You Are Mine

Gagged

Nicole

First, I had to be dragged all the way here and forced to marry a man I had never met, then forced to be his submissive, I had to endure the sight of f*****g blood after I heard Adrian shoot a man, had to watch a crazy woman call my husband her baby—I could not figure why that part made me hurt though, but still, and to top it off those monsters were really going to watch him strangle her to death and do nothing about it. To make it worse, the b***h thought it was actually funny. 

What do they feed these people here? Who did he think he was to just take a life just like that because he had a loaded gun. How did I get myself into this deep s**t? Why had I not just waited for the party to be over on the prom night? Maybe I would not have had to meet this asshole. Maybe my life would not be turned upside down now. 

And maybe you would have gone home to find mom and dad's lifeless bodies. 

No! 

The very thought made me tremble. For what it was worth, my parents were still alive, they were being stalked and monitored every minute, but they were alive. That was the most important thing to me. I was thankful for their lives, and I did not regret making that sacrifice for them, but that did not mean I could not cry my eyes out after almost witnessing a murder—again. 

Anderson had been at the door pleading for me to come out or give a sign that I was okay. I did none, I just curled up on the bed and soaked the pillow in my tears. But of course, I did not get to enjoy that peace, as Adrian opened the door and turned the lights on after sending his brother away. 

"Nicole?" his voice was almost a plea, as he walked closer to the bed, but that did nothing to reduce my anger. 

"Please leave me alone Adrian," I said, making sure to look away.                                                                            

"We need to talk Nicole," he walked to the bed and leaned down to look at me. 

"We do not have anything to f*****g talk about Adrian," I yelled in his face, as I got to my feet. 

He pulled me back as I rushed past him. "Yes we do Nicole, and you do not get to walk out of a conversation while I'm speaking." 

"Let go of me right now," I screamed, trying to pull my hand from his grip. 

"Nicole," he warned

"What? I do not wish to speak to you." 

"Okay, that's it." he pushed me back to the bed and held me down as he took out a cable from the drawer. 

I could only imagine which bondage weapon he did not have in there. "Let go of me Adrian, I'm warning you." My screams and struggle though did nothing to stop him. 

He finally pushed off me after trying my hand in a criss-cross to the bed. "f*****g asshole," I yelled as I continued my struggle. 

"You won't listen, will you?" He took another cable and tied both my legs to the bed to stop my struggles, and gagged my mouth with some large weird ball with a strap. 

With a frown, he folded his arms and stood at the foot of the bed. "Now you will listen while I talk, and I'll only take out the gag when I want you to speak. Nod if you understand." 

Sick f**k. was the only thing that rang in my head, but I refused to nod. 

"It's okay if you won't nod. In place of your safe word, you know what to do. And you should know that you will be getting punished tonight, for your really bad behavior."

My eyes widened in horror, and I writhed on the bed trying to break loose, as my cries came out in incoherent sounds. 

"I would advise that you do not do anything to increase your punishment. I am already flipping mad." 

He took a deep breath and sat next to me on the bed. I moved my body as far away as I could, only to have him pull me back to him and hold me close to his body. 

"Clara and I have known each other since we were kids. Our parents do the same business, and we are both the heirs to their business." 

Of course, he chose to start with the sorest topic. 

"We had a thing for some time, and it was nothing emotional, but well..." he paused, weighing his words. He looked at me for a few seconds and cleared his throat before speaking again. "Well, Clara was my sub up until the day before I took you from your home." 

I looked away, as I blinked back the angry tears that threatened to fall. I managed to convince myself that the tears were because of the stinging pain of my hand-tied to the bed, not because I felt a twinge of jealousy that he had someone before me. After all, I did not even want to be his sub. Right?

"Nicole, look at me when I'm speaking to you," he growled, but my eyes remained fixed on the other side of the room, hot tears running down them. 

I could hear him huff in annoyance behind me, but I remained defiant. Finally, he spoke again. "I know you are upset about how I treated Clara, but she deserved it, I will not tolerate anyone talking about what's mine so disrespectfully, even you. You belong to me Nicole, and I do not mind putting a bullet through the brains of anyone that speaks so rudely of you." he turned my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. 

I had given up my struggles long after I realized they only made the restraints hurt more. And thanks to this ball gag in my mouth every word came out muffled with a pool of saliva dripping off my chin, which was really gross. 

"I'll take off the gag now, but if you scream you'll wear that gag all day until I say you can take it off, and I will not be so kind," he warned. "Nod if I have made myself clear." I nodded sharply, desperate to feel my jaws again. 

My jaw felt almost sore when he unlatched the strap and took out the gag. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to flex them. They hurt even more now that the ball gag was out. 

"You can speak," he commanded after a few beats of silence. 

"Three things," I started. "First, I do not care about who was your sub or not," I lied, "I do not care about who you murder, I think it's clear now how much of a monster you are." his jaw ticked, but he still said nothing. 

"Two, I am not yours Adrian, I do not belong to you or anyone, I may be your wife but I will never be yours," I said, trying to keep my voice as low as possible, which was very difficult, given the anger coursing through me. 

He laughed humorlessly and leaned down before saying, "We'll find out how true that is very soon Nicole. Very soon. Take as long as you want to accept it, but that will not change the fact that you are mine." 

I opened my mouth to protest further, but he cut me short. "The third?"

I huffed in annoyance but continued anyway. "I want to speak to my parents and my best friend."

"Okay," he said simply. 

His answer was so quick and unexpected that I blinked twice to make sure I was not imagining it. "Really? Just like that?" I asked in shock. 

"Yes just like that, in fact," he leaned over me, and I could breathe the spicy intoxicating strong scent of his cologne as he released my hand on the bed. He trailed his fingers down my leg and snapped the cable lose. My wrists and ankles stung, but I was more than glad to have my freedom again. I sat up on the bed, rubbing my wrists, as I eyed him suspiciously. 

He scrambled into the closet, and a minute later, he came out with the new phone he had bought. He turned it on, typed in a number, and dropped it on the table. 

Then he turned back to me with a smirk and sat next to me on the bed. "You can call them now," he said simply, flexing his heavily tattooed and muscled arm. 

I grinned widely, thankful that he had not made a big fuss. It was hard to believe that he would just agree without me pleading, and knowing Adrian, he could change his mind any second. I had to take the chance now before he did. But as I lurched out scrambling to grab the phone, his large arm caught mine. I gasped as he pulled me on his lap in a perfectly swift move. 

"Adrian what are you doing?" I said, trying to break free. "You said I could call them." 

"I did," he turned me around, so I straddled him. "but first, we need a little reminder." his lips brushed against my neck, sending a wave of desire through me. "You can call your parents right now if you remind me who you belong to."

"I do not belong to anyone, now let go of..."

"Shhh," he cut me short brushing his fingers over my lips, "think carefully because if you lose this chance, you will not be speaking to anyone for the next month." 

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that I will not let you talk to your parents who have been worried sick or your best friend who has sent countless messages trying to reach you. For a month. So you decide what you want." he said with a mischievous smile, knowing he had me where he wanted me. 

"Why are you doing this Adrian?"

Ignoring me, he continued, "You only get two chances to make the right choice, and you threw the first away, so this is me giving you another." he brushed his thumb over my lip, and the other held me closer to him. 

"The phone is right there, but you can not touch it until I say you can. So, I'll ask again. Who owns your body?" 

I shut my eyes close, unwilling to give him the control he craved. I wanted more than anything to speak to my family and assure them I was fine, even Denis must be so worried now. I felt so trapped and almost helpless. Why did he have to be such a jerk? 

All I had to do was say it right? I did not have to mean it. He could go f**k himself after I got what I wanted, as long as I got to speak to my parents. I released an angry sigh, and whispered, "You,"

"You have to be a little louder," he said, pulling me closer so we were only an inch apart.

"You own my body," My voice was loud enough for him to hear, but my eyes were everywhere except on him.

He held my chin firmly and forced me to keep a steady gaze on him. "Because?" 

His hazel irises bored into me, and a lump formed in my throat, "Because you're my master," I winced as the words left my mouth. 

"And that means?" 

"It means I'm your's, master." I breathed, on the verge of breaking into tears. 

He tilted his head and regarded me with a proud smirk. "Now that was not so hard was it?" I shook my head, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. "I knew you would come around soon enough, but now you have to show me how much you mean that." he pushed back a strand of hair from my face. 

"What?" I asked sharply. Surely he had to be joking because I did not mean a word I said, and it was easier to just say the words, dooing them was a completely different story. 

"I want to see proof that you are mine."