Page 41 of Point Proven
The bed groaned, and when his leg touched mine, I realized he was lying beside me. Brushing over the collar, I thought his ministrations would continue, but it vanished.
A sigh of relief almost escaped, but it halted the moment the chain went rigid, lifting at an angle that immediately cut off my ability to breathe.
“Wakeup.”
My eyes shot open in panic, and I clawed at the metal constricting my throat. He slackened the chain at my movement and oxygen filled my lungs with forceful gulps.
“There. Better. Did you sleep well?”
Bottom lip quivering, I slipped into the role I had to play if I wanted to make it out alive, if I wanted to see Simon again. “Y-Yes…”
God, it hurt to speak.
“Good, little lamb.” He cradled my face, brushing strands of sweat-laden hair away from my forehead. “Are you in any pain?”
“M-My…” I swallowed, wincing. “My… throat…”
“I’m sorry for the roughness, but you haven’t been a good boy. The collar is necessary for you to listen.”
Biting my cheek, I fully slid on the mask. With the dip of my chin, I looked up at him beneath my lashes. “I know… but I want… I want to be good. I-I want to show you… I can…”
Flicking his eyes from the collar to the bed, he paused, glancing at the discarded phone. “Hmm? Did you take this?”
A perfected display of confusion crossed my expression. “Your phone…? No. I didn’t even know… I didn’t know it was in here…”
Licking his bottom lip, he smirked. “Then let’s test it. If my phone is untouched, I’ll take the collar off. But if there’s evidence you used it, you’ll stay chained until I punish thebadboy out of you.”
“Okay…”
My heart drummed against my ribs, a wave of unease washing over me. I’d deleted any sign of my contact with Simon, but a piece of me was wary that Stefan had further security methods in place that would alert him if someone tampered with his phone. But that more confident portion of me? It was convinced that he was too fucking stupid to have even contemplated the idea, his ego having served as his downfall in the past.
It was time to test ifhe’dlearned his lesson.
Snatching the device, he leaned back against the headboard as his free hand rested on my thigh. Lightly squeezing, he flipped through the various spaces anyone kidnapped would’ve been tempted to use.
Clicking on the call log, he checked for anything out of the ordinary, and after aterriblefew seconds of scrolling, tossed it back onto the bed. “I’m impressed. You werereallygood, weren’t you?”
I dipped my chin, careful not to let my grin slip. “Yes, sir.”
“Mmm, a promise is a promise, but I want one more thing to…testyour devotion.”
My stomach sank, nausea building. “What?”
“A kiss like you used to give me.”
Sinking my teeth into my tongue to prevent myself from whimpering, I nodded. “Of course.”
“And if you try to fucking bite me again, we’ll be back at square one.” Hooking his finger beneath my chin, he tilted it upward, a mere inch from our lips brushing. “Well? I’m waiting.”
I forced myself into the recesses of my mind, crawling into the hole I’d dug to survive every forced interaction I’d had with him. With one steady breath, I laced my fingers through his hair and pulled him toward me, our mouths colliding. The burn of bile crept up my throat, but I ignored it, parting wider for him to do whatever he pleased so long as it meant I got out of this fucking collar.
Because as soon as I was, he would realize his idiocy.
Groaning, his tongue took possession, swiping across my molars with every intention of claiming me. His palm cupped the back of my neck, deepening his thrusts as he took his time, this opportunity something I knew he’d longed for. It wasn’t just about him staking a claim; it was about degrading me.
Pulling away with a final swipe across my lips, he hummed. “Good fucking boy.”
Instinctively, I wanted to reach up and wipe his defilement off me, but I held strong, keeping his gaze. “Was that… good enough? I-I just want… want to be good enough… For you.”
