Cruel Vows

The bedroom isempty as I walk in, and the rush of water echoes from the bathroom. I grind my teeth, realizing Paisley is taking a shower.

A flood of adrenaline pulses through my veins as I approach the door to the bathroom, which isn’t shut. My pants become uncomfortable as I glimpse her perfect, firm ass through the crack in the doorway.

I loosen my tie and throw it on a chair in the corner, followed by the rest of my clothes. Once I’m naked, I walk toward the adjoining bathroom and head in.

Paisley has her back to me as she washes herself under the spray of the water, but I stop in my tracks when I hear her moan. And that’s when I realize she’s pleasuring herself, which I explicitly told her not to do.

Rage heats my veins as I walk into the shower. “What did I tell you, Paisley?”

She jumps almost a foot into the air, screaming as she turns to face me. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

I raise a brow. “You were touching yourself.” I grab her hips and yank her toward me. “What did I tell you?”

She bites her bottom lip. “Only you touch me,” she replies.

“That’s right, and what were you doing?”

Her eyes narrow. “Touching myself.”

“And how should I punish you?”

Her nostrils flare. “By some sadistic method or other.” She sets her hands on her hips. “Do you enjoy sneaking up on naked women?”

“When that naked woman is my fiance, yes.”

Her emerald eyes flash with rage. “Unwilling fucking fiance,” she spits, her fiery attitude making my cock even harder.

I pull her body tight against mine, pressing my cock into her abdomen. “You make me so fucking hard when you’re feisty, princess.”

Her jaw clenches. “That’s because you’re a sick son of a bitch who gets off on harassing a woman who wants nothing to do with you.”

I bite the juncture between her neck and shoulder, making her jolt as a soft exhale escapes her lips. “Perhaps.” I drag my teeth lower over her collarbone, making her shudder. “Or maybe it’s because we’re meant for each other.”

“That’s bullshit.”

I watch the uncertainty in her eyes manifest. “I think deep down you know it’s true.”

“I most definitely don’t know that.” Her nostrils flare. “The last man I’ve ever been made for is a self-important son of a bitch like you.”

“Such a filthy mouth, baby. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and those pretty lips all damn day.”

“Well, I didn’t think about you once.”

“Liar.” I wrap my fingers around her throat and squeeze. “What were you thinking of when you were touching yourself?”

Her cheeks flush a little, telling me my theory was right. She was thinking of me, I’m sure of it.

I tighten my grasp on her throat. “How many times have you touched yourself when I’m not here?”

She shrugs noncommittally.

“Do I need to put a chastity belt on you?”

Her eyes widen. “A what?”

I smirk at her innocence, which makes me even harder. The idea of putting a chastity belt on her when I’m not here drives me insane, as it will mean she has no choice but to wait for me to touch her.

“Stroke my cock,” I order as I release her throat.

She swallows hard, but wraps her dainty fingers around my shaft and moves her hand up and down. “You make me so fucking angry,” she mutters.

“Good.” I move my lips to hers, brushing them together. “Anger can be a powerful emotion, especially during sex.”

Her body quivers. “If I can’t touch myself, then how am I ever going to get relief?”

I’ve been cruel to her denying her orgasm since that first night, but it will only make her more needy for me when the time comes. “Wait until our wedding night, princess. Haven’t you heard good things come to those who wait?”

She tenses against me, glaring at me with such hatred. “And what about you?”

I tilt my head. “What about me?”

“You get to cum down my throat and jack off, but I don’t get relief.” Her hand works my cock as she glares at me with those beautiful green eyes blazing with rage. It’s amusing that she’s so unaware of how naturally submissive she is. Anger doesn’t stop her from following my orders and doing as she’s told.

“That’s how this works, princess, but I’ll give you a treat just this once.”

Her lips purse as I prize her fingers off my cock and force her to turn around so her back is to me. “What kind of—”

Before she can finish her sentence, I shove my tongue through her wet folds, making her gasp. I grab her leg and lift it off the floor to give me better access to her. The taste is far better than I ever imagined as I lap at her already dripping wet pussy, thrusting my tongue in and out of her.

She trembles in my hands as I move my tongue to her clit and circle it gently.

“Stop,” she mumbles, clawing desperately at the wall in front of her.

I laugh. “Why would I stop when you just complained I’m not giving you enough pleasure?” I spank her ass cheeks and she moans loudly, making my cock jump in response. I bury my tongue back inside of her, knowing that I have to savor her. This can’t become a habit with just under two weeks until our wedding, otherwise I’ll fuck her before we make it.

I move back, which results in a whimper of protest from my reluctant fiance. My fingers slide inside of her instead and she groans the most satisfying sound I’ve ever heard from a woman. It’s full of deep need and aching desire.

“You taste like heaven, Paisley,” I murmur, moving my tongue to her tight little asshole.

The muscles in her back tense at the sudden change in tactics. “No,” she breathes, glancing at me over her shoulder. “What are you—”

I spank her ass cheeks and shake my head. “No questions.” I bury my tongue against her sensitive back hole again, thrusting my fingers in a steady rhythm in and out of her as she gets wetter and wetter.

“Oh God,” she mutters under her breath, trying desperately not to let me hear her pleasure.

Her thighs shake and I sense she’s getting close to the edge, so I back off. She grunts in frustration. “Not again.”

“Delayed gratification is the best, princess. Just under two weeks of this and you will explode on our wedding night like a fucking atomic bomb.” I sink my teeth into her right ass cheek and suck, hoping to leave my mark on her.

“You’re a bastard,” she says, her voice cracking a little.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me once we’re married.” I stand, kissing her neck softly.

“The last thing I’ll ever do is thank you for anything.”

I ignore her comment and spank her pert ass. “Get dry and meet me in the bedroom,” I order, leaving the shower and grabbing a towel on the way out. I wrap it around my waist, ignoring my straining erection.

Paisley will regret touching herself once I affix the belt to her whenever she’s alone. It’s torture at its finest and I’m a cruel man. The reward at the end of it will be so earth-shatteringly explosive she will thank me. She’ll be screaming my name so fucking loud the entire city of Chicago will hear her.

Once I find it in my closet and return to the bedroom, my feisty red-head is sitting waiting on the bed like a good girl.

“Here it is.”