“Yeah, but not like that.” Vince lets out a bellowing chortle and his silver eyes brighten.
“It works both ways, sweetie. Just because our kink’s a bit different from yours doesn’t change anything. He’s gaining your desire to please him, isn’t he? And proving that you can trust him to make sure your every desire and need are met?” I let out a small hum in contemplation.
His words sink in as he strides out of the room, but I end up focusing on a single question.
How can Devin be ensuring my every need and want are met, when I don’t even know what I want or need anymore?
Lizzie
“She called you a broken wolf.” The cool air slips against my heated skin at Caleb’s words.
He said he would take my pain and turn it into pleasure. We decided together… but this is different. If only I snap my fingers, it all ends. I know that much and hearing him repeat the words, broken wolf, has the thought at the forefront of my mind.
I’m naked, on my knees with my head and chest lying on the foot of our bed. I hear Caleb unbuckle his belt and a flood of mixed emotions dries my throat and makes my hands tremble while simultaneously heating my core. “You didn’t defend yourself. You hid your emotions and blew it off as though it doesn’t matter.” He bends down with his mouth at my ear and whispers, “It matters. Don’t hide your feelings from me. I’ll ask you again and this time there will be consequences if you lie to me. I refuse to let you hide.” He straightens his back and runs the leather down my spine, tickling my skin and sending goosebumps down my body. “Tell me how you felt when she called you broken.”
My heart races and emotions swarm up my throat.
I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to admit how much pain it caused, how many memories resurfaced … I don’t want to think about it and make it all real again. I lived in happiness for years, avoiding the truth. It doesn’t have to be real. I don’t have to acknowledge it. Caleb’s wrong; it doesn’t matter.
“I don’t care.” I can barely give him my answer. It’s the same answer I gave him last time and the time before that. The answer I know will push him to punish me. He’ll take care of me after. And I want that. I crave it in a way that drives me to keep this going. I don’t know how to explain it. I want this over and over, because in the end, he’s going to make it better. He has to. He’s my mate.
Smack! I jump as the belt whips through the air and lands hard on my bare thighs, just below my ass. I breathe through clenched teeth, hissing at the pain. Tears cloud my vision. But I’m used to them. Just like I’m used to the pain.
“They called you broken and you don’t care?” My head is so dizzy, it takes me a moment to realize he’s waiting for an answer as he rubs the swollen, red marks. His cool touch soothes my heated skin. Caleb’s fingers are dangerously close to slipping between my legs. I’d rather he touch me there, but he’d rather whip me. Punish me for not admitting I’m damaged. Fuck him. He’s not getting that from me. He can beat me until I’m black and blue. Just like all the others. Just like Dom’s father. Burying my head into the sheets, I tell myself that’s not true. My head thrashes and the splinters of pain deepen. I know all I have to do is tell him it hurts, not the punishing blows, but the fact that I’m broken.
“You care, don’t you?” This question is spoken in a softened voice. Staring straight ahead, I don’t want to tell him I do, because then what? Is he going to make me face the past?
“No.” I brace myself, preparing for the blow that’s coming. Smack! The belt lands across my ass, making my blood rush violently in my ears.
“Why do you lie to me? Why do you lie to yourself?”
“I’m not lying!” Tears prick my eyes and I let them fall. Smack! My skin burns from the repeated strikes of the leather. I find myself pushing against the sweet sting. My pussy clenches in anticipation.
“Stop lying. Tell me how you feel.” His tone is tortured. I shake my head as tears fall down my face. Why am I lying again? I can make this stop. I can stop this by just admitting the truth. I shake my head harder. I don’t want it to be real.
“She called you broken. How does that make you feel?” I keep refusing to answer. My body trembles as he gently runs the leather across my tender ass. “Answer me!” He’s going to belt me again. But I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want this anymore. My skin is hot and sensitive, each smack bringing me closer to the edge of something else. That’s all I want. I want to fall off the edge.