As welts are forming on her white cheeks, I decide I will cut this discipline short. We still have a lot to accomplish, and I don’t trust being out in the open for long. That, and my cock is raging hard, and if I don’t stop now, I’ll have to plunge it deep inside of her right here on the hood of the car. I’m a dirty, kinky bastard, but I’m not up for fucking in front of one of my men.
“If I stop, are you going to behave?” I ask, ready to bring the belt down again if I have to.
She nods.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” she says with a sound of defeat in her voice and also visible with how she lies on the hood fully with all her weight.
“Take off her dress,” I order Johnny as I place my belt back through the hoops of my pants.
Johnny does so with zero fight from Daphne. I have whipped her into submission…for now. I know that submission only lasts for so long, and I will need to force it upon her again soon enough.
I stand before her, locking my eyes with hers even though the sight of Daphne standing here completely nude nearly takes my breath away.
Is it necessary to have Daphne completely naked in order for her to obey me?
No.
But it sure as hell doesn’t hurt.
“I’m not a man you can fuck with,” I warn. “Clearly, I’ve never taught you this lesson.”
I see her bite her lip, and I can see the “fuck you” blaze in her eyes, but she remains poised.
“Are you going to kill me?” she asks quietly. “I know it’s what your family wants. Your father expects it.”
“Death is not always the worst thing that can be done to someone,” I answer.
Noticing she doesn’t have any shoes on, I scoop her up and cradle her in my arms without hesitation.
She doesn’t resist or fight me. She simply turns her head to stare out ahead as I walk toward the chopper. Yes, she is submissive for now… Or she’s putting on one hell of a show that she is.
“Bring the car back to the house,” I call over my shoulder to Johnny. “I’ll let you know if I need anything while at Heathens Hollow.”
ChapterFourteen
Daphne
I hear the whispers of death as we enter the manor.
I have always felt this way every time we came here for an event, but this time is different. This time the whispers are coming for me.
Forget the fact I am naked, I have no shoes on, and I have just been humiliated by my husband, I am now walking into my coffin of my own free will. I’ve given up the fight, and I’m ashamed that I have. I’d like to say it’s because I’m calculating. Or I’m scheming a way out of this, and all that may be true deep down in my soul. But right now, as Apollo ushers me up the large winding staircase, I’m fucking scared.
I know it’s his bedroom, even though I’ve actually never spent the night in Olympus Manor. We always left right after a family affair. I always got the feeling Apollo wanted to leave the property as soon as we could. We never made ourselves at home in the family estate. I always got the same feeling from his siblings as well. They arrived because Troy ordered them to, but none of them appeared happy to be present.
A large king-size bed, mahogany dressers, full-length mirror, an oriental rug, and a brown leather chair by a small table and lamp are in this room. It’s the kind of room that belongs inside a mansion or some rich-person’s penthouse. It doesn’t have the haunted, gothic elegance of the main part of the manor.
My eyes dart to the bed, and my breath hitches when I realize why he’s taking me to the room. He’s going to want sex. I’m naked, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. We had sex last night, but that was different. Maybe it was because I felt sorry for him that he had lost his twin. Or maybe it was wishful thinking that we could repair our marriage. Or maybe I was simply horny and hadn’t been touched in ages.
But this time… This time things have changed. This man isn’t my husband any longer. This man is a monster.
Who knows what he has planned for me, and I’m too scared to demand answers.
I can’t make my feet move even if I want to. There is no way my inner soul will allow me to step across the threshold of my own free will. There is no way at all. So, I stand in place and will my knees not to buckle.
“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he says, pulling me into the room with a hard tug. “I have something else in mind for you.”