CHAPTER SIX; OUR FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER.

Dalia's P.O.V

He grabs me and gets me off the bed. "What are you doing?" I am still in my wedding dress. "Stand there," he points to the mirror. 

I am afraid to see where he is going with this, but I am even more terrified of defying him. I stand in front of the mirror staring at the terror in my eyes. 

He walks behind me. I close my eyes when I feel him touching the back of my neck. His hands are cold and I get goosebumps. He slides his fingers slowly down my back, up to where the zip begins. 

He slowly unzips the dress. He reaches underneath the undone dress and wraps his hand around my waist. He pulls me back against his bare chest. He burries his face in my neck, and the dress slowly falls to the floor. 

"How could you be looking at another man on our wedding day?" he whispers in my ear. I open my eyes and try moving away from him. He tightens his grip on me. 

I look at the mirror. His face is still burried in my neck and all I can see is his black hair. "I-I was not," I mutter, beneath my breath. 

He lifts his face and stares at mine in the mirror. I try to maintain the eye contact for as long as I can. His eyes are so intense and I let my eyes fall to the dark floors beneath me. 

He spins me around. "How many times have you lied to me Dalia?" he sounds offended rather than hurt. "I am not lying," I am stubborn. But I also can't tell him the truth about Hansel. 

"By the time I am through with you, you will have told me everything," he releases me and walks to the other side of the room. 

"Come here," he calls me to where he is. I step over the wedding dress and timidly walk over to him. He eyes me from head to my bare feet. 

I am only in lingerie. "Take them off," he is looking at me as I slowly unclasp my bra and drop my panties. "Kneel," his eyes are like a pitch black pit with nothing in them but darkness. I lower myself in front of him. 

He looks down at me like I am his pet. I hate this feeling. It is demeaning and embarrassing. He is leaning on a wall full of BDSM equipment hanging from it. 

He takes a leather whip. He is not going to go through with it, right? He is just threatening me so I can tell him the thruth. There is no way he will go through with it.

He raises the whip to his full length and bring it down across my breasts. I flinch in pain and disbelief. He really hit me. 

He hits me again, this time a little more forcefully. I see his eyes light up. He is enjoying this. I bring my hands up and cover my breast. 

A seriousness takes over his face. I expect him to negotiate with me, but he walks away. He comes back shortly carrying a pair of black furry handcuffs.  

He takes both my hands forcefully and bring them around my back. He cuffs my hands behind me. He then takes a pair of breast clamps. 

"Okay, you win I will tell you the truth," I am now the one negotiating. He acts like I haven't spoken. He tightens them around my nipples. It is not as bad as I expected it to be. 

Seeing this, he tightens it until I let out a small scream. That is when his face curves into a small smile. He takes the tug between them and pull. This time I scream for real. 

I have never done anything like this before. "I knew him before we met," he stops and stares at me. "I swear I knew him long before we bet," my eyes are stinging with tears I won't let fall. 

He nods, and waits for more. "That's it, I promise," I have nothing left to say. But it is not all he wanted to hear. 

He pulls the breast clamp this time more strongly then suddenly lets it go. I am left with a lingering pain, even after he unclamps it. 

He bends down infront of me. He runs his fingers around my sore nipples. His face is so close to mine. I can't stop myself. I lean forward and dig deep into his neck. 

He tries pushing me away, but I won't let go. I sink my teeth deeper. He eventually overpowers me and pushes me away to the floor. I go down, but just as I am about hit the floor he moves quickly and manages to hit the floor first. He puts his hand below my head, breaking my fall. 

I am clenching my eyes shut, afraid of what he is about to do to me. He suddenly burst into laughter. I slowly open my eyes and look at my side where he is lying. 

He is laughing, but I am not sure what to make of it. 

"I am going to have so much fun with you," I am now looking at him shocked. What the hell is going through his mind?

I am not sorry I bit him. He hit me first. But I am scared of what he can do to me. "I am sorry," I whisper. He stops laughing. "Why? It is the first time since we've met that you have actually done what you really want to," he is right. 

I have been holding my feelings back, but then I just lost control. 

"I liked that, show me your worst because trust me that is all you're ever gonna get from me," he says, sitting up. 

I am still cuffed, naked and on the floor. I can't get up on my own. 

"Can you help me up?" I look up at him. He smirks, "ask me nicely." 

I give him a glare but add a fake smile on it. "Please, can you help me up?" I ask as nicely as I can. He nods, "good, now use my name." I breathe in and remind myself he is the only one who can help me out of this degrading position. 

"Mr. Baker, please can you help me up?" he nods. He bends down in front of me. I can see the teeth mark of where I just bit him. I feel a sense of achievement. 

At least we both hurt each other. 

He lifts me and throws me on the bed. He starts walking away. "You forgot to uncuff me," I shout, wiggling on the bed. "I did not forget. I am not done with you yet," he says. 

He comes back holding a blindfold on one hand and an electro stimulator on another hand. "No," I start moving away as he gets closer. 

He gets to me and make me kneel on the bed. He is behind me, he runs the blindfold across my eyes. 

I hear the buzzing and my hearts starts racing. "Please," I am not sure if he is even listening to me. I feel the cold metal on my thigh just before the shock that goes through my entire body and makes me shudder. 

I fall on the other side of the bed. "I don't love him anymore. I am all yours, I promise, Mr. Baker." I cannot take it any more. 

He says nothing, I am not sure if he is even in the room anymore. Then I hear the buzzing stops. We are done. He is done, for tonight he is done. 

He grabs me by my ankle and pulls me towards him. He is running his fingers on where he just burnt me. I cannot see it, but I am sure he is smiling. 

I tense up when he moves his hand between my legs. He lingers just for a bit around my pussy. I wait for him to do something else but he takes his hand away.  

He holds me by my waist and makes me sit up. He uncuffs me. I wait for him to take off the blindfold but he doesn't. He comes close, that I can actually feel him breathing. "If it was that bad, then why are you wet?" He asks, I bite my lip in embarrassment. 

When I finally get off the blindfold, I am alone in the room.