Bluebeard (6 page)

“Pet.” He smiled when he saw her, his eyes lighting up. He didn’t look like a man who had just hours traveling across country. He was rested, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. Handsome. So very handsome. A wonderful distraction to the news she had to tell him about naughty dogs, missing keys and unlocked doors.

“Hi.” She greeted him softly, getting up from the sitting room couch, putting her book aside. Mrs. Ribya had made her a breakfast she could barely eat while Max drove off to the airport to get Blue, but she’d been forced to eat far too much of it, because she’d locked Milyi in her room—the horrible, bad dog. Now she felt the oatmeal in her stomach like a rock.

Blue leaned in close, whispering into her ear. “Guess what?”

“What?” She looked up at him, inquisitive, his presence making her already racing heart skip beats, fighting the urge to put her arms around him.

“I gave Max and Mrs. Ribya the day off.” Blue slipped his arms around her waist, lifting her, breathing in her scent.

She gasped, crying out in surprise at his touch. “You did? Why?”

“Because you’ve been a very, very bad girl.” He nuzzled her neck, his hands moving lower, oh god, grabbing her ass, lifting her higher! “And you need to be punished.”

“Blue!” She cried out as he squatted down, easily hefting her over his shoulder. She squealed all the way down the hall, wiggling on his arms. “What are you doing? Put me down? Milyi!”

The poor little pug was only one left in the house she could call for help!

“He’s locked in your room, remember?” Blue smacked her ass—hard! “By the way, he dropped the key under the dining room table.”

“How did you…?” But of course he knew. Her heart sank.
The cameras.
They were everywhere. And Max. Had he been watching? Oh god, he would have told Blue everything. “Please, put me down. Let me explain.”

“Stop talking.”

SLAP

She cried out again. He was angry—an emotion she didn’t often see in him. She could tell by the way he strode down the hall, her body bouncing as he carried her down the stairs. “I’m going to give you one more chance to do as I say.”

One more chance. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, praying he was taking her to his bedroom. Oh, god, his
unlocked
bedroom. He knew she’d been in there too. And were there cameras…?
No!

“You’re familiar with this room, aren’t you?”

Her eyes flew open as she twisted, trying to see. He strode through the carved door, slamming it hard behind him. Was this it, then? Would she be one of those mail-order brides murdered by their American husbands?

“Blue, please,” she begged. My god, he’d her carried across the whole house, down a flight of stairs, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat!

Then he was opening the second the door, the one she hadn’t unlocked. He didn’t use a key. She saw it all upside down, making it even more surreal. There was a bed in the corner, similar to the one in his room, a four-poster. Over the bed there were decorations on the wall, things reminiscent of his concert days—floggers, crops, ball-gags, handcuffs.

Then he was sitting, putting her upright in front of him, pulling her into his lap. Her head swam and she clung to him, so surprised by his nearness, the way he grabbed her, touched her, after months of so much distance between them.

“Where are we?” she whispered, wanting to look around more, but unable to take her eyes off his. They were dark, animalistic—and angry. She wiggled in his lap and he grabbed her hips, growling low in his throat.

“Hold still,” he hissed. “Don’t make me tear this dress off you.”

The blood drained from her face, heading straight between her thighs.

“Blue, please,” she tried again. “I’m sorry…”

“You should be.” He raised an eyebrow, challenging her, but she didn’t say another word. “Stand up.”

She did, wobbly, looking for something to steady herself as she stood between his spread thighs. He didn’t help her, but he did lift her dress, smiling his approval at her cream-colored thigh-highs, the silk bikini panties and matching bra, as he pulled it over her head.

To shocked to move, she shivered—the room was cold—her pulse beating time low in her belly. He looked at her, face impassive, from her toes peeking out from her sandals up to the perfectly coiffed casual mess of her blond curls.

“Oh, Pet…” He swallowed, pulling her closer between his knees. “You’re so beautiful…”

Then he grabbed her, turning her over his knee, making her yelp in surprise. She could hardly balance herself in his lap, but she didn’t have time to think about it before his hand came down over her ass, smacking her hard enough to make her squeal.

“Blue!”

“I want you to count.”

“What?”

He smacked her again and tears stung her eyes.

“Wuh-wuh-one,” she gasped.

“Good.” He smacked her again.

WHACK!

This time it was on the other cheek, making it sting too.

“Two!”

SMACK!

Three, four, five.

Her bottom burned. But her pussy was hotter. On fire. Just the way he grabbed her, holding her over his knees, the way his hand found a new spot every time. He pulled her panties up between the crack of her ass, exposing both rounded globes of her behind.

Six, seven, eight.

She squirmed, trying to get away, and the next ones were harder, longer, making tears leak from the corners of her eyes. She squeezed them shut, grabbing onto the legs of the leather chair he was perched on.

Nine, ten…

And then it stopped. She gasped, trying to hold still in his lap, waiting, panting. What now? Her belly clenched in fear.

Then his hand moved, the lightest of touches, over her skin. It made her cry with relief. So soothing and sweet. She sobbed, feeling him caress her, gently now.

“Shhhhhh.” He pulled her to him, gathering her in his arms, her bottom wedged against his crotch, and she felt how hard he was. His erection was huge through his jeans.

“Blue…”

“It’s almost over.” He kissed her tears and she blinked at him, her mind unable to comprehend what was really happening.

“Almost…?” She swallowed, groaning as he made her stand, walking her over toward the wall opposite the bed. There were black mats on the floor, the thick kind they use in gyms. He turned her to face him, unhooking the front clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties and stockings and sandals came next, until she was stripped completely nude in front of him.

Then he was shackling her to the wall. The restraints were soft, on some sort of leads coming from the ceiling and the floor. They had give. She could move her arms and legs if she wanted to. That was, until he grabbed a remote off a small table by the bed, pushing a button. The leads tightened, pulling her arms up over her head, spreading her legs, forcing them apart.

“Please.” She whispered the word, not sure if he heard her. He was at a cabinet in the corner of the room, like an armoire with drawers inside, rifling through. She trembled, watching him strip off his t-shirt as he came toward her. He tossed it aside, his gaze never leaving her body.

“What is that?” she croaked, looking at the thing in his hand. It was thick and black and looked like a cock.

“The rest of your punishment.” Then he was on his knees in front of her, touching her. Oh god, he was
touching
her, spreading her pussy lips. They were fat and swollen under his fingers, slippery too. He worked the cock slowly inside of her, twisting it, making her cry out with both pain and pleasure.

“Hold it there,” he said, looking up at her. “Hold my place.”

“Oh god. I’m so wet. I can’t.” She flushed bright red, feeling so exposed. Why was he doing this? Now? Like this?

“I noticed.” He sat back on his heels—somewhere along the way he’d taken off his socks and shoes too, so he was barefoot—looking up at her with hungry eyes. “God I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“You have?” She bit her lip, struggling to keep the toy from slipping. It made her feel so full!

“Yes.” He stood, frowning, tilting her chin up to his. “How could you doubt it, Pet?”

But she had.

Blue kissed her for the first time since their wedding day, the soft, full press of his lips making her forget everything else. His hands moved in her hair, taking out pins, letting it fall to her shoulders, gathering it in his fist and pulling her head back so he could capture more of her mouth. She moaned as his tongue slipped between her lips, a hot, deep exploration.

“I’m sorry I came into this room,” she gasped when they parted, looking at him through half-closed eyes, barely able to breathe, let alone talk or form coherent thoughts, but she had to tell him, she had to explain. “I thought… I thought I heard someone in here. I—”

He raised an eyebrow, still holding her head motionless with his fist in her hair. “There
was
someone in here. In this very room.”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes widened.

“Do you really want me to tell you now?” His lips trailing softly over her exposed throat, moving tantalizingly close to her breasts.

“No. No.” She shook her head, arching.

“Good.” His mouth continued its torture down to her nipple, pink and hard for him, like rock candy for his tongue. She watched him lift her breast it in his hand, letting it fall, before beginning to lick her nipple. He traced easy circles around it, puckering her flesh, making her nipples point directly toward him. She moaned when he turned his attention to the other one, not wasting time now, sucking it deep between his lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, on his knees before her now, his big hands moving over her long legs, the soft flesh of her thighs. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

I wanted you too.
But she didn’t speak the words. They were caught in her throat. She didn’t understand why they’d waited so long, but right now she didn’t care. The questions, the answers, the talking, that would come later. Her body was doing all her communicating right now and it was speaking loud and clear, her thighs taut, belly quivering, pussy clamped down around the silicone cock, her juices so copious they were falling in droplets on the black mat below.

“I’m going to lick you.” He tongued the indent of her navel, tracing his lips along the top edge of her pubic hair. “I’m going to make you come all over my face. And I want you to keep that cock inside of you, do you understand?”

His beard tickled her thighs. She nodded, helpless. “Yes. Yes.”

His breath was hot over her mound and she shifted her hips as much as she could with the restraints pulled tight, aching. He chuckled, using his fingers to part her labia, blowing gently on her clit. The sensation made her quiver with lust.

“If I didn’t want to taste you so bad, I’d make you touch yourself.” His lips pressed against her clit, kissing her softly, like he’d kissed her mouth. “You’re so pretty when you make yourself come.”

She gaped down at him, mouth open, eyes wide.
He didn’t see… he couldn’t have…

But of course he had.

Blue chuckled again. “I have instant access to every video feed in this house on my laptop.”

She closed her eyes, unable to bear the humiliation, knowing that he’d watched her. He knew she’d seen that video of him fucking those groupies. He knew she had masturbated, had seen her climax right there on his bed.