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He tucks his nose under my ear and nibbles my neck, moving his teeth over my cheek back to my mouth. “What for?” he asks. “Don’t apologize without cause.”
Oh, goodie, another rule I’m bound to mess up. I bite down on my lip, shaking my head. “For being stupid, I think.”
Heat dances through his eyes, his hand clenching into a fist by my head. “That’s the last one.”
My chest tightens. “W-What?”
“Every time you refer to something of yours as stupid–a thought, a comment, an action, anything at all—you’ll earn a punishment. Each one will be worse than the next. So, I suggest you stop, unless you’re far more into negative reinforcement than I suspect. Now, tell me the truth.”
His voice is harsh, unyielding, and shame floods in like he knocked the dam down all over again. My heart trips over itself, scared to move, to breathe the wrong way.
“Punishments?”
He watches my eyes like he’s reading my mind. My every vicious thought rearing back to life telling last night and every event thereafter meant absolutely nothing. His fist unfurls slowly and hovers by my face, and I smash my cheek against it, holding him there with both hands.
He softens, and for a moment, I feel a little better.
“You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”
I nod, my voice shaking when I say, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” he says, quieter now, like he’s telling me a secret. “Then just do what I ask, and you won’t get punished. It’s very easy.”
It’s not. It’s not easy to not apologize preemptively, it’s not easy to not call myself stupid—even by accident. It’s not easy being the perfect ray of sunlight in his dark world. It’s not easy convincing myself I belong here.
“Will they hurt?”
I don’t even mean to ask it, but out it tumbles. Does he want to hurt me? Have I already taken him to that point when all I’ve been trying to do is make him happy?
He swipes his thumb under my eyes, and I flinch at the moisture he collects. Damn everything.
“Not like you’re thinking, little one,” he murmurs, pressing slow kisses over the bruise on my cheek. “Will there be pain, eventually? Yes. Oh, yes. But never injury. Never anything to harm you. I’ll never leave you twisting in the wind again, either. Anything I put you through, I’ll be with you, every single second, and however long you need me after.”
“Do you promise?” His head tilts, and I stammer out a full sentence. “D-Do you promise you’ll stay with me?”
“Yes,” he says, so sure and secure and strong. I sniffle, and his tongue brushes over my tears, making me gasp. “I’m yours, hm?”
I flush, leaning further into his hand. “Mhm.”
“Words, Firefly.”
“Uh, yes.” I swallow. “Yes, Sir. You’re mine.”
He rumbles a groan in my ear, biting my neck hard enough to leave a bruise, and I choke on a squeal.
“And you belong to me,” he growls, “first and foremost. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes,” I whine, my body tingling with heat, the ever-growing ache building between my legs almost unbearable. “I’m yours, Ghost.”
He hums his approval, soothing his tongue over the mark he left. “Do you know what darkness is to light, Lucy?”
I shake my head, and he pulls back to look down at me. He shifts his weight to his elbow, using his free hand to dance down my body. He teases my nipples over his shirt, his eyes locked on mine while I squirm and pant, then moving to tickle over my mound until I’m breathless.
“Corruption.”
He slips three thick fingers inside me without a second warning, and a sharp moan breaks free. The hand on my face flips from my cheek to my mouth, pushing my head down into the bed.
“Ah-ah,” he says, though he’s smirking hungrily. “You belong to me, don’t you? So do those beautiful sounds.”
