Chapter 5

ELIAS’ POV

Moving felt like torture as the space between my ass hurt like hell, but I couldn't deny that I would let him do it again. I would let him gag me.

I would allow him fuck the senses of my head. Fuck the living day lights out of my soul. All these filled my head as I moved around the kitchen with a limp

But then, guilt started to seep into my soul. I couldn't help it. My thoughts were instantly filled with how I had gotten this job in the first place.

I wouldn't have had the chance to cook in such a fancy place if it were not for Damien's wife. If she hadn't given me a chance to do so. I owed it to her.

And she was a sweet woman as well. One who never made my life a living hell since I worked here. And here I was, repaying her kindness with my detestable actions. Shame engulfed me. As it should. Anytime I thought of how I let him cheat on her with me.

This was so wrong. On so many levels. But why on earth did it feel right in a way that made my body light up with a warmth I haven't felt before?

I tried to focus on the ingredients in front of me. But I was haunted by what she would look like whenever she ever found out about this. Found out that I had been sleeping with her husband. The imagination left me feeling horrible.

The knife in my hand slipped in my moment of unfocus. It clattered to the sink. The sound was loud enough to jerk me out of my thoughts, adequately startling me. My hand flew to clutch my chest.

This was beyond guilt. I was also afraid. She was rich as fuck, she could erase me from this world completely and no one would raise a concern.

I was just a chef after all.

A soft wince left my lips. I wiped my hands over my pants. I made a decision in the soft silence that followed. It was the only thing to do now to end this madness. The one and only way to save my trifling life. This wasn't worth the self disgust it brought.

"Elias, you have to—" I began to say to myself as I turned to the side.

A gasp left my lips.

My eyes widened.

And I flinched in horror when I saw Damien standing there.

He was intensely staring at me with dark eyes.

It was obvious he had been studying me for several minutes.

But he didn't seem bored with it.

“I can see someone is a little shaky,” he muttered.

His gaze was filled with desire.

And the teasing in his voice didn't go unnoticed.

I trembled.

“Did you enjoy it that much?”

I did. He knew that.

“I-I would like to talk to you about something—”

“I don't work for you, Elias.” He interrupted with a stern voice. “It's the other way around so you shouldn't have to talk to me about anything that wouldn't benefit me.”

“I would like to quit, sir,” I whispered, trying to hold his intense gaze but in the end, I let my eyes drop.

“What did you say?” He questioned as he approached me while I took multiple steps backwards.

“I- I said I'd like to quit,” I repeated myself. I was trying to keep cool. But I was trembling so badly. “I don't want to do this anymore—”

“Touch your neck, Elias,” he ordered as my back hit the door to the wine cellar.

Instantly, I froze up.

“Go on,” he urged.

Slowly, my hand moved to my neck in order to feel the silk material that was wrapped around it.

It belonged to him.

I belonged to him.

There was no escaping anymore…

“You are mine, Elias. You fucking belong to me—”

“And your wife?” I interrupted him for the first time. And suddenly, he was slamming his hand down on the door, pushing it open in the process.

I stumbled in. But before I could get myself back up, he had already pinned me to the wall. I gasped when his knee came between my legs.

My prick jerked.

“I own this kitchen. I own this house. And you who stand in it, I own you too,” he groaned, his hand gripping his chin harshly and a whimper escaped my lips in the process.

“But your wife—”

“For every time you mention my wife, you get ten seconds of spanking.”

Heat rushed through me.

“And no, I will not stop until the entire ten seconds are over. You have talked about her twice now. Elias, that is twenty seconds,” he said calmly.

Then he tilted my head upwards so I could look directly at him.

I swallowed hard.

“Sir…”

I shivered from the cold in the wine cellar. But he simply glanced down at me with a satisfied smirk on his face.

My body loved it.

“Turn around, lean against the stack and hold your ass up,” he ordered.

And despite my initial decision to quit, I spun almost immediately for him like I was just being controlled.

Damien yanked my pants down. This was the second time today.

The cold air immediately made me shiver. Or was it the desire that overwhelmed me?

I couldn't decipher it. At least not in this moment when the only thing I could think about was him?

But then I felt his presence move away so I turned to see him reach for something I couldn't fathom from afar.

“No peeking. Disobedient boys get bad rewards,” I heard him say.

My gaze immediately returned to the wall of the kitchen.

The next second, he was right behind me. Before I could breathe, I felt something cold right against my asshole. My knees jerked from the stimulation. My head fell back. I let out a shaky moan.

“You like ice in your ass?” He asked. His voice was filled with amusement. “You exceed my expectations all the time, Elias.”

I didn't even know I liked that. Yes I didn't. Not until he started to rub the ice against my hole. My eyes closed. Delight rushed through me. Then he slowly began to slide it in and out of me like a dildo. His actions made me cry out from the pleasure.

“Such a pretty moaner.” He whispered softly while my legs turned to jelly and my voice was hoarse.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt something hit my butt cheeks with a harsh spank, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My mouth fell open. I gripped the stack for support. I turned just slightly to see that he had a riding crop in his hands.

“Go on, count till twenty for me. Only then will I stop spanking you with this.” He ordered, still rubbing my hole with the ice as the flat object hit my ass again.

“F-fuck— one…” Spank. “Two…” I felt it come down on my ass twice in that second. I was sure only the colour red would be everywhere on my butt.

“Nineteen…” I cried out as cold water dripped in and out of my hole while the crop came down on my ass with a spank that made all my blood flow south at once.

“Twenty.” He whispered to me, pulling away, and I collapsed to the ground, unable to feel my shaky legs. “Do you still want to quit, pretty boy?” He asked.

I was unable to make a complete sentence even though I opened my mouth to speak so I shook my head. But the next second, he was pulling me up as he yanked the tie from my neck and held me with my hands behind my back.

“You're not leaving. Or quitting. You don't have a say anymore. You are all mine.” He groaned deeply while he tied up my hands behind my back.

And then, he bent me over.

But I liked it. I wanted it even.

What did this mean now?

Does this mean I was stuck with him forever? Even with his wife around?