Page 36 of Fallen Dane

“Sit in that chair.” He points to the leather chair in the corner. “Spread your legs over the arms.”

I do what he says, waiting for him to call me out for how wet I am. I’m still just as fucked up and obsessed with my husband, even if he fucking hates me. My thighs hang over the leather arms, and I wait for him as he fumbles around in one of his desk drawers.

Then he’s in front of me, tying my arms and legs in place so that I can’t move. The ropes cutting into my wrists almost soothe some of the emotional pain.

He kneels in front of me and pushes a vibrator inside my pussy. It’s thick and fills me completely. When it’s seated deep, he stands and holds up the remote.

“Since you want me to punish you and fuck you until I allow you to come, I’m going to skip to the end.” His voice is colder and crueler than he’s ever been with me, and the tears are now running down my cheeks. “You’re going to come, Whitney. Over and over until it fucking hurts. And then you’re going to come ten more times after that.”

He presses a button on the remote.

The vibrator comes to life inside me with strong, pulsing vibrations that make me moan immediately.

“That’s it, my dear wife.” He practically snarls the last word. “Let’s get this first one over quickly.”

He pushes the button a few more times, and the device moves inside of me while the part touching my clit begins a suction sensation.

It’s intense, and I come almost instantly. My body locks up, and I cry out his name even though I try not to.

“That’s one.” He clicks the button again before I can catch my breath. “I want you to think about how good my cock feels inside you while this toy does all the work. Think about what it means to fucking lie to me.”

The device pulses harder. I try to move in the chair, but I can’t.

Dane props himself against the edge of his desk and watches me. He’s so still—I would almost think he’s a statue—with a deep scowl etched onto his handsome face.

Several minutes pass, and the pressure builds again. I scream and moan when I come the second time.

Then, he pushes a button and turns the device to an even higher setting. He shows no reaction each time I come right in front of him.

“Please, Dane. I need to feel you instead of this thing. Please just touch me.”

It’s the truth. I need to be in his arms, beneath him, or even with his hand wrapped around my throat. I need to feel his skin against mine.

“Then tell me who you were sending the files to.”

“Dane—”

He clicks the device up higher. The vibrations are relentless now. I’m shaking and crying. My pussy is overstimulated, and I have no time between orgasms to recover.

The third one rips through me, then the fourth. I lose count somewhere around eight or nine. Each one hurts more than the last. My body is betraying me, responding to the stimulation even though I’m desperate for it to stop.

“Please.” I’m sobbing and look up at him, pleading for him to understand that I never wanted to betray him.

“Just say his fucking name, Whitney.”

And there’s something in his tone that makes me realize what I should have already figured out. He knows. He’s toying with me until I confess.

“Harrison Lockwood.” I force the words out. “I’ve been sending files to Harrison Lockwood.”

“There it is.”

He leans down so his face is right in front of mine. “You chose that bastard over me. You betrayed me for that ignorant fuck.”

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent.” The words come out before I can stop them. “You’ve been manipulating me for days, and I fucking believed it was real. But you aren’t capable of anything but protecting your money and power.”

His eyes go dark. “Careful, Whitney.”

“Fuck you.” I’m fuming now, angry at him, at Harrison, at myself. “You’ve never cared about me. I’m property you bought at the auction to make up for the all-powerful Dane being told no. Well, congratulations, Dane. You’ve won. You have me, and you made me fucking care for you like a stupid bitch. And that’s a worse punishment than anything else you could do to me.”