The Ritual

She whimpers, her face digging into the pillow once again. I walk back over to her. “Did you think your punishment was an orgasm?”

“They hurt.” She ignores my question.

“Good,” I say and then pause, getting an idea. “They can come off. If … you tell me what happened today.”

She turns her head to face away from me and mumbles, “Good night.”

My brows rise. What the fuck happened that she doesn’t want me to know? “What happened in the kitchen?” I try another way.

Nothing.

“Okay.” I reach down and undo my belt. She’s given me no other option. Snapping the leather between my hands, I then slap it down across her upper thighs.

She screams, her body tensing.

Doing it again, I order, “Ass up in the air.”

She buries her face into the pillow, whimpering, but she wiggles up onto her knees, arching her back.

Dropping the belt next to her on the bed, I reach out and rub my hands over the red marks that it gave. She wiggles her ass, and I grip her underwear and tear them down the middle. My hand runs down over her ass to her pussy. “Last chance. Tell me what happened today,” I say, pushing two fingers into her already wet cunt.

She moans, her hips rocking against my hand. “Nothing …”

I remove my fingers and slap her pussy.

She cries out, her body jerking, and she goes to pull her knees together. “Don’t you dare,” I warn, and she pauses, slowly pushing them back to where they were. “You’re lying to me, Blake.” I sigh, tapping her pussy in warning, and she flinches. My left hand reaches for the chain that connects the handcuffs, and I grip it in my hand, pulling it toward her ass.

Her head comes up off the bed. “Ryat.” She gasps. “Please …”

I tap her pussy again before pushing the two fingers back into her. “You’re in control here,” I say. Manipulation is important. “All you have to do is tell me, and I’ll take them off.”

She stays silent, and it pisses me off.

I force a third finger into her pussy and work them in and out while circling her clit. She rocks her body back and forth, whimpering at what my hand is doing. I get more forceful, pulling harder on the cuffs.

She’s panting, her body rocking back and forth, trying to fuck my fingers as if it’s my cock. Her pussy clamps down on me, and I pull them out. Her body sags, and she groans.

I slap her pussy once again and then shove my fingers back in. “I can do this all night, little one,” I say with a smile.

She’s close to orgasm again, so I stop. She screams, burying her head into the pillow, getting irritated. I slap her pussy, then start again.

Just as she’s about to cum, I let up. “Okay, okay,” she rushes out. “Please … just let me …” She trails off and I keep going, and this time, I allow her to come. Pulling my fingers out, I bring them to my lips when she breathes, “Matt.”

I pause. “Excuse me?” Did she just call me her ex?

She stretches her legs out, flattening her body to the bed, and whispers, “He threatened me.”

“Matt threatened you?” I growl. “When? What the fuck did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter.” She sighs. “Never does.”

I dig the key to the handcuffs out of my back pocket and undo them. Before she can even move, I’m pushing her onto her back and sitting down next to her. Reaching out, I push her hair from her face. “Tell me what he said.” She’s pretty fucking drunk, and I’m not even sure how much of tonight she’ll remember when she wakes up. So, I need to use this as an opportunity to find out everything before she sobers up and becomes a brick wall again like she was earlier today.

Her eyes are closed, and she’s breathing heavily. She’s about to pass out again anytime soon.

“Blake?” I bark, and she opens her heavy eyes.

“Today. Earlier.” She licks her lips, reaching up and running her hands through her hair. “I saw you talking to your wife.”

I frown.

“Well, he caught me watching you talk to your future wife.” She chuckles. “I think he thought I was jealous. Like he thinks I already love you.” More laughter follows, like that’ll never happen. “And he told me that you may have me now, but once you’re done with me, I’m stuck with him until I die. And he’ll make my life a living hell.” She yawns and mumbles on. “Something about not seeing daylight. Your slut, his whore …” She trails off.

“Blake …”

“He pushed me up against the wall and licked my face.” She shudders. “Thought I was going to puke.”

“He what?” I snap, my body tensing while my blood pressure rises at that thought. But she ignores my outburst. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me this when I asked you earlier?”