“Get in.”
“No.”
“Vivian, I am quickly losing patience. Things will go much easier for you if you obey me.”
She saw the warning in his eyes and didn’t want to test it. She climbed into the tub. He looped the handcuffs around the bar and secured her wrists.
“Screaming is pointless, but feel free to wear yourself out.”
Anton made it to the door, then turned, a smirk sliding over his face. She shrank from him when he came back with purpose in his eyes. He ran his hand over her thigh, then slipped a finger underneath her panties and inside her, eliciting a shudder.
“Just as I thought. You’re dripping wet for me.” He removed the finger and left her alone in the bathroom.
SEVEN
Two hours passed before Anton came back. He turned on the faucet in the sink and held a washcloth under it, then crouched next to Vivian to wipe it across her face. The coolness of the water felt good after all the crying she’d done.#p#分页标题#e#
She hadn’t screamed, but she had worn herself out. She’d exhausted herself, leaning against the cool tile, sobbing, questioning her sanity for ever walking into that room with him. Did she think he was going to make all of her fantasies come true? A man like this?
“Do you have to use the bathroom?”
Her voice came out small. “Yes, Sir.”
Anton unlocked the cuffs and helped her out of the tub. When she was on her feet, he held her wrists to the light.
“No chafing. You didn’t struggle. Very good girl. I see some alone time did you good. If you behave for the rest of the evening, there will be no more punishment today.”
Vivian waited for him to leave her alone in the claustrophobic room, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned against one wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I can’t go with you standing there.”
“Of course you can.”
Seeing he wasn’t going to make anything easy for her, she slid the panties down and sat on the seat, thankful she only had to pee.
She looked at him, opened her mouth, and then closed it again, unsure how the hell she was supposed to get a question answered when he’d already told her no questions. She didn’t want to incur his wrath again.
He chuckled. “Do you have something you wish to ask me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ask.”
Michael was out of town, but there was no reason to announce that fact. She was afraid if she admitted her husband’s absence, Anton would keep her longer.
Vivian bit her lip, carefully choosing her words. “Will you let me go now? Michael will wonder where I’ve been.”
“I’ll release you when I’m ready to release you. I’m sure you’ll come up with a suitably creative story to explain your whereabouts.”
She sagged. It had been a long shot.
When she’d finished using the bathroom and had washed her hands, he led her back into the main section of his apartment. A tray sat on the bed with a glass of iced tea, grilled chicken, and vegetables.
“I brought you dinner from the restaurant. Eat while I finish my paperwork.”
She sat on the bed and ate her meal while sneaking surreptitious glances at Anton. He really had no right to be that attractive. She wanted to ask how many women he was using like her, needed to know just how big his harem was, but she knew she wouldn’t broach the question. While the pain of the earlier spanking had faded, the humiliation hadn’t, and she didn’t want the lesson repeated.
Vivian found herself afraid of him now. A fear she should have felt more strongly from the beginning. He sat behind a cherry desk with a laptop propped open, the screen creating an eerie blue glow across the planes of his face. A pair of stylish reading glasses perched on his nose, making him look a little too GQ for someone who had recently had her chained in his bathtub.
Although his eyes never strayed from the screen, he knew when she’d finished. “Take the tray and dishes to the restaurant kitchen.”
“Dressed like this?”
He looked over the screen at her, a flicker of annoyance passing across his face. “We’re alone in the building. Everyone else has gone home. And if I let you get dressed first, you might not come back.”
Damn right I wouldn’t come back, Motherfucker.
Sensing the leash on his temper loosening, she got up and took the tray out with her. The lights in the building were off with the exception of small, round bulbs set near the floor, illuminating the way like the pinpricks of light in a movie theater aisle.
She could see the crowded streets outside the glass door and moved quickly through the shadows to avoid being seen.
When she returned, the laptop was closed with the glasses folded and lying on top of it. Anton lounged on the bed, wearing a smirk and nothing else.
Vivian swallowed convulsively.
“Come here,” he commanded.
She forced herself to move toward the bed, almost stumbling in the stupid shoes in her nervousness. Real sexy, Vivian.
He patted the bed beside him, and she sat, feeling awkward. “I’ve never done this with anyone else before.”
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
Her panicked eyes shot to his. Why had she relaxed her guard? Stupid. “No, Sir.”
He ran his fingers through her hair and around to the nape of her neck, gently kneading with one hand, then two. “Tell me Vivian, honestly. Do you intend to come back to me on Tuesday at our normally scheduled time?”#p#分页标题#e#
“Yes, Sir.”
“Liar.”
She tensed. It was a lie, but she was afraid if she told the truth, he’d never let her leave that room. She had to get free of him before she could vow never to come back.
“Lie to me again, flower, and you will regret it. Do you intend to come back to me on Tuesday?”
She was silent for a full minute until his hand tightened on the back of her neck. “No, Sir.”
He laughed. “When I allow you to go home, you can make that decision. There are many days before Tuesday. You’ll want to use every one of them to make sure you’ve chosen the proper course.”
His hands moved to unhook her bra. She sat motionless as he slid the scrap of lace off her and gasped when his hungry mouth found the hollow of her throat, sucking and biting with such an intensity she couldn’t stop the little moan that left her mouth.
Vivian felt his reverberating chuckle against her neck. “You’ll be back,” he whispered, his lips moving to her ear. “You want the things I can make you feel too much.”
She was sure by now that she was finished playing with fire. Her justifications for returning over and over to Dome were weak and pathetic. Instead of playing the victim, why can’t I just own it?
She closed her eyes and imagined herself watching the scene from a distance, observing her body, docile, compliant. Like a doll. His doll. His filthy little fuck doll. She didn’t move to stroke or kiss him. She wouldn’t initiate a single thing, but she’d do whatever he told her to do.
“I shouldn’t go easy on you after your earlier disobedience. I warned you about me.”
Her breath caught, but she didn’t reply. She still wasn’t totally clear on his speech rules, and warped or not, she didn’t want to be the one in control. She relaxed as his hands moved to her front, arranging her, positioning her in the way he found attractive, tweaking her nipples into painful, hardened points.
And then she started crying, great heaving sobs that made her shoulders shake. It wasn’t the pain of what he was physically doing to her. It was something much deeper, something inside of her that was clawing desperately to get out and had only needed the smallest of catalysts. She waited for him to mock her weakness, but instead he turned her so he could look into her eyes. She pulled away.
“Don’t resist me, flower.”
Slowly, Vivian turned her face back to him. She was sure if she looked in the mirror, her eyes would be stark, needing something but knowing this wasn’t the right man to give it to her.
“Stand up, remove your panties, and bend over the bed with your palms flat on the surface.”
“Please Sir . . . I . . . ”
“This isn’t a negotiation.”
Was this his version of I’ll give you something to cry about? She got off the bed and moved to obey him. The lid of the trunk creaked open. Several items were shuffled around, until it was finally shut again.
Anton moved behind her. “Look at the bed. Don’t turn around.”
The pain that flared across her ass was so sharp she lost the ability to breathe for a moment. It seared through her, causing every nerve ending she had to twinge reflexively. What the fuck was he hitting her with? It was long, hard, and that was all the information she could process before the pain was back again.
The second crack made her cry out.
“Say, ‘Thank you, Sir. May I please have another?’ after each one.”
Vivian repeated the phrase, holding her body tense, waiting for the next blow.
It didn’t come. Instead, Anton’s hand brushed over skin, soothing the pain he’d just caused. Moments later, a warm tongue licked over the welt that had no doubt risen.
The tension eased and flowed out of her. Then another crack landed over the flesh that was now wet from his tongue. She screamed, then forced the words from her mouth. “Thank you, Sir. May I please have another?”