Chapter 21

Lakeland

I don't protest or even struggle when Knox shoves me into the car or even when we arrive at the airstrip and he drags me onto the plane. No one has uttered a single word. Worry gnaws at me at the sudden change in Knox. I expected him to be furious when he found me—I knew he would, I didn't bother to run after discovering what my father had been doing to me for years. Call me crazy but I would rather be stuck with Knox's overbearing ass then be forced to go back to my father, until he is behind bars or dead I can't risk being on my own. I sit in my seat silently and gaze out the window of the plane. Chatter from Knox's men sounds out as we take off. Once we are level in the air, Knox unfastens my seatbelt and leads me to the back of the plane. Unlike last time he doesn't need to drag me, this time he walks with my hand clasped in his.

Once we enter the small room where he forced me to my knees, I gnaw on my lip wondering if he will do that again. He releases my hand and moves toward the tiny bathroom nestled into the back of the room and flicks the light on before looking back to me.

"There is shampoo and soap in there. I had Mary leave a toothbrush out for you as well." A strange sense of loathing washes over me and I frown, trying to decipher what this feeling is but words spew out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"Who the fuck is Mary?" My eyes widen but I quickly school my features when I realize the feeling coursing through me is jealousy! Knox's face starts to piss me off when I see him trying not to laugh. I growl at the bastard and shoulder past him into the bathroom and slam the flimsy door closed.

"Mary set out some clothes for you on the bed," he calls out.

"I'm not wearing that whore's clothes," I mutter bitterly to myself as I begin to undress.

"I heard that." My nostrils flare at the sound of laughter in his voice.

"Dick," I call back as I step into the shower that is so small I have to shuffle around to reach for the soap. As uncomfortable as the shower is due to its size, I enjoy the feeling of the hot water and allow it to wash away some of my stress. I work hard to keep my mind off my sister and the guilt I feel for leaving her alone in that place before fleeing with Knox.

Stepping out of the shower, my jaw unhinges, the clothes I discarded are no longer on the floor and two white towels sit on the small counter. Fucking Knox! I wrap my hair in a towel before securing the other around my body and brushing my teeth. Mary may be a whore but I am grateful for the supplies she got me. I rinse my mouth out before taking a long look in the round mirror. My eyes seem to have a bit of life back in them and the handprints around my neck are barely visible now, which I am grateful for. Deciding that I can't hide out in here forever, I steel my spine and exit the bathroom to find Knox sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone clasped in his hand. I spot the clothes beside him and scowl at the pile.

"They're brand new," he assures me.

I turn my scornful gaze to the annoyingly handsome asshole. "Did your little whore enjoy picking out the bra and panty set as well?" He flicks his eyes to me and the lustful look I see in them has me clamping my mouth closed as my pulse begins to thrum to life inside me. Warmth spreads through my body as he slowly rakes his gaze over every exposed inch of skin, I feel gooseflesh begin to spread over me.

"Hmmm, jealousy looks good on you, Lay." I huff out my annoyance refusing to give him the satisfaction of answering as I step around and begin to pull the panties on under my towel. I admit they are fucking stunning. Purple lace with a low-cut front that just covers my pussy. Turning my back to Knox I drop the towel as I slip the bralette on, the cups so low they only cover my nipples, sometimes having big tits is a fucking curse because you can never find a decent fitting bra. I reach out to clasp the back but gasp when Knox knocks my hands away.

"What are you doing?" I breathe out. When his knuckles brush along my back, I shiver, my breathing accelerates and I close my eyes as I try to calm myself. He finally secures the clasp. I wait for him to retreat only he doesn't, he grips my waist possessively and leans down so his lips brush against the shell of my ear, sending tingles through my body and has my core clenching with need.

"Mary picked out the clothes but make no mistake, Lakeland, I am the only one who gets to pick what touches that perfect little cunt." My eyes pop open and I gasp when he reaches around and cups my pussy. He wraps his arm around me, anchoring me to his front as he applies enough pressure to my clit that has me arching into his touch. Darting his tongue out, he licks the shell of my ear, unwilling to fight this pull toward him any longer I tilt my head to the side and offer him my neck. He growls his approval as he skims his lips along my sensitive skin and sucks it into his mouth.

"Hmmm." The feeling of him sucking on my neck and the pressure against my clit has me needy and feigning for his touch. The ache he has roused to life between my thighs is agonizing. "Knox." I moan his name as he releases my neck, I know there is going to be a hickey there but I can't bring myself to care. I would rather him brand me this way then choke me again just so he could see his mark on my skin.

"What do you need, kitten?" he purrs, sending a wave of arousal through me.

"I… I… want…" I clamp my mouth closed feeling suddenly unsure. He says he knows me but I can't say the same back, only my body seems to reject the notion that I have no idea who he is. My mind screams that this is wrong but my body is overriding my senses and telling me without words that Knox is familiar and will keep me safe.

"You want me to touch you, then you're gonna have to say the words, Lay." His husky tone has another shiver shooting down my spine. He slides a finger along the lace covering my pussy, teasing me. His other hand reaches up and cups my breast through the lace. Suddenly he spins us to the side and I balk at the sight of a mirror I didn't know was hanging there. It's a floor-length one. I drink in the sight of Knox's hands on me and the possessive look in his eyes. It's that look that bolsters my confidence to tell him what I need.

"I want you to make me come." A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth but I'm not done. "This time, I want you to be gentle," I whisper, his eyes spark.

"I promise to be gentle if you promise not to rip my stitches open?" My eyes widen, for a split second I forgot all about stabbing him. Suddenly being this vulnerable in his arms has fear slowly rising inside me.

"Knox, I didn't—" The words die on my tongue when he pushes my panties to the side and slides a finger through my slick folds, pulling a sharp cry from me.

"You make another sound and I stop." My jaw unhinges as I gape at him in the mirror. "You take that as your punishment for stabbing me and jumping out a fucking window or…" I brace myself for the other option knowing it will be a dreadful one. "I can bend you over that bed," I gasp as he begins to circle my clit while he speaks, "peel these cock-teasing panties down your legs," a moan tumbles from my lips as he pushes a single finger inside my greedy little cunt, "part those perky fucking cheeks of yours and eat your ass?—"

"Oh fuck," I moan as he curves his finger inside me, hitting that sweet spot.

"Before I sink my cock into it." I shake my head trying to form words but I can't concentrate thanks to him fingering my pussy so fucking good that I can already feel my orgasm building. He pinches my nipple through my bra and I bite down on my lip to remain silent. "You love it when I fuck your ass, you told me you come so hard that you almost black out each time. You want me to remind you what that feels like, baby?" My mouth parts on a silent gasp as he slips another finger inside me, I meet his gaze in the mirror. The hunger I see in his eyes has me debating if I should make a sound just so I can pretend I broke the rules and force him to carry out his threat, rather than admitting to the fact I want to know what it feels like to have his thick cock slamming into my ass while I bite down on the pillows on the bed to keep my screams from reaching the ears of his men.

A shudder rolls through as I feel my orgasm cresting ready to tear through me only for Knox to pull his fingers free. I watch with rapt fascination as he brings those fingers that were just inside me to his mouth. He holds my lustful stare as he sucks them clean, moaning at the taste of me. He pulls his fingers free before pushing them inside me again. I moan, unable to remain silent. He smirks knowingly before pulling them free again but this time, he brings them to my lips.

"Open up, kitten." The husky tone of his voice has need pulsing in my core, obeying him without complaint and completely surrendering to his demands knowing without an ounce of doubt that Knox won't hurt me. It's so strange to not know someone only to trust them completely because of a feeling in the pit of your gut. He slips his fingers inside my mouth. Wrapping my lips around them, I moan as the taste of my own arousal. He draws his fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back in, his eyes darken when I swirl my tongue around them. "Fuck, time for your punishment." Rather than feeling terror at the thought of him punishing me I feel buzzed, slightly drunk off the lust thrumming through me. He turns us in a swift movement and pushes me until I'm sitting on the edge of the bed.

I watch with rapt interest as he grabs the black stockings beside the white cashmere knitted dress and kneels before me, slipping them on. I start to think he has changed his mind and plans to leave me on edge as my punishment, until he slips the black heels I didn't see earlier onto my feet, he grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. I stare up at him in anticipation, he cups my face and leans down capturing my lips. I open for him without a fight and allow myself to get lost in the taste of him and the feeling of his hard, muscled body pressing against mine. He thrusts his hips softly and I gasp into his mouth at the feeling of his hard cock. He breaks the kiss and peers down at me with a sinful look in his eyes that has me shivering. Grabbing my hand, he leads me around to the other side of the bed and pushes me forward, my feet remaining planted on the ground with my ass in the air.

"Look ahead." I lift my gaze and gasp, he wants me to watch him in the mirror as he fucks me. His hands run along my spine teasingly. When he reaches my ass he groans and bites his bottom lip as he grips my cheeks. "Fuck, I love this ass. I've always loved fucking your ass while you wear heels, Lay, it gets me so fucking hard seeing you like this again." His words have another rush of heat pulsing through me, I can feel my pussy dripping. I'm proven right when I clench my thighs to relieve the ache pulsing inside me to find my inner thighs slick with my own need. "You ready for your punishment?" I meet his gaze in the mirror and nod. His eyes narrow and before I ask what's wrong, he lands a swift slap to my ass. I jolt forward and gasp.

"Knox—" He lands another smack to my other cheek. "What the fuck—" I'm cut off again as he lands another two smacks to each cheek—I'm horrified at the fact I'm enjoying it! When my shocked gaze collides with his, a cocky smirk is present on his handsome face.

"Yes, Sir, that is what you say. Am I clear?"

Heat like I have never felt before radiates through me as desire overshadows every other thought in my mind.

"Yes, Sir." My voice is breathy to my own ears and the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth is all I need to see to know he's pleased with me. He loves the fact I am so turned on and pulsing with need for him.

"Good girl." A dull ache begins at the base of my skull hearing those two words, making a frown crease my face. Knox must notice because suddenly the towel wrapped around my hair is yanked off and tossed to the side before his fingers tangle in the strands and he gives it a tug. Unlike the times before, he doesn't do this to hurt me, he does this to distract me and keep me focused. "Repeat to me what your punishment is going to be?"

I try to recall what he said earlier but the moment he glides his finger down the crease of my ass to my pussy my thoughts turn to mush as I moan. That was clearly the wrong thing because he releases my hair and slaps my ass, jolting me out of my lustful haze.

"You want to be on your knees?" he growls.

I swallow audibly and shake my head. "No, Sir." His eyes spark with pride at my words.

"Start relaying the terms of your punishment or I stop stroking this dripping cunt and leave you on edge as you meet my mother." His words don't register as he pushes my panties to the side and slips a finger inside my greedy pussy.

"Y-you're going to bend—fuck!" I cry out as he hits that G-spot and before he can stop I quickly push on. "You're going to bend me over the bed, pull my panties down, eat my ass then push that glorious cock inside it inch by fucking inch until I come so hard I nearly pass out, Sir." The second I finish speaking he withdraws his finger from inside me. I whimper at the loss but he silences me with another slap to my ass, only this time I moan.

"You're my dirty little girl, aren't you, Lay?" he purrs as he drops to his knees behind me, gripping my panties and pulling them down my legs. The appreciative hum that comes from him at the sight of my wet pussy has me feeling emboldened. I've felt so unattractive since the accident because of the scars that cover my body, but somehow Knox makes me feel like they aren't even there, they don't deter him from seeing me beneath them. He tosses my panties onto the bed beside me. "You're panties are fucking ruined," he growls. "Put them in your mouth." I open my mouth to protest but he continues before I have the chance. "That's the punishment for your greedy cunt ruining the gift I chose for you." His dirty words send a bolt of need to my core. Reaching over, I gather my soaked panties and shove them in my mouth. I moan at the taste of my own need. Knox shifts to the side so he can see me in the mirror. "Fuck, Lakeland, you're perfect."

My eyes widen at his praise but I don't get a chance to ponder his words before he's gripping my cheeks and parting them. I moan around the panties as he licks from my clit to my forbidden hole. I want to shift away and do what any self-respecting woman would do and forbid him from poking his tongue there but… I can't. The feeling of his tongue lapping at me has wanton moans falling from my lips. When he pushes his tongue inside my ass, I cry out and jerk forward. All that gets me is another two slaps to my ass before he"s tugging me back onto his waiting tongue. Jesus Christ, never in a million years could I imagine having your ass eaten would feel this fucking good. Without me realizing it, I've reached back and gripped his hair holding him in place as I push back against his tongue needing him deeper inside me.

He tears free of my hold and I growl at the loss. He climbs to his feet behind me, smirking. "Don't fucking move." I stay exactly where I am and watch as he moves to the other side of the bed and pulls the drawer on the bed-side table open. My eyes snap wide at the sight of a purple vibrator in his hand. He says nothing as he makes his way back to me. I watch him through the mirror as he lays the vibrator beside me on the bed, then yanks his shirt over his head, exposing all those glorious tattoos that cover him. He pops the button on his jeans and reaches for the zipper but when he meets my gaze in the mirror he tuts me and shakes his head. "Nah, baby, you don't get the pleasure of seeing my cock. After what you did last time we fucked, you only get what I allow." A shocking ripple of anger shoots through me at him denying me the pleasure of seeing his cock. Stepping behind me he kicks my legs further apart, distracting me from my anger.

He grabs the vibrator and runs it through my folds teasing me, I moan and buck my hips trying to gain friction but he doesn't allow it. "Ahhhh," I shout out around the panties in my mouth in anger. The bastard chuckles, knowing exactly what he is doing to me.

"I'm going to put this in your pussy, then I'm going to sink my cock into this perfect ass. You don't come until I say you can." I nearly choke on the fucking panties as I gape at him through the mirror. "You come without permission and you'll be on your knees for the next two weeks." I can see the horror in my own features. "Isn't it funny, you hated me for turning your body against you and now look, you're acting like a spoiled toddler who is about to lose their favorite toy." I want to scream and shout at the heavy-handed fucker, but all protests die when he pushes the vibrator inside my pussy. I cry out. The panties do nothing at all to quiet my scream. When he finally pushes it all the way inside, I know without a doubt that he loves the fact all those men on the other side of that door can hear me scream, he wants them to know exactly what he is doing to me.

My stomach knots with nerves when he rids himself of his jeans. He rubs the globes of my ass, trying to soothe me, it helps a little but not much.

"Relax, baby," he coos. I try to take a deep breath but it's only possible to breathe through my nose. "I'm going to switch the vibrator on, it will distract you from me sliding inside this perfect ripe ass."