Page 17 of A Monster's Obsession

“Please…” I wasn’t above begging at this moment. I needed this release so bad I could taste it. Yes, I was being completely gluttonous, and it should’ve embarrassed me, but I didn’t give a damn. My body felt entirely too good to be ashamed.

“It’s too late to beg,sweetCéile. This pussy is mine. I’ll make her sing when I’m ready.” Sawyer was holding his body rigid as he held me up against the dining room wall, and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. I wasn’t in pain, at least not physically. But the frustration of not cumming was making the emotions spill out of my eyes.

“Don’t cry, baby,” Sawyer licked my cheeks free of the salty tears that spilled from my eyes and kissed my eyelids. He finally let go of my hands and caressed my face tenderly, “You deserve every bit of this punishment, Céile. I need you to understand that spanking isn’t the only way for you to learn that I am your husband. And now that we haveconsummatedour marriage, there’s no easy way out! I won’t let you leave me this time!” I couldn’t believe his words. Sawyer Nash was punishing me for giving him options. We had a fling, and he married me to keep me safe after I made a foolish decision. It wasn’t fair for him to have to stay married to me forever. It wasn’t fair to keep him in this arrangement.

However, before I could express my grievances, Sawyer began to move. His hips moved slowly at first, and just when I got used to the pace, he sped up so fast that all I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

“Cum!” Sawyer commanded, and like a soldier following a general, I came.

“Ohhhhshityes! Feelsgoodbabyyes!” My words flowed out in a jumbled mess. I threw my head back against the wall as my body trembled with my release. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, and all the energy was sucked out of me. I closed my eyes as I felt myself going limp against his hard muscular chest.

“Don’t go to sleep yet,sweetCéile. I’m not done with you.” I immediately knew that his words were a promise of more punishment, and I also knew that I was indeed crazy because I couldn’t wait.

***

Sawyer “punished” my body for the rest of the night. He didn’t let me sleep, and after the fourth time I orgasmed, I stopped counting. The energizer bunny didn’t have shit on my husband. I found myself begging him to stop and meaning it. When I could barely hold my eyes open any longer, Sawyer finally let me sleep. However, my rest didn’t last long when I felt him lift my leg and slide into me from behind. I had no idea what time it was, and it didn’t really matter. Sawyer took my body to the highest of highs as he caressed my breasts and kissed my neck affectionately. His thick digits found my clit as he moved inside of me once more.

“I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me.” I’m not sure what he was apologizing for, and I was in no state to ask. This was definitely not a punishment. It was making love, and I think that scared me more than anything we’d ever done. We climaxed together, me for the millionth time and Sawyer for thefirsttime. I got the feeling he was holding back his climax, but I had no idea why.

The next morning when I woke up alone, I was hurt. I wanted to talk to Sawyer about what happened, but I guess we were going to stay in the cycle of not talking to each other. I sighed; there was no use in me worrying about a man I couldn’t change. I was a gallery owner now, and I had work that needed to be done.

I may not have been able to divorce Sawyer, but the least I could do is pay him his money back. I’m a big girl, and I can own up to my mistakes. I made a huge error by getting involved with a loan shark. I was in over my head, and I can admit that. Sawyer saved me when he didn’t have to, but I had no illusions of a happily ever after. Sawyer wasn’t that type of a man, and that was something that I would have to accept just like the first time we were together.

After my shower, I placed my hair in a puffball on the top of my head. I sweated out my twist out with our wild night of sex, and I didn’t have the strength or the wherewithal to wear a bonnet to sleep. I put on a little face powder and nude lip gloss to finish off my look. The gallery wasn’t open on Sundays, but I thought I would go in and catch up on some paperwork I had neglected over the past few days.

I dressed in my usual casual bohemian style of maxi dress and platform sandals with large hoop earrings and multiple bangles on my wrists. I was much more relaxed when I dressed like myself. Lately, I’ve had to wear much more sophisticated attire. I wanted to make sure I perfectly represented my business. I was already at a disadvantage because I grew up on the wrong side of Founder’s island. People knew that I didn’t come from money, and some of the more uptight members of the high society didn’t let me forget it. But no matter what, I refused to let stuck-up elitist dictate the success of my business. My gallery was already a success after only a few showings. Once I convinced my old friend and hot photographer, Yohan Hobbs, to show his newest work, then I would draw in a huge crowd.

I decided that I needed to call Raven before I headed out. I had been avoiding my bestie’s calls by texting her that I was busy. I felt ashamed, but I was afraid that I would spill the beans on my marriage to Sawyer. However, I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I didn’t at least try to call.

“Oh, so I guess a kidnapper doesn’t have your phone and pretending to be you by texting.” Raven’s snarky tone was so unlike her that I knew Lennox had to be rubbing off on her.

“I love you.” I sweetly sang into the phone, trying to get my friend to loosen up. Raven was a big softie and couldn’t stay mad at anyone for too long.

“Uh, huh. Where the hell have you been, Sash? I’ve been worried sick.”

“I’m fine, Rae. I promise. Like I said in my texts, I’ve been extremely busy with the gallery.” I gave her a half-truth because explaining the whole truth would take time I didn’t have.

“The gallery, huh? You sure it isn’t a man that’s taking up your time?” I gulped. There was no possible way Raven could know about Sawyer.

“What?” I slapped my forehead with my hand. I can’t lie for shit, and Raven would definitely not let this go.

“Austin. I know you two were getting mighty close at the baby shower.” I sighed in relief. Of course, she was talking about the last guy I dated. She had no idea I was married to her brother-in-law.

“Yeah, no. Austin and I didn’t work out. I’ve really been busy with the gallery and getting a new artist. But I promise we’ll have lunch and catch up soon.”

“Okay. I guess I’ll let you make it. Besides, badgering you over the phone is no fun. I like to see you squirm.” Raven cackled, and I frowned. She definitely sounds more and more like Lennox.

“I don’t squirm.” I huffed with indignation.

“Yeah, sure you don’t. Anyway, I’ll see you in a few days for lunch. Love you. Bye.” Raven disconnected, and normally I would be mad at her for rushing me off the phone, but I was glad that I didn’t have to answer any more of her questions. I would definitely have to tell her about my marriage soon.

After getting off the phone, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs to find Sawyer. My car was left at my apartment, and I needed a ride to the gallery. It was hard for me to remember my way around the ten-thousand-square-foot mansion. I wondered around for ten minutes before I made my way to the kitchen. Maybe I can find Marla, and she could call her boss for me.

When I got to the kitchen, I found the twins sitting at the island eating lunch. I know they are identical, but it was still eerie just how much they looked alike. The only way I could tell them apart was that Flynn, who rarely talked, normally wore his bright red beard long and thick like a Viking, and Darby, who seldom shut up, wore his beard more groomed.

“Hey, twinkies. What’s shakin’ bacon?” I floated into the room, pretending to be relaxed. I learned a long time ago, fake it until you make it. So, if I wanted to feel comfortable around Sawyer’s guys, then I would have to act like I would with anyone else.

To my surprise, it was Flynn who laughed out loud and Darby, who frowned. That was unusual, and maybe I couldn’t tell them apart after all.