I followed him to the back of the house and down a set of stairs to what I assumed was a basement. He flicked on the lights as we continued down, and when we reached the very bottom, he pulled a switch which lit the entire open space.
I turned from one side to the other, taking it in. White walls, concrete floors, and four lanes separated by what seemed like glass dividers, stretching from where we stood all the way down to the end of the basement.
My lips parted. “What is this?”
He stepped in next to me, and in his palm was a gun.
“You first training,” he started then held the gun out to me, “I’m going to teach you not only how to shoot a gun, but to aim and not fucking miss.”
I swallowed hard. I’d never held a gun before, let alone pulled a damn trigger. “I can’t.”
His eyes darkened. “I haven’t hurt you since the night I hung you from my four-poster bed.” He took a step closer, his tall frame towering over me, intimidating me…scaring me. “Do not force me to hurt you again, because if hurting you is what it takes to make you realize what you’re capable of…I’ll do it.”
From the look in his eye and the way his jaw ticked, I knew he wasn’t bluffing. The man in front of me now, holding the gun, was not Antonio. He was my master. And he was demanding my submission.
My hands were shaking as I slowly reached for the weapon. The second my fingers touched the cold metal, my gaze shot up to his, and the corners of his mouth turned into a wicked grin.
I took the gun and wrapped my fingers around it. Oddly, it didn’t feel uncomfortable holding the weapon in my hand.
Antonio’s mouth curved slightly before he reached for a pair of black earmuffs and placed them over my head, but leaving one ear only half covered. He did the same with his protective earmuffs.
“Now,” he pulled me close, my back against his as he folded his hand over mine holding the gun, “wrap your fingers around the gun and place your finger gently on the trigger.” He spoke near my ear, and I held my breath, his hand firmly placed around mine. He wrapped his other hand around my waist and pulled my back flush against his hard body. I gasped, his scent of wild spice filling my nostrils, igniting a flame deep inside my core.
“Hold it up.”
I was merely a puppet, Antonio lifting my hand and straightening my arm in front of me as his fingers slipped from my hand to my elbow.
Soft lips brushed against the side of my ear. “How does it feel?”
“It’s not as heavy as I thought it would be.”
“I’m not talking about the gun, Doe.” The arm he had around my waist slipped downward, his hand softly moving down my hips. “How does it feel to hold a weapon in the palm of your hand, knowing that all it takes is one flick of a finger for you to pull that trigger?”
“It feels…empowering.”
He moved behind me, and I felt how hard he was. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin while I clutched the gun in my hand. “You see the target over there?”
I nodded while keeping my eyes on the board with the black circles.
“Think about it. Pretend the target is him. Think about his face.” A hand dipped between my legs, and my eyes fell closed just for a second. “Imagine it’s Vadik standing there, staring at you, taunting you.” His voice dipped low, soft. Mesmerizing. “Imagine that the only thing standing between him and hell is that tiny trigger against your finger.”
I saw his face. I saw the crystal blue of his irises. It was so deceiving, the light color of his eyes. They seemed so innocent, so tame, but I knew what evil hid behind the blue shades of deception. I wore the scars of his evil on my body. The beatings. Countless rapes, night after night. The humiliation. I felt it. It started to flood back, and I now held the gun in both hands, aiming at the target. Him. The devil.
I felt Antonio’s hand behind my back, and then the tip of his cock prodding against my ass through the thin fabric of the sweatpants I wore.
“Do you see him?
I clutched the gun tighter. “Yes.”
Antonio’s hand moved as he rubbed his cock behind me. “What are you feeling right now?”
My tongue darted out, licking my dry lips. My stomach tightened, my insides fighting for a way out. “Hate. Rage. Fear.”
His hand gripped my hip. “Fuck fear. You’re the one with the upper hand here. You’re the one holding the gun. There’s nothing to fear. In fact, he’s the one who’s fearing you right now.”
The thought sent a rush of adrenaline up my spine. The thought of the roles being reversed. The thought of Master V…Vadik fearing me. It felt good. It made me feel strong, galvanized, and roused. Suddenly, I was thinking about how many holes I wanted to shoot through his vile body. A body I felt against mine too many times. A body that desecrated my own.
Antonio slipped his hand down my pants, pulling it down just enough to expose my ass. I shuddered when I felt the skin of his cock against my flesh. It was too much. Too many emotions running through me at once.