Page 25 of Save Me
“By taking away my choice?” She yanks at the zip tie, futilely trying to free herself. “By treating me like I’m your fucking property!”
“We need to know you’re safe,” Harry tries to reason, stepping forward. Vogue recoils as if he’s struck her.
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
I reach out and grip her by the throat, slamming her up against the wall behind her, hard enough to rattle her teeth. “This is your punishment. Your penance. Be a good girl, and we will remove it. Until then, you will always be where we can find you.”
“You’re a fucking dick,” she hisses, “all of you!”
“You’re going to take my dick and suck on it now, like the good little kitty you are, and it might knock a week or two off your sentence.”
She meets my eyes furiously as I push her to her knees.
I know I should feel guilty for enjoying the way she looks at me, fury mingling with resignation. A lesser man might waver under that gaze, question his methods, but I’m not a lesser man.
Vogue doesn’t say anything else. She’s smart enough to know when she’s outmanoeuvred. Instead, she opens her mouth when I press my cock to her lips and takes me in, her eyes never leaving mine. It’s a battle of wills in the most fucked-up way possible.
Her tongue is warm and skilled, her teeth grazing my length defiantly. I chuckle and pull my knife out, holding it against her throat. “Try it and find out.”
Her anger ignites, but she draws her teeth back.
But the sight of her on her knees reminds me of everything we’ve been through—how far she’s come from dirt poor inWestfield to this decadent room where power plays are as natural as breathing. I groan, threading my fingers through her hair and guiding her movements.
Thayer watches us with darkened eyes. “You still think you’re in control here, Vogue?”
She doesn’t answer with my cock stuffed in her mouth.
Harry moves in behind her with a pair of sharp scissors and starts to cut her clothes away, bit by bit, as she sucks my cock, my knife held to her throat, chipped like a pet.
When she is naked in front of me, I pull back. It’s taken every ounce of control not to shoot my load down her throat.
“Get her on her feet,” I murmur.
Harry hauls her up, not being gentle about it. She stifles her indignation, making me fall even more in love with her.
“Do you love me?” I murmur, cupping her face tightly, towering over her.
“In your dreams,” she spits out.
“Wrong answer, kitty.” I shove her back to the couch. “Open your legs for me.”
“No.”
“Do you want me to gag you?”
With fire in her soul, she does as I asked, and I grip my cock tightly, tugging on it as she watches. I can see she wants me. If she truly didn’t, I would walk away. We all would. But she can’t help herself around us, just as we can’t around her.
“You’re going to take my cock now, kitty. I’m going to use you like the whore you used to be, and I’m going to dump my cum in you before my brother takes you the same way and then my friends.”
She whimpers, her bottom lip trembling.
“But you know what the difference is?” I murmur as I position my cock at her cunt. “I love you. I don’t give a flying fuck about your past, who you fucked, how many you fucked or howmany videos there are of you out there. You’re mine. Ours. We worship you, and you took that for granted, so we are going to use you before we love you again. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Her admission is a razor blade—sharp but somehow relieving. There’s grace in her submission, a sick sort of symmetry to the chaos we now inhabit.
I slide into her, her wet cunt a reminder that despite the roughness and the pain, there’s a connection between us that can’t be severed by force or fear. “Good kitty,” I grunt as I start to move, thrust after thrust, reminding her who she belongs to.
