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“Be a fucking good girl and count,” he said, his words rough and barbaric.
“I-I…” My words faltered as the tilting sensation of the belt kissed my skin once more.
“Count. Don’t make me ask you again.”
“One”
“Two.”
“Three.”
With the next number on the tip of my lips, I let out a moan instead. Whatever vibrating toy he had pressed against my heat picked up speed, almost sending me over the edge.
“Please,” I begged as I squirmed on the leather bench.
My throat extended as he pulled my hair. “Begging only makes my cock throb harder. Now fucking count for me.”
I continued after each arousing slap, and by the time the sixth one grazed my skin, I was in near tears from over stimulation. Between the kiss of the leather belt and the sucking vibration of the toy, the only words leaving my lips were stiff whimpers and pleading moans. The tenth slap came down harder than the rest of them, and with it my flight to ecstasy. As my body seized, he pulled the vibrator away and shoved his hard cock deep inside me.
“You thought I would let my seed go to waste?” he whispered into my ear, his hand wrapped tight around my throat. “I’m going to breed you until it’s time for me to kick you out of my castle.”
He pumped into me as his teeth claimed the succulent skin of my arms. He bit hard enough to push moans from my lips, but not hard enough to break the skin. The bench cried with each thrust he made, and was soon followed by a guttural moan as he filled me up with his seed.
Chapter22
Belle
Iwas in my room. At least, it was still my room for now. Today would be my fifth pregnancy test, and if it came back negative, I was screwed. I’d been obsessing about it, scared, angry and hurt, but now that it was here, I was just determined to find a way to survive. I always had in the past, and I wasn’t going to give up now.
I was naked and standing in front of the full-length mirror, looking at the bite marks on my body. I ran my fingers lightly over them, remembering the session we had in his playroom yesterday.
He fucked me every day for the past three days, and it had been amazing. He was different when he was fucking me, even though I knew he tried to hide it. His shield came down just a little, and there was a vulnerability to him. I could see the pain in his eyes when I was pinned beneath him.
The thing that hurt the most about his coldness was that I could tell he was trying to protect himself from further pain. Glimpsing the evidence of his desperate attempts to save his wife on his body, I knew how deep his love for her was, and the pain of her absence must have been unbearable. He was undoubtedly trying to shield himself from further hurt.
I desperately wanted to tell him he didn't need to be so guarded around me, but the fear was palpable, and I couldn't speak.
He was planning to throw me out, so I had to be ready for that harsh reality. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew I had to keep my chin up because wallowing in my head as I lamented the outcome of the situation only increased my fear. But the heavy boulder weighing on my shoulders seemed heavier as the seconds passed. I agreed to this arrangement to help my sister, and I felt like I’d let her down.
I shook away the thoughts of him and took in a deep breath to focus. I started the day by feeling the warm water cascading over my body. I took a long bath instead of a shower, knowing that luxuries like this would be a distant memory once I left. I allowed myself a few moments of respite and pretended that everything was alright.
The moment was pleasant, but ended too quickly. I took extra care in selecting my outfit. Although I didn’t think Sebastian would make me change out of my current clothes when he asked me to leave, I couldn’t pack any additional clothing since I didn’t have a way to carry them. With only the clothes on my back and no suitcase, it severely limited me to what I could bring with me.
I carefully selected my most comfortable leggings and paired them with a soft, long-sleeved shirt. To keep warm, I added a sweater on top. The memory of shivering in my cell, wearing nothing but a small, grimy dress, lingered in my mind. I hoped I could brave the cold weather in these clothes.
I opened the drawer next to the bed and retrieved the book that had been reading for the last two days. As I pulled the book out, the well-worn photograph of Sebastian that I had taken from his office fell from between the pages. I had been using it as a bookmark, and I took a moment to gaze at it now. I felt that the real Sebastian still existed beneath the frigid exterior he presented to the world. I trailed my fingertips along the edges of the photo before carefully tucking it back into the book and returning it to the nightstand.
Downstairs, the table was set with the usual breakfast spread, but Sebastian was nowhere to be found. Not that it mattered, and it was probably for the best. I took my usual seat and ate with abandon, ignoring any semblance of table manners and eating as if I had just arrived. My stomach ached from the excess, but I didn’t care. The looming uncertainty of my future made me prioritize the present moment. I hastily grabbed a few packaged granola bars and slipped them into the pocket of my sweater, hoping to have something to sustain me later.
Sebastian remained absent, and I had no intention of seeking him out. Part of me considered hiding, but I knew it would be futile. This was his domain, and a man as controlling as he would undoubtedly be familiar with every inch of the vast castle. Besides, a small spark of pride prevented me from doing so. I refused to impose on Sebastian. As daunting and painful as it was, I would leave when he ordered me to.
Uncertain of how to fill my time, I wandered aimlessly and let my thoughts drift, reflecting on how much I would miss the castle. Despite my initial impression of it being cold and intimidating, I viewed it as a home, a place of warmth and comfort, and truly beautiful.
Continuing to wander, I stumbled upon Sebastian in the study. He was completely at ease in an armchair, engrossed in a book as if he had not a single care in the world. Did he not have a single moment of regret?
I pretended not to stare, but I was soaking in every little detail of him so I could remember it when I left.
Instead of his typical attire of dress shirts and crisp slacks, Sebastian wore a soft V-neck t-shirt and jeans, giving off a more casual vibe. As my gaze rested on his visible burn scars, I couldn’t help but once again ponder the excruciating agony he must have gone through. Even though I had suffered abuse and injuries myself, I couldn’t fathom the extent of his pain. No wonder he didn’t seem like the same person I had seen in those photos I stumbled upon. I understood that going through such an intense pain could change a person.
