He kicked my legs wide, opening me to him, to whatever he wanted to do to me. “You’re mine, mate. And after tonight, you’ll never doubt me again.”
I recognized this bench from my fantasy in the brides processing center. I knew my ankles would be tied, my wrists as well. I would be restrained and vulnerable. Weak. Completely under his control.
My pussy clenched, wetness coating my thighs even as fear reared its ugly head. Behind me was the man who wanted to remove his mark from my body. He wanted his gold, the symbol of his house, and the medallion, the only things that marked me as his, removed.
As much as my body longed for him, my heart literally ached with each beat. And my mind? The little girl who’d been left at boarding school like luggage, left alone at Christmas and abandoned to give birth and raise a son alone? She was in charge right now, and she didn’t believe a word coming out of Roark’s mouth.
“You’ll walk away, Roark. Fine. Do it. Fuck me now and cut off your stupid chain in the morning.”
Chapter Sixteen
Natalie
God, it was stupid, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I needed to push him, to make him hurt the way he was hurting me.
With a growl he held me down with one huge hand on the small of my back as he leaned over and secured my ankles to the base of the bench. That done, he walked around me and lowered my wrists into the leather restraints that were attached by slightly longer chains. I could move. I could lift my body until my back was horizontal to the floor, but no farther.
I expected him to walk behind me and stuff me with his cock. Instead, a sharp sting landed on my bare bottom.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Fire spread through my body and I bucked and fought the restraints as he spanked me harder and faster.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Fuck you.”
The spanking stopped and I bit my lip, fighting back tears. Had he given up so easily, then? Walked away, as I’d known he would, as everyone always did?
I felt something hard and small press against my bottom. When a strange wet warmth invaded my body there, I jerked. Slowly, very slowly, he pressed one finger into the forbidden area of my body, working past the tight ring of muscle. When he breeched me, I arched my back and cried out as he filled me, fucked me there with first one finger, then two. Legs spread wide, my pussy was empty and heavy, my breasts so engorged, so needy that they actually hurt.
Fingers buried in my body, his other hand landed on my bottom with a hard, sharp strike.
“You are mine. This ass is mine. Your pussy is mine. That little boy in the other room is mine. Your body is mine, gara. To fuck. To pleasure. To punish when you forget who you belong to.” He carefully fucked my ass with his fingers as he spoke, pulling back and pushing forward, working me open in a way I’d never known before. I fought the heat that spread like wildfire through my blood at his words and his dominant touch. “Say you’re mine. Call me master.”
I shook my head, denying him, denying both of us. No. I would not make it that easy for him. I’d been so happy to see him on Earth, I’d welcomed him with open arms, ignored more than a year of pain, longing, hurt. That pain came roaring back now, refusing to be denied. “It’s not that easy, Roark.”
His palm landed on my ass and I startled forward. He followed me, pressing his fingers deep. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“Just let me go.” The words were more sob than demand, spoken by a scared little girl who’d never been chosen first, who’d never been loved the way she should have been, the way I would love Noah.
“Never.” His fingers disappeared from me and he walked to a drawer near his massive bed. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he lifted something from the drawer, slid a large ring onto one of his fingers and returned to me. He held the item where I could see it, two spheres about the size of golf balls connected by a wire. “Do you know what these are?”
I knew, I remembered from the dream, but I shook my head and he walked behind me, pressing the first one at the opening of my bottom where his fingers had already prepared me. “These are stimspheres, gara. I can control them with the ring I just placed on my finger.” He pushed first one, then the second inside me, filling me up as they popped past my inner muscle and began to vibrate deep inside my body. In the dream they were in my pussy, not my ass. But this, it was dark and carnal and, god, it felt so good. “They will make you come, mate, as many times as I want you to.”
I yanked on the restraints that held my arms. The golden chain hanging from my breasts swung and pulled on my nipples and I bit back a groan of need. I would not give in so easily.