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“Focus on me, little sunflower. Remember who your sun is.”
My head drops, my gaze crossing his.
“I get it,” I say calmly. “Not allowed to fight back. I’m fucking stuck with you.”
“No. That was my warning before you pressed that trigger. Now that I know there’s no making you listen, we’re taking this up a notch.”
I shake my head, keeping a semblance of dignity in a position that will leave me with none. “We’re not taking it up a notch.”
“Says the girl hanging from my ceiling. Until you learn there is no escaping me, you will be punished.” He speaks in such a casual tone, it’s eerie.
As he walks behind me, I sense him picking up something. There are already goosebumps rising on my skin when he reappears in my line of vision.
“Fuck no.” It doesn’t matter how much I try to keep my voice level, the reflex of pulling at the cuffs shows my despair. “You’re not touching me with that.”
“This?” He raises the crop he’s holding. A fucking crop. “My little sunflower, you better get used to it. A masochist like you is bound to fall in love with it.”
I pull harder at the cuffs. That’s until I feel the leather tongue slap the side of my thigh. It doesn’t hurt that much. I’m still dressed after all, and he didn’t put that much strength into it, but the gasp comes from the shock that he dared use it. As if there was any doubt he would.
“You fucking—” He hits me again, harder this time.
“Listen to me closely, Kayla. You do not talk anymore unless I ask you a direct question or give you an order. I don’t want to hear anything from your mouth apart from the cries of pain and begging. Is that clear?”
When all I give him is a deadly look, I get another hit in the exact same spot that stings noticeably more than the first two.
“I said, is that clear?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Good. Open your mouth.”
“Wh—” Swoosh. “Fuck!” Four times in the same spot is starting to burn like hell. And I’m pretty sure he hits harder every time.
“Open your mouth.”
He’s not happy with my first attempt at parting my lips, and he hits me again. “Wider.”
When I do, he puts the handle of the crop in my mouth horizontally. “Bite.”
And I do because there’s absolutely nothing else I can do but obey.
“Mm, look at you. What an obedient little wife.”
I cringe at the word wife, hating the sound of it as it comes out of his mouth with such ownership. It enhances my helplessness.
“Don’t drop it, little sunflower, or I’ll have to double your punishment.”
Now that his hands are free, he traces the cups of my corset with his knuckles. I try not to tremble from his touch but fail miserably.
His eyes stay on me when he undoes the front clasps one at a time. I’m biting the crop so tight it should snap in two. Nate is keeping me prisoner in so many ways it’s becoming overwhelming.
A wedding, a house I can’t escape, cuffs around my wrists…and his eyes. His gorgeous eyes, dark like a summer night. Not black, not blue, a midnight color that promises nightmares and dreams. Monsters and heroes. Pain and pleasure.
My corset falls to the floor, my boobs lowering into place. He takes his time exploring them, rubbing his thumb over each nipple until they stand to attention.
“I’m going to punish these tits until you beg me to stop, little sunflower.”
Struggling to breathe through my nose, a twisted fear flutters in my stomach. I squeeze my eyes shut when I feel myself getting wet.
