The pressure building inside me is unbearable. I know it's a dream. It has to be. But I can't wake up. I've been pushed into ice cold water without any hope of coming back up for air. I'm numb, yet I feel everything, and it's beautiful.
"I don't know what you want from me," I whisper, feeling more broken than ever. "What do you want, Dex? What do you fucking want?"
"This," he grunts. I look down, and there's a beating heart in his hand. I cry and whine and whimper, but when I open my eyes again, it's still there. Thudding. Beating. "Take mine. And give me yours, toy."
"N-No," I scream, struggling. "Get away from me!"
"I'm never going to leave you," Dex whispers in my ear. "You have a part of me now. And I have a part of you."
He clicks his fingers, and the room empties. Then it's just me and him, and I'm no longer tied to a chair. I'm on a bed now, and the room is dark and dangerous, with toys and gadgets designed to make me suffer covering every surface of the floor and walls.
"What is this place?"
"Do you like it?" he smirks. "I had it built just for you, my favorite little toy."
"What are you going to do to me?" I whisper.
"Wait and see, my little toy. Wait and see." Dex walks over to a wall, carefully examining the whips hanging from hooks on it. "I wonder which one I should make you take. The same one I got hit with when your father punished me? Could you handle it?"
"N-No," I manage. "Please don't..."
The memory of his whipping is all too fresh in my mind. The scars must be horrendous.
"Such a scaredy cat." Dex laughs easily. "Fine, we'll go easy on you. Maybe a nice leather flogger."
He picks up one of them from a table laden with instruments designed for sexual torture. I swallow thickly when I see his weapon of choice. It's dark red leather, with spiky silver studs on the tassels.
"I won't go too hard," he promises. "Just enough. So you remember what you're supposed to admit to me."
"I don't know what you want from me," I whine, fearfully looking away as he runs the tassels over my bare chest. It feels so good, I flush in embarrassment. "Please, Dex..."
"Dig deep, little toy." He grins at me, knowing he holds all the power. "Dig until you uncover all your secrets."
He forcibly spreads my legs. I watch his spit dribble down, hit my pussy and hear myself moaning when he fucks it into me with two fingers.
"Didn't even need it toy, did you? You were so fucking wet for me already, you little slut..."
"P-Please," I manage. "Don't hurt me."
"I won't," he promises. "Just give me what I want."
He begins hitting me gently with the tassles. At first it stings. But the more he increases his strength, the better the hits feel. Yes, they sting, but God, it's so fucking delicious. The leather and studs leave red kisses on my skin. I flush, hating myself when the first moan escapes my lips. Dex doesn't acknowledge it, doesn't say a word.
He just keeps hitting. Slowly, patiently, knowing he's going to get what he wants in the end, because there's no fucking way I can resist this. Resist him.
"I'll keep going, toy," he tells me gently. "I'll keep going until you admit the truth."
I keep begging and begging until my voice goes. I don't even know what I'm asking for anymore. The words are right there. I could say them right now. Because of-fucking-course I know what Dexter Booth wants to hear. After all, he's already forced me to say it before.
"Come on, toy," he urges me. "Say it. Say it for me. Admit it. Tell me how you feel. Tell me what you want."
"I need..." My voice breaks and I cry out when he hits me again, but not because it hurts. Because he's too gentle, and I want more delicious, beautiful pain. "I need you, Dex..."
"Tell me more," he demands. "Tell me everything."
"I need you." Suddenly I'm desperate. Eager to get the words out. Maybe this is the last chance I have, because it feels as if I'm being pulled somewhere far, far away from here. "I want you. I don't want anyone but you, Dexter. I love you. I love you."
"That's right," he mutters, but the sound is so very far away. "That's right, my pretty little toy, that's exactly right..."