Chapter 8

I looked around and saw Vera watching us from a distance. I guessed she went to call Ronan to save me from Caius, but who could save me from Ronan? No one.

He pulled me forward so fast that I stumbled in my heels.

“Please take it easy, you’re hurting me," I winced.

As I expected, he didn't take it easy. He pushed a door open and shoved me inside before slamming it behind us. I stumbled and landed on my knees. My eyes watered as my knees and wrist stung with pain.

Ronan towered above me, his chest heaving. In his glowing eyes, I saw intense anger and I was confused. If he was so angry at Caius why take it out on me?

“Why did you stand there with him? You were enjoying his attention, huh?”

I blinked, my mouth falling open. “What? I didn’t do anything! He grabbed me, and I. . ."

“Don’t lie to me. I saw you. Standing there, letting him touch you.”

"Didn't Vera tell you? We were going back to my room when he crossed us."

"No, she didn't say anything."

"Well, that's what happened," I said. "So what do you expect me to do? Fight him off in front of everyone?"

"Don't let anyone put their hands on you. You're mine alone," Ronan growled.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out of them.

“You need to remember this. Always," Ronan stepped closer. I was still on my knees. “You’re mine. Mine to keep, mine to punish.”

My stomach twisted with fear. Why was he talking about punishment again?

Ronan went to a corner of the room where a wooden chest rested against the wall, then he pulled out a leather whip. My breath caught in my chest.

“Ronan, please.”

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. The way he spoke I dared not refuse.

My hands shook as I undid the laces of my dress. The silk dress pooled at my feet. The cold whipped against my semi naked body. All I had on was my bra and panties.

"Everything, take it off."

I complied, slowing pulling my panties down after snapping off my bra. Ronan's eyes regarded my body with. . . I couldn't take what emotions were on his face. He looked serious, probably still angry. How could he not realize that there was nothing I could do to shake Caius off?

“Over there." He pointed to a pillar at the center of the room.

I walked to the pillar, shivering. I was naked, exposed. . .

Ronan took a knife from under shirt and cut a piece of my silk robe, then he tied my wrists to the pillar with the piece of silk.

“Please. . ."

“Don't say a word.”

I kept my mouth shut and waited. The whip unfurled and the first strike landed across my breast. The sting was sharp and a gasp escaped my lips. My naked body jerked against the pillar, but Ronan had tied my hands so tightly.

Ronan drew the whip back again and lashed my across the breast. This one struck my nipple. I bit my lip as I tried to stifle my scream, but a moan slipped out.

Why did this feel good? It shouldn’t.

I should hate him for exposing me and whipping me for something I couldn't control, but my body was betraying me. It made no sense how heat pooled between my legs. I was getting wet as Ronan handed me precise lashes on my nipples. I rubbed my thighs together.

"You like this, don’t you?” He mumbled.

I shook my head. I didn't want him to know my body was reacting to his lashes. He whipped me three more times then he untied me.

I fell into his arms, too weak to stand upright. Ronan set me on my knees and pulled out a pair of metal clamps from his pocket. He bent and hooked the clamps on my breasts. The pressure was crazy. It was a mix of pain and pleasure.

I forgot everything about staying silent and let out a gasp.

“I told you to keep your mouth shut. And stay still."

I nodded dumbly. The pain in my chest was too much for me to try to defy him.

My eyes clamped shut, and my lips parted. Why was he doing this to me?

When I opened my eyes, I saw him unbuttoning his pants. He pulled them down and his erection sprang up.

Memories of that last time hit me like a missile. I wasn't sure I could cope with him choking my throat with his penis again.

Ronan stepped closer and slapped his cock against my face. Then he bent his knee and fit the dick in the gap between my breasts. He pressed my breasts together and slid himself between them.

His movement was slow at first, then it picked up pace. Once again, I was turned on. Maybe it was his moans or the friction or the clamps hooked on my breasts. I couldn't tell I felt like reaching down to rub my clit.

I looked at Ronan's face. His eyes were shut, and his lips parted. He looked so handsome with the way his hair fell over his shoulder. I hated that I wanted to please him, that his pleasure also sparked pleasure in me.

"Yeaahh!" Ronan grunted. His thrusts became irregular and I knew he was about to cum.

With a final groan and a rough squeeze of my breast, he stopped thrust and came hard. His semen sprayed my chest and he lifted his penis, letting some drop on my face.

"I hope you know your place now," Ronan said as he unhooked the clamps. I feel backward, panting. Ronan had put my body through so much.

I lay on the floor, too tired to move a limb. Ronan watched my chest heave as he pulled up his pants.

My breasts were all red and my face was a mess, but I was happy today's punishment was over.

"Will you ever let Caius touch you?"

I shook my head. Even though I couldn't decide what Caius does, I had to say no. No one had ever used me like this before. I felt so used, so broken, but in a twisted way, I felt some pleasure. My body craved his touch and enjoyed the way he dominated me.

It made no sense. It just felt like someone had messed with my mind.