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He was going to hurt me, get me off, andhewas going to get off doing it.
It just wasn’t the same.
Iwas the helpless one here, not him. He wasn’t going to resent me for the joy his orgasm brought him.Fuck.
I gritted my teeth as I heard the door at the top of the stairs open and close again. I remembered what he’d said. I was supposed to be on my knees.
Part of me wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t greet him from my place on the floor. But a bigger part of me wanted to comply. Both to see what came next and, in a weird way, to get it all over with as fast as possible.
Since it was clear this wasn’t going to work for me—I was still going to need Kyle or someone like him—this was just going to be a fucked-up orgasm dressed in some pretty nice pain.
Let’s do it,I encouraged myself.Get hurt, get off, get out.
On my knees, I didn’t feel godlike or powerful like I did with Kyle. Not with the concrete coldly digging into my knobby joints, and the air in the room feeling still and oppressive on my skin.
As I waited to hear his footsteps descending, the silence pushed into me. It was a relief when Luke came into view, wearing just his jeans. He was shirtless, barefoot, and hard. I could see the outline ofhis cock pushing against his zipper. His lips drew into a curved line when he saw me waiting on my knees like he’d asked.
He looked fucking smug.
Hatred rose. It burned in my heart. This asshole was going to hurt me, and I was going tolethim, and heknewthat I’d come from it. He knewhe’dcome from it too. He was far too fucking sure. This must be how Kyle felt. No wonder he hated me so much.
I shifted from knee to knee, considering what to do. I could run. I could leave. I could just say the safe word and get the hell out of here. I could, but…I wouldn’t.
Because while this wasn’t going to be what I needed, I found I still wanted it. I wanted to hurt. I wanted to endure. I wanted to prove to Luke that he couldn’t break me, or make me his pet submissive, or be what I needed.
I had to show him he was wrong.
They were all wrong.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Luke asked, reaching out to slide a hand over my hair and down my jawline to tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Yes,” I bit out.
“Tell me.”
“I’m here to get hurt.”
His lips twitched like what I said pleased him. I gritted my teeth. I didn’twantto please him.
“Yes, but what else?”
I slid my gaze away, but he jerked my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
I whispered, “I don’t know.”
What did he want me to say? What did he need me to confess? It didn’t matter. This wasn’t about him.
I pushed a hard shell of emotional armor to the surface of my skin, lifted my chin, and spoke with confidence. “I mean, I don’tknow,Sir.”
“Good. Remember you can call me Sir, Master, or, if you’re feeling especially needy, Daddy.”
Daddy.I closed my eyes against the nausea that rose up, and I fought the always-ready memory of my father on my back. I let out a shaky breath. I was here with Luke. Nowhere else. I’d agreed to this. I was safe.
Far too fucking safe, in fact.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And I’ll call you Mitchell.”
