Her eyes shine with that irritating defiance. “You can take your rage out on me all you like, but I won’t allow you to use me to bring my family down.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
She starts to stand up, but I shove her back against the mattress.
And before she can move, I fling the side table’s drawer open and retrieve my ropes and special toys I prepared specifically for her.
Annika’s eyes widen and she struggles against me, but it’s futile. “I did nothing to be punished for.”
“Let’s count what you did wrong. Aside from shooting me, you left.” I strap her hands to the bedpost. “You up and disappeared, leaving me for dead.”
Her fight slowly withers. “I didn’t want to. Papa made me.”
“I’m sick and tired of your father.” I move to her ankles, binding them to the foot of the bed.
She tests the ropes but knows better than to pull on them since they’d only tighten. “Is that why you’re so mad? Because I left? I wasn’t really allowed to visit you, but I wanted to, Creighton. If it were up to me, I would’ve never left your side. Even if I was locked up for it.”
“Is that why you went back to the States ready to marry the first son of a bitch your father chooses for you?” I stand at the foot of the bed and finger a toy, then turn it on. “Is he the older fucker you always smiled at and called a sanctuary?”
“What? No—” Her words end in a moan when I thrust the toy deep inside her cunt and push the vibrator extension against her clit.
The belt of her bathrobe comes undone beneath my ministrations. She arches off the bed and the ropes pull her back down. A pink tit teases from beneath the fabric, the nipple puckering and tightening for attention.
But that sight is not enough.
Nothing is enough when it comes to this girl.
I’m plagued with this need to brand myself on and beneath her skin, so she can’t breathe without feeling me.
So she’s unable tobreathewithout me.
Unable to exist if I’m not there.
I want her to feel the fucking pain I felt when I woke up and found out she’d left.
I retrieve the plug and her eyes widen as she fights against the ropes. My movements are methodical as I coat it against the juices that are gushing out of her cunt.
It takes everything in me not to replace the toys with my aching cock. But it’ll happen.
In time.
“Bet your arse missed being spanked, little purple.”
A moan is all the response I get as I plunge the plug into her back hole. The sound turns to a whimper when I jostle it inside, on and on just to fuck with her.
When she’s gasping, her skin becoming pink in preparation for an orgasm, I release the toy. “Donotcome.”
I engrave my order with a slap to her arse then I go to the wardrobe.
Annika writhes, trying and failing to create more friction due to her position, but her gaze follows me.
My fingers splay around a leather belt and I do a slow show of rolling it around my fist as I stalk back to the bed. Annika’s struggles come to a halt, her lips part at the object, and a flush covers her skin in red.
“You think you can move on that easily? You think I’d let you?” I expose her perky tits and bring the belt down on the hard tips.
She convulses, arching before she’s held down by the ropes.
“Ack—” Her expressive eyes meet mine, pleading, begging, imploring. “Don’t…Creigh…”