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He rarely gagged me, but he hauled me to my feet, marched me over to the box, and held me facedown over it while he connected my wrist cuffs at my back. The leash clicked on, then he wrapped it around and around my face and knotted it somehow. My tongue met the metal links if I swallowed. While still behind me, he twisted my head back until I bent like a bow...god. That black stare – so impersonal. I floundered, crazy scared.
“You will learn never to touch another weapon. One lesson only because that’s all I need. Down.”
He shoved me to the sandy concrete and made me kneel with my face to the hard surface then he sat. The box creaked under his weight. With my head low, I could only see his feet before me.
“Turn your head to the side and look at me.”
I did that, blinking up at him, and his foot descended on my neck. The weight pushed my cheek into the grit.
“Being bad means bad consequences.”
I sobbed once. It was a little wretched, and he would see it, but what did it matter now? All I’d done had come to nothing. I was his again.
Chapter 34
I was incandescently angry. She’d tried to shoot me several times. The trigger pulls had been obvious. Another man might have beaten the crap out of her over what she’d done but that wasn’t going to be me. I’d unleash my anger, yes, but it would have purpose. After weeks of this, I’d thought we were nearly there. I’d thought she wanted to be with me.
That notion she’d just dragged through the dirt. I figured that meant I could drag her through it too.
Tears trickled from her eye and over her nose then dripped to the concrete, making wet splotches. I kept my foot where it was while I calmed.
“Crying? You should have thought. You should never have done this. I need to remind you of your place. Down there.” I tapped her neck with my foot then reached down to run my finger over her cheek and collect some of those precious tears.
My wet fingertips slipped over one another as I rubbed them together. “These are mine,” I murmured. “Like you are. Understand?”
She nodded, her lips trembling and her eyes communicating misery.
This was hard. Even with my anger, this was hard to do. This couldn’t be a relationship where we were equals in any way, at all. I had to have all the control in my hands, to her mind, her body, her heart, her soul. I couldn’t do that by continuing on the way I had.
I’d thought being on the island would help us become a loving couple. Wrong.
I couldn’t have a woman with so much knowledge wishing to escape whenever I looked away.
I had to come down on her with brutal precision. There was no question I could dominate her or that she loved it when I did, but now...now I would dom her ass out of existence until she didn’t take a breath without thinking to ask my permission.
I stood then pulled her up by a grip in her collar and her hair.
“When I’m done training you, you will beg me for proof of my ownership of your body. It isn’t just my cock that has rights to your body. For every time you pulled that trigger, I will pierce you.”
I would pierce her irrevocably with my metal. I could taste that. If I didn’t nearly come in my pants doing that, I’d be damn surprised. Growling, I shook her neck.
“What I did to you before was nothing, girl, and what comes next is only the beginning.”
Chapter 35
His declaration repeated in my head, yet I dared to hope. Being towed over to the jetty and the shelter with his hand clasped on my neck was no worse than other times. I could take pain. What could he do that was worse?
My cuffs were unclicked and fastened with rope to the roof, high above. I swung on tiptoes if he pushed me to the side. I remained there stretched out, while he went away. He came back carrying multiple implements, a whip, a flogger, and a stick of some sort?
Those I could handle, but when he attached the leash to the ceiling with a fine piece of rope and tightened it enough to force my head up and put pressure on my neck, goose bumps trickled down my spine and I grappled at the floor with my toes. I could die of asphyxiation if things went wrong.
My gurgled squeaking as I tried to tell him were met by a whip across my breasts and I jerked, coughed, and ceased talking.
“Be. Fucking. Quiet.”
He whipped me again, making me screech. Already my drool soaked the rusted chain.
The end of each sentence, he punctuated with the whip.
