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“You what?” I mock her. “All you’re doing right now is fighting against your body because your obstinate mind holds too much pride.”
I run the palm of my hand between her shoulders, caress her shoulder blades, slide down to her spine, the small of her back…and in an instant of complete madness, I rub her ass cheeks. One after the other. I indulge in the prohibited lust I’ve always been told to shut down. I pinch her right ass cheek with my whole hand and revel in the aroused groan that escapes her lips.
“Stop,” she breathes with an alarmed voice.
“Or what?” I chuckle.
Lik grabs both her wrists with one hand and runs the other through her long hair. “Ssh,” he tells her. “Relax.”
“Is our new toy getting all wet?” I question her, my voice hoarse from the arousal flooding my body.
Her breath hitches, her body shivers, and she stupidly attempts to close her legs. An impossible task with both my thighs between hers.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to answer.” I bend over her and whisper my next words in her ear. “I’ll just check for myself.”
“Sam!” she shrieks as I hook my index finger under her thong.
The shock in her voice doesn’t even phase me. I’m too angry. But I know where it comes from. I know she never thought her childhood protector would ever talk to or touch her that way. Rose lived a careless life when she had me wrapped around her finger. It’s time she finds out what happens when she doesn’t.
I follow the string that leads to her ass, forcing it to stretch out from between her cheeks. I don’t stop, not until I’ve followed it all the way around to the front and I feel how wet she’s made the lace.
“Soaking. Wet,” I conclude.
I follow back to her ass, pull the string taut and let it go, watching it slap back into place. She’s stopped talking, caught in her shame. Her head has fallen against the table, her mouth close to Lik’s bulge in his trousers, and I relish in the embarrassment she’s feeling.
“Now, that’s just humiliating, isn’t it? Being such a slut for all the men who control you. Is that how he got through to you?”
She knows who I mean.
“Fuck you,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
“I can see you would love that indeed.”
I grab her hips and flip her around. Her arms twist in Lik’s hold and she winces at the pull.
“You’re almost ready.” I grab the golden chain Lik was touching earlier. I hook the top to the harness around her breasts and the bottom to the belt. Lik was right, it looks beautiful against her skin tone. My eyes roam over her entire body and I tremble with the need to simply fuck her.
Fucking lord have mercy, she looks absolutely gorgeous. The leather that crosses above her breasts, the lace barely covering her nipples. The chain leading to more straps. It’s around her waist, around each thigh, covering her thong. In this moment, I want to keep her here.
I glance up, and the leather collar around her neck could be the end of me. My knees tremble, and I’m close to telling Lik I will be the one taking her to Vue tonight.
But I manage to control myself. Because if I take Rose to a BDSM club, it wouldn’t be to find the Volkovs. No, it would be to punish the shit out of her, and that’s not my contract.
I grab the ring hanging from her collar and pull her up. Lik lets her go as she uncontrollably follows my movement. It’s not a small D-ring like some thin collars I used to train Lik. No, it’s big enough that I can hook my three fingers through it, and it falls heavily in the hollow of her throat.
“One last thing.”
I keep pulling, and she has no choice but to get up and follow. Rose is a walking wet dream right now. She is pure lust on legs, and her beautiful, angry face is going to make every single man in this club want to have her for themselves. To train her, to punish her, to watch her tears spill and her pride die.
I sit her on a barstool at the kitchen island and grab a pen and paper that I give to her.
“Write ‘don’t come for me’,” I order her.
She eyes the objects in front of her and raises a challenging eyebrow at me. “Why?”
I stand behind her and hook the last golden chain that goes with her outfit. One end hooks at the back of her collar, and one at her chest harness, right between her shoulder blades. She lets out a small protest, but I can’t quite hear what.
But then, I pull on the chain until she’s forced to straighten. I watch the collar tighten around her throat and chuckle when she chokes out a whimper. Her hands shoot to the collar around her neck, her fingers desperately trying to grab at it. She can’t, it’s too tight around her slender neck.
