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As she reaches me, I spin her around, so she is facing the table and growl, “Bend over. Arms flat on the table.” She does as I say, and it takes me back to the club and the last time she was in this position. The fact we are in a room that anyone could walk into makes me wonder if she’ll go through with this. She doesn’t know that my staff are under strict instructions not to enter the apartment until I say so, and so I remove my belt, the sound of which causes her to moan softly.
As I position behind her, I push her dress around her waist and wrap the belt around her throat, fastening it like a collar, holding the slack like a leash. Then I pull her head up with the belt and whisper, “Do you want me to control you, princess?”
“Yes, sir.”
I smooth my hand on her shapely ass and she purrs like a kitten. Then I whisper close to her ear, “Empty your mind.”
She pants as the anticipation builds and I unzip my pants, the noise the only one in the room. As I settle between her ass, I say huskily, “Is this what you want? To be fucked from behind like a common whore?”
“Yes.”
Her voice is needy and so turned on it makes me smile. Who would have thought this American princess was hiding the morals of a gutter whore inside?
I pull up on the belt, causing her to gasp as I push in hard and with every thrust I make, I pull the leash and she moans as I take her from behind.
Her body slides against the polished table as I punish her for daring to challenge me and just before she cums, I pull out and slap her ass hard, causing her to gasp, “What the…?”
I spin her around and pull the belt until her lips are close to mine and I hiss, “Nobody controls me. I don’t give you what you want because you demand it. You earn it first.”
Her eyes are wide and full of shock as I release her and she falls back onto the table and as I zip up my pants, she hisses, “You fucking bastard.”
“Get used to it, princess, because you’re married to me now.”
I can tell she was so close to the edge because her cheeks are flushed and her breath comes in pants and I say casually, “Just so you understand, this is all on my terms. You will get your wish, but it may not be quite what you had in mind.”
I turn and walk to the door I entered through and say roughly, “Follow me. There was a reason I made you wait there. I needed to prepare the surprise I have for you.”
I hear her shuffling off the table and hide the smirk that will tell her how amused she makes me. She needs to fear me, and what I have in mind is the perfect way of achieving that.
She catches me up as I head through the door and as we walk to the end of the hallway, I wonder if she’ll be so brave when she sees what’s inside the room at the end.
As I turn the lock, she is at my shoulder and as she follows me inside, her gasp of horror makes me hard.
“What is this place?”
“Your fucking dream, princess.”
“Are you sure about that?” She sounds completely horrified and I nod as I turn and watch her reaction first hand.
Like the Banned Room, this room is kitted out for every sexual perversion possible and unlike the Banned Room, this one is not designed for comfort. This is no red room, this is a prison, and Abigail’s eyes widen as she takes it all in.
“Tell me about it.” Once again, she surprises me as she walks around the room, touching the stone walls where iron cuffs hang, offering no comfort.
“It’s a dungeon of sorts.” I perch on the bench in the center of the room, and she replies harshly, “I can see that. Why is it so cold?”
“Because it’s not designed for comfort.”
“I can see that.”
She turns to look at me and surprises me again by grinning.
“When do we start?”
I shake my head and laugh out loud, causing her to say irritably, “Is something amusing you, husband?” She says the word sarcastically and my palm itches to put her in her place.
“You amuse me, princess. I never realized you were so, shall we say, adventurous? It appears I’ve opened Pandora’s box where you’re concerned.”
For some reason, that makes her smile, and she glances around with interest.
