All Chapters of THE PRICE OF BEING HIS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

58 Chapters

Sores and aches

Chapter ElevenAndrea’s POVI wake up slowly, the kind of slow where my brain is still half-asleep but my body is already screaming at me.Everything aches.My body feels like it has been through a very polite war, sore in places I did not know could ache, heavy in the best and worst ways. The sheet clings to my skin, cool and expensive, and when I shift my legs, a sharp reminder shoots between my thighs. Oh God. It was not a dream. Tristan Hale really did fuck me twice this morning, once on the dining table like I was dessert, then again in this bed where he made me ride him until I forgot my own name.My cheeks heat just thinking about it. I was not graceful. I was not smooth. I was just… me. Clumsy, eager, a little desperate. And he still looked at me like I was the only thing in the room.I lie there for a long minute, staring at the ceiling that probably costs more than my entire childhood home. The penthouse is quiet. No Mom humming off-key in the kitchen. No Ethan’s soft coug

Rules and Rewards

Chapter TwelveAndrea’s POVI am curled up on the massive living room couch, flipping through channels on the biggest TV I have ever seen, when Claire’s calm voice cuts through the quiet.“Miss Vale, Mr. Hale is back.”My heart does a stupid little flip. I stand up so fast I almost trip over the soft throw blanket. Seconds later, the front door opens and Tristan walks in, still in his sharp suit, looking every inch the ruthless tycoon who just spent the day terrifying people in boardrooms. His hair is slightly tousled like he has run his fingers through it, and that faint woody scent follows him like a warning.I move before I can overthink it. I walk straight up to him, reach for his suit jacket, and help slide it off his shoulders. My fingers brush the expensive fabric as I fold it over my arm. Then I reach for the leather bag in his other hand.“Welcome home, Mr. Hale,” I say, trying to sound smooth even though my pulse is racing.He lets me take the jacket for half a second before

First Reward

Chapter ThirteenAndrea’s POVThe word slips out before I can overthink it, small and shaky in the heavy silence of his room.“I’m in.”Not like I had much of a choice anyway. Walking out might feel freeing for five seconds, but the fallout would crush my family faster than I could blink. Ethan’s new room, the specialist, the ten million sitting in my account… all of it would vanish if I turned coward now. So I stand there, heart hammering, and say it again quieter. “I’m in, Master.”Tristan’s gray eyes darken with something that looks a lot like satisfaction. He rises from the arm of the chair, tall and commanding in the dim light of his bedroom.“Good girl,” he murmurs, the praise sliding over my skin like warm oil. “Now strip for me. Slowly. I want to watch every piece come off.”My fingers tremble as I reach for the hem of my soft sweater. I pull it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. The cool air kisses my skin, raising goosebumps. Next comes the loose pants. I push them

Morning after

Chapter FourteenAndrea’s POVI wake up the next morning wrapped in the kind of soreness that makes me smile and wince at the same time. My thighs ache, my core feels deliciously used, and there is a pleasant heaviness between my legs that reminds me exactly how thoroughly Tristan claimed me last night. I keep my eyes closed for a second longer, just listening to the quiet sounds of him moving around the room. Drawers opening. Fabric rustling. The low click of a watch being fastened.When I finally peek through my lashes, he is standing in front of the full-length mirror, buttoning his crisp white shirt. The man looks unfairly good in the morning light with his tie half-done, hair still slightly damp from his shower, jaw sharp enough to cut glass. My stomach does a little flip. This is the same Tristan who had me on all fours last night, growling filthy praises while he fucked me senseless.He glances in my direction and a knowing smirk tugs at his lips.“I know you’re awake, Andrea

The gift

Chapter FifteenAndrea’s POV“Do you know what that is?”Tristan’s voice is low and amused as I sit on my knees in the middle of his massive bed, staring at the smooth, egg-shaped toy resting in my palms. The package it came in lies open beside me, tissue paper crumpled around it like expensive wrapping.I shake my head slowly, cheeks already warming. “No, Master. What is it?”He stands at the foot of the bed, still in his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the man who just spent the day ruling an empire and now wants to rule me. A smirk plays on his lips.“Well, it’s a gift for you.”I turn the smooth silicone thing over in my hands. It feels deceptively innocent, small, lightweight, almost cute. “What does it do?”Tristan’s smirk deepens, that dangerous glint in his gray eyes making my stomach tighten. “It’s going to make you feel really really good.”The first thing he did when he walked through the door tonight was pull me straight upstairs to his room withou

Test in tortuous form

Chapter SixteenAndrea’s POVAfter what feels like the longest, most unnecessary ride of my life, we finally step onto the rooftop restaurant, and I swear the place looks like it charges you just for breathing the air. Soft golden lights hang overhead like they’re trying a little too hard to be romantic, and the city skyline sparkles in the distance like it knows it’s part of the show. The table is dressed up in a crisp white tablecloth, glasses so polished I can practically see my future disappointments in them, and fresh flowers sitting pretty like they belong in a magazine. Tristan keeps his hand on my lower back, guiding me gently but firmly. The black dress he picked for me fits perfectly, but nobody knows what is happening underneath. The small egg toy is still inside me, buzzing softly on a low setting. He controls it with the tiny remote in his pocket. Every small step makes it press against me, sending little shocks of pleasure through my body.“Mr Hale,” The investor, a mi

The less intimidating guy

Chapter SeventeenAndrea's POVTristan still has my hand as he leads me toward the front of the restaurant where the driver is supposed to be waiting, and I’m trying very hard to focus on something as basic as walking like a normal person. We're barely out of the restaurant when I remember.“Wait, Mr Hale.”He stops and turns to look at me. “What is it?”“I left my clutch upstairs.” I can feel my face doing that thing where it stays warm no matter what I do. “Let me run back up and get it before the car comes.”He looks at me for a second, then lets go of my hand.“Stay here,” he says. “I'll get it.”And he's already walking back inside before I can even say anything. I turn back toward the street and exhale slowly.Okay. Fine. I can stand here. I can absolutely stand here like a normal person and wait.The night air is cool against my skin and the street is quiet except for the occasional car passing. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, staring at nothing in particular, ar

Reward for disobedience

Chapter EighteenAndrea's POVHe doesn't say a word to me the entire ride home.I tried once, somewhere between the third and fourth traffic light, a soft “Mr. Hale” that he let die in the air between us without even turning his head. He just sat there the whole time, jaw tight, staring out the window like the city had personally offended him. I folded my hands in my lap and decided that was enough of that.By the time the car rolls through the gates of his estate and pulls up to the duplex, I have accepted that tonight has taken a very strange turn.He gets out first and I follow.The lobby is quiet and cool, our footsteps the only sound. I wait until we're inside, until the door has clicked shut behind us, before I try again.“I'm sorry, Mr. Hale.”He stops walking but doesn't turn around. Just stands there for a second, and I think maybe, maybe, he's about to say something that'll release the tension sitting in my chest.“It's been a long night.” His voice is flat. ‘Take a shower a

Purnish me, master

Chapter NineteenAndrea’s POV“In that case,” I whisper, my voice breathy and bold even though my heart is hammering, “punish me, Master.”Tristan’s eyes darken instantly, turning that stormy gray almost black with heat. For a second he just stares at me, like he’s deciding whether to throw me out or devour me. Then the corner of his mouth lifts in a dangerous smile.“Say no more.”He reaches for the belt of my robe and unties it in one smooth pull, like he has done it a million times before. The soft fabric falls open, sliding down my shoulders and pooling at my feet. I stand completely naked in front of him, my nipples already tight, my skin flushed and oversensitive from the long night of teasing. My pussy is already wet, throbbing with need.Tristan doesn’t waste time. He takes my hand and pulls me toward the side of the bed. He sits down on the edge, rolls up the sleeves of his shirt with deliberate movements, exposing those strong forearms, then looks up at me with that commandi

Intense pleasures

Chapter TwentyTristan’s POVShe is still trembling on the bed, thighs slick and shiny from how hard she just came on my tongue. Her pussy is puffy, flushed dark pink, still twitching from the aftershocks. I stand there stroking my cock slowly, watching her chest rise and fall, those pretty tits moving with every breath.“Time to fill that pussy up…” I murmur, voice low and rough, “…the way it fucking deserves.”Andrea looks up at me with glassy eyes, lips parted, cheeks flushed. There is no fear in her gaze anymore like it used to be. Just raw, hungry need. The boldness in her earlier, walking into my room, touching me, begging me to punish her, is doing dangerous things to my control.I wanted to keep the silent treatment going. I really did. Make her feel the weight of ruining my comeback in front of that bastard, Marcus. But the moment she spread herself over my lap and asked me not to go easy, my cock betrayed me. It has been hard since the rooftop dinner, and now it is throbbing

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