I secured a leather cuff around her trapped ankle, then grabbed the spreader bar. The cuff was attached to one end of the bar, and now that I had her secured, I could move her where I wished. I lowered her bound foot to the tiles, pushing her legs wider apart. The second cuff was around her other ankle within seconds, forcing her to remain open for me. Completely vulnerable to anything I wanted to do to her.

I skimmed my hands up to the backs of her knees, my fingertips teasing into her inner thighs. She whined and writhed, making music with the chains. I stared up at her from where I knelt between her feet, a position of supplication where in reality, I held all the power.

Her lovely eyes glittered, and her chin quivered before she quickly bit her lower lip.

So, my pretty wife didn’t want to cry for me.

That wasn’t her decision to make. I wanted her tears. I wanted her to come completely undone and cling to me—the only person who could put her back together again once she shattered.

I leaned forward and ghosted a kiss over her clit, feeling the tight bud through the barely-there panties I’d bought for her. She gasped and tried to rock her hips away from me, but she had nowhere to go. Reveling in her helplessness, I tongued her clit, teasing her. A ragged scream tore through the room, a sound of pure frustration and rage.

It went straight to my head, and I laughed as pleasure swept through me. My cock stiffened, but that desire was secondary to my craving for her submission. I could take her body when she was truly mine, once she gave herself to me fully and eagerly. Until then, I would find my own twisted release in tormenting her, dominating her.

“Stop,” she groaned, jerking against her bonds but unable to move away from my mouth.

I pressed one final kiss to her cunt and relented. There would be time to make her come later.

“You haven’t earned an orgasm yet,” I told her, getting to my feet.

Her eyes burned into mine. “I don’t want an orgasm, you sick bastard. I want you to let me go.”

“I’m not nearly finished with you, pet.” I patted her cheek, and she snapped at my fingers as I quickly pulled them out of range.

I grinned. She was delightful.

And she was all mine. This wouldn’t end until she admitted that absolute truth.

16. Nora

Chapter 16

Nora

Ahumiliating sound like a whimper escaped my clamped lips when Dante ripped away the lace robe that provided me with a scrap of modesty. He tore the delicate material with swift jerks of his big fists, stripping me with brutal efficiency. When the remnants of the robe fell away, he made quick work of destroying the lewd panties he’d forced me to wear for him.