I stagger back, aghast.“Hold on a fucking second.I gave you my heart, Midnight.Literally and figuratively.I gave you the power to save yourself.”
She flings her hands up in the air.“No, you gave me something I don’t even know how to control, let alone use effectively.And second and more importantly, that doesn’t negate Ignatius’s deal.And that’s besides the fucking point.I didn’t want your power, I wanted you.”
I scoff at her.“How did you expect me to be yours when I was always going to be tied to Ignatius?I needed to be free.”
She marches up to me, grips my chin and wrenches me around to face her.
“At the expense of me?My heart?I thought I killed you, for fucksake.How could you do that to me?”She’s snarling, and I know that she needs relief.To feel like she’s punished me for what I’ve done.And perhaps that is what I need too.
To feel like I’ve paid for my sins.
“Because I’m a bad girl…” I let that linger in the air, loving the way her teeth grind and the veins in her neck thicken.She cricks her neck.
But it seems my words have power and are filtering through.Her eyes shift first.
From ice and fury to molten and burning.
“You fucked me, made me fall for you and then you broke me,” she says.
I lower myself to my knees, “So punish me, Daddy…”
“This isn’t the way we fix things…” she growls.
“Maybe not, but it will make us both feel better, and then maybe we can talk,” I say as her fingers are already looping around my hair and pulling it tight.
We’re both too far gone.In too much pain not to see this through.She needs it as much as I do.
“Make it hurt,” I say.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean…” But her eyes glower and I’m already soaked, my thighs sticking together beneath my robes.I want the pain.Need to believe this is real, that I’m here, with her.That we have another chance.
“Make.It.Hurt,” I say.Every word more pointed than the last.
She clenches her jaw.“I can’t check in with you.Not this time.I’m going to take what I want from you.Give you whatever the fuck I desire.Do you hear me?”
I nod, licking my lips.
“I mean it, Lucy.You can scream and cry stop, but there’s no safe words tonight,” she says, locking her hand in tight against my head.“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Her hand stiffens.“This is your last warning… Are you sure you want this?”
This time, it’s my expression that hardens.“And I said, make.It.Hurt.Midnight.”I say her name like a threat.A promise that I want what she’s about to give no matter what.
She drags me across the room.I scuffle my feet to keep up, lost in the tingle and heat of my hair being pulled when I can’t keep pace.It’s a cocktail of pain and pleasure rippling from scalp to toes as I relinquish control to her.
She drops me at the foot of the sofa and disappears into my bedroom, bringing back an armful of toys and devices.
“Strip,” she demands.
I do as she says and pull the robe off my body.
“Shower, now.”Her words are flat, void of any emotion.The first beat of adrenaline tickles my gut.My heart runs a little faster, my runes flare a little brighter.
I flick the shower on, step inside and douse my skin in soap.Midnight walks in a few moments later, naked, wearing nothing but hurt on her features.
It breaks me.
