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I repeat the word over and over in my head, making sure I don’t forget it.
Mercy. Mercy. Mercy.
But I won’t need it, will I? He’s not really going to hurt me.
“Charlotte, tell me why you think I’m punishing you tonight.”
I take a breath, staring up at him. His features have softened, and I focus on the fabric in his hands, knowing that it’s going to cover my eyes in a minute, and I need to prepare myself for it.
“Because I…um,” I stammer. It’s because of the money, isn’t it? “Because I cost you seventy-five thousand dollars?”
He growls, stepping toward me. As he drapes the fabric over my eyes, he coldly replies, “No.” The room goes black as he ties the silk at the back of my head, and my breathing picks up. Everything instantly becomes more intense, my legs wanting to fight against the restraints because I feel so exposed.
When I feel his soft hands stroking my cheeks, I flinch. “You cost me so much money because you are worth it, Charlotte. I put you on that stage, hoping you would see that for yourself, but I could tell as I watched you up there that you still wouldn’t believe it.”
What? This is about me believing I’m worth so much money? He can’t be serious.
“I don’t like impact play, and if I remember correctly, you didn’t like the idea of being paddled or spanked, correct?”
“Um…yes, I mean…”
He strokes my head. “Relax.”
I have to force my chest to inhale. I just want him to touch me again.
“Luckily, there are other ways of teaching you a lesson. And I’ll admit something to you…”
I hear him doing something across the room—opening a drawer, moving things around, placing things on the bed. I can’t tell what any of it is, but I’m overwhelmed with curiosity.
“What?” I ask.
He brings his mouth close to my ear as he whispers, “I memorized every single thing you wrote on that list.”
Fuck. My mind races, trying to remember what I scored those items, but there were over two hundred of them. Could he really have memorized it?
“Deep breath,” he mumbles against my ear. Right as I inhale, something clamps down hard on my right nipple, and I let out a shriek, twisting and contorting, trying to move away from the pain, but it won’t let up. It takes me a second to realize it’s a nipple clamp.
My chest is heaving as I accept the pain, letting it settle in.
“How much did I pay, Charlotte?”
My brain scrambles for an answer. “Seventy-five…” I breathe.
“Do you think that was too much?”
“Yes.” I sigh, knowing what’s coming before I can even get the word out.
When the second clamp tightens, I don’t let out a shriek because it’s not as surprising as the first, but it somehow hurts more.
Warm, wet lips press against the flesh of my breasts, and I hum in response. “Do you understand why I’m angry?”
“No,” I reply.
His hands draw deep lines down my sides, over my hips, digging under my panties. And I know what’s coming before he does it. With a quick jerk, he tears apart my thong, ripping it easily in two. I’m lying naked, bound to the bed, and being punished. It’s hot and terrifying, and I sort of don’t want it to end.
When his fingers touch me between my legs, I cry out. I’m so turned on already that one touch has me feeling ready to explode.
“Because you are mine, Charlotte. And I don’t appreciate when anyone talks badly about something that is mine. Do you think I have bad taste?”
