But this? This is deeper.
Pain digs beneath the skin and fills that fucking hollow place inside me until it spills over.
I want pain.
More.
Allof it.
Even if I won’t be able to sit for a week.
So when two more blows land, I’m panting, groaning, my breath shuddering as I whisper, “Six…seven.”
The scents of wood and sweat fill my lungs as I sink into the sting, letting it curl through every nerve.
And here’s the fucked-up part—I’m not just taking it. I’mleaninginto it.
Wanting it.
Begging for more.
Just…more.
The clank of the stick against the floor echoes in my ear before two large hands grab fistfuls of my ass.
“Ungh…fuck!” I breathe out in a moan as my heated skin absorbs the shock of his colder hands.
“Feeling better, baby?” His voice in my ear is smooth like honey but also gruff as his fingers curl into the abused flesh.
I look sideways, and my lips part when I catch a glimpse of his expression. Dark, unhinged, almost as if he’s a fucking animal on the hunt.
His breaths are deeper, not as unsteady or shattered asmine, but definitely not like the normal asshole Marcus who seems to take everything unseriously. Or pretends to, anyway.
And I like that.
At least I’m not the only one who’s acting out of character.
“Why did you stop?” My voice is lower than I intended.
“You want more?”
“Isn’t that the fucking point?”
“Shh.” He buries his nose in my hair, nuzzling softly, inhaling audibly.
My skin prickles, goose bumps erupting on the surface, screaming at how wrong it feels.
Wrong? No.Foreign.My head is slowly fogging up, as if it’s abandoning me, too, and I can’t stop the subtle dissociation?—
“Breathe.” The single command yanks me out of my jumbled thoughts. “Like me. See?”
His chest is glued to my back now as he takes long, steady breaths.
In. Out.
In.
Out.
