I swallow hard, trying not to let his intimidating tactics rattle me. Whatever he throws at me, I can handle it.
“In time, you’ll accept your fate, but it appears that you need a bit of a helping hand.” He twists some kind of paddle in his hand, making my stomach churn. “Pain is one of the best ways to punish, baby girl.”
I glare at him in the dim light. “Do your worst.”
He chuckles and moves toward me, rotating the cuffs on my hands so that they’re at an unnatural angle. “Twist onto your hands and knees.”
I grit my teeth together, glaring at him. If he wants me on all fours, he’ll have to force me.
“You are not a quick learner, are you?” he asks.
“Perhaps I don’t want to learn.”
He nods and places the paddle down on the bed. “Wrong answer.” Adrik’s hands grab my hips with such force it takes my breath away and then he flips me over roughly, so that I’m on all fours. The sheer strength of him only adds another element to my fear.
I shudder as I don’t like facing the headboard with this monster behind me.
Stay strong, Eliza.
I have to coach myself as I’m on the edge of falling apart and submitting to the crippling fear that he inspires.
He’s silent as I hear him move behind me, his hands lifting the nightgown someone dressed me in. The cool air feels like it stings my skin as a shiver races down my spine.
Adrik rubs his hand softly over my ass cheeks and it makes the hair on every inch of my body stand on end. Anticipation of experiencing the pain makes my heart pound so hard it’s all I can hear.
And then the paddle comes down on my right ass cheek with a thunk. The pain is so intense I can hardly think as a scream tears from my throat. He doesn’t waste a second as it comes down with another heavy thunk against my other ass cheek. I scream again, or perhaps I don’t stop screaming. The fear mixed with the pain overloads my senses.
“If you had just been a good girl and listened, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Would we?”
I can hardly draw enough oxygen into my lungs as I ignore his question. There’s no way I’m answering this sick son of a bitch. My crime was trying to escape his evil clutches, and I’d take any possible opportunity that arises again.
Adrik makes a tutting sound and brings the paddle down on my already sore ass again and again. “You need to learn to answer me, baby girl.”
“Fuck you,” I say, finding some strength from somewhere to fight against this.
He chuckles, the sound so fucking villainous it feels like the devil himself is behind me—perhaps that’s exactly what he is. “I wonder if you’re wet.”
I tense then, unsure how this went from a sadistic beating session to sexual.
He grabs the fabric of my panties and tears them in two, making me gasp. The cold air hits my arousal and I’m ashamed to say that somehow I’m wet.
Even with the pain he’s inflicted on me, the memory of this sick son of a bitch fucking me to orgasm returns to my mind. I try to tell myself I hated every second, but it was confusing when he made me come. The pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt, but I can’t forget it was against my will.
“Soaking fucking wet, baby girl.” He slides a finger through my arousal, making me shiver. “Have you been thinking about daddy’s cock?”
I tense at the use of that word again. It’s so wrong, especially for him. And yet ever since I have been sexually aware of my body, the daddy kink has had this odd allure on me. A secret that I kept buried deep and only indulged in reading smutty romance books.
“No,” I lie.
Adrik paddles my ass again, making me jolt forward. “Don’t lie to me.” He puts the paddle down and then caresses the stinging skin, making heat blaze across it. “You’re soaking wet and ready to be fucked.”
I bite my bottom lip. “Not by you,” I spit.
He growls and suddenly his hand is around the back of my neck, pulling me up at an unnatural angle. “You’re my wife. The only man who will ever be inside this tight little cunt is me. Do you understand?”
I grind my teeth, knowing that all my fighting is only fueling his rage. Up until now, Adrik has come across as calm and unshakable, but I can hear the emotion in his voice. Perhaps he’s not as untouchable as he believes. “You’ll have to keep a very strict watch on me, then.”
“Are you trying to make this harder for yourself?” he murmurs into my ear.