Page 13 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe (Revenge Brides #6)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Misha
I rush straight up to my room after he dismisses me and tells me to wait for him.
A wide grin stretches from ear to ear making my cheeks ache.
In all honesty, I can’t believe I did that.
It’s such a gorgeous car, but I didn’t do too much damage.
And Vincent will probably have it fixed within the week.
It took me a little while to pluck up the courage.
I just knew I had to do something especially naughty to catch his attention in the way I wanted to grab it.
Rich people play rich games. That’s what I’m learning the longer I spend time around him.
The lingerie I chose for my punishment, before crashing the car, is spread out on my bed waiting for me.
I hurry to put it on before he arrives. With its complicated straps I get tangled and panicked, hoping he doesn’t walk in while I’ve got one foot twisted through the suspenders and I’m sitting on the floor with my legs in the air.
I’ve never worn something so complicated before.
With one eye on the door, I get dressed as quickly as I can. Excitement pulsing through me.
The thought of what he might do to me has my body burning wildly. My pussy is throbbing and impatient to feel him inside me. Black lace against my skin is only fueling the fire of my imagination.
The look on his face was transparent.
The thrill in his eyes, relieved for the chance not to tell me I’ve been a good girl.
I giggle as I clip my black suspender belt onto the edge of lace around my thigh at the top of the stockings. Done. Finally . Gosh, I’m out of breath from all that wiggling, or maybe from the anticipation.
Glancing in the mirror I do a little twirl to check everything looks perfect. It does. This lingerie has a bit of a BDSM vibe to it. It’s all straps and buckles in between the lace. And I’ve braided my hair in a tight, neat French plait down my back so it’s out of the way for our games.
Everything is perfect.
Damn I look good. I arch my back and admire how the lingerie hugs against my ass. Imagining how turned on Vincent will be when he sees me makes me even more horny than before.
Positioning myself carefully, I sit on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs elegantly, waiting for him to walk in.
I muse over the fact that I haven’t done a day’s work since I started ‘working’ for him and yet he’s been paying me weekly into my bank account. And on top of that I haven’t needed to touch it because he’s been spoiling me non-stop.
Time drifts forward and I keep shifting, becoming annoyed and impatient. Is he even coming? Is this like last time - where the punishment is no punishment at all?
It can’t be. I saw the way he looked at me.
My body complains because of the very poised position I’m in, my back arched and my shoulders back.
It’s not as comfortable as I am pretending to be and slowly, I give up waiting, deciding to lie on the bed instead, still positioned in a sexy way in case he walks in.
But when the sky behind me starts turning orange through the wide windows of my bedroom and finally goes purple and then black - I fall asleep.
Angry and disappointed. Maybe I should have rolled the damn car.
Falling asleep angry is not a good idea.
The nightmares start almost as soon as I drift away from the world.
A tall man, with a solid, wide build is standing over my mother and me. He seems bigger than any man I’ve ever met. The vision of nightmares distorted and unreal. I can’t make out his face because he’s standing in darkness. Squinting at him I try to figure out who he is.
We are sitting on a cold cement floor, coated with dirt and dust. My legs are aching because we haven’t been allowed to move around at all.
My mother is crying, and it breaks my heart to see her so terrified. She’s already been through so much in her life. She doesn’t deserve this.
My hands are bound behind my back and it’s the only reason I’m not holding her in my arms to comfort her.
“ It’s going to be ok.” I whisper, terrified to my core, but not willing to let this asshole see my fear. He laughs. “It’s not going to be ok.” He says calmly, wiping the blade of a hunting knife over his pants.
“It’s him.” My mother whispers in horror as the man steps a little closer and moonlight splashes over his face. “It’s him.” She screams, pure panic flooding her. I stare up at the man my mother has only mentioned in passing. The man who tried to kill her once upon a time.
His eyes are black, empty pits, monstrous and cold.
My mother has fallen deathly silent, crippled by her own fear. Her body is shaking against mine. I lean into her, trying to comfort her by proximity alone.
“What do you want from us?” I snap aggressively, refusing to let him get to me. Refusing to accept that this is how I die.
“Don’t make him angry.” My mother whimpers as the monster leans even closer, his breath smelling of rotting things left on the side of a highway in scorching summer heat.
“Yes, Misha, don’t make me angry.” He laughs, dry and hollow. The monster every child knows is waiting under their bed.
He reaches for me, his fingers wrapping around my throat, locking down into my skin like shards of glass.
“What do you want from me?” I scream loudly, the sound of my voice startling me awake.
I gasp for air, reaching up to touch my neck where I can still feel the nightmarish fingers of that monster. My room is pitch dark and I’m shivering, lying on top of the blanket in my lingerie, open to the frosty night air.
The dream is still running through my veins when I sit up, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness because I can still sense his presence in the room.
But as I sit up, I scream.
A man in a black mask leaps onto me, shoving me back onto the bed. I bellow for help with every inch of my sound. “Vincent.” I cry out, hoping he will hear me, or one of his security guards. How did this man get in here? This place is a fortress. Is this one of Vincent’s enemies?
Vincent was covered in blood today - does this man have something to do with that? Come to take out his revenge on me?
I kick my legs up trying to buck him off me.
His hand locks over my mouth cutting off my cries for help and I hear the sound of tape ripping before he wraps it over my lips and around the back of my head.
I scream against the tape, but no sound comes out. Tears stream from my eyes. Is this how I die?
He grabs my wrists, and I am no match for his strength. Despite my best efforts I don’t stand a chance and as he straps a cable tie around my arms behind my back - all I can think about is that monster from my dreams.
My fear drives me wild. Making me lash out with vengeance and force as I keep trying to kick his heavy weight off me.
The man chuckles and in an instant, I know who it is.
A flash of recognition moves across my face and relief floods me. But along with that comes defiance. He made me wait all afternoon for this punishment and he caught me by complete surprise now that he’s here.
I’ve underestimated Vincent.
He chuckles again as he pushes my legs apart and the crotchless lingerie gives me no protection at all. But I’m not giving in that easily, even after realizing that this is the game, I still intend to make this as difficult for him as possible.
My pussy throbs with excitement as Vincent pulls my legs wide and I buck my hips up to stop him. He growls, flipping me over onto my stomach and laying me flat on the bed. My face is pushed into the blankets, and I can barely breathe.
He grabs a handful of my hair and lifts my head, growling against my ear.
“Did you get dressed up for me, little slut? All of this lace. You wanted me to come in here and fuck you, didn’t you? Do you want my cock in your ass? Is that why you crashed the car?”
The threat makes my body tense with fear. I’ve seen the size of his cock. I can’t handle that.
I scream against the tape over my mouth and he laughs, shoving my face into the bed again. He pulls my legs apart from behind and spreads my pussy and my ass wide.
Rubbing my face over the blankets, I pull the corner of tape away from my lips.
Another ear-piercing scream escapes my lips, and Vincent reacts by a sharp, painful slap right against my pussy. It causes me to freeze in shock.
Gasping I suck in a sharp breath of air and scream again, tears rolling down my cheeks.
He slaps me again and this time the pain is mixed with pleasure. My pussy swells and I feel the warmth of my wetness when he slips his fingers inside me. My entire body shudders with delight.
I cry out, arching myself against his hand, trying to push him deeper into me.
“Little slut?” He snarls, pulling his fingers out.
Something presses against my ass, and I shake my head. “No, please, Vincent, please don’t. I’m so sorry.” I beg.
“What did you call me?” He says darkly.
“ Sir . Please, sir. I made a mistake. I won’t ever do something like that again.”
He laughs coldly. “Of course, you won’t.” He promises, pressing harder against my ass.