Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
My eyes dart to the bed, and my breath hitches when I realize why he’s taking me to the room. He’s going to want sex. I’m naked, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. We had sex last night, but that was different. Maybe it was because I felt sorry for him that he had lost his twin. Or maybe it was wishful thinking that we could repair our marriage. Or maybe I was simply horny and hadn’t been touched in ages.
But this time… This time things have changed. This man isn’t my husband any longer. This man is a monster.
Who knows what he has planned for me, and I’m too scared to demand answers.
I can’t make my feet move even if I want to. There is no way my inner soul will allow me to step across the threshold of my own free will. There is no way at all. So, I stand in place and will my knees not to buckle.
“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he says, pulling me into the room with a hard tug. “I have something else in mind for you.”
I stumble inside and would have fallen if it wasn’t for Apollo reaching out and steadying me.
“But if you truly don’t want your sister or you to die, then I expect you to obey me completely. Piss me off, and I won’t play so nice. I’ll make your sister pay the same way you stood back and watched my brother pay.”
My head spins, and I don’t know if I want to scream, curse him out, cry, plead for mercy, or simply break into a million pieces, never to recover again.
“What do you plan on doing with us then? If I obey?” I somehow ask.
“Well…” he begins as he leads me to the far side of the room. There is no moonlight coming from the window because of the heavy velvet curtains that are drawn, but there is a very large skylight on the ceiling of the room that allows a moon beam from the full moon to cast in. “You worked really hard to put me in a cage for the rest of my life, and had no issue when Ares was going to be in a cage for the rest of his.”
I freeze when I see what is before me now that I’ve fully entered the room.
“And since you want to put me in a cage so badly…” He walks over to the large, gilded cage on the other side of his bed against the wall. “It seems fitting that I put you in a cage instead.”
I wouldn’t have been able to speak even if I had anything other than futilely begging for mercy to say. The gold bars of the cage are intricately woven in a beautiful design of ivy and flowers. It’s the type of cage that would house a flock of parakeets or exotic birds. It’s meant to be a decorative item in a sunroom, or a conservatory. It doesn’t belong in a bedroom next to where you’d sleep. The cage door also has a padlock on it, and nothing else inside.
“Get in,” Apollo demands.
“You can’t be serious,” I say as the reality of my situation knocks the air out of me.
“Now,” Apollo says. He stresses the “now” with a severe slap to my bare ass, which has me squealing out in surprise rather than pain.
I remain frozen. Not out of defiance, but out of paralyzing shock. Apollo, however, must read my lack of movement as the former. Without warning, Apollo picks me up under the arms and walks the couple of feet to the edge of his bed. He then folds my body over and presses my upper torso against the mattress. I can hear the swish of his belt again being removed from his pants.
“No,” I say. “No.”
I try to stand up, but he holds me firmly with one hand. I then try to reach back to protect my backside from another whipping, but Apollo snatches both my wrists and pins them at my lower back. Sadly for me, it only takes one of his hands for him to do this, so the other one is free to yield the belt again.
I press my face into the mattress, which muffles my howl when he brings the leather down on my still-sensitive flesh. The fiery lick is enough for me to break any of my pride that’s still present.
So I will beg.
“Please. I’m sorry! You don’t have to do this! I’ll get in the cage. I’ll get in!”
“I don’t repeat myself, princess. It’s best you learn this now,” he says as he continues to lash me with the belt.
It doesn’t seem like he is bringing the leather down on my ass as severely as he had done outside on the hood of the car, but my skin still aches from the earlier discipline, so every crack of the belt on my upturned bare flesh has me crying out. Thankfully, the punishment doesn’t last long. As I lay on the bed—not daring to do a thing without his permission—I can hear him place his belt back on and buckle it. It terrifies me he will spank my pussy again and then fuck me with his finger. I don’t want the shame of that again, and almost prefer a true beating with his fists rather than the humiliation of Apollo knowing once again my body reacts to his heavy hand. My ass stings, but I feel the wetness between my thighs.