Page 15 of Cruel Love
“You will wear this collar until the day I allow you to take it off. You willwear this as a symbol of ownership. You belong to me, Mouse, and only when I deem it, will you be free of me.”
I tugged her head back by her hair, forcing her to look up at me. Hereyes were wide and wary. Stroking a thumb over the blue sapphire gemthatrested in the middle of the collar, a sense of relief rushed through me at knowing she would never escape me.“There is a tracker in this. If you ever think of running from me, Mouse, I will find you. And I warn you, the consequences for your attempt at fleeing me will be severe.”
Her breath hitched at my words, and I wondered if she’d spent theafternoon plotting a way to escape me. If she had, her time was wasted.
With or without the tracker, she would never be free of me.
“Thank me for my gift to you,”I said, releasing her hair and returningto my seat.
My gaze was fixed on the collar, admiring how damn perfect shelooked now she was tethered to me for as long as I wanted her to be.
Her blue and green eyes met mine.“Thank you for my gift, Mr.Carter.”
The sudden image of her naked, wearing only my collar, and kneelingat my feet reared to life in my head, and pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock. If it wasn’t for the door opening and two of my staff bringing in our food, I would have demanded she got on her knees so I could fuck her throat.
Once our plates were put in front of us and the staff had left us alone,Willow sat patiently, staring at her food.
“You may eat,”I said, picking up my knife and fork.
“Thank you,” she muttered.
Following suit, she picked up her own knife and fork andbegan cutting into her steak.Silence descended as we ate, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away fromher. I didn’t know what it was about the mouse, whether it was the way all of her movements were impossibly graceful, or because I couldn’t read what she was thinking.
Either way, I was mesmerized, and the more I watched her, the moreanger brewed. Willow was nothing to me, she was an eighteen-year-old girl who’d spent the last eight years being brainwashed. She was nothing. An empty vessel like all the girls from Peartree House.
But in my thirty years on this planet, there had never been a timewhen I couldn’t get a woman out of my damn head. I’d met countless beautiful women who were rich, intelligent, and powerful, and not one of them stirred up feelings inside me the way the mouse did.
It was because I was watching her so intentlythatI noticed afterseveral small mouthfuls, she began pushing her food around her plate.
“Is there something wrong with your dinner?”I asked, my tone terse.
Her head whipped up so she could look at me. At least she wasobeying rule one.“No, Sir. I’mjustnotveryhungry.”
My fists clenched around my utensils.“Eat your fucking dinner,Willow. You’ll need to be better nourished if you are going to carry my baby.”
Her attention dropped back to her plate, and she ate severalmore mouthfuls of vegetables. Every time she lifted her fork to her mouth, a grimace formed as if it was taking a monumental effort to eat what I had provided her.
With every secondthatpassed by, my anger grew. The ungratefullittle cunt was acting as if my food wasn’t good enough for her. When she put the tiniest amount of steak on her fork, I couldn’t contain my rage any longer.
“If the food I provide for you isn’t fucking good enough, Mouse, I’llgive you something else to fucking eat!”I roared, jumping from my chair and swiping my hand across the table.
The plates and wine glasses clattered to the floor, smashing into tinypieces. Horror flashed across Willow’s face, her body shrinking into her chair as I stormed to where she sat.
I yanked her arm, tugging her out of her chair and onto her knees infront of me. Freeing my solid cock from the confines of my pants, I grabbed a fistful of Willow’s hair and tugged her head back, forcing a cry from her mouth.
As her mouth opened, I shoved my cock inside, and held herin place as my tip hit the back of her throat, making her cough.
“That’s it, Mouse, choke on my cock,”I hissed, roughly thrusting inand out of her mouth.
Willow gagged, tears instantly filling her eyes as she splutteredand tried to get air past my thick cock and into her lungs. In order to balance herself, her hands fell to my thighs, and she desperately tried to pull away, but my grip on the back of her head was ironclad.
She was helpless but to accept my cock.
“Fuck,”I groaned. My balls tightened as tingles started at the base ofmy spine.“I’m gonna come down your throat, Mouse. If my food isn’t good enough for you, you can fill up on my come like a dirty fucking whore.”
My pace increased as Willow’s gagging echoed around the room, andher fingers scrambled helplessly to push me away. Her cheeks had turned a bright shade of crimson as tears fell while saliva dribbled down her chin.
The sight was fucking spectacular.
