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“I am happy, Zoe,” he answered, closing his laptop as those dark depths rose to take me in. He searched my face and cocked his head to the side. “You will take a shower now,” he added and the way that he said it just annoyed me further.

“You can’t just force me to be your wife. The world doesn’t work like that,” I scoffed angrily.

He sat back, staring at me like I’d just said the most outlandish thing.

“It does in mine, Zoe. The quicker you accept that, the easier it will be for you. Now, do as I tell you. It’s time for you to get ready,” he answered.

I crossed my arms over my chest, my pussy pulsing with need and my mind blinding me with irritation.

“No,” I scowled. If he’d been closer, I’d have spit in his face.

He stood up slowly enough for me to fully regret the words that came out of my mouth. He rounded his desk, and I took several steps back, knowing that there was nowhere to run. I knew the door wouldn’t open for me unless he allowed it. I didn’t want to give into his demands though. I was a proud woman. I’d worked hard for every penny and everything I’d ever accomplished. I’d never thought about a man taking part in my life. I wasn’t ready to accept it now.

I wouldn’t, no matter what he did to me.

Chapter 5

I probably shouldn’t have pushed him, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wouldn’t just bend over and obey him simply because he demanded it.

He rounded his desk, moving toward me casually, but I knew how dangerous he was now. Slowly he shrugged off his suit jacket and I noticed that he was no longer wearing the shirt I’d soaked in wine. He’d changed somewhere in the midst of the choosing of my wedding dress and I hadn’t noticed. I chewed my lip, trying to figure out what his intentions were other than to punish me or remind me of his power over me right now. His face didn’t appear angry, but in control, which was the most terrifying thing of all. He started to walk faster, and I turned to run, but he reached for me and grabbed me by the back of the neck. My retribution was swift as he slid his fingers into the hair at the base of my scalp. He pulled hard, wrenching my head back in the process and forcing me to look at him.

His smile was wicked as he pushed me down, never letting go of my hair as he did so. I cried out, cruel agony blossoming across my scalp with wild abandon. It stung brightly for several seconds before it faded just slightly, radiating down my spine, and settling deep in my persistently throbbing core.

I struggled a bit and went to push his hands off my head, but he very quickly undid his tie and swung me around. He let go of my hair and I was a bit shellshocked as he wound the long piece of cloth around my wrists. He bound my hands behind my back securely and when I finally remembered myself and tried to pull my arms away, it was already far too late.

I made a soft crying sound, unable to stop the way it exposed my fear and rapidly escalating arousal.

He gripped my hair once more and very roughly forced me to my knees. I was grateful for the soft carpet beneath me as I rushed to balance myself. His tie was secure behind me, holding my arms captive and out of the way for however he planned to teach me obedience. I stared up at him and him down at me.

If there was ever a moment when I felt his power, this was it.

“Grayson, please,” I began, and he shook his head.

He reached down and unclasped his belt. I swallowed hard, anticipating another thrashing with the dreaded leather strap, but he didn’t pull it out. He unbuttoned his slacks and slowly lowered the zipper. I kept looking from his face down to his pelvis, very nervously waiting to find out what would come next.

If he wanted me to suck his cock, I had no qualms about biting it off.

“Don’t,” I warned as he pushed down his gray underwear.

“You will keep your eyes on my cock, little girl, or else that bare little pussy is going to get another hard spanking. I was gentle before. I can always spank it hard enough to make you cry,” he warned, and a squeak escaped me.

I dropped my eyes as my pussy clenched down tight and I looked at his cock for the very first time.

Oh. Fuck.

He was the biggest man I’d ever seen. There was no doubt in my mind that sex with him would be painful. I didn’t know if I could take something that size and I clamped my lips shut, knowing that I really couldn’t take all of him in my mouth. I swallowed hard and stared at that hard thing, taking note of the enormous ridge surrounding the head and the thick veins to either side. At the tip, there was a single drop of pre-cum, and he gathered it with his finger before he gripped the thick length. I squirmed nervously.

What was he up to?

He stroked himself, gliding his fingers up and down slowly and I found that I couldn’t tear my eyes away even if I wanted to. With my hands bound, I teetered back and forth and his hand at the back of my head squeezed tighter, pulling my hair a bit harder and I moaned softly as I stared back at him. My pussy was soaking wet and the both of us knew it. I focused on the hard length of his cock, not because he told me to, but because I wanted to.

What would he feel like sliding inside me? Would it hurt as much as I thought it would? Would I like that it did? I didn’t know.

I found myself wondering what he might taste like on my tongue, and I hated myself for even thinking it in the first place. He started moving his fingers faster, up and down, up and down. I never took my gaze away because he just seemed to grow larger and harder before my very eyes.

Grayson Asher had it all. Looks. Money. A huge cock. And now me.

He stroked his cock a bit faster and just when I thought he was close, he paused and edged his hips forward.


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