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He chuckles darkly. “I’m sure he would be flattered, sweet girl. But Cres only has eyes for me. So, I will ask again…more than one?”
I bite my lower lip, nod, and say, “Yes. As long as you’re first.”
“That’s my girl,” he purrs in approval, which has me nearly melting against the bed. “Safe word?”
“Petunia.”
A pause.
“You may relax your arms, Butterfly. Now…” A hot strike stings my right cheek. I flinch, but it’s a warm-up strike. “Are you ready to show me your ghost tonight?”
He brings his hand down harder. Burning this time. I gasp, knowing I didn’t respond soon enough. But his palm is warm and tender as it caresses the heated globe. So strong and soft as if it’s made of velvet with a titanium framework.
“Yes, Master.”
“Fuck. Say it again.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Louder!” He spanks my other cheek harder, and I choke on a sob, imagining there must be a handprint now. I’ve had spankings, but his are different. Deeper. Like his hand can smolder my very heart. Warm tingles erupt all over my skin.
“Yes, Master,” I say firmer, more conviction in my voice despite my shudders.
“Tell me, Butterfly. Show me.”
Inhaling deeply, I lean into his palm and begin the story I have not shared with another soul, including myself. “It was…a prank gone wrong.”
He slams his hand against my ass again, and I moan into the pillows. Gratitude for these moments, this rewrite, overwhelms my heart, cranking up my pulse.
“But first, there’s something you should know. My past was not exactly kind to me.” He spanks the base of my bottom with expert precision. A little cry escapes my throat, but I love the hot bite. “My dad traveled a lot for work. And my mother…she needed help. She did things.”
Crack! I breathe deep, leaning into the pain, measuring my heartbeats until I lose count.
“What things?” He massages my bottom again. I don’t know what makes me wetter. The endorphins from the pain or the intimacy that follows.
“She had these fits. They would last for days. She’d throw things. Mostly…at me. It could be anything from food to furniture.”
Crack!
“She’d…hold me down. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. N-n-no voice.” I shiver. When his fingers rub along my labia, I gasp and thrust back. “My older sister was the only one who could calm her down. My mom didn’t throw things at her. I guess I was broken or something since I just made her worse. Ahhh!” I cry out from the hell he’s unleashed on my ass and rake my nails into the sheets, gripping them. That was…punishment.
“When she had benders, Arianna, my sister, would tell me to ‘get out’. She’d order me to hide in my closet so I wouldn’t hear. Sometimes, I’d be there for hours, waiting for it to be over. My mom tried to commit suicide a few times. After an extended stay in the psychiatric ward, she came home with a heaping amount of prescription bottles. And…she wasn’t the same person. She was childlike. Like she was always floating on a cloud.”
Spank, massage, rub my nether lips. Repeat. I’m starting to rock my hips, wanting more.
“Things weren’t ever the same. Arianna took over raising me more. And I know she resented me for that. Just like my mother resented me because I couldn’t be more like Arianna, no matter how hard I tried.”
He climbs onto the bed behind me. Oh, gods, I can feel his bare chest upon my back, that flawless musculature. But I can’t help but push against him. “Not my back, Eros!” I can’t have him there. He doesn’t feel like stone. He might be a god, but he feels too human. My tongue borders on my safe word.
“Focus on me, Butterfly.” His words stop me. “Focus on my touch, my breath, my body.” A rush of cold air whips my backside right before he smacks me hard. The flesh sizzles.
I whimper and suck in a deep breath. “My sister…she adopted certain patterns of my mother like holding me down, trapping me beneath her. But she was far more into psychological and emotional torture. I know how much she didn’t want an eleven-year-old leech following her around when she was sixteen and going to the mall with her friends. Because of everything with my mom, I latched onto Arianna. I was so fused with her, I didn’t know where she ended and I began. It was like this…symbiotic thing, except she fed on me more.”
He slowly scissors my folds, then slides up to capture my clit with his fingers…a precursor of a reward. I bite my lower lip from the pleasure rocketing into me.
“You were sweet,” he says. “Compliant. Obedient.”
“You forgot weak.”
