Deception (Infidelity #3)

“Whichever one you use tonight will be my favorite.”

The tips of my fingers tingled as I reached in the drawer. Brushing the leather, I imagined each one against my skin. As my breaths became shallower, I pulled one from the drawer. It was black with a small silver buckle that resembled a swirl. “I have a black one.”

“Now take my belt back to the bed. But before you climb on the bed, take off those white lace panties.”

My head spun around, looking for a camera. “How do you know they’re lace?”

“Because all your panties are lace.”

My lips quirked to a grin as I eased the white lace down my legs. Even in a sexier-than-hell moment, when Nox was acting all dominant, his intimate knowledge and attention to something as simple as the material of my underwear filled me with warmth.

“They’re off,” I said with a hint more confidence.

“Now answer my question from before.”

“What question?”

“No, princess, that’s a question. Remember I told you that asking was my job, not yours? What happens when you disobey?”

My pulse soared as my gaze went to the belt. “I remember what you said, but I don’t remember your question.”

“Tell me how you’re responding.” Nox drew out the word.

“My nipples.” My answer was now only partially true. The walk to the closet and mixed emotions had softened them.

“Put the belt beside you, and since you’re using the speaker phone, you have both hands available to cup your breasts.”

As soon as I did, my nipples pebbled, back to the hardened nubs from before.

“Harder, princess, pinch your nipples. I want to hear you.”

Again, I closed my eyes and obeyed. My caresses that were soft at first took on strength of their own. Nox’s commands as well as the tone of his voice encouraged my movements. More than one whimper escaped my lips as I twisted and tugged, each painful tweak sending pulsations of pleasure to my core.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Tell me how it feels.”

My hips squirmed against the bed. “Good. And bad.”

“Bad?”

“Good, definitely good.” I moaned as my nails scraped the tender skin. “It hurts, but it feels good.”

“Fuck,” he growled. “Tell me about your pussy.”

I moaned as my hands left my breasts and trailed down my ribcage, my palms flattening as they spanned over my stomach. Unknowingly, my back arched as my fingers inched lower.

“Spread those sexy legs. Tell me if you’re wet.”

I knew the answer before confirmation.

“Y-yes,” I replied as one finger tentatively searched between my folds.

Though Nox was speaking through the phone, it was as if he were with me, beside me, guiding me. “Say it. Yes, what?”

“I’m wet.”

“What do you want?” His question floated in the air, the tenor knowing and the tone demanding response.

“I want you.”

“Charli.” In one word I’d been reprimanded.

“Your cock,” I corrected. “Nox. God, I wish you were here.”

“Move the phone so I can hear you.”

My stomach twisted as I moved the cell phone to the mattress between my spread legs.

“It’s there,” I said, my desire heightened while at the same time I felt ashamed that my arousal would be audible.

“Work your fingers, princess, plunge them deep. Let me hear it. I want to imagine that my chin is dripping with you. I want to imagine that slick wetness on my tongue and on my dick. Move those fingers.”

To my horror, as I did what he said in the otherwise quiet room, I too could hear the sound of my essence, the wetness echoing through the large room as I thrust my fingers in and out.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.

My neck arched against the pillows as my knees fell farther apart. “O-oh, Nox…” I couldn’t stop the indecipherable sounds as I concentrated on his voice and did as he said, imagined it was him.

“Not yet, you’re not coming yet.”

He was wrong. I was. Maybe if I tried to keep it quiet.

“Stop.” His command stilled my fingers. “I can hear you. Did you think I couldn’t? Princess, you make the most fantastic sounds when you’re about to come. Maybe after your punishment, I’ll let you come.”

“W-what are you talking about?” I asked, lost in the ecstasy his voice and commands induced.

“Another question. Princess, it’s time for the belt.”

A cold chill blanketed my warm skin. The perspiration that had glistened at the tone of his instructions turned to frost as I stared at the belt beside me. For only a moment, I envisioned a snake, coiled and ready to strike. “W-what do you want me to do?”

“Listen to me. Will you do that?”

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.

“Princess?” he asked. “Are you ready?”

What is it about this man? Is there anything that he could ask me to do that I wouldn’t?

“Will I get to come?” I asked.

“Another question. That’s three. I also bet you’ve spent the day learning things I might not be ready for you to know. Tell me, princess, do you need to be punished?”

Fuck! How did he do that, make me want what I shouldn’t?

“Mr. Demetri, you’re right.” I concentrated on the painful pitch in my core. “I’ve disobeyed.”

“Pick up the belt and fold it in half.”

My hands trembled as I did as he said. I sat up, mindlessly running the leather across my palm, imagining that it was Nox doing the same.

“I’m ready,” I bravely replied.

“Are you still lying back?”

As I moved he undoubtedly heard the rustling of the sheets. “No.”

“Lie back, like you were. I want your head and that beautiful hair on a pillow with your legs spread wide. If I were there, I’d be looking at that perfect pink pussy.”

My breathing hitched as I moved to the position he described. The cold buckle in my grasp warmed with each second as my anticipation grew.

“Tell me what I’d see if I were there,” he demanded.

“Me, I’m ready.”

“Would I see how ready you are? How much your pussy wants my cock?”

“Y-yes.” I said, losing myself to his commands.

“You’re so damn hot. My dick is fucking stone. Each time that belt leaves a stripe on your gorgeous skin, each time you do what I say, I want you to imagine my hand pumping. In my mind, I’m coming all over that freshly pink flesh. Princess, never forget that I fucking love you. With each strike, I’m marking you, again and again.”

I could barely breathe as the image of him leaning over me, his length in his grasp, dominated my thoughts.

“Do you have a problem with this?”

“Yes,” I bravely replied.

“You do?”

“Fuck, Nox, I wish you were here. I want it all.”

“Me too. Close your eyes and do exactly what I say…”

I couldn’t concentrate. The room around me was no longer present. I was suspended, floating in the sound of his voice, the deep dominating timbre telling, demanding, and commanding. Though my hands were delivering the punishment, it was all him. My hands were merely an extension of his, lost to his will.

A gasp filled the air and my hips buckled as the first lash landed upon my stomach…





“MISS COLLINS, MISSING one day of class does not usually result in a discussion with your counseling faculty. Your case appears to be unique.”

I sat perched on the edge of a chair in my faculty counselor’s office, facing her desk as she shuffled through notes. “I don’t understand. I called yesterday afternoon and explained the situation.”

“Your name is associated with our school. The most recent newscast has you listed as a first-year student.”

I nodded. “I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. The situation was traumatic and I…” I wasn’t sure how to end the sentence. I was taken away into hiding. I was transported before I realized what happened. I have a boyfriend who is extremely protective and well protected. Before I knew what happened his bodyguards swooped in… I had too many options.