My heart picked up, my pussy throbbing, my nipples hardening. Suddenly every graze of a breeze in the room, the ribbon around my wrists, the carpet under me, it all felt so good. It all felt sensual. To the point that I could barely focus on his words. I couldn’t focus on them at all.
I couldn’t help but close my eyes, wrapping my hands around the ribbon tightly. Fuck. What the Hell did he give me?
I opened my eyes just in time to see Everett shiver and roll his shoulders, my own breathing picking up. “You hate yourself because of what happened and it’s pathetic,” he said, reaching across the bed and jerking the duffle over. “It’s pathetic because I can see you crumbling. A woman who looked me in the eye while her thigh was on fire, waiting for me to flinch first.”
I shivered too, moving myself up just to alleviate the growing ache between my thighs. “You blinked first,” I reminded him, nearly out of breath. “I won.” What the fuck was happening? Everything felt like a tease to an orgasm, but all over my body. From the way my hair brushed along my lower back, to the way my toes dug into the carpet, it all felt like the beginnings of the most mind-blowing orgasm I would ever experience.
“And here you are, fucking flinching.”
“Hefucked me,” I growled, finding his eyes. Although it came out more breathless than threatening, and I hated that. “I know most don’t believe in monogamy anymore, but I do. I ruined a family. He broke me apart, for what? Easy pussy? Because I just…gave in.” My chest deflated. “I was easy.”
He pulled out a candle and a lighter. “You’re not easy, writer, you just didn’t know anything else. A beat dog cowers until someone comes along and reminds it that it has teeth,” he told me. “He was just an abusive asshole half a day ago. He beat you, nothing else. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
I shook my head. “No, no,” I mumbled, my hair falling aroundmy shoulders. “You don’t understand. You don’tunderstand.”
“You’re not pregnant by him.” He lit the candle, picked it up, and turned to me. “Your mind is fucking you up, Rose, you’re getting in your head,” he hummed.
“You’re fucking psychotic,” I panted, flexing my toes, moving my hips, clenching my hands.Fuck me,I was going to cum.
He shrugged. “I learned from my youngest brother; he escaped the asylum.” He closed the distance between us. “Yesterday, he was the asshole that tried to kill you. Today, he’s the asshole who fucks prostitutes, has a wife, a daughter, a house, and he still tried to kill you. I cut him into pieces. He’s gone. You’re not pregnant. You didn’t care about him. You wanted him dead. Nothing else has changed.”
I panted, tugging at the ribbon again, my entire body a live wire. “I want to rip my skin off,” I whispered. “I want him to have never touched me at all.”
One corner of his lips flicked up in a smile. “I can’t rewrite time, but I can replace memories. Deep breath, little writer, we’re going to be here for quite some time.”
22
Olivia
June 2nd, 2022
Igasped and groaned when the first drops of hot wax hit my hardened nipple, my entire body vibrating in pleasure. “Oh, fuck,”I moaned. “What did you give me?”
“Something Azrael created for our torture sessions, but I figured it would be something that would come in handy,” he purred, tipping some on my other nipple. “You have an issue with allowing yourself to want something. With allowing yourself to feel the orgasm rip through you. Now you don’t have a choice. This opens up every single nerve of yours and while we do use it for torture, you like it fucking rough.”
I groaned, pulling at the ribbon. I pressed my legs together, my pussy aching for something to touch it. Anything. “But you took it too,” I panted, finding his eyes. “I saw you take it too.”
His pupils were already blown, and the way he was standing very still, it looked to me as if it was affecting him the same way it was affecting me. He couldn’t stand his clothes touching himright now. It was too much. “I couldn’t allow you to be the only one to take it for the first time.”
“Just in case things go wrong, I need to know how you feel,”his eyes said.
I felt my eyes slowly shift into a glare and I fought the way the cooling wax made my pussy throb. “Don’tdo that.”
He set the candle on a dish on the wardrobe and stepped in front of me again. “Do what, exactly?”
“Be so fucking soft. I hate it. Stop doing it.”
He cocked his head to the side. “So, you want me to be angry, aggressive, totakewhat you owe me? Tell me, Olivia. Use. Your. Words.”
I heard that little hitch in his breath, but I saw the curl on his lips too. He was proving himself right and he was basking in it. “Yes,” I seethed, my voice trembling in rage. “That’swhat I want.”
He cocked his head to the side, every single one of his muscles taut.
I snarled at his condescension. “Punish me,” I demanded, trembling in need. “Punish me for being a fucking whore.Punish mefor letting him touch me. Punish me for being a pathetic piece of shit who was too much of a coward to walk away.Punish mefor being weak, for slapping you, for everything I’ve done wrong. Fuckingpunish me!I dare you,” I rasped. “Punish me for arguing, fighting, talking back,lying, just fucking punish me.”
A muscle in his jaw feathered, his eyes flashing right before he brought the whip down across the side of my right breast, causing my body to lurch, the pain shifting into something warm and tingling that shot straight to my clit.
I snarled rather than groaned. I didn’t want him hearing how much I liked that.Ididn’t want to know how much I liked that. Steven beat the shit out of me, I hated every second of it, I couldn’t like this. If I liked this, I liked what he did to me too.But my ass still hurt from last night, the truth blaring.“The basic deciding factor between abuse and a good fucking is who is behind it and how it’s being give.”That’s what he had said. He was that deciding factor.
