Innocence (Tales of Olympus #1)(47)

Her back arched as her finger circled her clit. So good.

She blinked languorously—

“Marcus!” she yelped and scooted back, giving herself room to sit up.

Her husband loomed over her.

“Enjoying yourself, wife?” There was a world of tension in the word ‘wife.’

“Actually, I am.” Her voice came out an airy squeak, with nothing of the defiance she intended.

He followed her, a storm cloud dark with barely controlled violence. He gripped her wrist, brought it to his lips. He held her gaze as he sucked her fingers into his mouth.

She whimpered, pressing her thighs together. Who was she kidding? The pleasure brewing between her legs was a volcano now compared to the flickering flame of her earlier arousal. Marcus cleaned her essence off her fingers, tongue curling around each delicate digit until she closed her eyes, dizzy with pleasure.

His left hand cupped the place between her legs. “This belongs to me. You feel pain and pleasure only at my command.” For a beautiful moment, the heel of his hand grazed her clitoris. A shockwave rolled through her.

He released her and it was gone. Cora bit back a moan. Her body throbbed, mourning the loss.

“Well, excuse me, lord and master.” There was her defiance. Apparently losing out on an orgasm made her cranky and unhinged her brain from all survival instinct, because she kept snarking. “I didn’t realize you were going to take over all my body functions.”

“Everything, Cora. All of you belongs to me.”

She swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Well in that case, your stomach is hungry. Feed me.”

He moved to the bedpost and crouched next to the chain. His body blocked her view, so she didn’t see how the mechanism worked.

Next time. He had to slip up at some point.

He returned with the chain in hand and gave it a thoughtful tug. “I’ll feed you. But you’ll still be punished for touching what belongs to me.”

“How are you going to punish me this time? Tie me up? Humiliate me? Spank me? Oh wait, you’ve already done all that.”

“You think this is the worst that could happen?” he wound the chain around his wrist, tugging her upwards.

She came to her feet, quivering at his closeness. She wanted to rage at him, to beat his chest and scream and rip out his heart like he’d ripped out hers. The rest of her wanted him to touch her, strong and sure and gentle, satisfying the hunger that beat inside her.

He drew her up on tiptoes. She gave him her best glare, but she was caught and at his mercy, a fish on a line.

He opened his mouth to say something and her stomach growled loud enough to echo through the room.

Marcus closed his mouth, amusement glimmering in his silver eyes. “Hungry?”

“Already told you I was.” She could fight him better with a full belly.

Dinner was much the same as breakfast. Her on the cushion at his feet. Him feeding her filet mignon bite by delicious bite. Sometimes he didn’t use the fork. He made her suck the juices off his fingers.

And she did it, becoming wetter and wetter each time, especially when his thumb lingered in her mouth, caressing her bottom lip and dragging down her throat to her chest where he plucked at her nipples.

She moaned helplessly, so riled up she was sure that he could make her come with only a few swipes of his fingers. Or better yet, his tongue.

When dinner was finished, he didn’t lift her up on the table like before. And when he took her back to the room, he merely reattached her chain to the bed.

And then.

He.

Left.

“Wait,” Cora said, “where you going?

He turned at the threshold and looked back at her. “Miss me already? Do you want me to stay?” There was a hungry wolf in his eyes as he asked it.

“No,” Cora said automatically. “I hate you.”

“Well, your wish is my command,” he said, completely solicitous. The next second, though, the wolf was back, all predator. “But if I so much as see your hand brush that pussy that belongs to me without my say-so, believe me, you will not like the consequences. You’ll wish for the days when you were merely tied to the bed.” The ice in his voice sent a shiver down Cora’s spine.

She lifted her chin and glared at him. “Get out if you’re going to go. I can’t stand to look at you another second.”

His mouth lifted in a half smile. “Beware what you wish for, little girl.”

And then he was gone.





Fourteen





Cora rested on the heavy cushion, leaning against her husband’s leg. Above her head, on the desk, the keyboard crackled as Marcus typed.

This wasn’t what she thought her honeymoon would be.

Walking around naked, posing for her husband, letting him lead her with a collar and chain like a pet? Curling up on a cushion at his feet and dozing the day away. At night she slept with a chain leashing her to the bed. She didn’t dare complain in case he decided to tie her up completely again.

She didn’t even know what day it was. Maybe five days since the wedding? Six?

Several times a day, sometimes after a meal, sometimes out of the blue, he’d press her to the floor or lift her onto his office or dining room table or the floor. And then he’d toy with her and lick her and tease and torture her…all the way until she was riiiiiiiiiiiiight on the edge of coming.