SWNOVELS Dreams of the Deadly: Part 2 – Chapter 41
Thalia whimpered as I slid through her slick, cum-filled pussy. “Are you sorry yet, λουλούδι μου?” I asked, reaching a hand around her to grasp her breast in my palm. She moaned, arching her back, having long since become desperate for the orgasm I wouldn’t let her have.
I’d left her tied up for the entirety of the day, only coming to see her when I wanted to fuck her or feed her. She wanted to use the bathroom, but I wouldn’t allow her to clean my cum from her swollen, used pussy. Not until she came and could go to sleep for the night.
Not until I knew part of me was so deep inside of her that there was no chance I wouldn’t find my way to her womb. Her body would take from me, and then it would give me the greatest gift imaginable in return.
“I’m sorry,” she sighed finally, her body limp in my arms as I curled my chest tighter against her back. With her laying on her side, she tried to shift her arms that I’d pulled tight when I’d maneuvered her into the new position. I slid my hand down from her breast, grasping her around the thigh and lifting her leg high into the air.
The shift enabled me to get deeper, burying myself balls deep inside of her drenched cunt. I’d already filled her with cum four times throughout the day, keeping her trapped like she was my personal toy to use whenever I wanted a break from work. Feeling the aftermath of that—feeling her the way she was meant to be—drove something within me to the brink of instability.
I never wanted to leave the haven of her body.
“You’re sorry for what, exactly?” I asked, moving slowly and drawing strained whimpers from her. I hadn’t let her use the bathroom, the added pressure of a full bladder making her need to come even more intense. I wanted her desperate. I wanted her writhing with my name on her lips.
I wanted her mine.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come to you first. I should have asked you,” she said, her voice barely a breath. There was almost no life left in her body, only the driving need to come keeping her from the depths of sleep.
“Even if I had said no, you do not go to another man when I tell you that you cannot have something. Is that clear? I treat you well, and I will always do so because I love you,” I said, pausing to let my words really sink in. Her body spasmed at my words, the physical response to the statement, which she hadn’t yet accepted, giving everything away for her. “But never forget who owns you. In this life, you are mine to do with as I please. If I want you to spend the rest of your days tied up with every hole stuffed full of my cum, then that is how you will be, and there is not a person in this world who can stop me.”
“Calix—” she said, her breathy sigh settling the beast rattling at the cage. I was still so furious with her, even hours later. I couldn’t imagine untying her and letting her roam free when she’d tried to betray me in such a way.
I could feel the way her arms trembled, see the way her face twisted every time she tried to move her shoulders. The position had long since made its point, the pain of it causing no permanent harm but distinctly uncomfortable. On a different day, I’d have drawn a bath and tended to the injuries I’d caused.
But today I wouldn’t wash away the gift I’d given her.
“Tell me you understand, Little One. Your life will be much easier if we’re on the same page about this. You will be my equal in the eyes of everyone else, but in here, you’re just fucking mine,” I growled, dropping a hand to her clit.
I nudged it with a single fingertip, her entire body jolting like a live wire in response. She was strung so tight, her orgasm so close to the surface that I knew it would be blinding when I finally sent her over the edge. “I understand,” she whispered, the dejected tone almost making me question if I’d gone too far.
But she came with the next stroke of my finger over her clit, her body going taut and pussy squeezing my cock so tightly I thought it might take it off. I groaned, following her over the edge with the tightness of an iron fist wrapped around me. She was so slick as I filled her once again, thrusting through her until her body finally relaxed.
There was no life to her form, just the exhausted woman who now understood the kinds of consequences she would face with me. I would push her; I would take from her and always demand more.
Where my men would face the threat of torture, of being branded or burned alive or dismembered, Thalia would only ever face punishment in my bed.
I reached over her head, finally uncuffing her from the headboard and helping her stand. Her legs were limp as I helped her to the bathroom, against my better instincts, leaving so that she could have a few moments of privacy.
She was half-asleep by the time I settled her back into the bed, but that didn’t stop me from grabbing the necklace I’d placed on the nightstand when I’d returned to the room to fuck her one last time before allowing her to sleep.
Lifting the silver chain, I draped it across the front of her throat. The deceptively delicate-looking, titanium links covered the hollow of her throat just below the spot where I liked to hold her. I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck, twisting the tiny lock on the back as I connected the two ends of the necklace.
Thalia blinked up at me sleepily, confusion lacing her face and I knew the argument would come when she tried to take it off the next morning and found she couldn’t. The only way to take it off would be to cut the chain or have a key.
Something in me settled the moment the tracker was locked around her neck, hidden discreetly by the single onyx gem that rested at the top of her chest. “Sweet dreams, Thalia,” I murmured, kissing her gently before grabbing a pair of shorts and tugging them on.
I left her sleeping, making my way to my cell phone downstairs. Rafael sat with it, watching the screen with interest. “Her heart rate is slowing to a normal pace,” he said, the observation something that might have seemed odd to anyone else.
Taking my phone from his hand, I stared down at the numbers as my wife’s heart settled from the exertion of getting fucked. I’d never need to wonder if she was still breathing if she tried to run from me. Never need to wonder where she was.
I held all the information I needed to track her back down at my fingertips, and Thalia had no idea.
“Any regrets?” Rafael asked, quirking a brow. He studied me as if I were a science experiment, and I supposed maybe I was. It wouldn’t be too much longer before he was coping with the same sorts of feelings with his Isa.
“No. I’ve done what’s necessary to protect her from her own foolish stubbornness. I can’t protect her if she can’t be honest with me, so now I’ll let technology tell me what it can,” I admitted.
“You still think she’s keeping something from you?” Rafael asked, pouring a drink for me to toss back.
“Definitely. I just don’t know what yet.”
“Give Christian some time. He may come around after you made yourself very clear today. If he knows something, and he doesn’t tell you after today, then you’ll know you need to dispose of him at the very least,” he said.
“Thalia will hate me if I do.”
“Bah,” Rafael said, waving a hand. “Just don’t kill him in front of her and she never needs to know.”
I snorted. I couldn’t wait until Rafael had to deal with having his woman with him instead of protected in another city.
He had a reality check coming his way.