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I rise and retrieve the wipes Nikita keeps in the bathroom, then come back and sit on the edge of the bed. Cradling Sadie’s face in my hands, I wipe away the remains of her makeup until she lies with her eyes closed, her simple beauty making my heart swell.
I watch her soft brown hair ease through my fingers and fall. Over and over, a mesmerizing repetition, combing through her fragrant, silky hair, until her breathing slows. I stand, and stretch, my cock painfully hard. Lifting my belt in my hands, I double it and lightly smack the belt against my hand. When I fantasize about hurting Sadie, this is what I conjure up, my belt in my hand, doubled over and ready to punish her.
I lay the leather on a chair, where I coil it like a length of rope, before I unfasten my pants. I push them down my hips, step out, and fist my thick cock while I look at the sleeping form of the girl in my bed. I want to jerk myself off until I mark her with my come. I throw my head back at the image of her breasts dripping as she kneels in front of me. I stop just before I come and turn away.
In the shower, I ease my misery, imagining her presenting herself on the bed for me, striped with my leather, her body welted and marked by me. When I finally come, I roar out my release, bracing myself on the wall. I jerk myself off until there’s nothing left. I slump against the wall, panting. Christ, how I want to bury my cock balls-deep in that virgin pussy of hers.
I lather up and quickly finish the shower. I towel off, slide into a pair of boxers, and lie down next to her.
Soon, we will marry. She has no choice in this. The marriage is one of convenience, and by the time we say our vows, I’ll have her trained well enough that she shouldn’t cause a problem. I will take my place as her legal husband. Reap her inheritance. Pay my tribute to Dimitri.
And what happens when I pay my tribute?
Typically, the women we use for our own gain disappear, never to be seen nor heard from again.
And as I drift off to sleep, I know this time will be different, just like I’ve known Sadie was different. This time, everything changes.
Tomorrow will be her real test. Tomorrow, she meets the rest of my brothers.She tosses and turns all night, murmuring to herself until the sun finally rises. I rub the sleep from my eyes, exhausted.
“For the love of God,” I growl. “Will you rest and get some sleep?”
“I tried,” she says petulantly, her back to me.
Irritated, I give her a sharp crack to the ass. “You didn’t try hard enough.”
“Ow,” she says, rubbing her ass. “What was that for?”
“Because I wanted to.” I don’t like her tone of voice and today’s an important day.
“Well, good,” she mutters. “It seems foolish to spank someone for not sleeping.”
My dick is hard waking up to her beside me. I lean closer to her. “I’ll spank you for any reason I want.”
She doesn’t respond. I reach out to her ass and give it a good squeeze, so I can tell if she still feels the residual effects of our session last night. The hiss of breath she releases confirms to me that yes, she definitely does. Good. Sometimes a reminder to obey is most effective.
“You didn’t tie me up,” she says, in a curious tone. “If I wanted to, I could have just walked about the whole apartment if I wanted?”
“Yes,” I tell her.
“And what would happen if I tried to leave?”
“Do you want to find out?” She’s like a child pushing boundaries. She can push all she wants. I’m prepared to handle her when she does. Hell, I’m eager.
She silences.
“Don’t be silly, woman. I won’t restrain you unless necessary since there’s nowhere for you to go. No way to escape. But make no mistake. You belong to me.”
Still, she doesn’t respond.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, taking another tactic.
“Very,” she admits.
I get out of bed and make a call on my phone, ordering breakfast to be sent up.
“Take your shower,” I tell her, jerking my finger toward the bathroom. “There are towels and all the toiletries you’ll need. If you need anything else, tell me.”
Nodding, she gets out of bed and goes to the drawers that hold all her clothes, looking around the room. “This is weird,” she says.
“What is?”
“You have clothes for me and toiletries to keep me comfortable. And yet, I’m your captive?”
I remove my own clothes from the drawers and lay them on the dresser. “Yes.”
Turning wide brown eyes to me, she cocks her head to the side. “Why?”
