Chapter 104

Helen POV

Justin threw me over the edge of my bed, working at the handcuffs behind my wrist.

He had already chewed out Randy and Russo for letting me go and the mess of my coffee cup and the cards we were playing with before were also a point of contention for him as well.

He didn’t like me having friends, or mere kindness, if it wasn’t at his will.

He pushed my wrists in front of me, chaining them around my headboard at once and stood away from me for a moment, staring at my bent ass and heavy scent of arousal.

He moved around my cell at once, poking through my things like I’ve kept something hidden from him. When he didn’t find whatever he wanted, he left my cell, the door open and uncaring. I’m chained to the bed so he knows I can’t leave.

Randy came down the steps slowly, stopping halfway to see my unlikely position on the bed, bent over and waiting for Justin to return… if he ever would.

“I’m sorry I lied,” I panted, upset by the downtrodden features on his face. “I was forced to hurt Justin,” I cried. “Please believe me, Randy. It’s all I wanted to prove.”

He nodded, but his eyes found the door upstairs. “I know you think that, Luna. I wish you would have just told me your plan. I could have helped.”

Blink back tears, I held back on my anger, but it wasn’t helping the fury that brimmed hot in my chest. “You wouldn’t have,” I snapped. “You still think I was forced to do it because I was hurt but Juden could have beat me two inches from death and I would have never, ever betrayed my mate!”

His brows knit. “Stop yelling, Helen.”

“You have to believe me!” I screamed. “I wouldn’t hurt him! I wouldn’t!”

Justin came sprinting down the stairwell just then, holding an odd device in his hands. Randy left without needing to be told and I could feel the door slam shut as he did.

Justin circled behind me, holding a long, leather belt to his fist and slamming it down against my ass. I screamed in shock, a little in pain, but held back from whimpering like a coward.

My mate ripped my clothes off, leaving me bent over naked on the edge of my bed and heaving for every breath like they weren’t coming quick enough in my lungs.

His belt came down again, harder and strapped over my sex in taunt.

I hissed a hard inhale and sniffled, my head spinning.

“You don’t talk to my beta anymore,” he growled. “Not after how you betrayed us both!”

“I didn’t!” I screamed, knowing I shouldn’t keep raising my voice but my anger had filled me to the brim and I wasn’t going to let it sit there and stew. “Why won’t you listen to me?!”

“You aren’t being very submissive,” he snarled, whipping my ass with another harsh blow of his belt. “I want you to be silent, Helen. You are in punishment.”

I bit my lip and finally held back from fighting my mate’s wishes. He’s right. I am in punishment and I promised to be docile with him from this point forward. When I didn’t reply, he rested the bent belt on the tip of my ass in warning.

Holding back from sobs, I parted my legs, the pleasure of being spanked apparent as my heat flooded my nostrils and my body. Justin plucked a cold, foreign device into my folds and when he stepped back, taking his belt with him, the device started to vibrate rapidly.

I gasped with a heavy, heaving yell, the vibrations forcing hard shivers of wetness to pour from my sec. He snickered a noise of delight, watching me twitch and fight the cuffs on my wrist.

My abdomen was hard with pressure and strained muscles, slapping orgasms through me over and over without relent. The device felt amazing, but having Justin watch certainly was a bit of a good gesture that helped.

He leaned on the bars, watching me break through orgasm and throbbing, aching pleasure.

I hissed and fought back, trying to free my hands so I could yank the device out, but the realization of this fun wouldn’t last long. Justin said I was in punishment after all.

His belt came against my ass and my thighs, whipping me once, then twice, and then a third.

I fought back from crying, from screaming and from coming all at once! It had grown impossible to me but I couldn’t help the delight it brought me as well. Justin was finally taking out his rage.

He was finally punishing me for good.

I vibrated hard as I came, the device still relentless in my soaking wet sex. Warm come dripped down my inner thighs and I cried for less, cried for more, and mumbled nonsensically as Justin pulled the belt back through his jeans.

He hung against the cell bars for a moment before leaving my cell with short, slow strides.

The device still continued on in my sex, rattling and fighting and punishing.

“Justin!” I panted, watching him head for the stairs. “Please, Justin come back. Fuck me, Justin. I’ll be submissive, Alpha, I promise.”

He shrugged, a little hint of glee in his eyes as I squirmed, chained to my bed and speaking through the vibrating toy deep in my soaking wet folds.

“No, I don’t think I will right now,” he snickered. “You are being punished. I’ll come down here when I can smell your heat from our bedroom upstairs.”

I sniffled with fear. “That’s—that’s three floors away!”

“Exactly, little mate,” he hummed, grinning wide with pride from this punishment. “You just sit there and enjoy the position your in and if I can smell your heat from the bedroom, I’ll come down here, pull the device out and fuck you like you’d like, mate.”

I yelled for him to come back but the vibrations had rippled through me too hard, too furious, utter orgasm ripping through my sex and spreading throughout my body without permission.

He was really going to leave me down here, too.

And he did, the device sending shockwaves through my body and forcing me to come again and again and again and again…

This punishment was hell and heaven all in one.