Chapter 19

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Ajax

Today’s mission is to wear Mary Lou out. Otherwise, no one will sleep tonight.

“Okay, baby. You get to choose your outfit, but it’s jeans and a shirt, please. Do you need help?”

“No, I can do it.” Piglet smiles.

“Good girl. When did you get so big?” I ask, leaving her to pick out her clothes.

After one glance back to confirm she’s in her room, I slip into my own.

The sight of my future wife lying bound and gagged in the under-floor storage brings back every bit of excitement I felt putting her there, along with the thrill of having cops at my door. It was almost as good as the kill itself.

My cock lengthens, and my chest heaves .

Lulu refuses to look up at me as I lift her out. Her face is pale except for flushed cheeks, and her body shakes in my arms.

Fuck! It was too much.

“You’re okay, baby,” I say over and over, placing her on the bed. My hands sweep brown locks of hair away from her tear-soaked face before my fingers of one hand brace her neck while the other frees the sock from her mouth.

“I fucking hate you,” she hiccups.

Her words stab me in the chest. I’ve ruined any progress we made.

I’m so fucking sorry, baby.

Climbing on the bed, I tear at the knots. Making my way up her body, I free her limbs. Threading the rope through the row on her stomach, I gently lift her leg to pull it from where it runs between them.

Wrapping the excess rope around my wrist to keep it out of the way, I start to fight with the next knot when I feel it.

The rope is wet. No, it’s fucking drenched. My hands freeze at the bottom of her back. As I still, Lulu starts to cry again, her whole body shuddering as her sobs wrench out of her.

Seems we’re not completely ruined after all.

My smirk spreads into a wide smile. One that doesn’t leave as I climb off the bed. Lulu’s legs curl up even tighter, but it’s pointless because now we both know her little secret.

Her body shudders when I press a kiss to her shoulder. Moving my way up the curve of her neck, I press my lips along her flushed skin.

“I hate you,” she whispers again.

But this time, her words miss their mark.

“No, you don’t, and that’s the problem, isn’t it?” I ask, reaching between her thighs.

Lulu squeezes them tight, her knees locked together, but it doesn’t stop me. My fingers find her wet and ready.

Her words say one thing while her body says another. Lulu doesn’t hate me. She hates that she wants me, and I can work with that.

“Ask me to take you, and I’ll make you come.” I encourage, nudging her shoulder with my nose. “Say the words, Lulu.”

My stubborn girl shakes her head.

The first lesson of the day—I get to decide when she comes. Let’s see how quickly she learns it.

Goose bumps spread over her pale skin as my sigh whooshes over it. “Let’s see how long you can fight it.”

I crawl backward off the bed, tugging Lulu with me until her ass hangs over the edge.

After a sharp kiss on her lips, I roll Lulu onto her stomach. Her bare ass entices me, but I shove down the urge to spank her. My girl will undoubtedly give me a reason to turn her skin red soon enough.

Right now, I need to feel her.

Lulu sighs, relaxing her bound upper body into the bed. She knows what I have in mind .

“Good girl,” I praise with a smile.

Unable to resist, my hands massage the globes of her ass.

Her legs look awkward, not long enough for her knees to touch the floor but too tall to rest her feet flat on the floor. When she tries to do just that, I force her hips back to the bed with a steady hand on the bottom of her back.

Fuck, she looks good.

Ready and waiting, her wet pink flesh peeks at me through her legs. Groaning, I rip myself away long enough to retrieve my cell.

Snapping a quick picture, I throw the phone down, screen side up, next to Lulu’s head on the bed.

Her gasp only fuels my desire more.

Shit, this needs to be quick. Grappling with my belt, I screw my eyes closed as I free my cock, releasing a gasp of my own.

Fuck.

Shoving my jeans down a little, I practically fall onto Lulu. My left hand shoots out, bracing my weight on the mattress near her shoulder while my right clamps onto the crease at the top of her thigh.

I’m neither slow nor gentle as I shove my way inside her body. A gasp of shock whispers through the room, followed by a mewl as my thick cock fills her. Flutters ripple over my shaft.

This is going to end quicker than I thought.

I take a deep breath and then another, but there’s no stopping what’s happening to my body. Pleasure courses through every inch of my muscles.

Fuck it, this is supposed to be a lesson anyway.

Leaning forward, I brace my upper weight more on my left hand, shivering when her bound hands graze the bottom of my abs. The contact makes Lulu moan, and any control I have left snaps.

Quick and harsh, I snap my hips back and forth, burying myself inside her over and over. Our groans mingle with the sound of our hips meeting roughly. Her walls clamp down, strangling my cock.

She’s about to come, only she’s not.

Pulling out, I gasp. My wet cock stands between us, a missile ready to go off, angry and desperate to be back inside her. Who am I to deny?

“Please.”

“Please what, baby?” I ask, not slowing.

“Ahh,” Lulu cries out.

“Say it, Lulu. Beg me,” I pant.

My right hand lands on the bed, my hips swinging back and forth with renewed vigor. Lulu’s body rocks as I plow into her, and my hips smack her ass over and over.

“No? Just me, then.”

Pushing up off the bed, I take hold of her hips and look down. Watching a few strokes of my cock hammering into her drenched pussy is all it takes to push me over the edge. Pleasure rips through me and into Lulu. Her body is more than happy to take what I have, and the wave of her own orgasm starts to peak.

I pull out, shooting cum onto her back, groaning at the sight. What a waste. But I am a man of my word, and she didn’t beg.

Frustrated, Lulu cries out, kicking her legs. Widening my stance, I avoid her feet and stroke out the rest of my orgasm. Once I’m spent, I lean over, pressing a kiss to her hair.

I thought watching my cum leak out of her was erotic, but the sight of it splattering her back and arms hits me just as much. Panting, I take myself in hand again, wiping the wet tip on the curve of her ass.

How have I lived without this? Without her?

I press one more kiss to her hair, and something in my stomach tightens at the sight of her tearstained face.

“Are you in pain?” I check.

Lulu shakes her head, but her tears don’t stop, and her hips shift.

“Out loud, Louise. Other than your pulsing pussy, are you in pain?”

“No!” she growls out.

Good. Frustration never killed anyone. But that attitude will get her another punishment.

“Watch your tone,” I reprimand.

“Fuck off, I hate you.” Her words are broken by hiccups.

I give a heavy sigh and climb off the bed .

“I need to go out. Mary needs to play, and I need to see what’s happening in town,” I explain, a first for me.

Gently, my fingers press into the muscles of her arms, wanting to ease out any aches she may feel.

“Can you take it a little longer?” I ask, referring to her bound upper body.

Lulu nods. It’s small but enough.

“That’s my girl,” I praise. “Next time I tell you to beg, you beg. And attitude gets you nowhere in this house.”

Leaving her to cry out her sexual frustration, I strip completely. Mary will be waiting since I’ve already taken too long.

Fully dressed and ready for the day, I grab my other rope and make a mental note to pick up some more. Something tells me we’re going to need it. I’m closing the storage door when something tucked in the back catches my eye.

Lulu’s suitcase.

My face relaxes into a smile. The woman in question stills at the sound of my chuckle.

Our eyes meet as I head back to her, items in hand. Lulu’s eyes drop to see what I’m carrying, horror washing over her face when the realization hits.

Second lesson of the day—there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and I’m the one who decides which one she gets.