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“You’ll do as you’re told, or you’ll find yourself tied to our bed on the edge of an orgasm I’m not going to give you.”
“You can’t do that.”
I chuckle, shaking my head slowly before bringing my face to hers. “Oh, but I can, my little Snowflake. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you’ll love every single second of it.”
“Elijah,” she hisses my name, and my cock presses harder into her lower belly. I love when she gets like this, when the fire burns bright and the flames flicker at the edge of her temper. “You are hurt. You are in no condition to be sticking your dick anywhere. Not to mention the fact that I’m still out of business.” The way she avoids speaking about her period only has the corners of my lips tipping up more. It’s cute that she thinks it will gross me out, but soon she’ll understand that there’s not one thing she could do that would turn me off from fucking her, especially not a little blood.
“That’s irrelevant.”
“It is certainly not irrelevant,” she screeches, tugging at the hand that restrains her.
I sigh. “I’m not arguing about this anymore. You will do as you're told, and I won’t hear any more arguments. The next protest out of your mouth better be to tell me not to stop, because anything else will result in a red ass and me withholding your orgasms. Do we understand one another?”
“You’re impossible,” she mutters.
“Was that an argument I heard, Snow?” I raise a brow.
“No,” she says quickly.
“Good.” I smile, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek before releasing her wrists and turning to stride back across the bathroom.
Before I can start stripping off, a knock at the bedroom door pulls both our attention, and a moment later, Mrs. Chambers appears with a tray of items, her brows knit together with worry. She’s always been like this. She hates seeing me hurt, and I suppose I understand why. The number of times she’s had to patch me up over the years is almost enough for her to have become a fully qualified nurse.
Snow lets out a breath, as if she thinks having someone else in the room is going to rescue her from her punishment. I decide not to correct her right away, it’s more fun to make her think she’s safe, just to tear the sheet out from under her.
“I brought you some ice. I wasn’t sure how much you would need, so I emptied both freezers.”
I lower myself back to the edge of the bath, positioning myself to cover my rock-hard cock. She doesn’t need to know I’m a few minutes away from sinking into Snow’s tight little cunt. That’s something she can remain blissfully unaware of.
Snow opens her mouth to say something, but I quickly cut her off. She forgets I’ve been obsessed with her for a decade, I know her better than she knows herself, and I know exactly what the words she was about to speak were going to be. “Thank you, Mrs. Chambers. Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off? Snow and I will be having a quiet night going over some wedding plans, and we can order in for dinner.”
“Oh, are you sure? I can help to tend to your injuries. Should we call the doctor?” She turns to Snow, directing the question at her.
“I’m quite sure, Mrs. Chambers. I’m sure Mr. Chambers would like to have you home early.”
She looks between us a few times, her eyes surveying the situation in front of her. Snow still stands against the wall in the shower, her cheeks flushed and her body tense. Then she looks to me, my posture calm considering I had the shit kicked out of me not that long ago, but that’s where her understanding starts to click into place.
Mrs. Chambers has seen me like this a thousand times in the past. Covered in bruises and blood, and God knows what else, and each time I’ve been angry. I’ve been ready to take to the streets and kill every last person who dared to question my authority. But I’m calm. Calmer than I ever was before Snow was carried through the front doors and became a permanent fixture in my life. “I see.” She nods. “Very well. I’ll be going. I’ll see you both in the morning.”
She gives us one last quizzical glance before turning back toward the bedroom. The moment the door clicks closed I’m stalking back across the bathroom to where Snow stands, her hands bundled together in front of her as she considers what her next move is going to be.
“Time for your punishment, little Snowflake.”
49
Snow
Is he fucking serious?
Sometimes I wonder if I agree to things, or if he just shocks me and through that shock, I end up agreeing to whatever crazy thing he wants me to do. That’s the only logical explanation for all the things I’ve conceded on since I woke up here and have barely been allowed to leave.
But that’s not my reality. I willingly hand over decisions, even if I do fight them to begin with. Elijah is the only person who has ever been able to sway my choices, and maybe that should make me run in the opposite direction.
But with a man like Elijah, you have no other choice than to run toward him and hope he catches you.
His eyes are feral as he approaches me, and I have nowhere to go. The cool tiles at my back send a shiver down my spine, my need for him evident as wetness grows between my thighs. I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t be in the mood after what just happened, but something I’m beginning to understand, I always want Elijah. Even when my head says no, my body says yes.
