Page 89 of Mob Queen
I snatch the bottle out of his hands, turn and throw it against the wall. “You have no fucking idea what goes on in my head,” I scream at him. He just stands there, taking my anger. I slap his face so hard it stings my hand. “Fight back!” I slap him again, and my hand is hot from blistering pain. “Fight me, you fucking pussy.” Deep crinkles form over his forehead. “Fucking hit me, hit me!” I need this, I need the pain. The fucker steps forward and envelops me in a hug. “No! No! Fuck you.” I push on him to release me, but his arms tighten around my body, clamping me to him. “I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he whispers and kisses the top of my head.
Something passes over me. I want to fucking hurt Miller so much. But I also know that if I do hurt him, I’ll hate myself for it too. Tears fill my eyes and I shake my head to dislodge this feeling of sorrow. I’m a fucking boss, and bosses don’t cry. “Let me go,” I say through clenched teeth. Miller tightens his hold even more. But I fight it. “I hate you.”
He leans down and whispers, “Enough.” His tone is harsh and demanding. My shoulders soften and I release a caught breath. “Now, be a good girl and get your ass upstairs and in the shower.”
A veil of calm fights with my hectic mind. “No,” I push, though my resolve is quickly slipping.
He smacks my ass and a surge of arousal swallows my despair. “Now, be that good girl I know you can be.” Miller steps back and folds his arms in front of his chest. His mere posture has changed, become uncompromising. “Shower, now.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and look to the shattered and scattered bottle pieces. I pull my shoulders back and waltz past him. “I’m doing this for me, not for you,” I say with attitude.
He slaps my ass so hard it causes me to hop forward. “Now.”
My mouth dries as an adrenaline rush takes over my body. But I hold it together as I walk slowly up to my room, though, my mind is telling me to run. Run like my life depends on it. I put my hair up in a messy bun before stripping and stepping into the shower. I keep looking at the door, hoping to see Miller enter, but he doesn’t.
I quickly shower and when I’m out I wrap a towel around my body. When I re-enter the bedroom, Miller is standing by the bed. Jesus, my heart jumps when I see everything on the bed, and Miller with his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, and his tie hung perfectly over the back of the chair. “Turn around,” he instructs. A part of me wants to fight him, but another just wants him to take control and let my mind quieten.
I turn and stand incredibly still. He approaches me and grabs the end of the towel, allowing it to fall to the ground.
“This...” He skims his hand gently over my back and ass cheeks. “Is marked so beautifully. But it needs more, doesn’t it?” My eyes are closed as I relax into his gentle touch. He smacks my ass and I groan with appreciation. “I asked a question.”
“Yes, I need more marks.”
“Good girl.” God, I fucking love when he says I’m a good girl, regardless of how damn condescending it is. He grabs my neck with force and bends me over. “Stay like this until I tell you to get up.”
Moisture is pooling between my legs. I saw the toys on the bed, but I have no idea what he’s going to do with them or which he’s going to use first. I’m trying to listen but there’s no sound. I feel the tip of something pushing into my asshole.
“What do you say if anything becomes too much?”
“Gun,” I say on a sigh.
His hand cups my butt cheek and he pushes further into my ass. “This butt plug looks perfect as your ass swallows it. Take a deep breath.” I do and he pushes it further in. “Good.” He twists it around and I moan at the feeling. “So beautiful.” He spanks me and I groan with pleasure. “Now, get on the bed.”
I straighten and feel the pleasure of the butt plug, and as I move, my body is tingling with desire. I climb onto the bed and wait for his instructions. I watch as he approaches me with his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes.” I do, and feel the coolness of a fabric slide over my head. He places a soft kiss to my cheek. “Lay down on your back, arms up and legs open.”
“I-” I stop talking, this has to be the first time in my life that I’m stumped for words.
Blindfolded, I feel nothing else. “What is it?”
I take several heartbeats to try to grasp the chaos of my mind. “I’ve had a bad day so please, make me hurt.”
Although I’m blinded, I feel his warm breath on my cheek. I know he’s close. He presses yet another kiss onto my blazing skin. “I’m going to hurt you so much, you’ll be flying by the time I’m finished.”
My black heart beats ferociously. “I want this.”
There’s a swoosh before his hand makes contact with my nipple. “Good, now shut the fuck up and put your arms over your head and open your legs.”
Desire bubbles deep in my stomach. I lift my arms and feel the fabric as he ties them to the bed. There’s a delicious bite at my wrists, and I try to move, but he’s secured me in place. There’s a dip in the bed, and he grabs my ankle, locking me to the bed.
The lump in my throat is quickly dissolving as excitement overtakes.
It feels like hours have passed, but I know it’s only been minutes. Miller isn’t speaking, but I know he’s moving around the bed, checking the restraints.
There’s an excitement pounding in my ears as I wait for him to bring the pain.
He inserts something into me and moves it around. “You’re such a beautiful, wet whore.” He removes his fingers, and suddenly I find them tracing my lips. “Taste.” I dart my tongue out and lick myself from his fingers. But he removes them, and I mewl with want. His lips are on mine, kissing me with abandon. “You taste like pure fucking evil.” He flicks my nipples.