Bound To The Ruthless Mafia Heir; Claimed By His Brother

Chapter Ten- Obedience

I lay on my back on Cassian's bed. My legs were spread open. I felt completely naked and exposed under his stare.

My heart pounded hard. I did not want to do this. Not like this.

"Touch yourself," Cassian said again. His voice stayed cold and flat.

I hesitated. My hands stayed by my sides. "Cassian, please. I can't. This feels wrong."

He watched me without blinking. "You still want to hesitate? Remember the second option still stands."

Those words hit me. The threat of guards coming in and pinning me down. My p***y got wet anyway. f**k. Why did his control turn me on right now?

I hated myself for it. Heat built between my legs. My n*****s got hard from the cool air and his eyes on me.

"Okay," I whispered, and I moved one hand down slowly.

I touched my inner thigh first. Then I reached my p***y. It was already slick. I used two fingers to part my wet lips wide open.

Cassian did not move in his wheelchair. He just looked right at my spread cunt. That made me feel like a cheap slut, a degraded w***e.

I started rubbing my c**t in slow circles as a small moan slipped out. "Mmm."

My mind raced. I was his wife, but here I am playing with myself like this for him. Was this his punishment to me for catching me snooping? I pushed one finger inside my p***y. It went in easy, and another moan slipped from my lips. "Ah..."

I added a second finger and pumped them in and out of my p***y. Wet sounds filled the quiet room as my hips lifted a little off the bed, wanting more… needing more.

"Oh god," I said under my breath. Pleasure built up fast, and I rubbed my c**t harder with my thumb.

I looked at Cassian. His face stayed blank, but his eyes burned into me. I felt so low, like nothing but a toy for him to watch.

"Does this please you?" I asked, my voice shaky. "Seeing me like this?"

He did not answer right away. "Keep going. Don’t stop. If another word leaves your pretty little lips apart from your moans and screams, I'll gag you.”

I moaned louder. "f**k…"

My fingers moved faster; my juices coated my hand and ran down to my ass. I gasped, and my legs shook. I was getting close. Good, the sooner I came, the sooner I'd leave this room.

‘But you like what he's doing to you, don't you?’ A tiny voice at the back of my head said, and my p***y clenched tight around my fingers. “I'm almost there."

"No," he said. "You do not have my permission to cum."

I froze for a second, but my body kept aching. I slowed my fingers, but the need stayed strong and soon a sob broke out. "What? Please."

I just wanted to leave. Why wouldn't he just let me c*m and go back to my room? Tears filled my eyes, but I kept touching. "Cassian, please let me c*m. I am so close it hurts."

Another sob shook me. "I am begging you."

I rubbed my c**t in quick circles. My breaths came out in short gasps. "Please... I will do anything. Just say yes."

Tears ran down my face. I felt pathetic. Naked, spread open, crying while I f****d myself with my fingers in front of my husband, who hated me, in his wheelchair.

"I am sorry for hesitating, for snooping," I cried. My voice cracked. "I won't do it again. Please, Cassian. Let me finish."

A low moan mixed with my sob. "Ahh... it is too much. I need to c*m so bad."

He stayed silent. I kept pleading through the tears. "Please..."

My whole body trembled. Another sob tore out. "I can't hold it anymore. Please!"

I rubbed my c**t even faster now. My fingers slid in and out with loud wet noises. "Cassian... please... I am right there."

For some reason, I couldn't stop. Maybe I knew my fate would be worse if I did.

My thighs shook badly; sweat covered my forehead. "It hurts so much. I need to c*m. Let me. Please."

Tears streamed down my cheeks nonstop. My chest heaved with each sob. "Please, Cassian."

My p***y pulsed around my fingers. The pressure built higher. "Ahh..."

I kept my legs wide apart for him to see everything. A broken sob left my throat.

"Now," Cassian finally said. "You can cum."

Relief hit me. I rubbed my c**t fast and plunged my fingers deep. "Oh f**k!" The orgasm ripped through me as I cried out loud. "Ahh... yes!"

My hips bucked wildly, waves of pleasure made me jerk on the bed, my juices squirted a little and soaked the sheets.

My legs shook hard, but I kept touching my c**t until the last pulse faded. My chest rose and fell fast. I felt used and strangely satisfied at the same time.

I wiped my wet fingers on the sheet as tears still ran down my cheeks and shame burned in my stomach.

"Why do I like this?" I whispered to myself.

Cassian rolled his wheelchair a bit closer. "You did well tonight. Clean yourself up."

I sat up slowly on the bed.

"Belinda," he said. "This is your life now. Get used to it."

I pulled the sheet over my naked body. My mind would not stop. Part of me wanted to hate him forever. Another part craved more of his commands.

This marriage was a trap. But tonight I walked deeper into it myself.

I looked at him one last time. "Can I go back to my room now?"

Cassian nodded. "Go. We have more work tomorrow."

I stood up on shaky legs and grabbed my clothes. I dressed fast and left without another word; my p***y still tingled as I walked down the hall.