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I don’t know what I fear the most, the pain or the fact that my masochist side will enjoy it.
The fact that I’m saying goodbye to my childhood best friend, or that I am meeting the merciless man he has become. Ruthless, lethal, yet still very much in love with me.
Sam is a passionate artist who never tired of observing his muse and is now ready to make her his masterpiece.
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ROSE
Make Me Feel- Elvis Drew
“Open your mouth for me, Rose.”
Sam’s thumb comes to rest on my lips, tracing over and over again, except I refuse to open them.
“I wish we were at home,” Lik says. “We have so many toys there.”
Images of torture devices run through my tormented mind. It’s stupid because I know what Lik means by toys. He showed me some of them when we went to Vue Club together. He showed me how much I actually loved everything he did to me there.
And I know how much I love Rachel taking over.
So why can’t I calm down?
It’s Sam, my mind repeats.
He is too big, too strong, too domineering.
“I’ve got everything I need to start training her,” Sam answers calmly.
I shake my head. I don’t like the word he uses.Training.
“Open,” he repeats. When I don’t, he looks down at me with disappointment. “I wouldn’t be so stubborn if I were you.”
He takes a step back and caresses my hair. “Lik,” he calls. “Why don’t you show me how you made her come in the car last week.”
My heart picks up, and my stomach twists with pleasure at the reminder. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I hiss.
I feel the mattress dip as Lik gets on the bed. I squeeze my legs together, not about to acknowledge something as little as his words got me wet. It doesn’t take long for Lik to spread my legs and settle between them.
“She’s wet,” he chuckles.
“Of course she is. She’s a little masochist,” Sam confirms, not surprised in the slightest. “Open your mouth, Rose.”
The daggers my eyes throw his way should have killed him by now. I don’t open, not even to tell him to fuck off.
I can’t see his face properly, and it isn’t comforting. I would like to see his face, his eyes mainly, what is hidden in them that his voice doesn’t tell me.
Lik’s fingers skim the seam of my lower lips. He spreads them, releasing a sigh of pleasure as he observes me. His thumb presses against my clit and my legs tighten around him, desperately trying to close. I keep my mouth tightly shut, making sure to not give Sam what he wants.
But then Lik’s thumb starts to move. Slow, regular circles that bring spikes of warmth up my body. My stomach tenses and I feel another wave of wetness pooling down. I squeeze my eyes shut, perfectly knowing he’ll see it.
“Fuck,” he rasps. He keeps torturing me slowly, a steady rhythm that won’t relent.
“Aah…” The moan escapes my lips before I can stop it and Sam’s fingers are in my mouth.
“There she is,” he mocks, pretending this was of my own accord. Two fingers hook my lower jaw, and he pulls until my mouth is wide open.
The next moan is louder, resonating out of my wide-open mouth. I pull at my binds, feeling the soft mattress shrinking, yet the leather cuffs don’t yield.
