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I step inside the basement and look around. I had the walls made of the mirror as a cruel intention to keep reminding Sasha of the humiliation. She could have seen how I enslaved her from every angle. She will remember the shame of being ravished, punished, and humiliated everywhere she looks.
Should I smash the mirror down? I walk to a corner and slide the wall to the side. A large cross and a pull-down bed appear. I pull the large cross to the middle of the room.
Desire sets my blood to a boil as I remember how I envisioned Sasha on this cross. Totally naked and spread. Crying as I flog her. Tears rolling down her cheeks. A ball-gag mums her pleas. I look at my reflection and frown. She would have been a pitiful angel; I would have been the hateful devil.
I look at the cross again. It has to go…although, Sasha and I can use it differently. This room can be our playroom. I chuckle when the memories of our first time here return. Sasha hated the punishment, but it intrigued her. She'll probably want to explore more of this side of me.
“What are you doing here? The sun hasn’t even risen yet,” Sasha teases. She gulps after seeing the sturdy cross.
"Professor Mallows wants me to get rid of it," I lied. Sasha nods while looking away, but she looks at it again. I snort and playfully ask, "Sasha, what are you thinking?"
She shakes her head. I don't know if it's the reply to my question or if she's shaking out the thought. I look down at her feet and find her fiddling with her toes. She's curious about the cross, and I can almost guess what goes through her mind.
“Professor Mallows and her husband must have a lot of things going,” Sasha says while staring at the cross from top to bottom.
“Do you want to try?” The question slips out of my lips.
I almost regret asking her, but I get excited after seeing the interest in her reactions. She might have been innocent but not ignorant. I’m pretty sure she knows or has seen the purpose of the cross. Sasha looks at me and shakes her head.
"If you're going to punish me the same way as last time, no." Her answer makes me laugh. She's still angry with what I did to her last time. Who wouldn't? Sex was still new to her. She craves orgasms like a child who had ice cream for the first time. But I suddenly deprived her of it as a punishment. Of course, she'd sulk.
I walk behind the cross and tap the center of it. I shouldn't insist on it, but her display of interest thrills me. The room doesn't have to be destroyed. We only have to use it differently.
“It’s not always for punishment,” I explain. “There are many things we can do with it.”
Sasha looks at the cross again and gulps. I smile and walk closer to her. I kiss her gently on her cheeks until I reach her ear. “We don’t have to do it,” I whisper.
Sasha freezes for a moment as she seems to fight her hesitation. “I…” she takes a deep breath before adding, “I want to try it.”
She looks at me with hints of hesitation in her eyes. I kiss her and whisper, “I will make you like it.”
Sasha looks at me and smiles. She places her hand on my bare chest and gives me a nod. When she looks back at the cross, I look at my reflection in the mirror. I see the playful demon inside me celebrating. Manipulating Sasha by loving her is better than forcing her with hate.
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Chapter Three
Sasha
And I give in to him again.
After Gabriel gave me a taste of the punishment, I swore not to do this game again. It isn't my style. I'm the romantic type. My idea of making love is sweet and fun. Of course, I thought about being adventurous but not this much.
Gabriel knows it, so we avoid the topic. We made love just fine without all the whipping and stuff. But I can't deny the sparkle in his eyes, showing his interest in this lifestyle. I can't deny him that. We are getting married; we will be partners. No one can play this game with him other than me. I might as well submit and accept this side of him.
I take a deep breath and pull down my panties. The mirrors show me a dozen reflections of my shape, enough to bring my confidence down. But there's something about the way Gabriel looks at me that boosts it. In his eyes, I am the most beautiful being he has seen. The things I don't feel confident about myself are the things he loves the most.
“Is cherry still my safe word?” I ask.
Gabriel shakes his head. “You won’t need a safe word for this,” he declares while pushing my back to the center of the cross.
“What?”
“Relax,” Gabriel whispers. “There’s no punishment today, Sasha. Just an exhibition."
Exhibition?Interpretations cross my mind after hearing it; I don't know what to think. Gabriel holds me by the neck, slightly choking me again. His dominance stirs a different kind of thrill in me. I like it when he's gentle, romantic, and sweet, but his dominant acts put a sizzle in his hotness and wow in his sexiness.
“You will love it. Trust me,” Gabriel says before tightening his hold on my neck.
