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Violet

My forehead connected with Maverick’s stomach. My legs shook as I tried to hold myself up. Tried to pull myself together. But there was no returning from where he’d taken me.

A place where pain and pleasure were the same. Where the past and the present mixed. But this time, the outcome was better.

It wasn’t over yet.

I gasped as Maverick fisted my hair, yanking my head up. My body screamed and ached from being in this position for so long. But I was powerless to pull away.

I must be a masochist because I wanted to see what he’d make me do next. See what I could take.

“Clean up the mess you made, belladonna.” My thighs spread even wider as he pulled me across the workout bench.

I was on my toes now, still straddling him. But instead of hovering over his face, my center was pressed to his chest as I looked down at his cock. At the thick strands of cum that clung to it and his fist.

My stomach twisted in a mix of pride and something else I couldn’t identify. Shame, maybe? I lowered my head anyway.

He groaned as I ran my tongue along his skin. His salty taste coated my mouth as I swallowed it. My cheeks burned. I wasn’t sure if it was lust or embarrassment.

When it was all gone, I lifted, intending to move away. But Maverick’s grip tightened. I whimpered as his fingers press into my scalp. Again, I didn’t know if the sound came from pleasure or pain.

I tripped over my own feet as he grabbed my hip and shoved me back until I was standing by his head again. Our noses brushed as he jerked my face towards his. “You’re not done.”

The breath stuttered from my lungs as my eyes flicked across his features. Then I saw it. The glistening on his lips. My cum.

Maybe it was curiosity. Or the desire to make him happy. Maybe that’s why all of this had happened. I wasn’t sure.

But once again, I lowered my head. My tongue trailed over his lips. Our flavors turned into an intoxicating mix that I shouldn’t like. But I didn’t stop until it was all gone. Until he smiled.

“Perfect little cum slut.” He smashed our mouths together, kissing me hard enough that our teeth clashed. Long enough that my fingers curled into his chest and my hips started to rock.

He grabbed a fistful of my ass as if he needed to remind me of what he’d done. I hated myself because the burn sent a jolt of agony and lust through me. Like every hit he’d delivered, it made me want more.

I was seriously fucked up for enjoying the punishment. For craving it as I craved them.

With that thought bouncing around in my head, I broke the kiss. My throat clogged as I stood, moving back. Tears sprang in my eyes and I swiped them away. I willed them not to fall. Not to make this anymore embarrassing than it was.

I bent down, grabbing my discarded shirt. The fabric pressed into my chest as I held it through. Clutching it like it could shield me from Maverick’s knowing gaze.

I didn’t know how to feel. What to feel. Definitely depleted. But I learned my lesson. Next time I was uncomfortable, I’d use my safe word. I’d let them take care of me.

So why hadn’t I done it just now? Why didn’t I tell Maverick to stop? Because I hadn’t wanted him to. Because I’d enjoyed the mind numbing ecstasy of being in pain. That scared me. Made me wonder what was truly inside me. How broken I was.

“Belladonna.” Maverick was sitting up, facing me. His tone was soft, as if he was afraid to scare me. Nothing like the aggressiveness he’d had when he spanked me.

I couldn’t take it. Couldn’t talk about what we’d just done. Or why I’d liked it. So I spoke before he could. I did what I always did and pretended I was fine.

“Why do you call me that?” I sniffed and brushed more tears away. “You’re not Italian.”

“I’m not calling you ‘pretty lady’. It’s the flower. It reminds me of you. Beautiful but deadly.”

His words surprised me, stopping the flow of tears. I wasn’t deadly. I wasn’t even strong. And beauty had brought me nothing but pain. Beauty had expectations. Beauty attracted attention. That’s how I’d ended up in that closet.

“But I’m not.”

He stood now, closing the distance between us. My muscle tightened; an involuntary response. My body telling me I should run.

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