Page 95 of Isle of Seduction
I wiggle as best I can, trying to free myself of him, just so I can slap him, just so I can fight, let my fire burn once more. I land the back of my palm across his face, almost turning my entire body up to face him, but he recovers quickly and takes hold of my wrists with one of his large hands and sets me back face down again. Only the tips of my toes reach the ground and I can’t find purchase to push him away.
The click and swoosh of his belt melts the anxiety further, and when he tightens it around my wrists. I barely struggle and let him.
“When I command you, sweetheart, you do what I say. I fucking own you and it seems you need a reminder,” he says as he pulls my jeans and underwear down to my knees. The cool air is another shock to my system and relaxes me further.
I need what he offers more than I need my next breath.
Louis might be dead. I might have been the one to end his life, but the fear of someone using me again takes hold of me every waking moment. Sleep has been my only escape and even then, it’s too heavy for my mind to rest and heal.
I need Andrea’s brand on me. I need him to make me fight and to make me surrender, to make me come back to my own body, so I own myself again.
“Remember your safe word.” His words are a gentle command, and I answer. Always obedient when it comes to him.
“Kalliste.”
He hums. His hand falls on my left butt cheek fast and hard, dragging a cry from my throat. I haven’t used my voice for weeks and it feels raw and odd to hear it now.
“You’re going to cry harder than that, sweetheart. Or we’ll be here all day.”
Another slap, this time on my right butt cheek, has me moving up the board of the desk, my breasts scraping against the hard surface, and I cry out again. In quick successions, Andrea slaps my thighs, the fleshy part of my buttocks, the side of my legs.
My cries turn into moans, my body melting into the wood.
Two fingers enter my sex without preamble and I whimper. My teeth graze my bottom lip.
“This body belongs to me. This mind belongs to me. And you’ve been giving it to a dead man for weeks,” he continues his assault inside me with his thick fingers, thrusting in and out until all I feel is him. “But no more, do you hear me?”
“I… Y-yes.” I’m barely coherent, but I know what he’s saying. I’ve let the demon of my past hold me captive for weeks.
“You’re mine. My slut. My toy. My wife.”
My mind goes fuzzy at his degrading words. They make me feel safe, cherished. Despite the possessiveness in his claim, I know I’m my own as well. Through the pain across my flesh on my lower body and the pleasure building between my legs, Andrea reminds me that I own this body of mine, and I choose to give it to him. A soft smile spreads to my lips and this time, I can feel it inside my chest.
“Make me come, marito. I need it.”
The pressure builds fast and I’m on the verge of orgasm when he withdraws his fingers, leaving me aching and needy, ready to beg. I know that’s what he needs. “Please, please, amore, I need you inside me. Make me feel good.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He takes hold of my hair and pulls with force at the roots, tiny needles prickling my skull with delicious agony. He turns my head and lowers his lips to mine, whispering against them. “Bad girls don’t get to come. Now, suck on my fingers and shut the fuck up.”
I taste myself on his fingers, my brain emptying of anything but the sensations of him owning me. His pants and boxers go down and he enters me slowly, savouring each inch of his cock inside me.
It’s agonising. I want more.
Andrea pistons his hips while holding onto my bound wrist and my mouth like a leash until I crest again.
My moans grow louder. He removes his fingers from my mouth, where drools pooled on my chin. Pain shoots from my clit when he pinches it hard to stave off my climax, and I groan. “I said ‘Do not come’. Not until you agree to see Lana’s doctor.”
“Fuck you!”
Another harsh slap, another pull on my hair, but the words refuse to leave my lips.
Tears appear at the corners of my eyes, and my throat constricts. I try to shake my head despite Andrea’s hold on it but he presses it down to the desk again.
“Dammit, woman!”
His belt leaves my wrists and my hands fall on each side of my body. I hold myself in place, waiting with a mix of excitement and apprehension for the blow I know is coming.
Cock deep inside my pussy, Andrea straightens and lashes the belt across my ass. My walls clamp around him. I long to touch my clit and come but I don’t, obeying him and letting him punish me.