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Pleasure zipped through me and I shuddered, filling her pussy with my hot cum, marking her as mine.
Her body tensed and shook beneath me as she released.
I pulled out of her, scowling under my mask. “Did I give you permission to cum, pet?”
Her chin trembled. “No.”
“Then you’ll be punished.” I jumped down, tucked myself back into my pants, and zipped and buttoned them. Making my way to the top of the table, I stared down at her.
“Punished how?” she asked.
Her pitch rose with her question, but if I weren’t mistaken, there was a hint of excitement in her words.
“First things first.” I lifted the blindfold and she quickly turned her head in the opposite direction.
I assumed she needed a moment to adjust to the light.
Slowly, she faced me. Her big blue eyes widened as they landed on my skull mask.
Staggering backward, I struggled to clear my vision as my world skidded to a fucking halt.
ChapterSeven
Phoebe
The only thing that stopped me from screaming when I spotted the skull mask, was the second the Black Mamba saw my face, he swore a blue streak while practically running out of the room.
My ego had bitch-slapped me then kicked me to the curb. A few minutes later, another masked guy came in and untied me then told me to go home. With my tail between my legs and confusion buzzing in my brain, I hurried to my Audi as if the devil himself were chasing me.
As soon as I started the engine, “Do You Really Want To Hurt Me” by Nessa Barrett blared through the stereo speakers, startling the living daylights out of me. Tears welled in my eyes, and I leaned my head back against the headrest. I shouldn’t have gone to the society tonight, even though I was wound tighter than a coiled spring in my grandpa’s antique clock. I realized I’d been on edge since earlier that day.
I blinked several times, forcing myself not to cry, then shifted into drive and peeled out of the parking lot.
What was so wrong with me that the Black Mamba ran out of the room without any explanation? His reaction sat in my gut like sour milk. Inhaling a shaky breath, I refused to allow an asshole to undermine everything I’d worked so hard to accomplish. So what if I weren’t pencil thin and a cheerleader like my friends. I refused to allow the world to dictate my definition of pretty, including that jack ass.
Shaking the humiliating thoughts from my overwhelmed mind, I sang along to the music as I shifted my focus back to the society.
“Shit!” I yelled and slapped the palm of my hand against the center console. The bass of “Wicked” by Miki Ratsula thumped through my body and calmed me. It had been a hell of a messed-up day, from the earlier texts to Black Mamba humiliating me.
I pressed a steering wheel button before saying, “Hey, Siri, text Teagan.” Silence was my only response. A scream shot through me as I remembered that I’d thrown my phone and it was broken, sitting on my windowsill at home. An eerie feeling tiptoed down my spine, and I shivered in my seat. My foot pressed the accelerator, and my car picked up speed. All I wanted was to get to the house and shake off the bad day with a good yoga video. It was too dark outside to take a long run, so I would have to sweat out my frustrations another way.
* * *
After a good workout, I took an extra hot shower in hopes it would help my cold. Before I headed downstairs, I put on a pair of grey running pants and a P!nk concert T-shirt. I grabbed the white-and-blue checkered blanket from the back of the black leather recliner before I crawled onto the couch and turned on a romantic comedy. When my mood was bad, I tried to pull myself out of it by watching something funny. Since the roomies weren’t around, I had the television to myself.
Settling in, I found “Sweet Home Alabama,” and Reese Witherspoon lit up the screen in seconds. It was only eleven, but my eyelids fluttered closed only a few minutes into the movie.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, a string of snot hanging from my nose as I pleaded.
“Silence! You know the consequences of your actions. On your knees.”
“No.”
I never saw his hand as it connected with my cheek, sending me to the floor. Tears streamed down my face as I scrambled backward. If I could reach the door, maybe I . . .
Strong fingers wrapped around my arm and jerked me forward. “I fucking said on your knees.”
Without a choice, I did as he commanded. He cupped my chin and forced me to look up at him, his eyes as dark as his heart. I had to get away before he hurt me again.
