A shiver zips down my spine and my blood sloshes through my veins like ice.I watch the belt come closer as Gray stretches his arms out toward me.Something inside of me screams.It thrashes and claws at my heart, making every beat painful.My knees squirm out from beneath me and I topple, my ass thudding against the floor.I flip myself onto my hands and knees and crawl, not bothering to try to get myself to my feet.My fingers grip the carpet and I yank myself toward the couch.
The velvety lounge calls to me, offering some semblance of safety if I can just get myself behind it.If I can hide, I can survive.My arms and legs move automatically, propelling me forward.My knees slip against the soft carpet, sending me careening forward.My chin crashes into the floor, making my teeth slam together painfully.I right myself quickly, tucking my arms under me.Can’t stop.Can’t stop.Can’t stop, a mousy voice chants in my mind.
Strong arms band around my waist and pull me back.I thrash and scream, my arms flailing wildly, my elbows colliding with hard muscle.A cry spills from my lips as my arms are wrenched behind me, pressed between me and Grayson with the weight of my own body.My ass crashes down into Gray’s lap.I squirm, wiggling my limbs, but can’t move.I distantly hear whispered assurances as an ache erupts in my hips.He forces my legs apart, draping one leg over each of his.
I watch the belt descend over my head, its tail tucked into the buckle to make a circle of leather.My breathing becomes ragged, each breath feeling like it’s being ripped from my lungs.The belt touches my shoulders and scratches against the skin of my throat.My vision blurs as tears burn in my eyes.They pour down my cheeks and dribble over the leather.
“P-please, Gray,” I sob.“Please, don’t.Please, m-master, please.”
Gray wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tight to his body.He runs his nose along the column of my neck and I shiver.I pinch my lips together, but it doesn’t stop the needy whine that crawls up my throat when his lips touch my neck.
“Do you trust me?”Gray murmurs against my neck.
I shouldn’t.I know that I shouldn’t.My mind fights against the concept of trusting the man with a belt around my neck, but my head bobs up and down.It’s as if my body answers for me because it can’t deny the safety I feel in his arms.
“That’s my good girl.”Gray nips at my neck, making me shiver with need.“We’re going to take back your fear, little bird.You don’t need it anymore.I’m going to protect you.I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I scream as the belt begins to tighten around my neck.The leather tightens against my skin, forcing my scream to morph into a whine.My face heats as I swallow shaky gulps of air.The tears streaming down my cheeks feel like acid.My fingers twitch behind me.I flex my nails, gouging and scraping them against Gray’s stomach.He doesn’t flinch, but cinches the belt tighter around my neck.Black spots float over my eyes, distorting my already blurred vision further.
The room around me seems to darken.My mind floods with pain and fear.Memories tear through me and I can’t stop them.Visions of my bloodied, broken body flit through my mind’s eye.My father’s voice cracks like a whip inside of me, lashing at my organs.Pathetic girl, you deserve this.It’s your fault.You make me do this to you.
Like a physical wound, the memories tear me open, baring my broken spirit.Can he see it?Can Gray see it?Can he see the damaged thing that lives inside of me?When the memories tear me open, can he see the black, gooey thing that used to be my soul?Does it disgust him?
Disgusting, just like your whore mother.
A loud thwack bursts through the room and my pussy alights with fiery agony.I look down, my vision clearing just in time to watch Gray slap his palm between my legs again.A scream explodes from my mouth as he hits me again.
“Get out of your head, little bird,” Gray demands.His voice softens and he kisses my hairline.“I need you to stay right here with me, baby.I know you can do this.”
The belt tightens around my neck and my stomach churns.I swallow back the bile that crawls up my throat and pant against the acidic burn.Gray presses his palm between my legs and my core tightens at his soft caress.His finger brushes against my clit and it pulses.I choke out a moan as he circles the sensitive nub.A dizzying combination of fear and desire swirl inside of me, making the world feel tilted and uneven.
“Just like that,” he purrs against my neck.“You’re doing so well, precious.”
The leather drags across my skin, pulling it painfully.I suck in tiny gasps of air that burn my lungs.The feeling of his finger rubbing over my clit makes me want to cry out, but I can barely muster a whimper.Gray slams his fingers inside of me and my mouth drops open in a silent scream.His fingers make a wet sound as he scissors his them inside of me.I would be embarrassed if I could feel anything beyond the floaty high of oxygen deprivation.My face would heat if it wasn’t already on fire.
Gray pumps his fingers inside of me and circles my clit with his thumb.My core tightens, my inner walls clenching around him.Some tiny voice inside of me tries to tell me that this is wrong, but I can’t hear it.I don’t want to hear it.I don’t fucking care anymore if this is wrong.I just want him.No, I need him.
I open my mouth to tell him, but he hooks his fingers inside of me and the only sound that comes out of my mouth is a choked moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he purrs, increasing the pressure on my clit.“You’re going to come for me just like this, aren’t you?”
My vision begins to fade, the edges darkening.I wait for the anxiety to grip me in its icy fingers, for fear to wash over me, but all I feel is warmth and my own desire.This want inside of me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.All I want is to please him, to be possessed by him, owned by him,lovedby him.I grind my hips into his palm, forcing him deeper.
Gray’s teeth sink into my shoulder and I groan.My hips stutter, jerking against his hand as I barrel toward my orgasm.
“Come for me.”Gray’s growled voice in my ear shatters me.I come hard, panting and rocking against his hand.I don’t even realize the belt is no longer around my neck until I hear myself scream.He slows his movements, coaxing me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
I wince as Gray releases his grip on my arms and legs.He rubs his hands over them, soothing my aching muscles.He lifts me into his arms, cradling me to his chest.I wince when his fingers brush over my neck.My skin is raw and aching.He touches me gently, soothing the sting.
He peppers soft kisses across my face.“I’m so proud of you, baby.You did so well.”
I melt under his praise, pressing my face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his familiar scent.He places something around my neck and I hear a small metallic click behind me.Reaching my fingers to my throat, my fingertips brush over metal.It feels warm, like it had been in his pocket for a while.I trace my fingers over the delicate chain, feeling them dip into a small hoop at the center of my neck.
Gray runs his fingers through my hair and presses a kiss to the top of my head.“You were made to be mine,” he says.
His.My heart flutters.I was made to be his.
