sorry and I love her and I didn't mean any of that shit." I nodded, with eyes wide, hoping he would now come up with a convenient list for that.
" Ah, I bet you do. But you can't do that man," he slapped the table with his palm, "so stop thinking that way! Start thinking like a Top Dom…" he wrote vehemently then slid the pad to me, "….and not like a pussy. " That last word had a strange Italian lilt, taking the sting away. Find romantic things that say I'm sorry.
" You're right, I need to Dom the fuck up." I thought about ways to tell her that without actually telling her. "I can't lose her." I looked at Steve. "I want to spend the rest of my life with her."
****
How could Lucian say that? I looked at my ears in the mirror for the hundredth time. I'd been told by every person on the planet that I had tiny ears. This made no sense. He was lying. But why? To hurt me? Make me jealous? But why? Was he…finally realizing what I was? Or more like wasn't?
And he wasn 't even sorry about it. That said it all. He'd meant it. Like it was nothing special. And now I had that stupid text to do with him. He was going to hate it. Or maybe he wouldn't.
The door opened and I spun around, clutching the bathrobe tight at my chest. I pointed to the bed. "Text is right there. Read it and weep."
He walked to the bed and picked it up. I watched his face, waiting for the torment, the anger. Nothing was there. He just leveled a cold gaze on me. "Where do you want to do it?"
Pain stabbed my chest at his cool tone. I swallowed and looked around. "The bed is fine."
" Get to it. On your stomach."
I walked to the bed and disrobed and laid down while he rummaged in the drawer with the supplies.
He returned and tied my wrists together over my head with plastic cuffs. Then he did the same to my ankles.
" Fifty lashes, love. Hold on tight."
I gritted my teeth as he began, fighting to hold on to my anger. But every lash stripped it from me until I was cocooned in a world of agony and pain. But it was the one in my soul and chest that hurt more than anything. The physical was nothing. In fact, I was numb.
He whipped me quickly, seeming to not spare an inch of flesh, his licks that of an angry Dom. Who was this man? Where was my Lucian?
The whippings finally stopped and in silence he untied me. I waited for him to console me, prepared to reject him. But by the time I sat up, the door slammed shut. And he was gone.
Chapter Ten
I stormed over to Steve's room and pounded on the door. When he opened it, I hurried into his bathroom and shut the door. I got out of my clothes and turned on the water, setting it to only hot. I got under the spray and gritted my teeth as the water burned my backside, burned my skin nice and fucking good.
She hadn 't made a sound. The memory of the last text I'd gotten enraged me. Don't show remorse on your next sex assignment.
My chest grew unbearably tight as I fought to not see her body covered in red marks that I couldn 't soothe. I was allowed aftercare but there was no fucking way I could not show remorse. God, was Steve right? Was that bitch doing everything she could to hurt Tara? Ruin us?
By the time the water ran cold, I stood trembling in the stream, the spray hitting on my burned flesh, causing another agony all its own. No remorse. How the fuck was I supposed to face her at any time and not show remorse? And what did she fucking think? Of me? I fucking hurt her and walked out!
God, please help me find a way to make this better.
Once out of the shower I put my clothes on. "I need to add something to that list. Steve flew up from his reclined position on the bed and went to the table. He picked up the pad and pen and got ready.
I realized I was the one that needed to write. "Well I might want to add the last assignment. Maybe you can check see if I scored yet." I nodded at the computer.
He flashed that weird smile before getting focused on the screen while I wrote, Google gifts that show
" Ah, I bet you do. But you can't do that man," he slapped the table with his palm, "so stop thinking that way! Start thinking like a Top Dom…" he wrote vehemently then slid the pad to me, "….and not like a pussy. " That last word had a strange Italian lilt, taking the sting away. Find romantic things that say I'm sorry.
" You're right, I need to Dom the fuck up." I thought about ways to tell her that without actually telling her. "I can't lose her." I looked at Steve. "I want to spend the rest of my life with her."
****
How could Lucian say that? I looked at my ears in the mirror for the hundredth time. I'd been told by every person on the planet that I had tiny ears. This made no sense. He was lying. But why? To hurt me? Make me jealous? But why? Was he…finally realizing what I was? Or more like wasn't?
And he wasn 't even sorry about it. That said it all. He'd meant it. Like it was nothing special. And now I had that stupid text to do with him. He was going to hate it. Or maybe he wouldn't.
The door opened and I spun around, clutching the bathrobe tight at my chest. I pointed to the bed. "Text is right there. Read it and weep."
He walked to the bed and picked it up. I watched his face, waiting for the torment, the anger. Nothing was there. He just leveled a cold gaze on me. "Where do you want to do it?"
Pain stabbed my chest at his cool tone. I swallowed and looked around. "The bed is fine."
" Get to it. On your stomach."
I walked to the bed and disrobed and laid down while he rummaged in the drawer with the supplies.
He returned and tied my wrists together over my head with plastic cuffs. Then he did the same to my ankles.
" Fifty lashes, love. Hold on tight."
I gritted my teeth as he began, fighting to hold on to my anger. But every lash stripped it from me until I was cocooned in a world of agony and pain. But it was the one in my soul and chest that hurt more than anything. The physical was nothing. In fact, I was numb.
He whipped me quickly, seeming to not spare an inch of flesh, his licks that of an angry Dom. Who was this man? Where was my Lucian?
The whippings finally stopped and in silence he untied me. I waited for him to console me, prepared to reject him. But by the time I sat up, the door slammed shut. And he was gone.
Chapter Ten
I stormed over to Steve's room and pounded on the door. When he opened it, I hurried into his bathroom and shut the door. I got out of my clothes and turned on the water, setting it to only hot. I got under the spray and gritted my teeth as the water burned my backside, burned my skin nice and fucking good.
She hadn 't made a sound. The memory of the last text I'd gotten enraged me. Don't show remorse on your next sex assignment.
My chest grew unbearably tight as I fought to not see her body covered in red marks that I couldn 't soothe. I was allowed aftercare but there was no fucking way I could not show remorse. God, was Steve right? Was that bitch doing everything she could to hurt Tara? Ruin us?
By the time the water ran cold, I stood trembling in the stream, the spray hitting on my burned flesh, causing another agony all its own. No remorse. How the fuck was I supposed to face her at any time and not show remorse? And what did she fucking think? Of me? I fucking hurt her and walked out!
God, please help me find a way to make this better.
Once out of the shower I put my clothes on. "I need to add something to that list. Steve flew up from his reclined position on the bed and went to the table. He picked up the pad and pen and got ready.
I realized I was the one that needed to write. "Well I might want to add the last assignment. Maybe you can check see if I scored yet." I nodded at the computer.
He flashed that weird smile before getting focused on the screen while I wrote, Google gifts that show
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