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But Kyle hadn’t called, hadn’t come by, hadn’t sought me out since he’d choked me into unconsciousness and left me for dead.
And now I was here with Luke in his dungeon, and he was going to torment me until I lost my mind.Hewas going to be the god, and I was going to be the plaything.
Fuck.
How was I supposed to get my power needs met when I was the one giving up control? When I was letting myself be used, and hurt, and brought to the brink of sanity by a guy who loved doing it?
Not that I wasn’t excited about our night ahead. I’d had to fight the urge to jerk off all day just thinking about what Luke might do to me. But there were different kinds of needs in this world. I loved being punished for being a bad person, but I also loved being so almighty and formidable that I was elevated to a status beyond good and bad, beyond morality.
That I became pure, blinding power.
“Did you hear me?”
I snapped back to the present. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
Luke tilted his head. “Are you with me now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pondered me, his brow furrowed. “Are you in this with me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He nodded. “All right. The scene begins now. Our safe word is poodle.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Luke snarled, grabbing hold of my hair and tugging hard enough that stars burst in my vision. “Clothes off.”
I undid the snap front of my short blue jean skirt, kicked away the material where it fell, and then started on the buttons of my loose, lacy blouse. I looked like a whore in this outfit, the kind that literally walked the streets, but it worked because Ifeltlike a whore turning up at Luke’s house to get beaten up and fucked. I didn’t know what he thought of the outfit, but I knew Kyle would have lost his mind over it. He’d have beaten the shit out of me and then fucked me into oblivion.
“Pick it all up,” Luke said, releasing my hair and motioning at the clothes. “Go down the stairs. Put them on the chair. Wait on your knees.”
I smirked. “And if I don’t?”
Luke’s smirk outdid my own. Slowly, he reached out and took hold of my balls, squeezing them until I broke into a sweat. I held onto his arms for balance. Panting, nausea rolled in my gut. “Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”
Luke released me, made sure I could stand on my own, and then opened the basement door. He stood aside, waiting with his arms crossed over his t-shirt, his bare feet wide apart and his jeans hugging his already hard package.
The basement was the same as when I last saw it, except he’d changed the sheets on the bed. They were now a royal red, and the white comforter lay folded on one corner.
I set the clothes on the chair just as I had last time and carefully knelt, my knees digging into the coarse concrete, and my balls still twinging from the rough handling upstairs. The sweat that had burst out on my skin was drying now, leaving me shaky and a littlecold.
The lights went out.
I held very still.
A flashlight beam came down the stairs, and then Luke descended after it, his jeans still on, but bare-chested. His swooping blond hair danced around his face and the shadows bounced off the walls. He crossed to a lamp and turned it on, put the flashlight down next to it, and then faced me. The low glow made the room shadowy and soft, mysterious in a way.
“Slut, open your mouth.”
I did. My cock, which had been half-hard, grew fully erect.
Luke crossed to me. The lamp backlit him so I couldn’t see his face well in the low light of the room. When he reached me, he shoved his fingers into my throat. I gagged and tears sprang to my eyes. Wrenching my head back, I jerked away from his probing.
“What the fuck?” I spit out, the back of my throat aching from his touch there.
The slap on my cheek rocked my head to the side and the tears that had gathered from the gagging spilled over. Holy shit, he wasn’t being gentle or pussyfooting around tonight. He was going for cruelty, and suddenly I wasn’t sure I could handle it.
