I brush my thumb across her lips. She’s lovely like this, completely under my control, consumed by darkness. “Tell me your safe word.”
“My safe word is. . .” She hesitates and then smirks. “Allegedly.”
“Good word.”
“You certainly enjoy using it,” she mutters.
I’m glad she still has her sense of humor. And there’s a peacefulness in her body as she waits on her knees for my next command.
She’s not holding on to her painful past so tightly anymore. With me, she has a future.
“This dress has to go.” I have plenty of scissors and cutting implements at hand, but I tear the fabric at the seams. She’s breathing hard by the time I’m done, shivering from the violence she can feel but not see. Her bare body is covered in gooseflesh.
“What are you going to do to me?”
I take her by the throat again. “Whatever I want.”
* * *
Inara
What he wants isto nudge my face upward so he can kiss me. In the dark world under the blindfold, I can sense him leaning over me. His hands are firm, but his lips are impossibly gentle. A slow advance attack that grows more intense as it goes on. Just like the way he’s snared me and the unfolding horror when I realize how thoroughly he has trapped me.
No, no, I’m in control. This is how I win. Giving myself over to him.
My sex is soaking, dripping nectar. His kiss consumes me, building pressure until I wrench my head to the side to gasp for breath.
“You can’t escape me, little bird.” He grips my arm, and the handcuffs click. I’m freed long enough for him to remove the remains of my dress and cuff my wrists in front of me. Then he hoists me to my feet and leads me forward. “You’re the only one who knows my true self, my darkness. Do you think I’d ever let you leave?”
He slows and guides me forward until my knees hit a sturdy, leather-covered surface. I kneel on the bench and fold forward. The bench supports my entire upper body. I let my cheek rest on the smooth leather, and all I feel is relief.
He pulls my wrists forward and secures them somehow, tying me down so he’s free to run his hands over my bare backside. “No, you belong here. Naked and at my mercy.”
Strong hands grip my ass cheeks and pull them apart. I whimper. He can see how I’m dripping for him. He can see everything.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers. His fingers trace my lower folds in a touch so light I could’ve imagined it. “You don’t have to make any decisions. I’m taking all of those away. You don’t have to decide anything anymore.”
He’s touching me where no one else has, and it’s too much. “No,” I whimper, and he pauses, but I don’t say my safe word.
He steps away and leaves me alone for the moment. I’m in darkness, straining to hear him, longing for his return.
Something soft runs over my back. He’s starting with gentle sensation play, and I hate it. I want him to hurt me so I can hate him.
I want him to do anything but continue talking. His words are scaring me more than anything else could.
He finds the marks he left on my skin and tickles them. I twitch and twist, but he’s tied me well. The ropes hold me fast, and the knowledge that I’m held secure by them makes me wet.
“I know you’re afraid. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He brushes the fur over my feet. “Let me attend to your fears, little bird.”
“Just shut up,” I mumble. “Shut up and hurt me.”
The fur falls away. He thrusts his fingers into my mouth. “Open,” he orders, pushing his fingers deeper until I gag. “Get them wet.”
He removes his fingers, and I cough. Next comes something hard and slick, filling my mouth. A gag. I push up as far as I can go, fighting, but it’s no use. He binds my head so the gag is secure and goes back to touching me all over. His fingers swirl patterns, getting closer and closer to my dripping sex.
I tighten my muscles, but he has full access to me. All too soon, he’s fingering me again.
“You’re afraid of us, of this. Of our connection, despite my darkness.”
