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Every moment I spent in her company, my soul tore down the middle. The hero inside me wanted to do absolutely everything he could to deserve and protect her. But the villain? Fuck, he wanted to break her, ruin her, and keep her chained in the very same hell she’d forced me to rule.
The closer we got to the stage, the more my heart forgot how to beat.
Everyone watched us.
Everyone saw.
I thought I’d been sly with Victor. Thought I could play a part I’d always felt but never accepted. Turned out, he knew me better than myself.
All I had was her.
All I wanted was her.
And the novelty of finally finding someone who could make me feel something other than loneliness made it impossible to motherfucking breathe.
Ily didn’t say a word as I led her crawling up the short steps to the stage.
The spotlight seemed too bright.
Booze lodged like a boulder in my gut.
I was sober as a priest, despite my lack of food.
My breath came fast as I looked over the sea of tables and Masters.
The back of my neck prickled with far too many eyes.
Was this what stage fright felt like?
Would I even be able to perform?
Adjusting my hard-on, I tested my sensitivity.
I almost folded in half at the barest squeeze.
At least I’d be quick.
Ily wouldn’t have to tolerate me for long, seeing as I could barely fucking see straight with need.
Tugging on the leash to stop her, she sucked in the faintest inhale.
I thought I was the cause until I looked down and noticed what she focused on.
A translucent spot on the black fabric floor.
Cum.
It’s cum.
Peter’s cum from fucking the slave he’d been commanded to role-play with.
Was it funny that both acts tonight would be complete fabrications or just tragic?
Even in a fortress that claimed freedom beat at its very heart, all I could hear were chains.
“Flog her, mate!” someone yelled.
“Stretch her with a dildo!”
