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“That’s a good whore. Such a good whore, I’ve found.” He whispers in my ear and I moan while I push my hips back so I can fuck him harder. His breath gets caught in his throat as I grind down on him. He bottoms out inside of me and I’m left right on the edge of my orgasm. I whimper in need. In the greatest surprise I’ve had, probably in my life, he reaches around and flicks my clit a few times pushing me off the precipice into another earth shattering orgasm. We stand there for a few seconds before he slides out of me. I turn against the wall so he can see me and I touch the raw patch of skin on my face from where it had rubbed against the wall. It's a nice reminder.
“Go back to your room. You may take a shower first if you wish.” He walks toward the entrance and I stare at his back. He stops right at the doorway and looks back but not fully. He only shows me his profile. “You’ve pleased me, whore. Maybe you’re not good for nothing after all.” He walks out with a second glance and I jump slightly in excitement.
He’d said I pleased him.
This feeling is better than I ever imagined and I’m already addicted to it. It’s better than when I got that acceptance letter and when I got my first pair of en pointe shoes. Something about his praise just makes me feel utterly complete.
Chapter Seven
I take a shower as I’m allowed to do. I use the shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom, staying in the spray of the water until the water turns ice cold. It feels good against my bruises.
I make my way back to the small cell that he’s given me, but I don’t have another garment. I cringe at the thought of laying on the bare floor with nothing to protect my private parts, but I really don’t have a choice in the matter.
I curl into a ball and try to get to sleep, but again the second my eyes close the door to my cell slams open and Savage barrels through. I throw my hands in front of my face and tighten up thinking he’s going to beat me again, but instead he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I’m so shocked he’s not dragging me by my hair. It takes me a few seconds to relax from my protective stance.
“Savage? Where are you taking me?” I ask only to be given a ruthlessly hard swat on my bottom.
“Don’t ask me fucking questions, Whore. You take what I give you and be fucking grateful.” He snarls at me.
I snap my jaw shut, not wanting to piss him off anymore.
I try to angle my head so I can see where he’s taking me, but the house, no, the mansion, is so huge I don’t know where I am anymore. I’ve only been on the bottom floor of the mansion, but he’s walking me up the stairs now. I wonder what’s up here. Something bright makes me squint. My curiosity gets the better of me and I turn my head again trying to figure out what I’m looking at. There’s a large window lining the hallway and I can see outside to the grounds. It’s massive with trees and shrubbery all around. I see what looks to be old rose vines, all of them look dead and unkempt. Still I can tell when they are in bloom this house is not something anyone would pass up if they had the chance to take a peek at it. He turns down another hallway and opens a set of double doors. He walks in and the first thing I see is that there are no windows in this room. I do my best to hide my disappointment. I don’t know why he’d have a place with rooms where there aren’t any windows. He drops me down on a bed I didn’t know was there and it takes me a second to realize that I’m in another bedroom.
“You will stay here from now on. You will not leave this bed unless I give you permission. I will continue to fuck you just like I wish and the only time you will call for me is if the place is on fire. Do you understand that?”
“Yes Savage. I understand.” I try not to smile, but he’d pulled me out of the small prison cell and put me in a larger prison cell. At least this one has a bed and a bathroom inside of it.
He nods, walks out of the room, and I wait a few seconds before I get up from the bed and start to look around. There may not be any windows, but that doesn’t mean there’s no view. The walls are so ornately painted that it’s difficult not to get distracted by the beautiful swirl of the paint. Ivory, browns, and golds swirl in a distressed pattern. The floor is covered in carpet as per usual, but it’s the bathroom that catches my attention. I go in and look into the small medicine cabinet to see a brush and comb. I jump into the shower and wash my hair again. This time I use the brush and comb to comb through the knots that have been accumulating since I’ve been here. I push my hair up and braid one piece of it to make a faux hair tie. In the bathroom is a beautiful nightgown. Nothing too fancy, just a simple gown of white cotton material, but it must be for me. There are no other women here. I take it off the hanger and slip it on after I finish drying up. I spin in the mirror and pinch my cheeks a bit to get some color.
There she is.
The beauty that everyone can’t get enough off. He’s given me all this stuff, because he thinks I’m good. He wants me to do this. I wonder if I’m the best he’s ever been with. Of course I am. I mean look at me. I’m the best even for people who've never touched me. I chuckle lightly before I walk back out of the bathroom to see Savage standing at the door with a plate in his hand. There's a sandwich on it and I rush over to take it. I’m starving. I pick it up and take a huge bite.
“Thank you Savage.” I bat my lashes at him.
The beast cocks his head to the side and instantly I know I’ve just made the biggest mistake possible.
“Stupid fucking Whore. You don’t know how to listen do you?” He flings the plate against the wall and ceramic shards scatter across the floor. He grabs the back of my neck and pushes me back until my feet come in contact with the small pieces. I squeal out in pain as the shards slice through the soles of my feet.
Oh God no!
“You should have fucking asked to go home. Now that I know you know what’s in store for you and you seem to be fucking agitating me on purpose. Let’s see how much fucking fun we’re going to have now.” He pries my jaw open with his fingers and sticks three of his thick digits down my throat until I throw up the one bite of food I just put into my stomach.
“I’m sorry Savage. Please forgive me!”
“Bullshit! You’re not sorry! You like this, Whore! You take advantage of my moment of kindness. I told you I couldn’t change and yet you still fucking push!” He yells at me and flings me down to the floor. I crawl away from him and fight to make my way back to the bed. Exactly where he’d told me to stay in the first place.
I pull myself up on the bed and when I turn back to him I see he’s going into the bathroom. He turns the water on and I relax when I don’t see him anymore. I sob uncontrollably as I hack up the rest of the bile in my mouth. I fell right back into my old ways the second I thought I’d won some type of prize. No wonder he’s so upset with me. I was only his good whore for a few hours and I couldn’t listen to one simple instruction about staying in bed. It’s like a bad habit I stop for a second only to relapse.
He comes back out and I see a sopping wet towel in his hand.
“Look at what you’ve done. I brought you here to take you out of the trash that is the holding cell and you just dirty it up here as well.” He gestures to the bed.
I look down at the bed and realize that I’ve been trailing blood along the stark white sheets and now instead of crisp clean covers, they look like a macabre painting.
“I’m sorry—I’m sorry.”
“Not sorry, you're untamed and wild. When you’re fully broken you won't be sorry, you’ll just accept. It's going to be a fucking pleasure pushing you until you do.”
