Deception (Infidelity #3)(54)

“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.

The counselor nodded. “I understand. What you saw would be traumatic for anyone. I’ve lived in New York for most of my life and have never been that close to a shooting. According to the news report, you were seen being taken away from the scene with a Mr. Demetri.”

I didn’t respond to confirm or deny her observation, though I found the use of Nox’s name interesting or maybe confusing.

As I pondered, she continued, “One of the reasons I called you to my office is because the university has counselors, ones who could help you deal with this. You’re about to embark on a very busy semester. If this situation weighs too heavily…”

I sighed as she continued with her recommendation for therapy. If she only knew that in the grand scheme of the last few months of my life, this incident was a minor blip—now that I knew the woman who was shot in our stead was going to survive. That was, until she mentioned a name I never wanted associated with me.