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Damn it.

I was sure that would work.

“This belt is going to be your punishment. No spanking.” He tilts his head. “Now am I going to have to force you or will you do as you’re told?”

I’m about to open my mouth when he says, “Think carefully before you answer. Your response will determine how long you keep it on for.”

I snap my mouth shut and get onto the bed, spreading my thighs for him. It’s shameful how wet I am right now considering he’s promising to deny my orgasm for God knows how long.

“Fuck,” he breathes, gazing at my pussy. “You’re dripping wet.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Shame to waste the moment, isn’t it?”

He chuckles. “Nice try.” I feel him sliding the belt over my ankles and up my thighs. Finally the dildo slides into me giving me an excruciatingly small amount of satisfaction. And then he locks it in place. “Perfect.”

“You’re something else.”

“I know,” he says, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Not in a good way.”

He smirks. “You love it really.” He wraps his palm around my throat. “You love being dominated and controlled, don’t you, Gwendolyne?”

My body reacts to his dominance, driving me mad. Especially when I’m so needy. “Don’t touch me,” I say, trying to yank away from him.

He tightens his grasp, drawing me closer to him. “I’ll touch you anytime and anyplace I want. Do you know why?”

I clench my jaw as I’m not going to answer.

“Because you belong to me. You’re mine, Gwendolyne.” He traces his fingers along the curve of my breasts, making my nipples ache.

I need release, but this man is cruel. He won’t give it to me, no matter how much I beg him. And I have enough self-respect left not to stoop to that level.

“What about this dress, then?”I ask.

He nods and leads me into the walk-in closet. “You have lots of dresses in here, but I have one in particular in mind.”

No doubt it’s going to be revealing and degrading.

He selects a garment bag from the rack and hooks it on one of the coat hangers on the back of the door. Slowly, he unzips the bag to reveal a beautiful crimson silk ball gown. With intricate beading and embroidery, work cascading down the bodice and along the skirt. The neckline has an exquisite off-the-shoulder design, and a train that flows gracefully. My mouth drops open in awe at its beauty.

He takes out the dress and hands it to me. “Put it on.”

I slip it on and turn to Cillian for him to zip me in. “Can you do it up?”

“With pleasure,” he murmurs, moving toward me with a look of admiration in his eyes. His fingers graze against my skin as he slowly zips it up, watching me with desire in his eyes in the reflection in front of me. “You look a fucking vision. More beautiful than any work of art.”

I shake my head, heat blazing into my cheeks. “Don’t be silly.”

He arches a brow. “It’s the truth. Look at you.”

I do look, taking in my reflection. And I can’t deny that the gown does look stunning.

Cillian walks away and then returns with a pair of expensive pendant drop earrings, which he passes to me. And then he slides a beautiful diamond necklace around my neck and does it up.

Only then does he spin me around and step back to look at me properly. “You look like a princess,” he murmurs, yanking me toward him. “My princess.”

I can’t help but feel the anger melt away. Despite everything he’s put me through, Cillian is the only person who has ever made me feel special. As if I’m worth anything other than being a device to bring power to my father.

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