Chapter 5

Lush’s POV

The morning after that rough night, I woke up in my own bed, body still aching from Alexander's touch. My ass felt tender from his thrusts, a reminder of how he claimed every part of me. I stretched slowly, feeling the pull in my muscles. His cum had dried on my thighs, sticky and real. I smiled to myself, thinking of his growl as he filled me. "Mine," he had said. That word echoed in my head. But the smile faded when I remembered the threats. Evelyn's games. The knife attack, the bad coffee. What next?

I got up and showered, hot water soothing my skin. As I dressed, my phone buzzed. Alexander. "Meeting today. Stay inside until my driver picks you up." Bossy as ever. It made my pussy twitch. I wanted to text back something dirty, but I kept it simple. "Okay." His control turned me on, even from afar.

The driver came at noon. Black SUV, tinted windows. I slid in the back, heart picking up. We drove through the city, traffic thick. My mind wandered to last night. Him spanking me until my skin burned, then sliding into my ass slowly at first. The stretch hurt, but then it felt good. So good. I shifted in the seat, feeling wet already.

We hit the highway, speeding up. That's when I saw it. A dark car in the mirror, tailing us close. Too close. The driver noticed. "Hold on, miss." He sped up more. The car behind rammed us. Metal crunched. I jerked forward, seatbelt biting into my shoulder. "What the fuck!"

He swerved, but they hit again. The SUV fishtailed. My heart pounded in my ears. Trees blurred by. Another bump, harder. We skidded toward the guardrail. Sparks flew. The driver fought the wheel, pulling us back. He floored it, weaving through cars. Horns blared. The chasing car fell back, then turned off an exit. Gone.

I panted, hands shaking. "Was that...?"

"Someone tried to run us off," he said calmly, but his knuckles were white. He called Alexander right away. "Incident on the highway. She's safe."

We got to Alexander's mansion fast. Guards at the gate nodded us through. The house loomed big, all stone and glass. Alexander waited outside, face like thunder. He yanked the door open and pulled me out. "Are you hurt?" His hands checked me over, rough but caring.

"Just shaken." I leaned into him. His scent calmed me a bit. Musk and power.

He led me inside, arm around my waist. "This ends now." His voice was low, angry. We went to his study. Wood panels, big desk. He poured me a drink—whiskey. I sipped, fire burning down my throat. "Evelyn again?"

He nodded. "Has to be. I'll handle it." He paced, phone in hand. Texting fast. Then he stopped, eyes on me. "You need to relax." His tone shifted. Commanding. It sent a spark through me.

I set the glass down. "How?"

He stepped close, hand on my neck. Thumb stroking my pulse. "Let me show you." He kissed me hard, tongue pushing in. I melted against him. Fear mixed with want. His other hand slid down, cupping my ass. Squeezing where it still hurt from last night. I gasped into his mouth.

"Not here," I whispered.

"Yes here." He pushed me toward a bookcase. Pulled a hidden lever. A door slid open. Secret room. Dim lights flickered on. It was small, with a table in the center, chains on the walls. Toys lined shelves. Whips, cuffs, plugs. My breath caught. Dark. Dirty.

He shut the door. "Strip." His eyes burned. I obeyed slowly, peeling off my top, then pants. Bra and panties last. He watched, cock bulging in his pants. "Bend over the table."

I did, palms flat on the wood. Ass up. Exposed. He circled me, hand trailing my spine. "You look so good like this." His voice was gravel. He smacked my ass light at first. Then harder. Sting built. "This is for scaring me today."

I moaned. "It wasn't my fault."

Another smack. "Doesn't matter. You're mine to punish." Heat spread. My pussy dripped. He rubbed the red skin, soothing. Then smacked again. I arched, wanting more. "Count them."

"One... two..." Up to ten. My ass burned. Tears pricked my eyes. But the pain twisted into pleasure. He stopped, fingers dipping between my legs. "So wet. You love this."

"Yes," I breathed.

He unzipped slowly. I heard fabric rustling. Then his cock pressed against my entrance. Thick head teasing. "Beg for it."

"Please, Alexander. Fuck me."

He slid in deep, one thrust. I cried out. Filled. He gripped my hips, pulling back slowly. Then slammed in again. "No one touches what's mine." Each word punctuated with a thrust. Possessive. Hard.

I pushed back, meeting him. The table creaked. His hand reached around, rubbing my clit. Slow circles at first. Building tension. "You feel that? How I own this pussy."

"Yes... don't stop."

He sped up, pounding. Sweat dripped. My moans echoed in the room. Pressure grew inside. That full ache. "I'm close."

"Hold it." He smacked my ass again. Thrust deeper. His fingers pinched my clit. "Now. Squirt for me."

I let go. Gushed hard, soaking his cock and the floor. My body shook. He groaned, thrusting erratically. Then he pulled out, cum shooting on my back. Hot stripes.

We panted. He untied nothing—wait, no ties this time. Just bent over. He helped me up, kissed my forehead. "Good girl."

We cleaned up in a hidden bathroom.

******

That night, Alexander kept me at the mansion. Dinner in his room. Steak, wine. We talked light, but tension hung. Afterwards, he took me to bed. Slow this time. Kisses down my body. Tongue on my nipples, sucking gentle. Then lower. Licking my pussy like he had all night. Edging me. Stopping when I got close. "Not yet."

I begged. "Please..."

He rose, slid in easily. Face to face. Thrusts deep, but slow. Eyes locked. "Feel every inch." He made it last. Built me up gradually. When I came, it was soft waves, no squirt. He followed quietly, holding me tight.

Sleep came, but dreams twisted. Damian's face in shadows. Watching.

The next day, I went home. The bodyguard trailed me. At my apartment, I unpacked. My phone rang. Unknown number. I answered. "Hello?"

"It's Damian." His voice is smooth, but sharp underneath. "We need to meet."

"Why?"

"Just coffee. Please." He sounded desperate.

I paused. Curiosity won. "Fine. Tomorrow. Public place."

Alexander would hate it, but I wanted to know what he knew.

We met at a cafe. Busy, safe. Damian sat in the corner, eyes darting. Handsome, but tense. "You look good," he said.

"Thanks. What do you want?"

He leaned in. "I know about you and Dad." His words hit like ice. "Overheard him on the phone….."

I stayed calm. "So?"

His face twisted. Jealousy raw. "I wanted you first. But you picked him." Hurt mixed with anger.

"I didn't pick anyone. It happened."

He grabbed my hand. I pulled back. "He's using you. Mom knows too. She's furious."

"Is that why the attacks?"

He looked away. "Maybe. But I can help. Or..." His eyes darkened. Plotting. "Make it worse."

Threat? I stood. "Leave me alone."

As I left, I felt his stare.