The Fallen Demon and His Lost Enchanted Mate

Chapter Three... The Dreaded Dinner Party Part One

*Addison POV*

Once we arrived at the mall, I was led in the direction of my husband's approved area. I sighed with frustration when I saw the same dâmned stores that I always had to shop in all the time. I loved to change it up sometimes, but unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to do that.

I was headed toward the clothing store when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I tensed slightly but turned around and saw the guards smirking darkly. "Boss would like for you to shop for your outfit in another store, this way please," he said menacingly.

I felt my heart beating out of my chest rapidly as I followed him hesitantly. Another store for a dress? What was going on today?

That's when it hit me like a slap to the face.

The party. He was going to punish me at the party. There was only one place he would make me go to get a different outfit. One that would embarrass me completely.

I close my eyes and pray that it is not the store I think it will be. "Here we are. Boss said you have twenty minutes to shop for your outfit for tonight. He said this is the only place you are allowed to shop. We will be leaving after this so that you may finish the preparations for the party." he said as he directed me inside.

The local b**m s*x store. This was my husband's favorite store. He always came here to buy things for when he wanted to do things to me. Things that weren't pleasurable at all. He didn't use them the way he was supposed to, though.

He used them to punish and hurt me. He was so frequent at this store that he decided to buy out the owner. Yes, my husband was the owner of this store as well. He owned most of the mall, but there were a few stores that were stubborn and never sold out to my husband, but he was not the one to mess with.

He would do terrible things to make you change your mind. He knew lots of dangerous men from the Mafia, and they were at his beckoning. They got whatever they wanted because Derrick's father was

a bad man as well. He would look the other way and always let Derrick and his men have their way with anything or anyone.

I looked around the store with trepidation. I didn't want anything in here. I looked at my watch. I only had ten minutes left to shop. I began panicking. I frantically searched for anything I could wear.

I finally found the clothing and looked through them rapidly until I found one that wasn't too bad. I grabbed it and then headed to the register. 'This outfit would go okay with my black strap-up heels', I thought to myself.

"Hello, is there anything else I can get for you ma'am?" said the clerk calmly. "No, this will be all thank you." I smiled warmly. "Mrs. Stone, it's time to go." said the guard from the door. The girl's eyes widened with embarrassment.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, Mrs. Stone. I didn't recognize you," she whispered roughly as tears welled in her eyes. "It's alright. You didn't know. There was no harm done." I winked. She just chuckled lightly and put my outfit in the bag.

"Have a great day, Mrs. Stone," she says cautiously. "How much do I owe you?" I asked with confusion. "Mr. Stone has told us that we are not to ever charge him or his wife if she ever comes here or our jobs would be on the line," she said with a trembling lip.

"Mrs. Stone, your time is up. We have to go. Your husband is on the way to the house." the guard said with annoyance.

I nodded my head and then waved to the young woman. "Don't worry. It's our little secret," I whispered over my shoulder. She waved back and mouthed a thank you, then went back to work.

I sat in the back of the town car as we headed back to the house. Knowing that Derrick was on the way home didn't make me feel any better.

He's doing this on purpose. He is trying to make me nervous so that I will make a mistake. He thrives on torturing me.

We pull in and I see his car in the driveway. Shît. I wanted to make it here before him. The guard pulls over and gets out to open the door for me. I get out and grab the one bag I was allowed to get and head inside.

I hope he doesn't ask about the dress. I still need to get ready and the cleaners should be here any time.

"Darling. You're finally home. Come to me." Derrick says sternly.

I gulp inwardly and walk towards his outstretched hand. I place my hands in his and reach up to kiss his waiting lips.

"Hello, husband," I say slowly.

"So, I see you followed my instructions today," he says with a smug smile. His eyebrow was raised as he looked at the bag with curiosity.

*cough*

"I'm just going to go and finish with the preparations," I say nonchalantly and turn to walk away, but he grabs my arm and yanks me harshly and I collide with his hard chest.

"I didn't say you could leave yet, did I?" he growls dangerously low. Fûck. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my back against him. He leans down to my collarbone and inhales deeply, then places a kiss there.

"We are going to have so much fun with you tonight my sweet darling wife. I am counting down the minutes and the seconds until you are in our grasp. The guys are so excited to play with you and mark your beautiful skin. After tonight, you will truly understand that you belong to me and that there is no escape ever." he whispers softly in my ear.

My body is shaking badly and the fear of what is coming makes me want to scream out and run for my life. "P-please husband, d-don't do this. I already know I am y-yours and I know that trying to escape is futile. I'll be y-your g-good girl, but please don't do this tonight." I whimpered painfully as he dug his fingers into my hip.

"You'll be my good girl either way, isn't that right?" he says with smugness. I nod my head rapidly, but he places his chin on my shoulder and sighs softly.

"There is nothing that will change my mind wifey. Tonight is all about you," he says coldly and then lets me go and walks away.

When he is out of sight I fall to my knees and sob uncontrollably.

"Tonight is all about you."

I shudder in fear and uneasiness.

Knowing that tonight I will be tortured until I lose consciousness and then he will throw water on me and wake me up again, just to repeat the process.

I want to go home.

I want to go far away from here.

I yearn to go back to Scotland.

It is almost as if it calls out to me.

"Come home, Addison. It's time to return home. Come back to me." whispers the deep voice in my head.

I gasp sharply and look around, but I don't see anyone.

Why do I feel like that voice is from someone who means everything to me?