Page 59 of Betrayed: Lords of Chaos MC

Ren snarled. “And you’re not?”

Montgomery cocked an eyebrow. “I’m all of those things, which is why I refuse to give up control. Least of all, to someone who belongs at my feet.”

Ren glared up at him. “You’re going to stop looking down at me.”

Montgomery smirked. “Where else would I look at you?”

He sighed and rose from the bed. His last comment left Ren speechless as his young husband simply stared at him, mouth slightly agape. He adjusted his suit, making sure he didn't have any of Ren's precum on his pants.

“You're not ready for me, Ren. You think the lifestyle I lead is kinky playtime and then it's back to being equals.” He shook his head. “In this relationship, you are not my equal. You are my property. I own your pleasure and your pain. I own your misery and your happiness. I decide when you eat, sleep, bathe, and come. You really should have paid more attention to me when you were pursuing me at the club. You're not ready to belong to me.”

Ren's breath hitched in his throat, because he so wanted to belong to Montgomery. He had wanted to be insulted by those words. Normally any other man speaking to him the way that his husband did would meet his end with a bullet. But, somehow, he found himself aroused in spite of his bruised ego. “No, no, I am. I want to be yours. Only yours.” The life Montgomery had just described seemed exciting if it meant he'd get to be fucked and controlled by the Dom.

“Is that so?”

Ren nodded. “Yes–Yes, sir.”

“You couldn't even take one slap on that bubbled ass of yours,” Montgomery criticized.

“I'm not used to—”

“Pain?” Montgomery interjected.

Ren nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“What else aren't you used to?” Monty asked, even though he already knew the answers. He just wanted Ren to admit the truth.

“Being told what to do,” Ren confessed to Monty's surprise. He figured the boy would lie. Perhaps there was hope yet.

Montgomery lowered himself so he was now eye to eye with Ren. “Get used to it, because I enjoy who and what I am,” he said with a voice that was full of his sexual dominance. “I will spank you with crops, whips, my belt, my hand, paddles, and anything that will redden this pretty, soft skin of yours. I will leave mymarks on your flesh, brat. I will stop when I am satisfied and it is your honor to take everything that I give to you. You will be grateful for the pain as well as the pleasure. Until you can do that, you will not be sharing my bed. When you're ready to truly be mine, then I will allow you access to me. Until then, I'm off limits.” He rose to his full height so that he was looking down at his husband.

“No, please, I don't want that.” Ren wrapped his arms around Montgomery's leg. He looked up at him, his brown eyes on the verge of tears as he pleaded for another chance.

“No, you're not ready.”

“Then teach me, Sir.”

Montgomery looked off to the side, hands on his hips as he thought about what his husband was suggesting. The last thing he wanted to be bothered with was the training of a sub. But that was when he was stressed out about losing his livelihood. That was no longer the case. Although he had a whole new set of problems to be worried about, his lifestyle wasn't one of them. Also, he was married and that couldn't be changed, at least not anytime soon. Ren was raw clay that needed to be molded. Ren was also his.

He sighed. “Very well. I will train you, but you need to allow me to train you. I won't force my lifestyle on you. You have to want it, you have to need it. If you don't think this is what you can handle, you need to let me know. And we'll need to get a divorce.”

Ren released his leg and shot up to his feet. His pretty face contorted in a scowl. “That's it, isn't it?”

“What?” Montgomery frowned.

“This is just your way of trying to force me to divorce you!”

“Oh, my fucking—” Montgomery stopped himself from losing his temper with the brat. He took a deep breath to center himself, then he set his focus on Ren. “You forced me to marryyou without knowing the type of man I am. This is your mistake, Ren.”

“I didn't make a mistake,” Ren shot back.

Monty had to hold his tongue because the back-talking was something that irritated him to no end. “I am attracted to a certain type of man, Ren. One who understands that I need to be in full control all the way. One who knows that there is a time to speak and a proper way to respond. At this point, you are not that man and I have no desire to engage with you until you are willing to obey me. I will not force you. I will not beg you. I will only wait until you are willing to submit. Then, and only then, will I give you the life you claim you wanted when you sought me out.”

Ren huffed and rolled his eyes. “I don't see why you have to be so extreme.”

“Because I am,” Monty replied curtly. He looked at his watch. “I have to get to work.” He looked back at Ren. “Do you go to school or anything?”

Ren crossed his arms over his slender chest. “Yes, I do, and I'm not going to divorce you.”

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