Endorphins flood my senses at each cut.
“If I didn’t know any better”—his eyes darken with lust—“I’d say you liked that.”
I validate him with a moan.
“Yeah? You like a little pain?”
I whimper, “Mm-hmm.”
“Let me see.” He reaches between my legs and brushes my clit.
My flesh is so sensitive my body jolts when he touches me. His finger pushes inside me with a small but delectable stretch.
With a proud chuckle, he says, “Oh... You do, don’t you? Such a naughty little girl, hiding what you like from me. I prefer to know everything about my enemy. I’d punish you... if you didn’t like it so much.”
I pant when he withdraws his finger, causing my mouth to dry. I lick my lips.
He holds up his finger to show my slick arousal has covered his flesh.
“Come on... You can do better than this, can’t you? Won’t you do that for me?”
I nod and agree in a breathy groan. “Yes, Master.”
His hand disappears from my view and two fingers make their way inside me, stroking my innermost self, goading my climax out. A guttural groan escapes my lips.
“I love hearing the sounds you make.”
The pad of his thumb rubs small circles over my clit as he curves and strokes my sex. They’re steady, intentional, and in sync with my body’s orgasmic rhythm.
I thrash against his assailment, ready to surrender to his valiant strategy.
My sex clenches, and I’m seconds away from an orgasm.
Caleb’s eyes remain trained on me as he waits for my disgraceful finish. The next second, he has it.
My mouth forms an O as I unravel. I cry out as the rush floods through me.
“Uh huh.” Caleb chants raw and encouraging praise. “Good girl. That’s it. That’s what I want from you. I love watching you come.” He doesn’t ease his tortuous attention to my flesh as the orgasm rolls through me. When the sensation subsides, he withdraws his hands and sucks my arousal from his fingers. “Mmm... Is this what your pain tastes like?”
I pant audibly, gasping for breath. Not only did my enemy steal my orgasm but also my ability to speak.
He squats in front of me with devilish intent. “I want more.”
I’m hanging on his every word. If he told me to fold, I would. His voice is mesmerizing and intoxicatingly sexy. Like a starved animal, he wants to ravish me.
He lifts my leg so my thigh is angled outward. Once I’m open for him, I whimper at the temperature mixture of a cool breeze, and his heated breath whispering against me.
Silence has never been so loud. And until now, I had forgotten all about it, but he sees it. I’m so embarrassed and disgusted at myself.
“What the fuck?” Caleb mutters.
At his repulsion, a lump hardens in my throat. And the tears pool in my eyes.
A gentle pull and twist tells me Caleb is inspecting the scars on my body, even the one I’ve feared to look at myself. Out of sight, out of mind. The one across my opening.
I fail to swallow the lump in my throat, and the tears fall. I kick my leg out of his grasp.
Caleb lets me. He looks almost scared. Not of me but of what could have happened to me. If he only knew...
