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“First night back,” Masque said, leading me across to the bar like a peacock. “Nervous?”

“Not anymore,? I smiled. “Not now I know how to cry.”

“And you really want to do this, here, tonight?”

“Show me how it feels to be Violet, James, it’s what I always wanted. My final initiation,” I grinned.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he laughed. “But it’s a good start.”

***

The chains above rattle as I jerk in my bonds. My legs quiver, knees trembling. Adrenaline pumping.

He circles me. I feel his footfalls. Heavy, purposeful. I can smell him, too. He smells of sex, and sweat, and musk. He smells of sin.

He smells sodirty bad wrong.

The tap, tap, tap of the cane against my thighs, so gently. I take a breath. The cane comes to rest against my skin, and he’s at my side, his mouth at my ear.

“Steady, Lydia,” he breathes.

He trails his free hand up my ribs, and my body flinches. Fight or flight.

In my chains I can do neither. And I don’t want to.

The heat between my legs gives testament to one simple truth.

I wanthim... the release he delivers through pain... the silky caress of the abyss beyond fear.

I want him to to break me.

I want him to hurt me.

I want him to own me.

And then I want him to love me.

“Tell me what you need, Lydia.”

His savage hand on my breast. Gripping, twisting, hurting. My nipples come alive, begging for punishment, and I roll into his touch. It feels so fucking good.

I hear my own ragged breathing, the string of incoherent murmurs coming from my mouth.

He kicks my feet further apart, spreading me wide. I struggle to keep my balance, but my cuffs pull tight against the chains, taking my weight. Another tap of the cane, harder this time, and then his fingers, teasing me open, grazing my clit.Fuck.

Two fingers hook inside me, pressing in deep. I hear how wet I sound. He groans his approval.

My words catch in my throat, but I force them out.

“Pain... I need pain...”

He kisses my neck, and I’m lost in him, swimming in his darkness. It’s all I want.

“I’m going to hurt you now, Lydia Marsh. I’m going to mark you, and break you, and own you... and then I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll scream my name. I need to see you cry, Lydia. You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry.”

I screw my eyes shut tight under the blindfold and take a deep breath.

I’m ready.

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