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I shift, ignoring her on purpose.

She lets it go, moving around behind me.

I try to stifle my growl. Is she just going to allow blatant disobedience? Does she not realize this is how people get overthrown?

A nagging thought in my brain asks, like Roadrunner?

Hot hands smooth down my back, and I jump.

“Don’t move.” The hands turn less kind, nails digging into my skin. The bite of pain allows me to focus, and I let loose a breath of relief. But then she releases, tickling down my back in light brushes. It’s not enough, and I’m cold, and the floor is uncomfortable.

“Go fuck yourself.” I shift, adjusting so my knees get more blood flow. There’s a stunned silence that stretches on for heartbeat after heartbeat. Then, I make a low, irritated growl.

That does it. Velvet steps around me, crouching down so she’s eye level with me and gripping my chin in her long-nailed fingers. She stares intently at me, those blue eyes evaluating what I want.

I snarl. I want what I always want. I want her to take away the doubts. The questions. The million trains of thought. The paranoia.

The control.

Just for a moment.

Finally, Velvet obliges. She lets go of my face and smacks it, albeit lightly, then orders me to lie on my back. She then proceeds to step on me with her heels. It hurts like a bitch, but finally, finally, I stop feeling. Occasionally, she gets too soft, touching me in a way that damn near feels like a caress, and then the feelings start creeping back in. But I just close my eyes and dig my nails into my skin, reveling in the bite of pain. I need it. I need the pain just as much as I need the control. Almost more.

It’s the only time I stop thinking. Stop remembering. And I’m almost there, but I want more. I want to be pushed to give up control, and then I want the thrill. I want her to do things to me that other people think you shouldn’t do. I want her to hurt me when I can’t do anything about it. I want her to piss on me when I’m begging her not to. I want her to put things in me where things shouldn’t go.

I want to be made to feel.

But, she doesn't. She sticks to walking on me—and only the large muscle masses. It pisses me off so much that I don’t even want to come anymore. I have to use my imagination to try to get anywhere close to getting off, and as I try, it’s not working. I get more and more annoyed, jerking my dick roughly, and that’s still not doing it. Then I roll away from her. “We’re done here.”

“Huh?” Velvet seems surprised.

“I’m done.” I’m angry. I just want her out so I can get myself off in the way I know how. And I don’t want her to see. I may be paying her a large amount of money to keep her mouth shut, but there are certain things I can’t have slipping to the people under me.

Velvet meanders, taking far too long to get ready and get out. I snap my glare at her. “What are you doing?”

She moves to the bathroom. “Getting our shower ready, just like you asked before.”

I frown. Since when have I ever showered with her?

“Get out,” I snap.

Velvet comes back from the bathroom, throwing me a confused look. “Huh?”

Her confusion is making the anxiety hum even more, and I can feel my hard-on fading. “Get out.” Standing to my full height, I snatch up my clothes. She’s acting off and has the audacity to make it seem like I’m the weird one? And after she left me hanging?

Velvet’s eyes narrow, but she wisely obeys, grabbing her things and slipping out the door.

Quickly, I get up, shutting the shower off in disgust. I’m barely in the mood, but the simmering hum of anxiety won’t let me go, and I need something.

I go to my bag to grab my items, then check around the room to make sure no one’s watching. Which is stupid, because it’s my room. Still, I take the items back to the bathroom, pulling my dick out. My dick is soft, the pressure feeling like it’s pressing down on my back.

I remember the feeling of Velvet’s shoes on my body, the dirt still smeared on my shirt. My dick hardens enough for me to snap open my lube, slather my toy with it, and press it to my ass.

The bite of pain as I press the toy into my ass sends a thrill up my spine. I groan, pushing it in further as I jack myself off. The pain of what I’m doing goes straight to my head, making me float. I push it in until it’s as far as it’ll go, my ass adjusting to the feeling.

I don’t waste time—Velvet already did that—and find myself curling close to an orgasm. At the last second, I hold my finger over the tip of my dick, dampening my own orgasm with a groan.

I pack up quickly.