[Music: Tie Me Down By Saint Vice]

"Careful, kitten, calling your husband names is not very wise," Zade said, voice low and dangerous, but amidst that, there was a hidden thrill radiating off him like a fucking glow.

I don’t get it. I just don’t. How much kick will he get at my despair? After all the shit he had put me through, was it not enough?!

"I hate you!" I seethed to his face, shaking from my anger, scorching my insides, and when the bastard smirked... I lost it.

I pulled out my switchblade, but he caught my wrist before I could deliver the blow.

I gasped when he yanked me forward until my body was pinned against his.

"Kitten..." he purred hotly against my ear. "If you truly wanted me dead... You could’ve done it on our wedding night." His voice dropped lower. "After all, you spent the entire evening hiding that little knife against your porcelain thigh."

He... He knew?

"A kitten without claws is just a house cat."

I growled, struggling to free myself, but he squeezed against my wrist until pain bit through me and the blade slipped off my hand.

"Now... it seems your chances have expired, little kitten," he muttered like sweet poison. "Time for your punishment..."

My body locked up. P-Punishment?

He took out my panties from his suit pocket and shoved them into my mouth. My eyes were wide as in a swift move, he took off his tie, the material slipping off with ease.

I tried to fight him, but he trapped my hands behind my back using his tie to bind them. Next came the loud crash of plates and sharp clatter of cutlery against the pristine floor.

I groaned when he pushed me down against the table, my heart thundering so loudly I thought it’d give out. It spiked when I caught him dropping his rings.

"Shall we get started...? I’d have wanted you to count, but I’m afraid that won’t be necessary. You’re gonna take everything I give like a fucking good girl."

I wriggled, trying to find a way to free myself, but all I ended up doing was rubbing my ass against him because of how close he was.

"Careful, kitten... you’re dangerously close to testing the last bit of restraint I have left."

I stiffened instantly. Chills grasped my spine when he hoisted my dress, the cool air kissing my bare pussy.

"Fuck me..." he breathed out, and I could feel his scorching eyes glued to me, his thumbs pressing my asscheeks apart as if to view me more.

"Should I assume this mess is for Jacob?"

Smack!

"HM!" I squirmed, my body in shock.

That was just one spank, just one! Yet it felt like my ass was gonna fall apart. Oh God!

"You’re dripping down your thigh, kitten. Can you feel it?"

Smack!

I jerked against the table, the remaining contents vibrating from that force. Tears welled in my eyes as burning pain shot across my whole body like needles, followed by a tingling sensation that reached my toes.

"Such a filthy slut you are..."

Smack!

My ragged breaths blew strands of hair away from my face. The harsh impacts of his palm against my ass felt like a rising surge of heat that consumed me wholly.

"Jacob doesn’t own you."

Smack!

Tears seared my cheeks, and I was wheezing, trembling from the number of sensations knocking me all at once.

"I do."

Smack!

"Any name you moan should be mine."

Smack!

"Not. His."

I couldn’t breathe anymore... quivers racing across my body in waves until I thought I was downright drowning.

I was.

Humiliation crushed me more when I felt his finger tracing the moist running down my thigh.

"Do you feel that, kitten?" he asked in a husky, dark tone. "This is for me."

I sobbed, wishing I could just disappear, that all this would be some bad dream, and I’d wake up in my room.

But when he pulled me back up, I realized this was as real as it got, and I’m still caught around the coil of a serpent, teetering at the edge of pain and pleasure.

Pleasure... at the depths of all this, I felt it, and I gutted myself for it. Shame and guilt swallowed me like a blanket.

We stayed like that for that while, my back glued to his hard chest, my ragged breathing shrouding the space around us. I could feel his gaze burning on my side profile, silent as he observed me for God knows what.

I’m weak. Too weak to fight or even conjure a word of thought. He has taken everything he could possibly take... and tainted it with his poison.

My throbbing ass was infested with a butt load of it, and a reminder of how depraved this moment was, and the impression it had left.

Zade took off the panties from my mouth, now damp in saliva. He undid the binds, and my wrists were free, red marks circling them.

I felt him smoothing out my dress to make sure I was covered, taking his time.

Slowly, he spun me to face him, but I didn’t look him in the eye. He tilted my chin upwards so that I would.

I stared him dead in the eye, which provoked an amused smirk.

"Perhaps I was too hard on my kitten..." he murmured like an afterthought, using his thumb to stroke my tear-stained face.

"Actions have consequences." His thumb brushed slowly against my jaw. "You needed a reminder."

"A reminder for my actions or the fact you own me?"

Something terrifying flickered behind his gaze. "You’re mine, Anastasia... the sooner you accept that... the easier this becomes for both of us."

He leaned close until I thought he was gonna kiss me. "But you never liked easy, and neither do I..."

I exhaled a shaky breath. "I may be your fucking property... but I’ll never be yours. Never."

"We’ll see, kitten."