Page 132 of The Monster and the Masochist

Wrapping both hands around my throat this time, she squeezed, and I groaned, unintentionally rolling my hips up into her as my body reacted to the pain.

She let out one of her adorable little growls, and before I knew what was happening, she was kissing me.

Her lips slammed into mine, and she bit and sucked on my bloody and swollen bottom lip… hard.

I moaned again, my body immediately submitting to the overwhelming feelings of euphoria and peace that always came with this kind of pain.

The second her tongue slipped into my mouth, my brain went fully offline, and I went limp beneath her.

I was drowning in her own personal brand of violence and vanilla. She squeezed the breath out of my lungs, only so she could steal it for herself through the hot clasp of her mouth…

Time stood still and for one blinding moment of clarity… I thought… This might be a really nice way to die.

“Mmm…Cass…” I hissed as her tongue continued to stroke me into submission. She made a possessive, rumbly sound in response, and it made my skin sheet from head to toe with goosebumps.

Just when I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, she let me go, and I gasped, only to groan again as she slid her hands up into my hair to grip me by the roots.

I shivered as her fingernails scraped against my scalp, and she held me still beneath her, panting above me as if she were seconds away from completely losing her shit.

“I told you what would happen if you tried to leave, Theodora,” she hissed. “You said you understood. Were you lying?”

Her eyes were still completely dilated, and I couldn’t tell which version of her I was talking to anymore. My mouth opened and closed twice, but no sound came out.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you were lying,” she growled. “You seem to lie to us a lot.”

When it became clear I wasn’t going to be able to answer, she let out another frustrated snarl before turning her head and sinking her teeth deep into the side of my neck.

“FUCK!” I barked as my body arched into the pain. My hands instinctively found her hips, and I jerked her more firmly into me, hoping to encourage her to bite me harder.

More.

Hurt me more.

Hurt me harder.

I deserve it.

I need it.

Please, please, please…

As if she could hear the silent words in my head, she released me and grabbed my bruised jaw before aggressively forcing me to face her again.

“ANSWER US WHEN WE SPEAK TO YOU!”

Shaking with a very confusing mix of shock and arousal, I swallowed, doing everything I could to force my concussed and subbed-out brain to form coherent sentences.

“I-I- thought… I thought this was what you would want.”

She paused briefly, and I licked my lips, doing my best to stay very, very still.

“You thought we–You thought I wanted you to leave?”

I frowned, instinctively knowing now was not the time to ask why she kept flipping back and forth between singular and plural pronouns when referring to herself.

“ANSWER!” she snarled again, digging her claws into the bruises on my cheeks.

I nodded as much as I could.