Chapter 24

Chapter

Twenty-Four

ANI

Finding a comfortable way to sleep on the floor with nothing but a blanket, with the plug and handcuffs still so tight against my flesh isn’t easy, but I must learn how to accept it, or risk having continual panic attacks, which is no longer an option. I need to be strong. I have to find strength to survive. I have to. Finding my own internal peace will be the only thing to get me through this ordeal.

About an hour or so has passed since Phoenix escorted me back to the room, and I decide to take the time to really accept my surroundings and absorb them into my soul. If I can come to terms and welcome my new situation, I’ll be all right. I don’t know for sure what is in store for me with this man, but I must deal with the moment. My new strength will be in not worrying about tomorrow but rather focusing on today. Today, my concentration will be on breathing and comfort. Finding comfort. Rather than seeing this room as a cell, I need to change my opinion and see it as my haven. Trick my mind and trick my soul. It won’t be the first time.

And it will be better than prison.

Even though I told Phoenix I would go to jail for the Godwins, I don’t want that. True prison would be awful. There would be no chance to earn… comforts.

If I am a good girl.

Not a bad girl.

Maybe I can be the queen who is pampered by her king. Is that even a possibility? If I have his heir, will he feel he owes me respect and treat me better than he is now? Maybe I can work this toward my advantage. Maybe a baby is the key to my happiness. Because the truth of the matter is that anything is better than death, and I can see how maybe this entire nightmare in the manor can be better than prison.

If I can earn Phoenix’s forgiveness and make him forget about my lies and secrets, there is a chance for me to have a somewhat normal life.

But having a baby?

I have always wanted to have children someday. Losing my baby with Mark nearly destroyed me mentally. I had no idea if I’d truly recover from the darkness the tragedy sent me into. As my body healed, my mind seemed to be so much further away in doing the same. I had given up hope on ever having a child again.

Being forced to conceive with Phoenix is far from how I want to, of course, but I am not against having a baby. Yes, I want love, a husband, and the normal path of creating a family, but I also gave up normal a long time ago. Girls who grow up on the Eastside of Heathens Hollow don’t get to have normal.

When the door to my room opens, I’m surprised Phoenix has returned so quickly. I was hoping he would after I spoke about his mother to the camera. Asking questions about her, trying to appeal to his inner kindness, and trying to make him see what he is doing to me as wrong through her eyes would make him take pause. But I also risked angering him, pushing him too far by bringing up his past.

As I sit up to face the man in my doorway, my heart stops while I wait to see what’s next.

“Do not ever bring up my mother again!” he bellows, stomping straight toward me. “I don’t know how you know anything about her other than assuming it’s your betraying sister. But whatever your sister must have told you is not true—because nothing she says is. I don’t want my mother’s name to touch either of your lips again.”

“I didn’t mean to make you angry,” I stammer, feeling my gut clench as I scurry back toward the farthest corner of the room, terrified at the fury I see in Phoenix’s eyes. “I just know a mother wouldn’t want her son to act this way.”

He bolts in my direction and reaches out, grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling me mere inches from his face. “Do not talk about my mother. Severe consequences for that.”

“I’m sorry,” I offer weakly, but I now see his Achilles heel. The sting from my hair being yanked causes tears to well in my eyes. “I won’t bring her up again.”

He tugs my hair harder, forcing my head so far back I stare into his furious eyes. My body nude and awkwardly posed—so exposed. “And I understand. I don’t like to talk about my past either. Or parents.”

Regardless of me feeling like a trapped animal in a cage, I’ll do my best not to bring her up as a tool again. It was clearly enough to push Phoenix over the edge.

“And what do you feel should be the consequence for pissing me off like this?”

Clearly, sorry isn’t enough.

He tugs my hair a little harder, telling me he’s waiting for an answer. I have no idea what to say or how to answer correctly in his eyes.

“I don’t know.”

“I should spank that ass of yours.”

“A spanking?” The words shoot past my lips like a bullet before I have time to think them through. Before I have time to really consider what will come from that word. But I also desperately want to repent in Phoenix’s eyes. I don’t like seeing him this angry with me. I want it to go away. Oddly enough, I don’t want to disappoint him any longer.

Phoenix’s eyes darken, and his lips set in a thin, firm line. “At least you now understand,” he growls.

I want to apologize. I want to plead for compassion. I want to reach into the depths of his evil and pull out even an ounce of humanity. But I’m aware I have been poking the bear. And no, I have not expected to get away with it.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the key to the handcuffs. “Don’t make me use these again,” he says as he removes them.

It’s like a vise has been released from my neck as he does so. I can suddenly breathe so much easier.

Without wasting another second, Phoenix orders, “Go stand in the corner, hands hooked behind your head, and spread your legs wide.”

I can try to run out of the room, but he will catch me.

I can try to fight him off now that my hands are free, even though it is pointless. He is so much bigger. Stronger. Phoenix will get his way, regardless of how hard I struggle.

Make wise choices or anger him some more.

The choice is mine.

Placing my hands behind my head, I walk toward the corner. At least I won’t have to see him as I take the punishment. I won’t have to see his thundery eyes of disapproval. Maybe he’ll just fuck me, and we can start the baby-making process. At least then, we will be moving forward instead of me in the limbo of hell.

“Legs spread,” he reminds as I wait with my face inches from the wall.

I draw a deep breath, and do as he orders, feeling the plug move inside of me as I do so.

He approaches me then runs his fingertips along the base of the plug. “Has this stretched you? Does it hurt?”

I’m not sure how to answer. If I admit that it still does, will he only add a larger one to torture me further?

“Yes,” I admit. “It’s big and heavy.”

Without pause, Phoenix spreads my cheeks and pulls the plug out of me, which nearly hurts as much coming out as it did going in. “I’m a fair man. I may be cruel and heartless at times, but I am fair.” The heavy metal clangs as it is tossed to the floor.

I inhale deeply, as if I can finally breathe freely. I haven’t expected mercy from Phoenix, but I am all the more grateful for it.

“Thank you.” I am tempted to rub my ass just to feel the sensation of normal again but think better of it. I remain in position in fear that Phoenix will change his mind.

“Don’t think this means you can get away with anything. Don’t take advantage of my momentary softness. It’s very momentary.”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“But we must replace that punishment with a new one.”

I swallow hard, staring ahead at the corner, feeling Phoenix’s breath against my neck.

“And when I’m done, you may wish for the plug instead.”

Without warning, Phoenix places his finger at the entrance of my pussy and presses firmly inside. The invasion has me tensing and gasping, but I refuse to break position.

“I have to be honest with you, dove. I’ve never had another woman respond to me in the way you do. I love how wet you get for me and with little effort on my part.” He pumps his finger in and out as he speaks, and all I can do is close my eyes and bite back the moan that wants to break free.

He should be wrong. I shouldn’t be aroused. I shouldn’t be wet. Phoenix should be wrong, but he isn’t.

The building orgasm tells me just how right he is .

“I can tell just how easily I could make you come right now simply by finger-fucking you.” His breath is hot against my face.

As his fingers slide out of me, I struggle not to whimper in need. He moves his two slick fingers from my pussy to my anus.

“I plan to fuck this tight little ass of yours. But like I just said, I’m a fair man. I have no desire to cause permanent damage or to make you scream in agony. The only screams I want to hear will be screams of pleasure as I fuck both holes over and over.” He pushes a finger past my tight opening. “So, I’m going to stretch this hole of yours. I will train your asshole to willingly take my cock.”

I shake my head though I know deep down it will do no good. He pumps his finger a few times, moving it from side to side to stretch me further.

“Some anal discipline for my dirty dove.” I start to close my legs only to hear, “Stay in position or it won’t just be fingers stretching you.”

I open my legs even wider in the hope that he will reward me by feeling he has stretched me enough.

I am wrong.

“That’s one finger inside of you.” He moves his hand to add more pressure. “This is two fingers.”

I gasp as I open my eyes wide in shock. The biting sting is too much. My hole won’t be able to take both fingers without…

“Deep breath,” he says as he lowers his lips to my neck and kisses. When I don’t do as he asks, he kisses my neck again. “This will be easier if you relax. I’m not going to stop until this ass of yours is properly punished and trained to accept something much bigger than just two fingers.” He kisses behind my ear, only heightening the confusing emotions and feelings ravaging my body.

He works his two fingers in and out, in and out, in and out. I whimper as he goes deeper, and I cry out when he spreads them apart, opening me for further invasion.

My knees threaten to buckle, and my hands can barely remain behind my head. With every thrust of his fingers, my body seems to be melting in place.

“Have you ever had a cock in this ass of yours?”

I shake my head. I know he wants a respectful no, sir , but I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

“I can tell. This little hole is virginal, but not for long. ”

He pulls his fingers out all the way, but only to push them back in, triggering all the sensitive nerves of my opening once again.

“Can you imagine my cock buried inside your ass?” he asks as he thrusts hard enough that I rise on my tiptoes.

“Yes, sir,” I barely whisper. I can picture his penetration vividly. It not only terrifies but excites me.

I close my eyes and imagine the wicked act.

“Press your ass out more,” Phoenix orders. “I want to shove my fingers deeper. Fast or I will add a third.”

Moaning with a hunger I don’t understand, I push my ass out as I stand awkwardly in the corner.

Phoenix pushes his fingers deeper than I think possible as he nibbles on my neck and sucks on my earlobe. Chills run down my spine as heat floods my pussy. He pulls his fingers out only to press them in with more force and deeper than the time before. Over and over until I cry out his name. What I expect to gain from it, I have no idea, but I can no longer hold back my sounds of arousal.

“I bet you want my cock inside you right now,” he says.

I nod. “Yes, sir. I do.”

I am ready.

So, so ready.

He pulls out his fingers then swats me on the ass. “That’s enough anal discipline for tonight. Stand in the corner for a few more minutes and think about what will come next. Then go lie down and go to sleep. Be a good girl. I continue with your training tomorrow.”

I listen as he leaves and don’t dare look over my shoulder or say a word in protest. A camera is on me, and I will remain in position in the corner and not move an inch until a few minutes are up. I will stand. I will think…