Except my forever and his were never meant to cross path. I had to make amends. To fix what I’d broken, what I’d failed to protect. Even if I could no longer save myself, I had to save my sister.
You gotta stop taking care of me and start living your own life.
“I can’t,” I murmured against his breathtaking lips.
He drew back, but he let his lips rest on mine still. “We shall see.” He ripped away from me and went to the dresser he got the cuffs from. His hand dove in one of the drawers as he spun. My whole body tingled with anticipation and fear as he was about to keep is dark promises of hurting me.
When he returned, he was holding a white and blue wand, the kind that came with a clit massager and some sort of stand for it. I blinked. Hard. “I…I thought you said you were gonna hurt me.”
He just knelt in front of me and looked up at my naked pussy, long enough to make me sweat, and then he centered the stand and wand right underneath me. After that, he dragged one of the Tally Ho chairs and placed it behind me.
“What are you gonna do with these?” This setting looked harmless, but I had a feeling he had something horrible in mind. I wanted to prepare for the worst, but I had no idea what the worst was, and that terrified me even more.
Ignoring me again, he walked to the shelves. He ran his fingers along the handles of a set of shiny knives, and my heart sank. Cold sweat covering my body, I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry.
The sound of a blade slicing the air sent a shiver down my spine. When he sauntered back toward me, the blade shining in his hand like the hungry glow in his savage eyes, my head swam with vertigo.
“Do exactly as I say, and I promise in the end, you’re gonna thank me for it,” he said.
Thank him for cutting me, for torturing me? I swore in a hiss.
He uttered a warning sound and slapped my butt. “None of that, naughty girl. Time to learn how to be good for your Dom.”
The smack set my body alert after I was feeling as if I was going to pass out. I followed him with my stare until he settled behind me. Standing where I couldn’t see him intensified my fear. Even his breath that fell loud and hot on me felt like a threat.
He did that thing when he took a deep whiff at my skin like an animal sniffing at its mate…or prey. It seemed, to him, I was both. Then he spanked me. I wasn’t sure why, but the combination hardened my nipples to the point of pain.
He did it again. Whiff. Spank. Whiff. Spank. Until my ass burned…and my pussy dampened.
Abruptly, something sharp and cold pricked my chest. With a gasp, I looked down at the tip of the knife he was using on my body. “No. Please.”
“No begging.” He moved the knife down along the curves of my body without pricking my skin, and I froze. So cold, so afraid, so…fucking wet. What was this shit? Why was I aroused by fear? He stopped the blade at my thigh and moved it to my butt cheek. “Not now.”
My heart skipped a beat. He wanted me to beg later. He’d make me beg later when he’d do something more frightening to me. “Hey…shouldn’t we have like a safeword or something?”
A brutal laugh streamed out of his mouth. “I’m no Christian or Massimo,baby girl.” He cupped my ass and squeezed hard. “You’re not my submissive, you’re my captive, and I don’t want you to teach me how to be gentle for you. I’ll do to you anything I want, and you’ll have to take it. All of it.”
I moaned, now preparing for the worst. He was going to rape me. There was no doubt about it. He was going to take the only virginity I had left like he promised before. He was going to fuck me in the ass, and he was going to make it hurt even more with that knife. And I’d have to take it all because, as I stupidly insisted, I was his captive.
If I’d played the wife role and pretended to submit to his desires, would things have been different? Would he have treated me like a queen like he’d said? Would he have forgiven me and waited like he’d intended to the night we had our first kiss?
To numb my sickening dread, I told myself no. Dom was a monster after all. I could be lying to myself. There was no way of knowing for sure now. But that was what I chose to believe. To survive.
Dom’s fingers moved across my butt and parted me open. I clenched my buttocks reflexively. “No. No!”
He held me still and slid what felt to be his pinky into my hole. I clenched again, gasping wild.
“Don’t. If you relax, it won’t hurt,” he said.
“I can’t… I’ve never done this before. It feels…intrusive.”
“It’s just one little finger. You can take it.” He circled his finger around the rim, which shockingly felt good. “C’mon now. Don’t make me use my knife.”
Fuck. I did my best to stop clenching the muscles in my ass. The second I eased up a bit, the top of his finger slithered inside me. “So tight,” he groaned.
He repeated the circular moves, and I bit my lip, getting wetter by the second, my ass opening up for him. Then he inched deeper through my asshole. After a few times, he managed to slide what seemed to be a knuckle. “Brava. Now, be a good girl and ride that toy for me.”
My pussy throbbed at the thought. “You want me to ride the wand?”
