He shoves a hand up under my skirt, pushes my panties aside, and shoves two fingers straight inside me. I let out a pained whimper, the motion scratching at my dry walls.
“Hmm, you’re not wet.”
“I don’t want this, Killian. Not when you’re like this.”
He takes his hand out and swats my cheek a couple of times. “Sure you do. Just give me a few minutes and you’ll be dripping all over.”
Keeping his grip on my throat tight, he steers me through the living room and into the hall.
“You don’t trust me, princess?” he says when I grab onto his hand, seeking some kind of purchase as I’m forced backward.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a choked voice when he pushes me into Ian’s bedroom and shoves me onto the bed.
He goes to the closets and opens the two left ones where Ian keeps his toys. “Seeing what kind of shit Dad has wasting away in here, too depraved for hisinnocent princess.”
“Just stop,” I implore, pushing up to sit. “You can’t do this. He hasn’t approved it.”
He pulls out a drawer, picks up a toy, throws it down, and does the same with another. “Well, I didn’t fucking approve that he could move you out and make you his own fuck doll, did I?” His voice goes deadly. “I didn’t fucking approve that he could fuck your pussy and not tell me about it.”
I glance between him and the door. If I’m quiet, maybe I can slip out before he notices. As carefully as I can, I scoot off the bed and tiptoe toward the hall. The moment I reach it, I set off into a run.
Only a few seconds pass before Killian gives chase, his feet pounding behind me. My lungs screech from the effort as I put in all my strength. Somehow, I just know that I need to get away—this won’t be like any of the other times if Killian gets to have his way with me. I have no idea where I’m going until I’m in the entryway, facing a choice between the living room, Killian’s upstairs domain, and the front door. I don’t have anywhere to go outside, but there’s also no place to hide here. I really only have one choice.
I rush to the front door, hearing Killian’s feet right behind me as I grab the handle.Locked.
“No,” I cry, grabbing the lock to turn it, but it’s already too late. Killian snatches me by the waist and throws me onto his shoulder. A dull gasp escapes me, the impact knocking the air from my lungs.
I keep protesting as he brings me back to Ian’s bedroom, but there’s nothing I can do. He’s too strong. I barely even manage any meaningful struggle when he sets me down on my knees. He just squeezes his thighs around my head, forcing me forward in an awkward position. I’m trapped. All I can do is shove and scratch at his thighs, but even that is useless. Within seconds, he has grabbed the restraints he needs and is behind me on the floor, snappingmetal cuffs onto my wrists and ankles. Then he pushes me onto my stomach, pulls my legs up behind me, and snaps the two sets of cuffs together, bringing me into a hogtie.
“It hurts,” I whimper, the metal digging into my skin. I try to pull my legs farther up to relieve the pressure, but I can only hold it for a moment before the strain of the position requires me to slacken my muscles.
“That’s kind of the point,” Killian says, returning to the closet and the drawers he has pulled open.
“Has he used this on you?” He holds up a harness that looks like the one he put on my head when using the nose hook. Only, this one is pink. And it has something else attached. Long, wide pieces of leather, tapered and pointed to resemble… ears. I gasp at the realization.
“Has he?” Killian demands when I don’t respond.
“No,” I exclaim with alarm.
“How about this one?” He holds up a pink butt plug that has a swirly silicone thing at the base.A pig tail.
Horror washes over me. I stop breathing for a moment, hoping it will somehow make him put the crude thing back in the drawer.
Killian lets out a cruel laugh. “I guess that’s a no.” He grabs a bottle of lube along with the two horrible items and crouches before me. “Apparently, Dad hasn’t shown you just how much helovesto humiliate women.”
“Just stop, Killian. Stop. I get your point. You own me, you can do whatever you want. He can’t stop you.”
“Nah, that’s not really the point I’m trying to make here.” He starts unbuckling the straps on the harness, getting ready to put it on me. “I’m simply giving you a little sample to let you know what you’re in for once he gets you all to himself.”
I go absolutely frantic when he moves the harness toward me, the ears flapping crudely. “Stop, Killian. Stop!” I scream. But he doesn’t listen. The straps go over my head, and Killian buckles them in place. But the worst part hasn’t even started yet.
Tears pool in my eyes when Killian picks up a short strap with a piece of U-formed metal, bent at the end. I instantly recognize the item. A nose hook. I still remember that night as if it were yesterday, coming downstairs with that thing inside my nose, unable to get it out, having to face Ian like that. I was devastated. Then Ian made me whole again—maybe even made me love it. But Ian is not here. He won’t be for hours.
“Stop,” I beg when Killian pushes the cold metal into my nose, but my voice is weak now. The tears spill over when he pulls the hook tight, stretching my nose upward, and attaches the strap to the top of the harness.
Killian grabs my chin to get a good look at me. I screw my eyes shut, even knowing it won’t make a difference. He’ll still see the ugly hook pulling at my nose and those pink ears sticking up from my forehead.
“And the princess turned into a piggy,” he mocks. “Open up,” he demands, shoving something round and rubbery against my mouth.