Claimed

“Get up and bend over the sink,” he ordered. Kelsey turned toward him with a small gasp, a startled look on her face. She often seemed lost in her own world lately.

“Go on,” he snapped impatiently. “You heard me. That hesitation will cost you. You’ll have to be punished for that.” James’ cock throbbed at the thought. She’d been giving him less and less cause to punish her lately, and he sometimes found himself creating obstacles for her just so she would fail. He knew that wasn’t really fair, but hey, he made the rules, right? His word was law.

Kelsey dropped the scrub brush into the bucket of soapy water and scrambled to her feet. She moved quickly to the sink and bent over it. James let his shorts fall to the linoleum as he moved toward her. He kicked her legs wider apart and gripped her hips, his cock tingling as it nudged along the cleft of her ass.

He grabbed one of the many tubes of lubricant he now kept around the cabin so he’d have them whenever he needed them. He’d found himself increasingly drawn to anal sex. There was something so powerful about taking her that way, and he loved the way she cried out when he rammed himself inside her tight passage.

He squirted a blob of lube onto the head of his cock and stroked the pucker between her ass cheeks with his fingertips. He felt her tense. “You resist me,” he told her. “You’ve become such an obedient girl, but in this one area you still resist. I’ll have to punish you for that too, you know that, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

He pushed the head of his cock into her tight little ass. Kelsey squealed.

“Why do I punish you, Kelsey?” He gripped her hips and pushed deeper.

“Because you love and cherish me, sir,” Kelsey gasped prettily.

James rammed his cock deep inside her. Kelsey was panting. He reached around her and shoved a finger into her cunt. “Go on,” he urged. “Why do you need to be punished?”

“Punishment purifies me, sir. It teaches me. It helps make me worthy to be your wife, sir.”

“That’s right.” He began to thrust inside her tiny hole. Christ, it felt so fucking good. When he was done, he’d suspend her from the beam and whip her until he drew blood. Not only because she needed it, but because he wanted it.

The realization at once thrilled and frightened him. Sometimes he woke at night in a cold sweat, wondering what the hell he had become. What had happened to his innocent dreams of wedded bliss? When had he slipped into this bizarre role of lord and master over another human being?

It’s only to teach her, he reassured himself as he moved in her tight grip. She needs to be controlled. She is happy and at peace. You had to break her to build her up again. It was the only way. It is the only way.

He closed his eyes, imagining his beloved suspended by rope from the ceiling beam, her naked, bare body crisscrossed with welts, both the new ones he would paint on her with the whip and the switch, and the fading ones from her daily lessons and punishments. His balls tightened as a powerful orgasm coiled inside him, making his body rigid in the seconds before it exploded through his shaft.

“Yes!” he cried. “Yes!”

He leaned heavily against Kelsey as he recovered himself. Finally he pulled away from her and stepped back. She turned slowly and sank gracefully down to the floor. “Thank you, sir,” she murmured, looking up at him with eyes as empty and vacant as green glass.

Chapter 14

James pulled the ropes from the ceiling beam and coiled them neatly into a pile. He stared around the cabin, thinking about the months the two of them had shared together here. He would miss the particular solitude of this place, but it was also exciting to contemplate a new beginning, one without any memories of his punitive father glaring across his paper at the breakfast table, or his tittering, anxious mother offering subtle criticism cloaked in a guise of concern.

He placed the rope in the large duffel that contained the various implements and objects he used to control and train his obedient wife, and, in spite of himself, he felt his cock harden in his jeans. He hadn’t whipped Kelsey to bleeding in some time. Though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t deny the fierce, dark thrill he got every time he drew her blood. He loved to plunge his cock into her ass afterward, her skin on fire, her sweet, breathy cries urging him on.

Idly stroking his erection, he went to the safe his father had installed in the kitchen pantry when the cabin was first built, and removed the large lockbox that contained most of his inherited fortune. Ironic that the parents of a banker had never believed in banks, and had hoarded and saved the bulk of their money in hidden safes in their various homes, most of it converted to gold bullion and coins. Lucky, too, that James had continued the tradition with his share of the wealth once they’d died. There would be no sudden withdrawals of substantial, reportable income. He would be able to disappear without a trace, just as Kelsey Rowan had done four months before.