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I sucked in my breath when I heard the creaking of a floorboard, the only one in the beautiful estate that ever did. He was close. Far too close. He was going to find me and when he did, there would be hell to pay.

I’d disobeyed him. I’d run away from his commands.

I’d violated his trust.

And I was going to face harsh punishment.

Closing my eyes, I envisioned the first day I’d met him, the moment when I knew my life had changed forever. Only I hadn’t known it then. I’d pretended as if I wasn’t drawn to him, as if I didn’t need him as much as I needed to breathe. The day seemed so long ago, only it had been little more than five weeks. Everything had changed.

Everything…

I heard his frustration grow in the growls pushing up from the depths of his being. They permeated the room in continuous echoes.

Then I heard several crashing sounds and covered my ears, fighting a yelp threatening to give me away. He hated being denied anything. The man had no patience, no method of controlling his anger.

With one exception.

Me.

He was destroying the bedroom in some crazy effort to find me, although I knew his demons were pushing him to do so. I took several deep breaths, shaking like a leaf, wiggling my handcuffed hands in front of me. I could swear they made a sound, enough so to indicate where I was hiding.

The noise suddenly ceased.

Then there were more footsteps and another hesitation before he threw open the closet door. He remained standing outside, not even turning on the light. He craved the darkness as much as I did, preferring the protection and comfort of night to any glorious sun-filled day.

“You’ve been a very bad kitty,” he whispered, his breathing ragged.

I slunk back even further, even though I knew it was no use.

“I will give you five seconds to crawl to me or your punishment will be much worse.”

How many times had I heard the same statement? How many times had I pushed hard against him, uncaring about what I might face? Too many. I wrung my hands together, trying to control my emotions and the hard shakes.

“Five.”

I leaned my head against the wall, dragging my tongue across my lips. I could still taste his cum and his scent covered every inch of my naked body. My pussy ached to have his cock inside, my bottom still burning from the last spanking he’d given me. I remained where I was, defiant as ever.

“Four.” His voice never rose, but the tone was even darker.

I bit back another whimper, debating what I could do. I had few options. After all, I belonged to him.

“Three. I can see you’ve decided to be very naughty today, my love. I obviously haven’t trained you very well.”

Love.

There was no concept of love. He’d never issued the words, nor had I expected him to. Our relationship wasn’t about commitment in the same sense as everyone else. Devotion was something else. He was as devoted to me as I was to him.

As long as I obeyed.

My legs ached, my heart hammering hard against my chest.He won’t break you. He will never break you.My inner voice was constantly nagging me, but she would never win the fight. He would. He always would. For a few seconds, I was pulled into a previous life, the moment when my entire world changed, a real monster taking what didn’t belong to him.

And I’d been far too weak to respond or to push him away.

This was something entirely different. But then again, was it? I hadn’t been given a choice. Not by the man or by my body. It had betrayed me from day one, accepting the ugliness furrowing inside of him, pining away for his intense passion when we weren’t together. He was everything to me.

“Two. Tsk. Tsk. You are a very bad girl tonight. I can see you’re going to need a very harsh punishment.”

One second left. One second to decide on my own whether I would give him exactly what he wanted. One second to break away from his hold.

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