With her scent still on me, I’m calmer now. The need to drag her by the hair like a caveman still lingers, but I can hold it back until she pushes me too far.
When she reaches the door, I make it to the threshold first and drag her by the waist, her back crashing against my front. “I told you your options, and by refusing to behave, you’re just ensuring future punishment. Stay on the fucking bed, or I’ll tie you there. When I come back, if you’ve even moved an inch, I’ll make you regret it.”
She claws at my arms with her nails. “There is nothing else you can take from me.”
I nuzzle against her ear. “Princess, I haven’t even tapped into my imagination. There are so many ways to make you mine, and I’ll use them all until you submit.”
She shudders and goes limp.
“Good girl,” I whisper and carry her back to the bed.
This time when I deposit her on the covers, she stays put. I don’t trust she’ll stay, so I wait, watching her for any sign she’s about to run again.
“Why are you standing there watching me?”
“Because I don’t trust you to follow directions.”
She pulls the blanket up over her lap and then up to cover her chest. “Am I allowed to use the restroom and take a shower?”
I shake my head. “Not unless I’m with you. Not until I know you won’t do something stupid. Right now, I’ve got business to attend to regarding the fallout from last night’s auction, so I’m going to need to leave you here. I’m just waiting to see if you’ll need to be tied up or not.”
Her lips press into a firm line, and she looks so pretty in nothing but my blankets. I want to press her into the mattress and feast on her. But that kind of treatment is for good girls, and Celia is testing me at every turn.
“So, what’s it going to be?” I ask, still studying her.
I love the pink flush dotting the creamy skin across her breasts. My cum is there right now, marking her as mine, and I don’t stop the smile that blooms on my lips.
Her heavy gulp echoes through the silent room. Even as she acts brave and ballsy, she’s terrified. I can smell her fear, taste it, and soon she’ll be brave and ballsy when I want her to be, and terrified when I want her to be, and mine the second I say the word.
The image of her in my head, twining around me voluntarily, enjoying my touch, and touching me in return is too much. My cock is already hardening despite coming twice in the car. She is a fucking drug I can’t seem to get enough of.
“Answer me, stellina. I can’t stand here all morning. Soo is waiting for me.”
In another act of defiance, she drags her gaze from mine and clamps her mouth shut. Fine. Tied up, it is.
I climb onto the bed and grab her wrist in one smooth move. She claws at my ribs, trying to escape as I yank my still unbuckled belt from its loops to restrain her against the heavy wooden headboard. Once her arm is secure, I retrieve another belt and loop it around her other wrist. Tight enough, she can’t get free.
Then I lean in and brush her mouth with my own. She tries to bite me, but I grip her chin and force her mouth shut. “Remember what I said about biting. Since you wanted to take your time about your decision, I made it for you. Next time, maybe you’ll be more expeditious. Now, I’m going downstairs. You get some sleep, and I’ll release you in a few hours, so you can get some breakfast.”
Before I go, I delve my other hand down her body to dip my fingers into her pussy. She gasps and jerks her hips into the bed, but she can’t escape. Her cunt is still wet, and I know a few deliberate motions would make her come. I’m not giving that to her yet, not until she’s earned it.
I lick my fingers and close my eyes as I taste her. A tiny squeak pops out of her, and I can’t help but smile. She might pretend she doesn’t want me, but she does, desperately.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” I repeat. “Get some rest. You’re going to need it.”
I enter my closet and grab a T-shirt before heading into the hallway. Soo is standing with his back against the wall, looking just as tired as I feel.
“We need to talk,” he says.
I tug the hem of the shirt down and start walking toward my office. He follows.
“What is it?” I ask once we get inside the room.
“Some of the bidders at the event are trash talking you and the services we provide. It’s not a good look for us.”