Page 143 of The Villain

“Why am I being punished?”

It’s the worst thing I could have said. I know it a split second after the angry question comes out.

She leans up, removing her hands from the bed. The rough breaths she was starting to get as she stared at me calms. Her expression falls flat, far flatter than I’ve ever seen it. She looks like a doll as she stares at me. I feel like the empty emerald orbs of her eyes are sucking my soul out. I don’t feel fear, only the willingness to give it to her.

She’s absolutely pissed. It’s the first time I’ve seen it. Even last night she gave me no hint of her emotions. Today she’s fully enraged. I poked the bear without realizing it was already awake and starving.

“Why did you leave,” her breathy voice runs over me again. I’m too damn dumb to be afraid at how emotionless she sounds.

My brows furrow at the weird question. She knows why I left.

“To meet up with Matthias. You know that,” I prompt to remind her of our conversation last night.

“Did you have permission?”

A simple question. So simple. It knocks the breath out of me in surprise. My lips move but I can’t think of what to say.

Obsession.

She doesn’t want me out of her sight, even if I’m trying to save her from pain. Just like me last night when I was enraged at the thought of her running away from me.

God, we’re both fucked up. And I’m melting inside because it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

“I have to have your permission to leave the house?” My disbelief is written all over me. To cover up how smug I am that a simple walk out has turned her into the raging fiend stalking around me as if I’m dinner. I’ve never had the obsessive tables turned on me like this before.

“Yes,” her voice is calm and final. She turns away from me to dig through a drawer. For her it’s a done deal and there won’t be any refusal. If I protested she’d ignore me and I’d have another punishment headed my way. She has no idea that she’s just blown my mind in the best way possible.

“Why?” I dig deeper. I want her to say it. I need it. I’m vulnerable and waiting for her with everything in me.

“Because you’re mine.”

My heart leaps up into my throat at the words. So much better than I love you.

She turns back with a hand towel filled with items. My brows furrow as she crawls onto the bed, setting the towel aside where I can’t see. She positions herself between my spread eagle legs and picks up an item. A bottle of lube. She spreads some over her palm and rubs both hands together, warming it up.

I’m expecting her to reach for my dick. Instead she gently tugs my balls, covering them in lube. I frown at the odd sensation. I can feel the warm caress further down as she tugs. She reaches out and picks up a cock ring, sliding one and then the other testicle in. The sensation isn’t comfortable but it isn’t painful either.

What the fuck is she doing? Making sure I can’t cum until she says I can? We’ve played that game a few times. The orgasms are fucking powerful. My breath shortens as my legs shift on the soft sheets. She isn’t saying anything or explaining. Yet I trust her without any hesitation.

“It should go both ways. You need permission too,” I pant, watching her hands move. The relaxed expression of pleasure on her face. Anything to distract myself from her tender ministrations. She treats me like I’m something sacred. I’m drowning in physical and emotional riptides.

“It does. I already downloaded an app so you can track my movements. I’ll show it to you after.”

I have to focus on taking in her words. She’s rubbing her hands together again. What’s next?

“What?” I utter dumbly as she picks up another cock ring.

“I’ll only hide from you during a game. Otherwise I’d prefer to be the only thing you see. Barring threats, I guess.” She slides the cock ring over my semi hard dick as I stare in wonder. The sensation and the words combined make me fight back a groan.

Her eyes meet mine again. The connection is everything I need.

“Watch me all you like. I’ll be doing the same.”

I let out a rough breath. My arms pull at the ties, forcing them deeper into my wrists painfully. I want to touch her so badly. I want her naked and under me, over me, I don’t give a fuck. I want her.

“May I ask you a few questions?” Her tone is casual. As if she has no idea that she just ripped my soul out and tucked it into her chest for safe keeping.

“Maybe,” I mutter without thinking. I’m too busy watching her hands.

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