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He slapped my ass hard, making me hiss. My body lurched forward from the blow. Grabbing my hips with one of his hands to keep me in place, he stroked over where he’d hit me. I was certain there’d be a red hand mark forming. He loved his marks on me, claiming he marked what was his. The second slap was in the same spot, and I cried out in discomfort from the force.
“Shush, angel.” He caressed over the painful area again before stroking between my ass cheeks then plunging two fingers straight inside me.
“Wet for me,” he said, happily.
Much to my disgust, I always was.
He foreshadowed it; my body became the instrument which played to his tune.
The abuse had become such a normal, everyday thing for me. He trained me for it well… to hide the physical scars behind clothing and make up, to hide the emotional scars behind my own forceful personality, to hide the sexual abuse by making my body enjoy it.
I was aware that my body responding to him and what was being done to me was a physiological reaction, but it still didn’t wipe the vile distaste from my mouth.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” he demanded.
“It’s you I want.”Lie.
“I love you.”Biggest lie.
He hummed. Pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb found my clit, sending me spiralling straight into an orgasm, clenching around him. Before I could even catch a breath, he slammed himself inside me in one thrust, still circling me with his fingers to prolong the climax. Grabbing my hair, he brought me back to his front so I knelt, slowing himself slightly. I could feel him hitting me in the best places, making my body quiver with pleasure. I hated it.
“You’re mine, always.” Circling his hips, he coaxed my moan in response. “That’s it. You know precisely who owns you.”
Pulling my hair to the side, he angled my head to kiss me, speeding up his thrusting so that he pounded into me brutally. The agonising grip of his hand threaded through my hair was the only thing keeping me grounded.
“Mmm,” he drawled, his hand running down my spine. “I’m taking your ass tonight.” Pulling out, he moved away. I tilted my head watching him grab something from the chest of drawers. I heard the sound of a plastic lid popping off as the coolness of the lube dripped down between my ass cheeks.
And so it continued. Him fucking me, dominating me.
It was hours later that he’d finished his session. I fell forward onto the soft bedding with exhaustion, but he grabbed my wrists, shoving me down onto the floor turning on my knees, I stared at him, keeping the contempt from my face as he struck me.
I swallowed the taste of blood in my mouth from where he backhanded my face, cutting my lip. I kept quiet.Submissive. I despised that word.
Willingly, I didn’t have a submissive bone in my body. Forced, I became the best submissivefor him. Not by choice,neverby choice.
He rained down blows on my body, being careful to keep from places that were easily spotted. No face, no arms or legs… usually. The middle of the body he aimed for, which was why I was surprised and caught off guard by his first hit to my face.
I tried to curl up sidewards to take the brunt of the pain from a different position, but he grabbed me by my hair and I was pulled up. He threw me onto the couch in the corner of the room, forwards with my head hanging over the back of it.
I heard the sound of movement before I registered what it was. He hit his own hand with the heavy-duty riding crop. I heard thethwackon his hand—a warning. I knew what to expect. This wasn’t the first time this tool had become intimate with me. I needed to get through tonight. Right now, he needed my fear. I’d drown in self-hate later, after.
“Things are going to change, angel,” he informed me ominously.I’m sure things cannot get worse than what you’ve already done and taken from me.He directed my naked body, so all my top half now hung over the back of the couch, leaving the bottom half of my body easily accessible to his hands and the crop.
The first hit fell below my ass on my upper thighs, and instinctively, I lurched from it. Fire scorched a line across my skin with the strength he put behind it.
“They want you, you know,” he said in a disbelieving voice, continuing to rain hardened blows, like he couldn’t imagine anyone else would be interested in me.
I knew who he’d been insinuating and for once I wholeheartedly agreed with him. If anyone could see my insides, they’d see a bloodied, broken girl who’d given up on happiness in life. Who didn’t deserve an ounce of it.
He sketched his own desires onto me, embedding them deeply onto my skin. I’d never be able to enjoy a slow sensual love making with an equal partner. The gentle touches I once dreamed of no longer ignited a spike of desire in me, it was only rough handling teetering on the pain pleasure divide that now got my body amped. I was completely conditioned by his infatuation.
Chapter10
Milla
It was now midweek, and since the Mayor’s party and the aftermath of Saturday night, I’d pulled the sickness card and holed myself up within my dorm with onlyhimchecking in on me.
For the first time, he had taken it to another level. He lost control and marked me where it could be seen, hence hiding away to swerve unwanted attention. Questions that I wouldn’t answer. He’d done me a solid by smoothing over my professors, backing up my illness story and making sure I’d been as comfortable as I could be these last few days, gracing me with his presence but not pushing when he usually would. He was just being my friend once again, sending my head into a tailspin.
