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I cup her pussy and slide my finger inside her.
She arches her back and closes her eyes.
"You sure you want me to let you go?" I question.
She opens her mouth, and I circle my thumb over her clit, slowly pumping my finger in and out of her wet heat. She whimpers, and her knees wobble.
"Tell me to stop," I taunt, curling her hair around my fist and tugging her head backward harder than in the past.
Her body trembles against mine. The defiance in her blues grows stronger.
"Tell me to stop, Blakely."
Heat radiates from her glistening skin. Her whimpers grow louder and longer as I continue manipulating her body. Neither of us tears our gaze off the other.
I insist, "You can't have it both ways, Blakely. You either want what I give you, or you don't. Which one is it going to be?"
She tries to look away, but I won't let her.
"Tell me to stop," I restate, then curl my finger inside her.
Her knees buckle, and her eyes roll.
I hold her tight to my waist, not letting up, keeping her shuddering and whimpering. I lower my voice further, more to maintain my control than for her benefit, and warn, "The next time you defy me, you won't get this. Good pets get rewarded. Naughty ones get punished."
The metal handcuffs jangle against the towel holder, making a loud clang. I release her hair, and she buries her face into the curve of my neck, riding out her orgasm and tormenting my cock even more.
When her body calms and she regains the strength in her legs, I step back, assessing my flushed, spent pet. I enter the bedroom, open a drawer, and pull out a gold collar. I return to the bathroom and secure it around her neck. Then I step next to her so we're both facing the mirror.
She furrows her forehead, her questioning glare reappearing and pinned on my reflection.
I assert, "You're mine, Blakely. I'm in charge. It's best if you don't forget it. Last chance to change your mind about the contract. You can yell at any time and I'll let you go. I'll tear up the contract and send you on your way. But if you don't leave tonight, you won't hear me give you any more outs. So decide if you're in or out."
She glares at me but stays quiet.
I cup her chin and nod at the mirror, murmuring, "If you stay, I own you, Blakely. All of you. Games are over. You're in or out." But I know the games are only starting. I peck her on the lips even though I don't kiss my subs on the mouth. But I know her already and, just as I suspected, she turns her face away from mine.
"Ah, that's my defiant little pet," I taunt, then add, "Yell at any time and it's over."
If she could, she'd be shooting darts at me with her eyes.
Feeling giddy, I walk out of the room and leave her cuffed to the towel rack and collared, with the only place to look being directly at her reflection.
5
Blakely
The heat begins to fade as my body cools from Riggs stepping away and leaving me. I stare at my naked body, restrained to the wall, still red-cheeked from how Riggs touched me, with a thousand thoughts attacking me.
A debate flares inside me. Common sense tells me to yell for Riggs to release me. This is already out of my comfort zone. No one's ever been so aggressive with me. It should scare me, but if I'm being honest, it wasn't fear that raged throughout me.
It was excitement.
I'm unsure if it's because it's Riggs, and I've harbored too many feelings for him for way too long that I don't believe he would ever hurt me, or if it's something else. But if anyone else had done to me what he did, I would have been petrified.
Something deep inside me that I didn't know existed rears its head, making me question if I've lost my sanity. It's a craving to see what else Riggs will unleash upon me. There's a desire to prove to him that I can handle whatever he wants to do to me better than any other woman he's done it to.
Maybe I'm crazy. When I was eighteen, I wondered what he did with other women. I pretended I was one of them, but I knew I never could be. He was too tight with my father. Then he cornered me on my twenty-first birthday. It was the last time I ever saw him.
