Page 7 of My Bloody Valentine

The temptation is almost too much. I wrench myself away before puncturing her skin. What the hell is wrong with me? Not even Lissa tempted me this much.

“No,” she eventually cries out, her words and emotions at war with each other.

I can feel the battle waging inside her, and all it does is make me even hungrier. “In that case, while we’re in this room, I am in command over your body. Any pleasure you receive will be at my discretion. You will beg, oh God, how you will beg.”

At my words, she turns, her eyes just a bit glassy. Nowhere near subspace, but it’s a good start. Still, however, there’s a thread of defiance that winds around her, keeping her body rigid, ramrod as she looks me up and down.

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

A dark chuckle vibrates my throat as I step toward her. She inches back, her eyes large, voluminous, fathomless. Her pupils widen as a thread of fear wafts from her. We play this game of cat and mouse where each step back is met with a step of my own.

Eventually, her back presses against one of the many spanking benches in the room, halting her progress. Taking full advantage, I reach forward and curl my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse pound against my palm. It’s wild, erratic, like a small bird trapped beneath my unflinching grasp.

“In this room, I own you. But don’t worry, I’ll let you have your choice. You can stay with me and submit. Or,” I pause, my gaze flitting about her face. “If you’d rather drown your sorrows with expensive alcohol, I can let you leave. But know this, if you choose to leave, I’m not taking you back.”

She looks around the room, her eyes dancing about, barely landing on each piece of kinky furniture. Despite the fear that thrums through her, there’s a hint of arousal, a piquant tendril of longing that drifts from her, making my mouth water. Even though she glances behind me at the door, I know she won’t leave. She’s too curious, too invested.

“Will you hurt me?”

“You cannot even imagine the things I plan to do to you in this room. And yes, hurting you will be part of it. But trust me, you’ll like it and beg for more.”

“H- How do you know? You know nothing about me.”

“I know enough. Now, it’s time to make your decision. Will you submit to me, or do we call this whole thing off? I have no problem taking you back upstairs where it’s safe.”

CHAPTER 5

Candice

Safe. The word echoes through my mind, burrowing deep inside me. The way he says it makes it sound like a curse word or something even worse. I don’t want to be safe. Safe led me to this whole situation in the first place.

Shaking my head, my vision swims as his fingers tighten just a bit more. It’s not enough to rob me of air, but it’s enough to make me both uneasy and incredibly aroused.

“I want your words.”

“I don’t want to be safe,” I gulp, my throat working against the steel of his grip. “I want to feel. I want-.”

He shuts me up by slanting his mouth over mine, sealing my words with a kiss. “I know what you want,” he murmurs against me.

My lips throb as he pulls away. Already I miss the sensation. Dragging my fingers up, I graze the tender flesh, my body humming with need. Arousal gathers at my pussy, driving me mad. I’ve never gotten this wet for Grant before.

And yet, all this stranger has to do is speak to me in low, commanding tones, and I’m so wet I’m sure I’ve soaked through my panties. The stranger pulls away from me, and I lean forward, not wanting to break contact, but soon, he goes to lock the door, sealing me inside with him.

“Kneel.”

There’s something in his tone, something about the way he speaks to me that makes my body instantly respond. Before I can stop myself, I sink down, not giving a rat’s ass that it’s crumpling my dress. He could tear it from my body for all I care. And honestly, in that instant, it’s just what I want him to do.

I want him to rip the last vestiges of this sham of a marriage away from me, stripping me bare. I want to feel the stiff fabric abrade my flesh as he rips it to shreds from my body. So many things I desire and crave, yet many I don’t even have words for.

It hurts inside. Like a pressure deep in my skull. So many voices shout at me, demanding I run away, to get back to safety. And yet, the same amount or more scream at me to stay and see what happens.

Besides, with the way my heart hurts right now, death would be welcomed. It’s not as if I have the desire to no longer live. It’s not that. But a respite from the pain, whichever form it takes, would be received with open arms.

My thighs burn as I lean back, reclining on my calves as I wait for his next command. But it never comes. He simply stares at me with hooded eyes, watching my moves like a cat stalking a mouse.

Prey. Pure and simple. It’s what the voices keep chanting. And yet, I can’t bring myself to get up and run. I can’t make myself move. I’m stuck there, my breath catching in my chest.

“Good girl,” he finally says, stepping closer to me. “You might make a decent submissive after all.” My body warms at his words, driving away the chill wrapping around my heart. “What is your name?”