Apollo whips me with the belt again, and although I want to turn around and fight him from doing so, I know I have no choice but to lie there and take it. I reach for a pillow with both of my hands and squeeze tightly as the next blow comes down harder than the one before.
“Do you understand I expect complete submission tonight?” he asks as he licks me with the harsh sting of leather again.
“Yes,” I answer between clenched teeth, though I have no idea what is going to happen tonight, and why it seems so important to him.
“Do you value your life?” he asks as he whips me again.
“Yes!” I cry. “Please!”
“Then never strike out at me again. I’ve lost all patience for your feisty acts.” He cracks the belt against me again, this time to the awfully sensitive spot where my ass meets my thighs.
“I won’t do it again,” I say as I struggle for air. Between a still sore throat, and the belt lashing, I can barely squeak the words out.
“Good girl.” He tosses the belt to the side of the bed. He replaces the belt with the palm of his hand and begins caressing my burning flesh with the gentlest of touch.
I hiss in response, yet my body hungers for more. Self-hatred suffocates me from how my body reacts to this assault. Everything deep within me knows the sizzling electricity coursing through me is wrong and yet, I want more. What exactly that “more” is, I’m not sure. I just know I need more.
“Remember that, princess. Your survival will depend on you understanding you’re not in the position to fight me. You’ve enteredmyworld. And frankly, I’m tiring of spanking this ass of yours.”
I nod between ragged breaths.
He dips his finger between the juncture of my thighs, collecting the juices of my heated sex on his fingertips, and brings them to my nose. “Do you smell how turned on you are?” He raises them to my eyes. “You can cry and plead all you want, but it’s all for show. A part of you likes this.” He brings his fingers to my mouth and presses them past my lips. “You can’t deny how wet this makes you.”
He forcibly swirls his fingers along my tongue, giving me no choice but to suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting my own musky essence. I have never been this aroused, let alone known what it smells like, looks like, or tastes like. I stare into his eyes and lick his fingers clean.
The way he looks at me. The way he studies my every move…
Am I pleasing him? I want to please him…
Wait, no!
What the fuck has gotten into me?
Who am I?
Has my time in the cage actually turned me into an animal?
I should be screaming. I should be in agonizing torment, praying for death over his touch on my body any longer, and yet…
“You like discipline, you like pain.”
I shake my head with his fingers still invading my mouth. “No,” I mumble against his fingers.
“Yes,” he argues with a slight smile. “My beast likes the claws.”
Fuck. How can this be? I hate him. I hate everything about what he’s done to me…and yet I want his finger to return to my pussy and rub my clit. I want his touch. I want it more than anything. I hunger. I crave. I need. My ass burns, my neck throbs, but my soul ignites for more. I want it again.
Choke me, beat me, and please, oh please fuck me.
Harder.
Forceful.
Apollo Godwin.
He is pulling his pants down. I know. I can hear him, sense him, feel his sexual presence without even having to look over my shoulder. He will fuck me…and God help me—I will allow him to. Actually, I am two seconds from begging him to.
It isn’t a cry for help that escapes my lips when his cock penetrates my wet pussy. It isn’t a curse, or a demand for him to stop. It is a gasp of delight, followed by a moan of pleasure. My mind screams to resist, yet my body demands me to yield. He is inside me, balls deep.