The Only Choice (The Choices Trilogy #3) (24 page)

“Fuck you.” I whisper my voice cracking. He steps to close the distance and pulls me tight, squeezing my shoulders, his strong arms securing me against his side. Striding toward the back rooms my feet barely touch the ground.

“No Bethany. Fuck You.”

I turn my head and see the worried look of both Jason and Sam but I shake my head to stop them assisting. They’ve done all they can. This is my mess and it’s going to get a whole lot messier.

HE SPINS ME
into a room that is a carbon copy of the one Sam and I had just vacated and I stumble to the middle but manage to remain standing this time. He closes the door and turns the lock and I struggle to swallow the lump that has risen to the back of my throat. My mouth is dry and my breathing is rapidly rising shallow pants. He doesn’t make eye contact but moves me to the centre of the room and he doesn’t need to tell me not to move, the tension and dominance is radiating of him in tidal waves. He unhooks a wire from the wall and drags it to the centre of the room. There are cuffs on the end and he wastes no time securing my wrists and pulling the wire tight lifting my arms high until I am on my tip toes. He has held me in this position in his office and I tremble at the memory both painful and tortuously erotic but I feel none of that now. This false supplication leaves me feeling isolated and exposed. My dress rides up so the cheeks of my bottom are clearly visible. He takes the mask from my eyes and I desperately wish he would stroke my face with his fingers so I can lean into him, like Sebastian had leaned into Sam but he has no intention of giving me comfort. I can see that in his cold flat eyes. My heart plummets. What have I done? Last time I was here it was self-sabotage, this time it’s more like self-destruction.

He stands in front of me and runs his hand over the swell of my breasts and down my sides over my bottom and down my thighs. He rolls the hem of my dress that is only too eager to retreat on itself, winding up to my waist with the snap of an overstretched rubber band. His hand smoothes down my tummy and pushes between my legs despite me trying to keep them pinched together. He looks me in the eye and as much as I want to look away I hold his emotionless gaze.

“So which part of this is you
not
being a whore, the rubber dress, the no panties at a sex club or you . . . dripping wet?” He presses his middle finger deep in my folds and he moves the abundant moisture around, down and along the folds and up over my clit. My body responds, trembles and shudders. I grit my teeth, he is angry and lashing out but I won’t dignify his accusations. He knows my body responds to him. I am always wet for him but since I can’t tell him why I’m here, dressed like this I just have to let him be angry. “Oh come on Bethany, if you aren’t here in a professional capacity then why are you here? Mmm? Who was your sponsor? I know you’ve been insatiable of late but are you really just here for cock?” My head snaps up, my eyes meet his, which are narrow and sharp at his suggestion. He shrugs and continues to move his fingers along my sensitive core, stroking and teasing, building the pleasure but not pushing too far. “No I didn’t think so. So tell me Bethany was it worth it?” He sinks two fingers inside and I gasp and drop my head to his shoulder. “Got what you needed, did you?” His soft deep words are said with menace and I get a chill that he must know, somehow. Jason wouldn’t have told him and Sam was as surprised as I was to see him, maybe he saw Sebastian leave.

“What do you know Daniel . . . why do you think I’m here?” My voice is breathless but my tone, unrepentant. I sink a little as he swirls his finger hitting the sweetest spot deep inside. I want to hold him as my body sways, held steady by his fingers alone.

“Oh no ba” He checks himself before he calls me baby, that stings. “That is not how this works. You don’t get to ask the questions.” His breath is a fresh breeze of mint and whiskey, kissing my neck and the irony is not lost on me that not half an hour ago I was vicariously in his position. He leans down, his mouth covers mine with angry possession and I pull at my restraints desperate to hold him. His tongue plunges deep, swirling, his lips are soft and sweet, he sucks on my tongue as he pulls back only to sweep back in capturing my head with his other hand, pushing me hard against him. When he pulls back the next time he draws my bottom lip between his teeth and I flinch at the anticipated bite. I cry in the back of my throat as the coppery taste floods my mouth; my lips are sore and swollen. He kisses along my jaw up to my ear and down to my collar bone, tender featherlike and cherished. He reaches my neck and I brace for the inevitable bite and draw on my flesh that will mark me but it doesn’t come and I feel its absence in the pit of my stomach.

His fingers move in a tortuously slow pace, his thumb circles my clit without the necessary pressure to drive me over the edge but even so I recognise the clenching and tension in my core that starts to build and so does Daniel. “Why are you here Bethany? Who is your sponsor?” My body starts to quiver and he stills his fingers, breathing heavily in my ear and waiting until my own breathing has quietened. He does this several times, each time a little closer to my release and I can’t help the sobs escape each time he denies me. “Well, fuck Bethany if you don’t want to come I might as well.” He removes his hand from between my legs my hips buck involuntarily at the loss and scramble to get purchase on the tip of my toes. He unzips his suit trousers and lets them drop to his mid-thigh as his legs are braced wide; he holds his heavy cock loosely stroking its length. I fight the urge to lick my lips but I can’t help the whimper in the back of my throat.

He sweeps his strong arm around my waist and drops it just below the cheeks of my bottom pulling me toward him. I try to keep my legs together but he growls a command for me to spread and I do. He lifts me up and positions the thick head of his cock at my entrance. In one smooth continuous movement he sinks inside me and I relish the feeling of being completely full, even though I know he isn’t all the way in. He nudges me with his arm, pushing deeper and my breath catches. I wrap my legs around his waist and I’m grateful he is supporting my weight, easing the ache in my arms even for a moment. My sensitive core clenches around his thick thrusting shaft like its afraid to let go and I am so desperate to let go I move my hips and meet each thrust with needy desire and desperation. His fingers pinch my hips holding me firm and preventing my movements, preventing my grind against him, preventing my climax. He stills and again with herculean control stays off another climax and judging by the tension in his jaw it’s not just mine.

If I could just hold him with my arms I could get the necessary leverage. I try to wriggle again but he just holds firm and I cry at the sharp pain from his fingers and the frustration at his refusal to grant my release.

“Please Daniel, Please Sir, please, please please . . . please I need to come.” My mindless litany goes unheeded. He is never going to let me come and I can hear the desperation in my voice but still he doesn’t acknowledge my plea. He holds me still and takes a few deep breaths and rolls his hips once, moving deep inside and grunting loudly he throws his head back before relaxing his hold. Fuck, Oh I hate him right now. I can’t believe he did that, he came and leaves me hanging, literally. Right now I don’t know why I bothered, fuck him if he wants to believe her. If he wants to let Angel and her husband take him for millions or worse get sucked back into a hollow, deceitful relationship well fuck him. They deserve each other. He pulls back from me and I take a moment. It doesn’t take even that to see him, all of him, my perfect. He makes my heart stop. All I ever see when I fall into his bottomless crystal blue eyes is the man I love, completely, utterly. My love for him is all consuming, a ‘I won’t survive without you love’ and I know I won’t. I also know that it is worth fighting for, it is worth any cost because he doesn’t deserve her. He deserves me and
we
deserve an Angel free future.

He tucks his still hard cock into his trousers and I am distracted by the ache between my legs at its absence. I take a deep breath before I let him know why I’m here. “You needed to know the truth. You needed proof, I got proof.” My voice is breathless, evidence of my unfinished erotic ordeal. He hadn’t really moved away but he is only a hairs breadth from me now, holding my chin with a firm grip.

“I needed you to trust me. I told you I needed you to stop Bethany and you did it anyway. So I hope it was worth it.” He spins and steps away raking his hands through his hair. His agitation and the expression of resignation in his face is like a slap to mine, utter panic engulfs me.

“No Daniel, no no . . . but I got the proof Daniel. I didn’t do it for me and it’s worth it if it means you don’t have to carry all that fucking guilt and pay for a debt that wasn’t yours to pay.” My voice breaks into a sob but his eyes are cold, unmoved by my distress.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me this is for my benefit. You did this for you, so you could have your future all neat and tidy. Perfect and happy and fuck anyone else and their suffering.” He paces the room before turning, his expression is a picture of barely contained fury. “Proof you say?” His condescending tone holds so much disgust I want to howl. “So, am I to believe what you and your
friend
heard during a scene with Mistress Selene? It’s laughable Bethany. It’s just your word against his.” His blatant contempt is like full body punch and I feel the oxygen leave my body in a painful rush. I can’t believe he thinks that but it’s not just my word.

“Oh I know that and I know exactly what my word means to you but I have other proof, I have a recording. So it’s not just my word.” I try to sound assertive and indignant as I dangle from the wire. I can’t argue whose suffering he is talking about, I can’t argue his beliefs they are so ingrained because he’s so fucking stubborn but if he can just hear the truth . . . Whether he forgives me after that or what he chooses to do then, is out of my hands.

“Oh really?” He steps forward his face so close I can feel his lips and I struggle not to lean into them. I can’t give him any more of me. I drop my eyes to my cleavage indicating where he needs to look and he fails to hide his smile at the prospect of delving in there. “This is the only upside to this.” His fingers easily slip between my breasts, the dress doesn’t breathe and I appear to glow like a pig in rubber. He pinches the device between his fingers and pulls it free but I can see as he holds it before me that the device is wet. Dripping in fact and my heart sinks that I didn’t think to check if it would work in wet conditions. I mean why would I? It’s not like I anticipated having to do this underwater. He shakes the excess water off and rubs it dry against his trousers, pulls my dress back down to cover my bottom and then leaves the room.

He returns only moments later with a laptop and Jason. Our eyes meet briefly but mine must reflect the horror I feel. I shake my head so slightly but enough, hoping to indicate that I haven’t said anything about him to Daniel. Daniel fiddles with the computer and plugs the device in, a few clicks and I can hear the recording. I breathe a sigh of relief, it worked. A few minutes pass but all I can hear is muffled sounds, very muffled sounds. I can’t make out a single word. My head drops and I feel the tingle in my nose first then the prickle of water in my eyes. All for nothing, the device had been so embedded, insulated in between my breasts, tight in the dress that nothing got through. He snaps the laptop shut and walks slowly back to me. He prises my fisted hand open, places the device in it and slowly curls my fingers back around it.

“I know you must be disappointed but really people say all sorts of shit when they are being whipped and tortured.” He words are soft, comforting but deeply sarcastic. His eyes hold none of their fire and all of his pain. I know I have lost him and I am instantly chilled to my soul.

“I always told the truth.” I manage to breathe out.

His hand strokes my jaw and he tilts my face to meet his eyes, mine are now streaming but he is unaffected. “Yes you did.” He hums, “in fact, I am counting on it.” He steps away from me and walks to one wall that holds racks of whips and floggers. He picks up a stubby short crop with a flat end, he slaps it menacingly against his palm and I jump at the sharp sound. “I thought I made myself clear. I thought you understood the consequences Bethany but I know now that is not the case. An error I will rectify immediately . . . So there is no misunderstanding about our future . . . to be crystal clear Bethany . . . we have no future.” His enunciation of each word like a blunt nail in my broken heart. “I brought Jason here, just so you know what that means, exactly. Sharing, is no longer a problem.” He waves his whip toward Jason and he swirls it round as he attempts to list everything I’ve lost. “Total Communication Shutdown but this time there will be no breaches. I will block your calls, you won’t be able to contact me,
ever.
” He spits these words like bullets before drawing another breath to continue his devastating withdrawal from my life. “Patrick will cease to give you protection, no more proposals. I won’t pursue you. I am done.” He taps his fingers pensively on his jaw. “I know there’s more but to quote you
baby,”
he pauses. “‘No-more.’” He draws the whip under my chin, my cheeks are streaming and I am struggling to gasp for breath. My arms are screaming in agony and its nothing compared to the pain in my heart. “But I do want to know who sponsored you, so for old times’ sake let’s play the truth game, one . . . last . . . time.” He spins me so my arms are twisted and I am barely touching the floor. I face Jason but his eyes are downcast. I hear the swish and feel the strike at same time, hard on my rubber clad backside.