I close out of the screen with her office, needing a moment to compose myself before I do this. Watching her cry over something that meant so fucking much to me shifted something inside of my soul. Whether she knew it or not, that one small, sweet act proved how gone she is for me. She may not be ready to admit it, but she’s right there with me.
I pull up my high-profile client email account and open the latest message received. Flicking over to the opposite screen, I open up my bank account and pull up the wire transfer tab. In the blink of an eye, I’m half a million dollars poorer, but my conscious is clearer than it has been in months. I go back to the email and type out the long overdue message.
Regarding: Rayvn Porter
I have refunded your money and will not be taking on this client. Do not pursue her. Do not touch her. Do not speak to her, or I will destroy you. Your vendetta against Ms. Porter is done, as is our communication.
I would do anything for Rayvn, even if it means working my ass off to cover the funds I just lost. I have more money, I can make more money. Nothing is as important to me as she is. I did what needed to be done. All I can do is pray I’m not too late.
Chapter Twenty
Tonight,I’mwearingat-shirt and panties. The pill bottle is open on my nightstand like last time. My room is dark, except for the moonlight spilling in through my open curtains, casting a warm glow over my bed. Everything is the same as that night, except tonight, I didn’t obey my master’s command. I lied. I didn’t take the pills because I want to be awake for what he does to me. I also went out and bought a tiny nanny cam and set it up in the corner to record us together. I want to know what he does to me. All of it.
A thrill of excitement passes through me as the front door clicks shut. Does he have a key? A question for another time. I curl up on my side, digging my face into the pillow as I force myself to breathe evenly. My heart is racing in time with my pulsing clit, and my body is trying to shake, but I refuse to allow it.
Calm down, Ray. It’s just a scene.
I hear his slow, methodical footsteps through the house, clicking against the hardwood floors. He doesn’t come straight to my room. I track his movements through my house, using my drawn attention to focus on something other than how fucking horny I am. He walks through my living room, pausing in my hallway. He turns, heading toward my empty spare room. My brows furrow. Where are you going, Wolfey? Come hunt your willing prey.
What feels like hours but is probably only minutes later, he steps into my bedroom. The door clicks softly behind him. I don’t move, don’t think, barely breathe. Wolfe moves deeper into my room, stopping next to my bed. I can tell the difference in his footsteps between the wood flooring and the rug, which tells me he’s right next to me. He’s silent. Shockingly so. I can hardly make out the quiet sounds of his breathing. He’s watching me. Checking to see if I’m awake. I can sense him bending over me, and my heart begins to beat so loudly I’m shocked he can’t hear it. His breath fans over my cheek. Smoke and mint with a hint of weed.
His hand slides up the exposed flesh of my bare arm, eliciting a trail of goosebumps in his wake. My clit throbs and pulses. My stomach clenches. Is he wearing a mask? If I opened my eyes right now, would I finally see him? It’s almost worth it just to find out, but I ignore the thought, focusing on my fake slumber.
His hand trails back down, this time, just the tips of his fingers in a gentle caress. “My sweet, sweet Little Fox.” My heart squeezes at the reverence in his whispered words. “So beautiful. So perfect.”
Then, he steps away. I hear him rifle through my drawers quietly. I want to look so badly it’s becoming nearly impossible to ignore. After a moment, he returns. He picks up my exposed hand and lifts it slowly in an attempt to not wake me up. He kisses my knuckles, then he ties something around my wrist before attaching it to my bed post.
Oh, fuck.
I stay still as fear starts to creep in. My pussy throbs painfully in response. He removes the blanket from my body, and I hear his quiet inhale as he takes me in. I can tell my shirt is rucked up, exposing my lacy thong. It’s sexy and simple, and he apparently likes the look of them. Wolfe repeats the process, binding all of my limbs to my bed posts with some sort of stretchy, smooth material. Nylons, maybe? When he’s done, I’m still in my clothes but now fully sprawled out for his viewing pleasure. I almost smile at the thought.
I hear the sound of jostling clothes and then the distinct sound of a belt being removed. I feel the cool leather land between my thighs, and my soaking wet pussy clenches around nothing. The room falls silent for a moment, building my anticipation to an unfathomable height. I feel as though I’m riding a rollercoaster, and I’m at that bit where you're slowly clicking up, up, up, and waiting for it to send you shooting over the edge into a downward spiral.
Wolfe crawls onto the bed, straddling one of my thighs. I suck in a nearly inaudible breath when I feel the heavy weight of his cock on my skin.He’s naked.Then a flick. It’s a quiet sound, but in the tense, silent room, it sounds like a gunshot.
What was that?My heart clatters against my ribs.
Something cold and harsh presses against my chest. It glides down between my breasts, my stomach, my pelvis, moving in a straight line directly to my aching core. It stops, then starts again, movinglower, lower, lower,before pressing in softly against my wet hole. My breathing is rapid now, and as much as I’m trying to calm the rise and fall of my chest, I know he sees it.
The pressure against my pussy disappears before returning to the neckline of my shirt. This time, it's much sharper, and I know without looking that it’s a knife.Holy shit.He presses down softly and pauses. When I do nothing, say nothing—he presses down harder. A quiet gasp leaves my lips as the sharp prick of the knife penetrates my skin. It’s not overly painful, more like the quick sting of a paper cut.
Wolfe tuts, and I know I’ve fucked up. “Dirty little bitch,” he breathes. “Such a lying whore, aren’t you?” His voice is darker, edgier than I’ve ever heard it before. “Do you know what happens to liars, Little Fox?”
I remain silent, though my heaving breaths are now filling the quiet room. He presses the knife in harder, and I cry out. “Answer me,” he barks.
My eyes fly open, finding Wolfe before mein a mask. This one is similar to the last, but it only covers the top portion of his face, leaving his strong jaw and full lips on display.
“W-what?” I stutter. All of my attention is currently focused on the place where a long, sharp blade is pointing directly over the center of my chest.
“They get punished,” he snaps before sliding the blade clean down the front of my body. He loosens his grip enough that he’s not splitting me in half. His aim and pressure are methodical and precise as he cuts my shirt and then panties down the center. He uses his other hand to bat the tattered clothing to the sides, leaving my entire body on display for him. Red blood wells from a small cut on my chest, but other than that, my skin is unmarred. “As badly as I want your screams, I don’t want our time to end too soon. Can you keep your filthy mouth shut, or do you need to be gagged?”
“Wh-what are you going to d-do?” I mumble, my eyes still locked on the knife that’s now poised over my heart as genuine fear fills my body. I’m shaking in earnest now as I watch Wolfe cock his head to the side and grin down at me.He’s insane. Why do I keep forgetting that?
“Did I say you were allowed to ask me questions?” I shake my head rapidly. “Do you need a gag?” I eye the leather belt sitting next to him, then the knife, and nod once. He smiles down at me approvingly and strokes a finger down my jaw tenderly. I lean into the touch, my eyes closing as I soak in his affection.
I don’t even see it coming—the backhand across my jaw. My eyes fly open as my cheek burns in the wake of his cruel presence. My mouth flies open, then snaps shut. Wolfe leans forward and runs his tongue up the abused flesh sending a hot, fiery burn through me and straight to my clit.
“What’s your safeword, baby?” he whispers, pressing kisses across my cheek.