“Eventually.”He pushed two fingers inside me, and I moaned despite myself.“But not tonight.Tonight, I’m going to make you come like this.Bent over my bed like the possession you are.And then I’m going to remind you exactly what you mean to me.”
His fingers worked me while his other hand kept spanking, the dual sensations overwhelming my ability to think.Pleasure and pain braided together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
I tried to fight it.Tried to hold back the orgasm building at the base of my spine, climbing higher with every strike, every thrust of his fingers.
“Don’t you dare hold back.”His thumb found my clit, circling with brutal precision.“You’ll come when I tell you to come.That’s the only choice you have.”
“I won’t?—”
“You will.”Three more slaps in rapid succession, perfectly timed with the pressure on my clit.“Now.Come now.”
My body obeyed before my mind could resist.The orgasm crashed through me, violent and humiliating and so intense my vision went white.I screamed into the silk, my inner walls clenching around his fingers, my ass burning from his hand.
He didn’t stop.Kept working me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I was boneless and shaking.
Then his fingers withdrew.I heard him moving behind me, heard his belt unbuckle, his zipper come down.I braced myself for what came next, heart hammering, but it wasn’t what I expected.
His hand wrapped around himself.I could hear the wet sound of him stroking, fast and rough.
“This is what you are.”His voice was strained now, tight with approaching release.“Something I use.Something I spend on and walk away from.”
He came across my back in hot stripes, groaning through gritted teeth.I felt his release land on my burning skin, marking me, degrading me, reducing me to exactly what he’d claimed I was.
A body.A possession.Nothing more.
He was breathing hard when he finished.The room was silent except for that and the pounding of my own heart.
I should have felt used.Should have felt humiliated and small and exactly as worthless as he wanted me to feel.
Instead, I pushed myself up from the bed and turned to face him.
He was still half-dressed, his cock softening in his hand, his expression carefully blank.Waiting for my reaction.Waiting for the hatred he’d worked so hard to earn.
“You think I don’t see what you’re doing?”
Something shifted in his eyes.Surprise, maybe.Or fear.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit.”I stood there naked, his release cooling on my back, my ass still burning from his hand, and I refused to look away.“You think if you’re cruel enough, I’ll hate you.You think if you treat me like nothing, I’ll stop making you feel something.”
His jaw tightened.“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know what I saw last night.I know what I felt when you held me.”I took a step toward him, then another.He didn’t retreat, but I saw the way his shoulders tensed.“You can spank me until I can’t sit down.You can come on my back like I’m nothing.But I still saw your face when I walked away.I still know that man exists somewhere under all these defenses.”
“That man doesn’t exist.”The words came out rough, almost desperate.“He’s a fiction.A moment of weakness.”
“He’s real.”I reached up and pressed my palm against his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my touch.“And you’re terrified of him.”
His hand shot up to grab my wrist, but he didn’t pull me away.He held me there, pressing my palm harder against his chest, and I felt the war raging beneath his skin.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”His voice was raw.Dangerous.“That man would devour you whole.He would claim you so completely you’d forget your own name.”
“Maybe I want that.”
His grip tightened on my wrist.His breathing turned ragged.For a moment I thought he might push me away again, retreat behind his cruelty like a wolf retreating into its den.
Instead, his other hand came up to cup my face.The touch wasn’t gentle.It was possessive.His thumb pressed against my cheekbone like he was memorizing the shape of me.
