“Well?” Pia purred, and I glared at her with all the hatred I could muster up in my body. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”
“For what?” I argued, and the swift slap of her whip hit my cheek, making me cry out in pain.
“I don’t like it when you talk back,” she said with a sweet smile. “Your Master might, but I don’t. So, what do we say?”
I looked at Thorn desperately, trying to find some mercy in his dark gaze but coming up empty. I glared at Pia again and gave her what she wanted, hating every second of it.
“Thank you,” I muttered, and she smiled wide.
“Good girl,” she said.
I just knew she was loving this, and I wanted to throw up at the thought of being at her mercy. Stupid bitch.
“You are so pale,” she said, tsk-ing as she walked around me. “You need to get some color, little girl. Skin this pale doesn’t suit you.”
I bit back a nasty comment and waited for her to go on. She was walking in circles around me, treading on eggshells, and I wanted her to finally deal a blow. I knew she would eventually.
“I think today,” she went on. “We should put some color on your skin.”
I stared at her defiantly and she giggled like a girl.
“You know what I think is adorable?” she asked sweetly, cocking her head at me, then leaning to whisper in my ear, glancing at Thorn to make sure he wouldn’t hear her. “That you still think this is your endgame. That you still think you’ll end up with him.”
I got up, anger making my chest rise and fall quickly. I was taller than her and probably stronger. I looked at Thorn for confirmation I was free to attack her.
He got up from his chair and walked closer to me while Pia laughed, twirling the whip in her hands.
“Give it to me,” Thorn demanded, and she gave it up reluctantly, grinning in my face as she walked away, filling me with relief.
“Too bad we don’t get to play,” she told me. “I would have had fun marking you.”
“Bye now,” I said sweetly and watched her walk out of the playroom.
The relief of knowing Thorn wasn’t going to let her play with me was only there for a second because I realized I still had an enormous man in front of me wielding what could be used as a weapon.
“Are you going to apologize?” he asked thunderously, and I shivered under his watchful gaze.
“Sorry,” I bit out and felt the whip bite into my skin as he lashed my tits and I cried out.
“Properly,” he growled at me. “Or don’t even fucking bother.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, my eyes burning as I stared at him.
Another lashing of the whip, another soft little cry.
“Better,” he said. “But not quite there yet. Tell me…”
He grabbed my throat and turned me around, my ass against his crotch, my body shivering from the sudden contact.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Rose?” he asked in my ear. “Do you want Master to make your body weak? Do you want to be forced?”
“Yes,” I breathed, not taking a single moment to think about it because I didn’t need to. “Yes Master, please. Yes!”
“Good girl,” he said sweetly. “Now apologize properly.”
His fingers dug into my crotch, two of them slipping deep inside me and making me gasp out loud.
“I’m sorry,” I said with a gasp. “I’m so sorry Master, I’m sorry I was bad.”
“And?” he taunted me, his mouth at my ear. “What else, my Rose?”
“I’ll be better,” I promised desperately. “I’ll be the best girl for you.”
“Beg for what you want,” he went on. “For what that whore body needs.”
“I need you,” I whispered. “I need you fucking me, I need you inside me, I need you to own me. Please, Master… Show me I’m your property.”
“My fuckdoll?” he groaned. “My little plaything? I get to do anything I want to this sexy little body, don’t I?”
He squeezed my pussy in his palm and I cried out, desperate for more.
“Anything you want,” I promised him huskily. “You can do anything, I’ll let you.”
“Let me?” he laughed into my ear, his breath tickling the nape of my neck as his fingers kept exploring, going deeper and deeper inside me and making me gasp louder. “You’ll fucking beg for it, won’t you Rose?”
“Please,” I said. “Do it. Hurt me. Fuck me. Take me. Use me.”
He walked me over to the bed and forced me down, my legs on the floor and my ass up. I felt hot tears springing to my eyes, not because I was humiliated or in pain, but because I felt such unbelievable relief that he would finally do it. Take over. Make me his own little toy, only used for his pleasure. I loved his dominance. I was addicted to his darkness. And even though I knew he would end up destroying me, I also knew I’d always come back for more.