Hissing, I narrowed my gaze and locked her arms above her head.
“You love what I do to you, don’t you, Cry Baby? You need me. I am your master.”
I shoved away from her.
I can’t hurt her.
And she knows it.
“Fuck you. I am owned by no one,” I growled.
“Aww,” she purred, her ruby red lips brushing my ear. “You hate me. You love me. You need me. Do you want a punishment or a reward, my beautiful pet? Stop lying to yourself. This is growing tedious. Every day you try to kill me, and every day you end up on your knees.”
Before I could stop her, her sharp heels knocked me down to the ground, and my knees hit the hard concrete.
“Much better. Right where you belong.”
“I hate this,” I said through gritted teeth, salivating at her anticipated wetness when she popped the buttons to her pants and let them fall. The thin see-through panties were wrecked. “You make me…” I swallowed, forcing myself to sit on my hands, feeling my chest tighten at her beckoning. “I will kill you. I will fucking kill you.”
Her fingers traced down my face, teasing the scars.
“So hard and needy, Cry Baby,” she whispered. “And that…is why you’re mine. You belong to me. I’m yours to please. Lick me dry, my pet, until you cannot breathe. You will make me come.”
She pressed closer to me, trapping my face in her bare heat. My head screamed with the temptation and the danger.
My teeth ground together, trying to stop her claws from opening my mouth.
Rage, hunger, and need tangled in my chest while her cunt pulsed in my face.
“I will drown you in your own blood,” I muttered, unable to keep my mouth from opening to her.
She tilted her head down to look at me, her eyes dark and wicked. “And yet…you belong to me. What will you do when you are finally alone? I am your air. Sometimes it is pain, and sometimes it is joy, but always, it is life.”
My mouth followed the familiar rhythm of knowing her body. For so long, I had been on my knees for her. For so long, I had broken down to become nothing but her pleasure.
“Who do you belong to, Cry Baby?” she moaned, suffocating me with her liquids.
I licked, sucked, and swallowed all of her pleasure. I let the hate burn in my chest, my lips tight, and my jaw aching. Every instinct screamed to spit in her face, rip her cunt to pieces, and run.
And yet…
I swallowed what she gave to me, keeping my voice low but full of venom and want all at once.
“You…” I growled, listening to her orgasm. When she came down from the high, she looked at me expectantly, and I sighed, finishing the words I said every time and hated with every ounce of my body. “Mistress.”
Her smile widened as she pulled away from me, making me hit the floor as she held my chains down with her heel.
“Good,” she whispered, letting the words hang. “Never forget it.”
I hate her.
I love her.
I need her.
She’s right…
I can’t live without her.
