Chapter Twenty-Nine

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Heath’s Mercedes pulled up out front of Aislen’s house, and she hesitated, her hand on the door handle, before sighing and opening the door. He walked around the car and opened the passenger side door with an air of impatience. She clutched her bag on her shoulder with both hands and lowered her chin to her chest, hurrying across the grass towards the car, but not before seeing the curtains twitch as her mother looked out.

What would her mother make of Heath picking her up instead of Rhett?

When she went to slide past Heath, he caught her by the throat, cupping her jaw, his grip firm enough to let her know that he wouldn’t tolerate a fight, but not hard enough to hurt her. He lifted her face and kissed her, his tongue stroking into her mouth, not allowing her to keep the kiss chaste, deliberately angling to ensure that her mother saw.

He released her, and his wolf was in his eyes. “Get in the car,” he said, his voice dark.

She knew that her cheeks were flushed. Her heart was racing in her chest and her breathing was constricted. She slid into the car, and he closed the door behind her. She watched as he rounded the car and sat in the driver’s seat. He started the car.

“Remove your underwear. In the glove box,” he said as he began to reverse, “you will find an egg vibrator and a chastity belt. It goes on like underwear.”

Her jaw dropped. “Heath…” She protested.

“Insert the vibrator and tighten the belts until there is no chance of it coming loose. You may then put your underwear back on.”

“Heath…” She whispered. “I can’t…”

“Do it, Aislen, or I will pull over and do it for you in front of anyone passing by.”

She reached forward for the glove compartment and stared at the object before. “Heath…” She pleaded.

He indicated and pulled over to the side of the road. A muscle ticked in the corner of his jaw.

“I can’t just put that inside of me…” She continued. “I’ve never used something like that… I don’t know how to even begin.”

“Think of Rhett and I’m sure you’ll be fine,” he replied grimly. “If I turn off the car engine, Aislen…” He threatened.

She wriggled her underwear off and pulled the vibrator out of the glove compartment. It was black and shaped a little like an egg, with a looped cord attached to it. It felt lewd just to hold it in her hands.

She worked out the chastity belt. It was how Heath had described, like pulling on underwear, with a strap like a g-string connected to a belt that went around her waist. Both were adjustable by buckle. Most disturbingly, there was a chain with a padlock that would prevent the removal of the device once it was buckled in place.

“We will be late to class,” he observed.

She was panting with stress, and yet, somewhere behind the panicked embarrassment and resentment… she was turned on.

She wondered what was wrong with her that Heath being an arsehole could turn her on so much, even as she ground her teeth in resentment and anger at his behaviour and his insistence at humiliating her. She scooted her hips forward and leaned back, trying to push the egg into her, her body unyielding and the friction painful.

“I… I can’t,” she was on the verge of tears.

“Close your eyes,” he said. She looked at him, his knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his wolf shone in his eyes. “Close your eyes,” he repeated, his voice gruff. She closed her eyes. “It’s not a vibrator, it’s one of us,” he said softly. “Fuck it into and out of you as we would do, a bit at a time…”

She did as he said and felt it move.

“Good. Keep going. I’m fucking you, and I like to go deep,” he was barely whispering the words. “I like to be buried to my hilt within you, so that I can feel the point when I can go no deeper, and I’ll still seek to push against it, because there is no such thing as deep enough inside of you, Aislen. I want to go so deep that I know you feel me and know that it is me and that I am…” His voice broke.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. His face held that raw and vulnerable expression that she had seen when he had fucked her in the back of Cameron’s Ute… “Heath,” she breathed the word.

“It’s all the way in you now,” he swallowed. “Tighten the strap of the chastity belt, put the chain through the loops, and padlock it.”

She had to look down at the contraption in order to follow his directions. It was… frightening, lewd, and… erotic, she admitted to herself.

“Give me the key, and you can put your underwear back on,” he held out his hand. She placed the key on his palm and then reached down awkwardly, very aware of the non-giving object within her.

“Where do you… even get this sort of thing?” She demanded as she sat up.

“Online,” he replied taking something out of the collar of his shirt. She saw there was a device on a cord. He attached the key and then pressed the button. She cried out as the device within her began to vibrate. “Good,” he said, and the tension released from his jaw.

He put the car into gear and pulled out.

“Heath,” she squirmed on the seat. The vibration sound was discrete but audible. “I can’t go to school like this..." She told him breathlessly. “I can’t possibly… People will HEAR it. Not to mention, I can feel it inside of me, and how am I meant to use the toilet with this on…”

“I am hearing a lot of complaints,” he replied, as he pressed the device around his neck again, increasing the vibration. She arched in the seat. The vibration was enough to tease, but not give her an orgasm. “You will earn the key from me at recess and lunch, Aislen. I am sure that in between you can hold on if you must. If you annoy me, if you don’t do what I want at recess and lunch, I will turn on the vibrations during the next class whenever the inclination takes me.”

She glared at her lap, not quite daring to glare at him. “Why are you doing this to me?” She hissed. “Why are you always so mean?”

“I am not being mean,” he replied, as he pulled into the school car park. “You are the mean one, Aislen. I am making compromises, trying to work with what I’ve been given to work with, and believe me, it’s a frustrating and fucking hard job to try to teach you to…”

What he was teaching her to do went unsaid as Rhett and Cameron walked past with three girls that Aislen did not recognize. Rhett was laughing, and Cameron tugged on one of the girl’s braids playfully. Heath’s jaw clenched, the tension returning.

“Behave, Aislen,” he said. “Don’t let me down.” He turned off the vibration. “Today you will act every bit the loving girlfriend. You will hold my hand when we walk together. You will answer me back nicely. At recess, you will sit between my legs and devote your attention to me,” he said, his voice menacing. “But, most of all, you will keep your mouth shut, and your attitude to yourself. Do you understand?”

She stared at him in bafflement. Of all the demands he would make of her, that had never occurred to her. “That’s… that’s it?” She asked.

“Not that hard, is it?” He replied. “I will get your door.”

As he opened her car door, he reached in his hand. “Do we have an understanding?” He asked.

“Yes,” she eased out of the car, feeling the chafe of the chastity belt and the odd weight of the device within her.

She put her bag over her shoulder and took his hand. His thoughts tumbled through her, images of his parents, of other adults, snatches of conversation… “Prove it,” his father snarled in Heath’s memory.

They walked together, hand in hand, to the locker bays. At her locker, he released her hand and cupped her chin, lifting her face so that he could kiss her.

“Recess,” he murmured. “Don’t be late.”