“I’m not horrified. I’m curious, I guess.”
“Watch,” he demands, moving me so I’m forced to look back at the screen and not at him.
The man brings the paddle down onto her ass. She hardly flinches, even though it leaves a pink mark on her ass cheek. As he repeats the action, I see her lips moving silently as she counts along with him. “Is this what you want to do to me?” my voice shakes out. “I’m not going to let you hurt me.”
“There are lots of different types of punishment, flower.” Why is there so much delight in his voice as he says those words?
“You want to hurt me?” I ask, confused.
“I want you to submit to me and trust me in every way. Yes, some of the punishments will hurt, but I will bring you overwhelming pleasure as well. Like when we stayed here last time. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
I purse my lips, not sure how much I want to give away. Yes, I enjoyed our time together. It was hot in a way I had never experienced before. But that doesn’t mean I want him to hurt me. “This is what she was talking about, wasn’t it?” I whimper.
“Who?” he growls.
“Olivia.” Her name drips off my tongue like poison. I didn’t even really get a good look at her, but I hate her. She’s his ex, and I know they had something I will never be able to offer him. Ipromised myself I would never bring this up with him, but I can’t help it. “She said I wasn’t the right girl for you, and you would get bored of me and go back to her.”
I feel his whole body stiffen under me as every muscle clenches. “You shouldn’t be eavesdropping. It’s a terrible habit that will get you killed.”
I huff out a laugh. Is he kidding me? “That’s what you took out of my comment. You’re unbelievable. I wasn’t eavesdropping, I was stuck in a hospital bed waking up from a coma. You’re the one who let her into our room,” I spit back, his authoritarian attitude getting on my nerves. And it’s nearly impossible to argue with him while I can’t even see his face and we’re sitting like this.
“If you were listening, then you know I have no intention of going back to her. What we had was in the past. Olivia is bitter I moved on, that’s all.”
I try to look back at him, but this time he moves his arm, holding me in place so I can’t see his face. The distance he creates between us gets under my skin. His every action just proves me right. “But we both know she’s right. I’m not what you need. I have no idea about any of this kinky stuff you’re into, and I’m not sure I want to know.”
“You will know what I teach you,” he grumbles as if it’s so damn simple. “Keep your eyes on the screen, flower, this is a lesson you should learn.”
Tears choke up my throat. I’m trying to be real with him, and all he’s focused on is the couple on the screen. “Jagger, I’m serious, what if I can’t be who you want me to be?”
He leans in, his lips brushing ever so lightly over my shoulder. “You will be, sweetheart.”
I will be? Is he even listening to me? But something in the deliberate way he places kisses down the side of my neck has me melting into his body, when I know I should be getting upand leaving. I don’t want his rules and his punishments. I want him, the real him, the guy who started to open up to me after he punished me and fucked me like he hated me. He’s inside someplace, but he’s only ever shown me small glimpses.
With nowhere else to look, the couple on the screen demand my attention. He has his hands gripping her hair tightly at the back of her head as she sucks his cock. It’s rough and erotic as hell, sending a pool of moisture between my legs. I don’t think I can be that girl for him.
“I won’t touch you, not yet.” His voice ghosts over my ear as his hand snakes around my front and laces around my neck, firm but not painful, like he’s just holding me in place so close to him. “Let’s see how well you can follow my instructions.”
“Okay,” I murmur, so damn turned on with just the pressure of his hard cock under me, his voice in my ear and the show on the screen in front of us. I’m not sure I want this, but I want him, and I know he comes with this whole fucked-up side of him.
“Slide your hand between your thighs and play with that perfect pussy for me.”
I groan and slide my pussy over his cock straining against his jeans, the rough pressure too good already. My hand moves up my thigh and between my legs slowly, not sure if I should be doing this or not. When I get there, I find my pussy is slick with my arousal. My fingers glide through my folds easily.
“That’s it,” he growls, and I’m sure I feel him grow harder.
I slide my pussy over him, knowing I’m making his jeans all wet, but he doesn’t seem to care, and it feels too good for me to stop. My fingers slide through my juices, rubbing over my clit. It’s swollen and so sensitive that a shiver runs right through my body. How can this be turning me on so terribly?
The couple on the TV change positions, and he has her on her back, legs spread out wide. His hand around her throat. He fucksher hard and fast. She looks utterly blissful as she cries for more, tears streaming down her face.
“Does my flower like being a voyeur?”
“No…” I lie, and his hand tightens around my throat in warning. “Yes,” I whimper. Damn it, how can he do that? Read me so well I can’t lie to him.
“You just broke a rule.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, a flush of heat coming over me.
His hand loosens its grip, sliding down my body. “You will be.” He grips my breast through the fabric of the T-shirt, squeezing. “Push two fingers deep inside that tight little cunt and then bring them up to my mouth. I need to taste you.”
