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“Let me guess. You like to be in control. Your word is law, and I’d better obey. You don’t do love, so I shouldn’t expect it.”
I raise my eyebrows at that. “I’m more than capable of loving people, Eleanor.”
“Really? A man like you.”
I don’t bother to ask what she means by “a man like me” because I can imagine what she thinks.
“I may occasionally have to commit acts that would turn most men’s stomachs, Eleanor, but I was raised in a loving family. I care deeply for those who are loyal to me and rip those who hurt them to pieces. Do you understand?”
She nods, but the crease at the bridge of her nose suggests she’s perplexed.
“Did you marry me because you’re in love with me?”
I bark out a laugh. “No, my dear wife, I married you because I wanted to fuck you more than I wanted to shoot you.”
If it’s possible, her eyes grow even wider.
“You married me for sex?”
“And because I like you.” It’s a decent foundation for a marriage, something to build on. “But that could change at any moment.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that if you give me trouble, if you displease me, I might change my mind.”
Eleanor blinks rapidly as she digests what I’ve just said. She chews on her bottom lip, uncertainty leaking from every pore in her body. Then she nods as if she’s made her mind up about something.
She steps around to my side of the desk. Tugging down her corset, she reveals her pale, creamy breasts, tipped with rosy nipples. She drops to her knees beside me and I swivel my chair around to face her. As she reaches out to unbuckle my belt, a tremor runs through her.
Anger surges through me. I want her, but not like this. There’s no pleasure to be gained in making her submit when she’s carrying such an air of defeat. It’s pathetic.
“Get up,” I snarl.
She pushes to her feet, tripping over the hem of her dress. She steadies herself and looks down at me, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“What did I do wrong?” she asks. “I was only trying to please you.”
Something insides me snaps. I surge to my feet, grab the ruler and push Eleanor face down over the desk. I whip her skirt up and rip off her flimsy lace panties.
My cock stiffens when I see the pretty ribbons tied at the top of her stockings. I smack her ass, three times, leaving a satisfying pink hue on her skin. She shrieks each time the ruler cracks against her butt.
“Stop, please, you’re hurting me.”
“That’s the fucking point. It’s a punishment.”
Holding her down, I spank her two more times and she struggles to get up.
“Quit moving!”
I bring the ruler down on her ass once more, then toss it aside. Kicking her legs apart, I position myself behind her. I run a finger along her slit, finding her wet and ready for me.
“No, please,” she wails as I unbuckle my belt. “Not like this.”
I let go of her, and she stumbles away from the desk. She turns to face me, the tracks of tears staining her pale cheeks. My hand shoots out to wrap around my tauntingly innocent bride’s throat. She gasps as I back her against the wall. As I tighten my grip, her hands fly up to try to pull me off her.
“Please, Rory,” she cries. “Don’t hurt me.”
“I can do what I want to you whenever I want.” The menace in my voice makes her quiver in fear. It’s intoxicating.
