"Now, please tell me how I can please you, Sir."
I growl as I grip the back of her neck, tilting her head back so I can sink my teeth into the flesh on her shoulder. She moans and clutches my shirt. I lick a trail from the bite up the side of her neck to her ear. I nibble on her lobe as she presses her body against me.
"Such a good girl." I moan in her ear, and I can feel her knees starting to buckle.
I unzip her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her naked body is on full display now. I glance up and down her delicious frame, but when I get to her face, something is wrong. She won’t make eye contact with me. Her eyes are glued to the floor, and a single tear rolls down her cheek. I catch the tear with my thumb and wipe it away.
"Cassie, what is it?" I ask. Worried she is having second thoughts. She still won’t look at me.
"I hate what I look like now. All these scars will never go away. I can barely look in a mirror now without getting sick and crying. I don’t understand why you would still want me afterall the damage he did." She sighs as more tears flow down her cheeks. I grab her face with both hands and lift it to meet mine.
“Mi amor. You exist in my life; why would I want anyone else? You are everything to me. You are a part of me. Without you, I wouldn’t survive. I don’t just want you; I need you. I crave you. And I will have you. All of you! Your laughs, Your smile, your joy. I want it all! Every scar, every blemish, every tear. Every God damn breath. Everything. I want it all! Now, do you understand?” I pull her into me, kissing her deeply and opening my soul to her.
I’m going to change every negative thing she feels about herself. As we are kissing, I back her up to my favorite device, the cross. The mental fantasy from that night on her couch comes rushing back. I break our kiss. Starting at her neck, I make sure to kiss every single mark that he left on her. I will claim all of it, make it mine, and replace the revulsion she feels when she looks at herself with pride. Each scar shows just how fucking powerful she is. She survived. I kiss her collarbone, multiple kisses on her arm as I lift it to secure it to the cross.
"Lucian." My name comes out barely a whisper.
"Shhh. Let me show you how beautiful and strong you are, mi amor. Your scars are symbolic. Never be ashamed or repulsed by them, my love. They show the world the hell you went through and still came out alive. And look how much you healed in these last few months. So, don’t you ever think I would look at this beautiful, powerful, and delicious body with anything other than love, admiration, and pride?" I kiss her deeply; I can taste her tears as they continue to flow. She is starting to understand.
I repeat the same steps on her right arm. Pausing at each scar, not missing a single one. I lock her right wrist and go back to kissing her lips. My fingers trailing down to her hips. She moans as my fingers dig into her soft, plump skin. I kiss down her jaw and give each breast its own attention. I circle her hardnipple with my tongue, then nip it with my teeth, turning her light pink nipples to red from my bites. After each breast, I move lower onto her stomach. I slowly kneel before her. Along with kisses, I trail my tongue across her belly and around her belly button. I nip the soft flesh on her hips.
When I get to her thighs, I can feel her whole body tense. Glancing up, shame and embarrassment are written across her face. Her inner thighs are one of the two most scarred areas on her body. I lock eyes with her as I part her legs. I keep her eyes focused on me as I show her how beautiful she is. Each kiss I plant on her inner thigh is accompanied by a bite or lick. I want her to only think of me when she looks at them. I want her to have my kisses and nibbles engraved into her mind, removing the pain he caused. She starts to break eye contact as I move lower down her thigh, so I give her a sharp bite just above her clit.
"Eyes on me, Mi Amor. You will watch me worship this body."
Her entire body shudders when I say that, and I feel her relaxing again. I reward her obedience by running my tongue against her, slowly dipping inside, all while keeping our eyes locked. She arches her body, thrusting against my tongue. I reach up and grasp her hips, pressing her firmly against the cross. She understands and doesn’t move again.
"Good girl."
76. Cassie
Ihaven’t been able to look at my body in weeks without crying. The amount of scars embedded into my skin is endless. Every single inch of my body was harmed in some way by Theo. I’ve been trying a lot of different oils and creams to try to lighten the scars, but it has hardly worked.
It’s mesmerizing looking down at Lucian as he is worshiping my body. He is biting and kissing each scar to replace the fear and disgust that I feel with pure love and desire. I’ll feel his lips on each scar every time I look at them. He is right, though; as much as I hate them, they do prove my power. He is helping me see that. But right now, the only thing I am seeing is stars. This man is skilled. I want to arch my back again, but I also want his praise.
I’m a bit nervous. We haven’t gone all the way yet. He has been too cautious with my healing. Which I appreciate, but damn this has been a rough few weeks. I can tell it’s been hard holding back for him, too; that's why I will give him everything tonight. He wants my mind, body, and soul. He will have it. I will be the submissive he has craved, and he will be the Dom I deserve and desire.
He stands up to remove his belt. Slowly pulling it through each loop. Agonizingly slow. He takes his time undoing each individual button on his shirt, all while keeping his eyes locked on mine. He slides off his shirt, tossing it onto the throne. When he starts unbuttoning his pants, I can’t help but lick my lips. The wait is killing me. He frees his cock as his pants and boxersfall to the floor, slowly giving it a few strokes as he looks over my entire body. I want him so bad. I bite onto my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning at the sight. He sees and reaches forward, grabbing my chin. He brings his lips to mine, caressing my bottom lip with his tongue before biting down. I moan from the sting of his bite. Fuck. The sensations running throughout my entire body are almost too much.
He breaks our kiss and walks over to the wall, touching the different floggers and whips slowly. He watches my reaction to each one. His hand crosses the cat o nine tails, and I can feel my pulse quicken. That one has always been my favorite.
"Is this the one you want?" He asks. Picking it up and running it through his hand.
"Yes." I whimper.
"Yes. What." He growls, cracking the whip against the throne seat.
"Yes, Sir." I stutter. He stalks back over to me.
"Repeat your safe word."
"Bubble Gum, Sir."
"Good girl. Now. I’m going to give you 5 to start. I want you to count them out for me. If you don’t count out loud, we restart back at 1. Understood?" His dominating demeanor and voice has me trembling.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Let’s begin." He strikes out with the first lashing. When the knotted cords strike against the flesh on my abdomen, it feels like ice-cold water being splashed across my entire body. It awakens my inner demons, and they are demanding more.
