Page 55 of I See Red

“Now, you have two options: you can either stand there and freeze or fight like hell to get warm. You choose, but I am not releasing your other hand until you have done as I asked.Tik tok, princess.”

Has he lost his fucking mind?Why do I get the feeling Liam knows more about me than I was aware of? Like he knows I enjoy torturous sex, even though we have never had it. I mean, sure, he’s punished me before after a night out, knowing I was doing what I had, but even then, his punishment was playful. We are vanilla with the occasional jimmies. Nonetheless, vanilla. I’ve never seen this Liam; then again, I’m remembering how little I actually know about him, and thirty minutes ago, I was ok with it. Now, I feel my ache for the hunt of his deepest innerthoughts building again, and accepting how and why never being answered is nonexistent. Just like that, the chess board has returned; for all I know, that’s exactly what he wanted.

“Now!” rings out, bouncing off every inch of the shower.

Letting out a defeated grunt, I amwellaware by the darkness in his eyes that he will not relinquish me until I have done as he commanded.

Slowly, I begin slipping my free hand down my body.There’s a reason the queen is the most powerful fucking piece.I’m not going down without making my own move.

I begin teasing him, lacing my fingers up across my tits pulling and playing before moving them further up my neck. Turning my face from his view, I leisurely relish in the feel of my own skin as they descend further down until I reach my slit, returning my gaze to him as I’ve reached his desired destination. My mouth opens slightly, breathing in what air I can as water escapes with each breath.All eyes on me, baby, just like you wanted. Eat your goddamn heart out, Liam. Checkmate.

Swirling my finger around my clit, I begin tantalizing him—seducing myself. This is not what I had envisioned when I woke up this morning—being Liam’s toy and not the enchanting and vanilla girlfriend I have been all these years is dangerously intoxicating.Okay, enchanting is probably not the word Ivy.I mean, I fucking like it, but he shouldn’t know that.And when did he install these chains?

You want a show, I’ll give you a fucking show.

Circling my clit, rubbing faster and faster, homing in on the all too well-known side-to-side frenzy, I can feel the blood rushing directly to it and warmth starting to spread. It is hard to focus inside a walk-in freezer, but I’m fighting to find warmth. Closing my eyes, I relish in the feel of myself, my clit throbbing and my slit beginning to weep from the friction of my hands. My legs start shaking, wanting to give out as I feel the climaxbuilding when he growls, “Look at me, Ivy.’’ Chills consume me further if that’s even possible. His voice capturing my stare, not skipping a beat; my bottom lip sinks in between my teeth as I bite down, concentration leaving me and pleasure-filled bliss taking over. Slow, steady moans escape my lungs, and I suddenly feel warmer than ever. Our eyes lock into one another’s as he stands there rubbing and caressing his cock, slowly and steadily, rubbing back and forth down his shaft, hugging the head with each stroke as he watches me pleasure myself. The control he has commanded is endearing yet terrifying. I watch him watch me, using him and his actions as my weapon to give him exactly what he desires. I slip a finger inside between my folds, taunting him, wishing it was him penetrating me, curling his cock up and into my quiver spot. Slowly moving in and out, I add another finger slipping further in, fucking myself while using my thumb simultaneously rubbing my swollen clit that’s begging for its release.

I’ll be damned if I come before you. I may be your prisoner, but I am the fucking warden.

Lies, all lies I tell myself. He has me, and fuck, I love being his captive.

Rubbing my clit faster, my head falls back, the climax on edge as I gasp for air. Loud moans bouncing off the walls, echoing through the entire house. My legs give out, my body completely being held up by one chain and my wrist. Drowning in the water, I scream in ecstasy as come rushes out of my pussy, and I drop completely. Lifting my head up, looking to him for, I don’t know, approval, validation, the faintest idea that he will come and lift my body up and fuck me, but there is nothing. He walks closer, dialing up the temperature of the water a few mere degrees warmer but stillcold as fuck.

“AGAIN,” he shouts.

Placing my feet back down on the freezing stone of the shower floor, I try to speak, but I can sense it will fall on deaf ears. My breaths fast and vicious. I find myself fucking and arousing myself once more, exhaustion consuming me as he watches until, once again, I hang in his torture, climaxing this time to a place I’ve never reached by the art of my own hands. Grunts fall from my mouth, followed by panting and sheer humiliation, humiliationI despise and love all in the same.

You are one fucked up human, Ivy.

Sure that he is walking over to release me, I feel relief, quickly turning to despair as he walks past me. Circling behind me, coming back around to the front on the other side, lifting my chin with his right hand, his mouth so close to mine. His breaths so warm against my frigid lips. Reaching out to kiss him, he jerks back, saying nothing. Brushing the other across my frozen nipple, pinching it between his fingers, rolling and pulling, causing me to squeal from the pain. Not releasing me, he bypasses me once again. Uncertainty of where he is or what he is doing fills my thoughts until I feel the rise in temperature of the water as he smacks my ass with all of his strength, forcing me to jump, the devil on his tongue as he commands, “AGAIN.”

A fire lights in me, becoming combative. “Li-” is all I get out before he cuts me off, “AGAIN, IVY.”

I have nothing left in me. My muscles weak, my wrist in pain unlike I’ve ever felt. At this point, I’m not even sure my hand has any blood flow left above me. The only thing I can feel is my clit throbbing for more, yet my body begging to be let go from this position. I fucking growl at him like a caged dog.

“Fuck you, Liam,” I spit, my words drawing a swift grin to form across his face. Running his fingers up my slit, flicking my clit, I squirm. My eyes follow his sandy brown hair up my chest, teasing me as his tongue sucks in my nipple, his lips a vessel as they deliver pleasure between his teeth. Pulling viciously, hisemerald greens gaze upon me as he demands, “Oh, I fucking plan to, princess. Now, again!”

I should battle him. I should demand he release me right now. This isn’t normal. This isn’t what the world would call love, but fuck me it’s intoxicating. This is the love I have been craving from him. All the arguments, all the missed signals between us, the years we spent toeing around each other led us to this moment, and I fucking love the look on his face, the devil in his disguise. I was fucking built for this, and I refuse to deny myself this moment. Lucky for him, his gamble of this all is paying off because fuckingismy version of love, and tortureisits best vessel. I do as he says, my clitso sensitive at this point it’s like a virgin being touched for the first time. Running my hand back down, I start slow. The sensitivity is almost unbearable even though that will benefit me in being done quicker. I take my middle finger and place it directly over my clit, pressing down, contorting my hand back and forth so fast it takes seconds for the lightning to hit me full force. My body tenses, and if it weren’t for the water, he would’ve just witnessed me squirt all over myself, come now encasing my thighs, the texture differentiating itself from the beads of water streaming down. I moan like a starved woman taking her first bite, collapsing completely, the clink of the chains ringing out. I feel the tears breaking out of the dam I have been barricading them behind, and I can’t stop them. They just keep falling fiercely. My eyes are that of a leaky pipe with no shut-off valve nearby. My body exudes exhaustion, and I am no more. Picking me up, pressing his body against mine, my head rests over his shoulder. Holding me up, he reaches for the clasp, unlocking the chain granting me freedom. My arm falling viciously to my side, the heat of the blood racing back to the tips of my fingers, making them itch and burn. My muscles unable to maintain my body’s weight. I wrap my other arm around his neck as he lifts me into his arms,pulling me out from under the water. My head hanging off his arm as he repositions me, cradling my body like a baby. My eyes close, and I’m taking in every water-free breath I have earned. My stomach heaves up and down at a rate inhumanly possible. Laying my limp body on the boulder under the waterfall in the corner of the shower, his hand frees my face from the cold, wet hair coating my skin. He gently places a kiss upon my forehead. His lips are so warm, his breaths calm and steady unlike that of mine.

Opening my eyes, his face all they see, the water crashes onto his shoulders, forming an umbrella with his body, leaving mine completely untouched. The warm mist breaking past him makes me wish he wasn’t hovering over me, yet inside me. His over-excited cock at full salute, almost touching my cheek.

“Did we learn anything, princess?” he softly asks.

I look into his eyes with barely enough breath to speak. “Ye, yes.”

“I want to hear you say it,” he snaps, running his fingers through my hair, caressing me in an opposite fashion than the last hour.

“Say what?” I cautiously snap back.

“Do we love the cold, little bird?”

That’s what this was all about, the cold? Tayden? I should have put two and two together, but through the freezing temperatures and pleasure, I wasn’t solving the lesson. I just knew it was one.

Who the fuck are you, Liam Maddox?

“No.”

“No, what, Ivy? Say it, I want to fucking hear you say it.”

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