“Save that one.”
He pulls back and slaps me on the ass.
“W-What?” I mutter.
“Save it for Dexter,” he says. “Time to go.”
He motions to Lai and Julian, and they take out the belts out of their pants. Before I can object, they manhandle me, strip me of my bra and tie me up with their belts. They leave me like that, on the office chair, gasping in disbelief.
“You can’t do this!” I cry out. “You can’t
just leave me here!”
“Watch us,” Caspian shrugs. “Hope you’re ready for your punishment. Dex was pretty pissed.”
The door closes to the sound of my outraged scream.
Eighteen
Dexter
When I come to a stop in front of Caspian's father's office, it's dark outside. A single lamp is on in the study, casting long shadows down the quiet hallway I'm standing in.
I push the door open with my pointer finger, smirking to myself when I hear it creak. Her gasp follows right after, followed by a sweet moan that makes her sound like a trapped animal.
And once I walk in, I realize she is in a trap indeed.
"Oh my, my, my," I mutter, clicking my tongue as I walk toward her. "You've found yourself in a bit of a predicament, haven't you?"
"Fuck you," she spits out, thrashing violently against the belts holding her in place. "I want you to get me out of here. Now!"
I wrap my fingers around her throat. Pandora gasps against them, and I can feel her throat moving beneath my knuckles. I touch her bare pussy with my free hand.
She shivers beneath me, crying out in protest. Caspian did well. Her arms are tied with a belt at the wrists, firmly placed on the small of her back so her chest arches out provocatively. He's tied her legs over her head. And she's naked.
My blood boils at the thought of any of the guys seeing her this way. I'm jealous as fuck, but I'll never admit that to her. I unzip my pants slowly, watching her hungry eyes devouring me. I pull out my cock. I'm fucking throbbing, my tip vibrating, the shade a deep red. Pandora swallows thickly.
"I hate you more than ever,” she whispers. “You may marry me. You may think you own me. But no matter how many of your family diamonds you put on me, I'll never be yours. You can't control me. You can hurt me. Rape me. Make me crawl for you. But I will never like you.”
"You already like me,” I remind her.
“Never.”
“Really?” I laugh in her face. “Let’s see. You come for me. You obey me. You’re still here, aren’t you?”
“Because you tied me up!”
“Because you want this.” I smirk. “It’s adorable. I can do whatever the hell I want to you and you’ll keep coming back for more. You really are a glutton for punishment, Pandora.”
“You’re really dumb if you think that’s it,” she hisses.
“Then please, enlighten me. What’s the actual reason you keep letting me do this to you?”
She grits her teeth.
"Because you think breaking girls gives you power. You think if you steal something, and lock it away, it'll never belong to anybody else. But what you're forgetting is, it'll never belong to you, either. And I’m going to prove that to you. When I leave, I’m going to make sure your heart is broken.”
“You really think you’re capable of hurting me like that?” I ask thoughtfully.