Mine.

She was officially mine.

I gave her a way out to avoid this avenue. All she had to do was be a cooperative prisoner, and this wouldn’t be happening. But she carved the tracker out of her ankle, figured out the passcode to the alarm system, and attempted to steal one of my million-dollar cars.

She deserved to be punished.

My bedroom was already prepared. I had the handcuffs hooked to the headboard and the whip on the nightstand. I’d never wanted to hurt a woman so much, and now I couldn’t wait to turn her skin bright red. I wanted to douse her fire with my authority. I wanted her to scream in pain and in pleasure. I wanted this fantasy, a fantasy I never knew I had until she came along.

I dragged her back into the house and up the stairs. She fought against me the entire way, using all the muscles in her body to get herself free. She pushed against the floor and tried to throw my body into the wall, but she was no match for my size.

“Carter, you’re better than this.” She tried to twist her wrists out of my hold, but my grip was too strong. “Come on. Please—”

I squeezed her throat, stopping the words before they could pour out of her mouth. “Begging and pleading won’t do anything, sweetheart. It only makes me want you more. If you didn’t want this, you should have just gone to bed.” I dragged her down the hallway and made it into my bedroom.

She kept fighting me, bucking her hips and trying to kick me.

I pushed her onto the bed then got her wrists in the cuffs. Once the steel was closed in place, there was nowhere for her to go. I would have paused to take off her shirt, but I would be able to just pull it up over her body.

“Carter, don’t do this.” She tried to yank on the headboard, but the wood was too strong to even sway.

My shirt was already off, and my jeans hit the floor. My cock was throbbing in anguish since I’d wanted to fuck her for weeks. I hadn’t picked up another woman in that time frame, so of course, I was losing my mind. I didn’t want another woman when I could have this one instead. I dropped my boxers next.

Mia went quiet, her eyes converging on the sight of my big dick. Her eyebrows rose as she looked at it, her surprise written all over her face. It was enough to make her stop fighting, for at least a few seconds.

When I grabbed the condom from my nightstand, she started to get worked up again.

“You aren’t this guy, Carter,” she said. “I know you aren’t.”

“You don’t know me, sweetheart.” I ripped open the packet and rolled it on, my cock twitching in my hands because I was excited to have her.

“You’re better than this.”

“No.” I grabbed the whip from the nightstand. My fingers gripped the handle, excited to add more scars to the surface of her skin. Logic was long gone as desire took over. I wanted to make her cry, bring her to tears so I could watch her sob as I fucked her.

When she saw the whip in my hand, her protests only increased. “Don’t…”

I undid her jeans and pulled them down her beautiful legs.

She kicked hard like a horse, throwing her hips into it. The fight was futile, but she didn’t give up. “No. Don’t do this to me.”

“If you’d never tried to escape, this wouldn’t be happening.” I grabbed her thong next and pulled it down. The second I saw her slit, my cock twitched again. I hadn’t seen pussy in weeks, and hers was exceptional.

She kicked again, but once her panties were gone, she finally gave up. “I would have hated myself more if I didn’t try. I deserve better than this, Carter. I deserve to be free. I deserve to say no. Don’t be this guy. You may not care now, but someday, you will. Someday, you’ll remember this and will hate yourself for it.”

I moved on top of her, bringing our faces close together. I looked her in the eye, not feeling an ounce of shame for what I was about to do. “Maybe. But someday isn’t today.” I moved off her, grabbed her hips, and flipped her over.

“Carter!”

I secured her ankles to the chains then grabbed the whip again, my cock sheathed inside the latex condom. “Cry if you want. The louder you are, the more I’ll enjoy it.”

She had enough slack on the chain to hold herself up on her elbows. She was suddenly quiet, suddenly still. Perhaps her silence was a form of protest. But after ten slaps across the back, she would start to whimper. By the time I was done with her, she would be screaming.

I dragged the edge of the whip from her left shoulder down her back, letting the leather graze against her skin. I’d done some kinky things with the women I bedded, but never this. I savored the moment, savored the violence and arousal in my blood. I never knew how much I could enjoy this. The BDSM lifestyle was something I’d never given any thought to. But once she came into my life, I obsessed over it. “Since it’s been a while, we’ll start with twenty.” I tapped her ass before I stepped back and readied the whip.

She was still, her perky ass round like a nectarine. The skin along her ass and legs was perfect and unblemished. She had a sexy curve in her lower back, so deep and prominent, a basketball could fit in the dip perfectly.

I gripped the whip so tightly my knuckles turned white. Her silence was a challenge, and that challenge only turned me on more. I would make her cry before I was through. I’d watch the tears stream down her face as I fucked her.

But then she said something that changed everything. “You know what’s sad? I did want to sleep with you. You’re the first man who’s made my panties wet in…years. After everything I’ve been through, I didn’t think it was possible for me to even think about sex again. But with you, I thought about it. If we’d met under different circumstances, I would have fucked you. I probably would have even done this willingly because it turns you on. But instead, this is how it is…”

My hand slackened on the whip. I stared at her naked body with a little less desire. Instead of wanting her violently, I pictured a different outcome for our relationship. I remembered the way she’d let me touch her, let me get near her. I remembered the way she would look at me when she thought I wasn’t watching. There was chemistry between us. It’d been there since the day we met. I knew she wasn’t lying, some manipulative game to get inside my head.

I held the whip between my fingers, but my resolve was slowly slipping away. I wanted this woman so much that I didn’t care how I had her. I’d justified my behavior by making an arbitrary set of rules for her to break…and then I tricked her into breaking them. Instead of being a real man who seduced a woman, I took advantage of her situation and the power I had over her. Instead of putting in the time to get between her legs, I got lazy and took a shortcut.

She was right. I was an asshole.

I tossed the whip on the ground and unlocked the cuffs around her ankles.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

I walked around the bed and unlocked the cuffs that bound her wrists to the headboard. Once the chains were off, I tossed the key on the floor next to the whip. “You’re right, Mia. It is sad.” I sat on the edge of the bed, the condom still on my softening dick. I kept my back to her and rested my arms on my knees. “You can go.” I stared at the fireplace across the room. The logs were old because it’d been months since I’d lit a fire. I looked at the blank TV on the wall and waited for her to walk out. When she was gone, I would clean up and shower. I was in such a sour mood, I didn’t even want to jerk off.

She sat up behind me but didn’t get off the bed. Instead, she lingered there, not even putting her clothes back on.

I could vaguely see her movements in the reflection of the TV, but I couldn’t distinguish her features. My head tilted down, and I stared at my hands.

She scooted closer to me before she pressed her hands against my back. She was probably at a loss for words, grateful I’d changed my mind. But she also probably thought I was weak. If I ever made another threat, she wouldn’t take it seriously. Her fingers explored my back, giving me a soft massage with a womanly touch. Her hands moved up again, and her fingers glided through my hair.

The touch was so nice, I closed my eyes.

Her thighs moved to either side of my hips, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her soft lips pressed against my neck, giving me a kiss with a slight bit of tongue.

I kept my eyes closed, savoring the way her plump tits felt against my back. Her nipples dragged against me, pointed and round. I thought it would be a single kiss, a sexy way for her to show her gratitude.

But the kisses continued.

The embraces were soft in the beginning, but then she kissed me harder, dragging her tongue over the cord in my neck. Her fingers dug into me gently, showing her arousal and her desperation. Her warm breaths entered my ear, the sexy noises filling my brain and making my cock hard again.

If she didn’t want me, she should stop. Because I was seconds away from turning around and pinning her against the mattress.

Her fingers grabbed my chin, and she turned my face toward hers. Her coffee-colored eyes looked into mine with mutual desire. Without blinking, she pressed her soft lips directly against mine and kissed me.

Kissed me slowly.

Kissed me softly.

Kissed me good.

My hand moved to the back of her head, and I cradled her there, my mouth moving with hers in the perfect rhythm. Her tongue felt perfect against mine. Her breaths filled my lungs, urging me to devour her. Her nails continued to scratch at me as she pulled me closer into her. “Fuck me.”

I sucked in a breath between my teeth, and my cock twitched at the same time. My fingers dug farther into her hair, and I pulled her closer to me. The words were even sexier because I hadn’t expected to hear them. I’d just chained her to the bed with the intention of making her bleed. Now she wanted me inside her, but on her terms.

I’d take it.

I turned around and guided her back to the bed, our slow kiss still continuing. My hands explored her, from gently touching her neck to grasping one of her firm tits in my palm. My thumb flicked over her nipple, and I exhaled in her mouth because it felt as erotic as I imagined.

Her hand cupped my cheek then slid into my hair, fisting the short strands as she hiked one leg around my hip.

My hand slid down her leg and explored her thigh, moving all the way until I gripped her hips. I liked these slow and intense kisses, but my mouth naturally began to speed up. I kissed her harder, giving her more tongue as my cock thickened. Kissing her was better than I imagined it would be. It was better than kissing any woman. Maybe it was because I’d wanted her for so long or because I’d been celibate for weeks. I didn’t know what the explanation was, but I knew I wanted to kiss her and never stop.

Her hands explored my body the way I’d just explored hers. She felt the solid muscles of my chest, and her fingers outlined my frame, feeling the riverbeds between my abs and the sex lines over my hips. She touched the small happy trail beneath my belly button then reached my balls. She fingered them gently, her soft fingers incredible against my sensitive sac.

I moaned into her mouth, loving her gentle hands.

She didn’t touch my dick, probably because it was sheathed inside a latex glove. But she explored my balls for a few more moments before she gripped my tight ass next, her fingers digging into the muscle.

My hand moved between her legs, and my fingers found her clit. I rubbed her gently, treating her pussy with the same delicateness she treated my balls. My fingers moved in a circular motion, lightly stimulating her.

She moaned into my mouth the second I touched her, like a man had never touched her in that special spot before. She breathed into my mouth before she kissed me harder, her nails being more aggressive than they were before. “Fuck me gently.” She spoke into my mouth as she kissed me. “It’s been a while…and you have a big dick.”

My cock twitched as I listened to her instructions, listened to her preferences. This was really going to happen. I finally got to fuck this woman. I didn’t need to tie her down to enjoy her. She was giving herself to me, spreading her legs so I could enjoy her. It seemed like I’d earned it, and that made it sexier. “Yes, Mia.” When I said her name, all the muscles of my body tightened.

She folded her other leg, giving me room to move between her thighs. Her hand gripped my ass as she guided me.

My hand moved away from her clit, and I felt her slit with my fingers, checking to see that she was ready for me. Before my finger even moved inside her, I felt the pool of moisture that seeped right from her cunt.

Fuck, she wanted me.

She wanted me bad.

She wasn’t just fucking me in gratitude. Her pussy wanted my dick. My fingers moved inside her because I wanted to feel her wetness all the way to my knuckle. Several inches deep, I could feel the sticky residue that lined her walls.

I slowly pulled out, my breaths shaky against her lips. My cock was throbbing so much, it actually hurt. I was anxious to be inside her, more anxious than I’d been in my entire life. Even with this condom on my dick, I was excited.

My arm hooked around the back of her knee as I positioned her underneath me. My lips turned immobile for a moment, wanting to focus on her expression as I slid inside. My head found her opening, and I pushed past her tight entrance. Being a slave for years hadn’t changed her perfect anatomy. I sank inside her, moving inches at a time as I entered her. I could sense the tightness of her slit, feel the moisture surround me everywhere. I sank deeper until there was nowhere left to go.

Her eyes brightened visibly, and instead of showing that constant look of hatred, her expression was soft. Her fingers caressed my hair, and she breathed against my mouth, her pants light and sexy. Her hand gripped my hip, and she bit her bottom lip when she felt me completely. There were no more smartass comments from her lips, no more pledges of hostility. Now she was just a woman, giving in to her attraction for me.

I kissed her bottom lip and gently pulled it into my mouth. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.” I could walk out of the house right now and find a beautiful woman in Milan. She wouldn’t be a victim of trafficking or abuse. She would be normal. But being with Mia showed me that I didn’t want normal, at least, not right now. I wanted a woman made of something stronger, a woman with battle scars that destroyed her skin but not her mind. I’d always been attracted to all kinds of women, from blondes to redheads. But I’d never been this attracted to anyone but her. There was something about her…and I knew it had to do with her past. I didn’t just want to hurt her.

I wanted to bow to her.

I gave her hard and even strokes, my body hitting her deep and tapping against her clit at the same time. Instead of kissing her, I kept my face above hers, watching the sexy reaction she had.

Her fingers explored my chest, digging into the muscles underneath my tanned skin. She’d started to moan the second we began, unable to keep her lips closed because the moans continued indefinitely. Her tits shook with my thrusts, her nipples hardening until they were sharper than blades.

I could feel her pussy change around my dick, feel the walls constrict. I could feel the increased moisture, the way her body prepared for the climax she was about to receive. Her lips started to tremble, and she couldn’t hide the short instance of surprise from entering her features.

“I promised I would make you come.” Sometimes, I worked hard to satisfy a woman. Sometimes, I didn’t care about her pleasure at all. But this time, it was my main focus. Mia told me she didn’t think it was possible to want a man, not after what happened to her, but she wanted me…had wanted me since she first looked at me. I shouldn’t care about her suffering, not when I was going to return her in a very short amount of time, but I wanted her to feel good, to feel good because of me.

“I just…” She breathed harder and bit her bottom lip as she felt the climax approach. “I just didn’t think it would happen so fast.”

My hand moved into the back of her hair, and I fisted the strands hard. My gaze bored into hers, seeing this beautiful woman come apart for me. She took my dick as deeply as I gave it to her, enjoying it like every woman before her. “I’ll make it faster next time.” I rubbed my nose against hers before I kissed her again, this time fucking her a little harder. I pounded into her, driving her into an orgasm she didn’t expect.

“God…” She stopped kissing me so she could scream in my mouth. “Carter…”

I’d never loved hearing my name on a woman’s lips so much, not like I did right now.

“Carter.”

I pounded into her harder, making her scream louder. She tightened around me so much, it felt like my dick might snap in half. I pressed my forehead against hers and concentrated on her, making sure she enjoyed every single second of the long climax. I wanted her to live in the moment, to ride the high as long as she could. I focused on her, keeping my body in line so I wouldn’t finish too soon. Keeping myself in check had never been difficult, not when I got pussy on a regular basis, but it’d been weeks with no action. It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do…to be a gentleman and wait for her to finish.

When she stopped screaming in my face, I knew she was finished. Her pussy released my cock after it finished bruising it, and then she kissed me again. She kissed me hard, giving me a deeper affection than she had before. This time, it was full of gratitude, thanking me for making her feel such an incredible rush of pleasure. “Carter…your turn.” Her lips paused as she looked me in the eye. She focused her gaze on me, her tits still shaking from my thrusts. She grabbed my hips and directed me inside her, pulling me as far as she could before wincing in pain.

With my eyes locked on hers, I thrust until my dick exploded. I shoved my dick as deep as I could go as I released into the condom, watching the satisfaction in her eyes as I hit my threshold. I dumped my come into the tip of the condom, pretending it wasn’t there at all and I was inserting my seed right inside her.

The climax was good, so good that I would never forget it. I loved feeling her thighs around my hips, feeling her tits drag against my chest when I moved. I loved being buried deep inside her, just a man and a woman. I’d had more adventurous sex with more uninhibited women, but plain vanilla with this woman was far more satisfying. It was exactly what I wanted, the perfect ending to my obsession.

When I finished, I stayed on top of her, letting my dick soften inside her.

The arousal was still in her eyes, despite the satisfaction I just gave her. Her fingers glided along the back of my neck, and she looked at me with nothing less than affection. She pulled my lips to hers and kissed me again, her ankles coming together at my back.

Once I finished, I usually rolled off and hopped in the shower right away. But her kiss was exactly what I wanted. Watching her want me inflated my ego, gave me another boost of confidence I didn’t think I needed. Conquering this woman made me feel like a king.

She gave me a bit of her tongue before she pulled away, her lips just an inch from mine. “Could you do that again?” She begged with her eyes, asking me to satisfy her just like that once more.

All the muscles in my body tightened at her request. I’d never heard a woman say something so sexy, ask me to please her again because she enjoyed it so much the first time. This woman hated me, but that hatred didn’t affect our mutual attraction. There was a distinct line drawn, separating the two. We both understood the difference. “Sweetheart, I’ll do it as many times as you want.”