“What?” I ask, my head falling back.
“What got you wet? Was it the pain or exposing your pussy like the sexy slut you are?”
“I-I don’t know. Pain. It does something to me. I can’t explain it. I’ve always liked it a little rough, even before everything, but now, it makes me less of a victim. My reactions are my sense of control. If I turn them from fear, then it’s not that bad. With you, the pain gives me the sense that I’m powerful. I can’t explain it. No matter how much you manhandle me, a part of me feels safe.”
Max nips at my pussy lips, causing me to jolt. “You are safe.”
“Exhibitionism, I guess, does the same thing. That came from the strip club. I enjoyed knowing that people watched me but couldn’t touch me. It’s a fucked illusion that I’m safe.”
Maxim trails the belt up my legs, letting the leather strap sit directly on my pussy. “Spread your legs.”
I don’t move, frozen by Max’s fierce gaze. He takes the edge of the leather and flicks it over the fabric covering my pussy, and I moan.
“I’ll gladly spank your pussy as hard as you want, slut, but first, I need you to open up wide and show me that sexy cunt of mine.”
Maxim squeezes my knee and then forces my legs apart before he gently places each leg on top of an armrest. “That’s better.”
I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’s going to do next, anticipating his touch, but all Maxim does is move away from me and sit back in his chair. He holds onto the belt as a warning of what will happen if I’m not on my best behavior. He’s scolding me like a damn parent does a child, testing me to see if I pass or fail.
But what he’s doing is also giving me control because he looks at me like a man who’s so desperate, he’d crumble at my feet if I asked him to. Makes me feel wanted. Makes me believe I’m sexy and that I hold all the power.
The blonde comes back with the drinks, her eyes dashing from me and the position I’m in to Max. I swear her eyes are about to pop out of her head. Max takes off his shoe and places his foot between my thighs, rubbing his big toe up and down my cunt over the fabric of my underwear.
“Cindy,” he says as his eyes capture mine.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t you think my fiancée is beautiful?”
I turn to Cindy. Her eyes narrow, and her throat swallows whatever venom she’s about to spew. “I’m not sure, Sir.”
“Of course, you are, Cindy. Weren’t you talking to one of your friends about how you’re better looking than her on the phone not too long ago? About how you can’t believe I’d want her when I could have you? I believe your exact words were ‘I heard she’s a whore passed around to a bunch of guys. No one could want used goods, especially not a man like Maxim. He needs someone presentable and respectable. Not a low-class prostitute.’”
Mortified. I’m fuckin’ mortified. Why is he doing this? This was all too good to be true. Max is another asshole, like all fuckin’ men. I try to move my leg down, but Max holds it in place with his foot and flashes me a disappointed glare.
“Sir, I…” Cindy stammers.
I want to yell and say, It’s fine, Cindy. He’ll want you over me.
Tears sting my eyes and I fight to hold them back. “Why are you doing this?”
Max drops his foot and kneels on the ground in front of me. His hand moves up to my face as he wipes away a stray, treacherous tear. “Cindy, I want you to watch Samira. She is the woman who won my heart from the moment I laid eyes on her. She was standing in a rose garden. All of seventeen, completely lost and scared. She was like an angel standing under the sun, making it pale in comparison. But Samira was as unattainable as the sun. I, and every other man on the planet, wasn’t good enough for her, but somehow she saw me. She befriended me, and I fell deeply in love with her. Cindy, when my father took her away from me, I dipped into madness. I started a hunt for vengeance, and the first person I killed was my father.”
Cindy’s eyes go wide as her head moves from Max to me. Max doesn’t even acknowledge that she’s there. He pushes my panties to the side and uses the tip of his tongue on my clit. Making slow, methodical circles, stealing moans of desire from my lips.
“I think I should sit in the back,” Cindy says, rising from her seat.
“Sit down, Cindy,” Max demands, his breath on my pussy.