I swallow, working my tongue around my mouth.“You.”
Dragging his belt-wrapped fist down my body, he stopsat the top of my pussy.The bite of the prong cutsinto me again.I fist my hands, trying not to move.
“Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You.”
Again, he carves his initials into my skin.
Turning his hand over, he trailshis fingers between my lips.The leather belt movesroughlyovermy skin, chaffing my thighs.Holding my gaze, he moveshis hand harder.Faster.Punishing me.
“Colour?”he demands.
“Green,” I gasp, finding pleasure in the pain,inthe way he’swatching me.How he’sstudying me to make sure I’mokay.
My hips begin to move with him.My eyesgrowhooded.Removing his hand, heleavesme panting.
“Bad girls don’t get to come, do they?”he asks.
Ishakemy head.
“And have you been a bad girl?”He uncoilsthe belt.As it dropsto the floor, I nod.
Raising it, he whipsit across my breasts.
I scream and jerk against my binds.The beam creaksabove me.My eyes water.My chestrisesandfallsrapidly, and even that hurts.
“Colour?”
“Yellow.”
He smiles.Leaning in, he kissesme as if he lovesme.His tongue strokesinside my mouth, making me pant.His lips rub against mine, making me wet.Desperate.
“You’ve done so well, my queen,”my kingsaysas he pullsaway.“Are you ready to stop being a bad girl?”
I nod, my eyes fastened on his.
“Then pick a number.”
My breath escapeson a whimper.Our time in the tunnelfeelslikeforeverago.A time before hewaspoisoned.Before what we started to havewasripped apart.Before the pain in his eyeswasput there because of me.
“Seventeen,” I breathe.
He studiesme for a moment, as if he’s notcertainif he should continue.
“Seventeen,” Isayagain, needing this new beginning for us.
His jaw ticks.Nodding sharply, he raisesthe belt.My eyes widen as hewhipsit across my chest.I jerk out of instinct, but itdoesn’thurt anywhere near as badlyas the previous one.
“Count them,” hesays.
My voice shaking, Isay, “One.”
He raisesthe belt again.
Hissing in a breath, Isay, “Two.”
The third one makesme cry out.The fourth onemakesme scream.But he neverdoestoomany heavy ones in a row.Hehelpsme – helpsus get to sixteen,showing me that allIhaveto doistrust him.
