back from her cheek, making sure she could see Marco where he sat across from us, sketchpad in hand. His hand moved with rapid, feverish strokes as he focused on his favorite subject: our beautiful girl.

“Your Daddy was working before you tried to tease and tempt him, wasn’t he?” I murmured in her ear. “Let’s give him something pretty to draw. You’re so pretty when you scream my name, angel.”

I picked up the flogger and allowed the thin leather falls to trail down her spine: a caress and a threat. At the same time, I traced her soft folds, biting back a groan of desire at the slick heat that wet my fingers.

“Master…” she moaned and arched into my touch, trying to rub her clit against my fingertips.

I delivered a swift, stinging swat directly to the tight bud, reprimanding her. “You’re not in control of this fuck.” Another slap was followed by her sharp cry. “Tell me who’s in control.”

“You are, Master,” she whimpered, her cheeks coloring with that innocence I loved so much.

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