Divine in Lingerie (Lingerie 9)

Egor released a malevolent chuckle over the line. “Who I am doesn’t matter. Just keep her in line until I’m back. We’ll make the trade, and your job will be done, Carter. Easiest fortune you’ve ever made.”

I was up early the next morning, drinking coffee at the dining table when I heard my guest’s voice. It wasn’t sexy and husky like it had been the night before. Now it was explosive, even more combative than it was last night. “Asshole! Get your ass in here and let me go!”

I set the coffee mug down, the cup still steaming because I’d just poured it. I was shirtless and in my sweatpants, my hair still slightly damp from the shower I’d taken. Normally, I would be reading the paper right now, but my thoughts were focused on the handful I had upstairs. She would be my prisoner for a month until Egor came to collect her.

What the hell was I supposed to do with her?

She wasn’t quiet and timid like the others, which meant she would interfere with my personal life. How would I get laid if it seemed like I had a prisoner in the house? If she kept being this argumentative, I would have to move her down to the basement so no one would hear her.

Or I’d have to threaten her.

She had no idea who I was or what I was capable of, so if I gave her a serious scare, she might be more cooperative.

Shouldn’t be difficult for me to do.

“Hey, Bitch-hole!”

My eyebrows almost jumped off my face. “Bitch-hole?” I said to myself.

“Get up here now!”

She was in no position to make demands, but she did it anyway. It was amusing and impressive. I finally left my coffee behind and made my way upstairs to her bedroom. Her legs were up on the bed, but her upper body had tipped over the mattress so her torso was on the floor. The jacket had come loose, so one of her tits was popping out. She looked unbelievably uncomfortable, and it was clear she’d been trying to find a way to get out of the chains.

When I looked at the foot of the bed, I saw the wood had been chipped by her chains. She’s been yanking on it for hours, doing her best to break free, but then she pulled too hard and toppled over—getting stuck in this compromising position.

I leaned against the doorframe, my arms across my chest. I cocked my head as I stared at her, not being a gentleman any longer. I stared at her openly, looking at her tit without guilt. Her left boob was firm and round, and her nipple hardened under my stare. “Bitch-hole?”

She yanked the jacket over her body, covering her tits from view. “It’s bitch and asshole mixed together…”

She really did have a nice rack. She had a nice everything. “Since I’m a bitch-hole, maybe I should rip that jacket off?”

She continued to grip the jacket, prepared to fight me for it.

“And then I should put you on your stomach and fuck that sexy little asshole of yours?” The second I made the threat, the bumps erupted down my arms. As a man who got action on a regular basis, I wasn’t hard-pressed for sex, but seeing a vulnerable woman like this tempted me. I liked the chains, the helplessness, and I also liked the fight. I wanted to silence that mouth of hers and fuck her into submission. She was wild, but I wanted to tame her. I wanted to seize the power and make her tremble in fear.

I’d never wanted that before.

But I was better than that. I’d never been that kind of man. I wasn’t necessarily a good man, but I wasn’t evil either.

Or perhaps I’d misjudged myself.

I examined her with a harder stare, my eyes narrowing. “It’s nice when you don’t talk.”

Like the spitfire that she was, she immediately snapped back. “Fuck off.”

“You want me to help you or not?”

“Yes. I want you to take these damn chains off me so I can use the bathroom. Didn’t realize that was so much to ask.”

“It is.” I crossed the floor to the foot of the bed and unlocked the shackles from around her ankles.

The second she was free, she kicked me in the chest, bucking like a wild horse.

I smiled, anticipating the move. I grabbed her right foot and flipped her over instantly, the muscles of my arms and core exceeding her strength a million times over. I forced her onto her stomach, being as ruthless as possible. I might have underestimated her once, but she should never underestimate me.

I pushed her jacket up to reveal her ass, two curved and rounded cheeks, and then settled on top of her. This was just an empty threat, a way to terrify her, but I couldn’t help but get hard. I got off on her fight, on the sight of her beautiful body on the bedroom floor. She did her best to escape my hold, and feeling her weakness in comparison to my strength got me harder than a steel rod.