She shrugged. “Because when you make the Master happy, he invokes all your deepest desires and gives them to you.” The slight smile that toyed with her lips was unnerving.
“So, you let him beat you… because he did what?”
“Gave me her.”
More confusion swarmed in my head as I tried to process everything she was telling me.
“Her? Her who?”
She smiled shyly. “Keelie.”
Then it all started to make sense. Sort of.
“Ramona, what he did to you isn’t okay.”
She sat up, favoring her left butt cheek more than her right.
“Oh, it was more than okay, Shasta. Like I said, you just wouldn’t understand.” There was a long pregnant pause before she spoke again. “And if you’re going to judge me for it, then maybe you should find somewhere else to sleep tonight.”
“I—I—I’m not trying to judge you, Ramona, Geesh. I’m just worried about you. That shit looks like it hurts like hell.”
She shook her head. “It does, but I can assure you that pleasurable pain is different. It’s a good kind of pain. The aftermath sometimes sucks, though.”
My mind raced through all my recent encounters with Wasp, and instantly my thighs crossed thinking about the brief moment of control he had over me in that hallway. If that was any indicator of what that man was capable of, I could only imagine the dark and deranged things he could do in a bedroom.
“I thought you were a lesbian?” I questioned, suddenly focusing on other aspects of the conversation.
“I am.”
“And yet you enjoyed Wasp doing that to you?”
She nodded; her bottom lip was sucked between her teeth as she coyly looked away.
“Absolutely.”
“Why?”
She grinned. “Because Keelie tasted like a Georgia peach.”
Yeah, my mind couldn’t wrap around any of what she was saying. Everything seemed so fucked up and crazy. A few weeks ago, she was complaining about wanting to get out of here, now she was enjoying having welts put on her body?
What the fuck was happening around here?
Why was the Outlaws’ clubhouse suddenly turning into the depths of Hell?
Well, there was only one way to find out, and it looked like I needed to seek outThe Masterjust to get the answers I was looking for.
Wasp was going to pay for hurting my friend. He just didn’t know it yet. She may say she enjoyed it, but no man should hit a woman… not even if they were asking for it.
Chapter Five
Wasp
Ugh, her fake moans were exhausting.
When did they become fake?
When did she start feeling like she needed to pretend to be aroused?