Page 7 of Hard Limits

This man was a stranger. A man with specific sexual tastes that could break me. Tastes I’d never in the world thought I would ever want to indulge in. I stared at his hand, focused on his touch. It had been so long since I was touched so warmly. So long since I’d felt the heat of another against my skin.

My body could only remember the beatings given to me by Shane. Every now and then, if I was lucky, instead of a beating I’d get violated instead. The act had become so normal to me, that he’d conditioned me to wait for him, like his “good little girl.” As soon as he’d walked through the door I was expected to be bent over the kitchen table. At times he would simply spank me without a word, leaving me bruised and battered on the floor. Other times, he’d come in, raise my skirt, and stick his dick into me without any warning. Three minutes, that’s all he ever lasted. And I’d grit my teeth from the pain of his girth entering me while dry, the friction was brutal as he got his kicks off.

It was obvious he enjoyed hurting me, my whimpers of pain turning him on. And if I yelled out of shock, he’d cum instantly. After he was done, he’d zip up, slap me on the ass, and leave me there. It was one of the rare moments of peace I had as I’d hear his heavy footsteps head up to the bedroom. Within minutes he was on his back snoring. That’s when I’d lock myself in the bathroom, the painful throb between my legs reminding me of my brutal reality. I had been smart enough to have gotten myself on the pill, I didn’t want to bring a baby into that horrid world. And as I would sink into the hot bath, I’d softly cry as the water would soothe my sore body.

Since I’d left him, I wanted to feel something more. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I wanted to forget. Being a part of Edge was my first step into healing. I realized that not all men were like Shane. Not all men abused, not all men got their kicks off by harming you. There were ways around it, and they cared for their women. As much as the scenes around me aroused me, what interested me were the relationships. I was curious at how such brutal scenes could be played out with such love. Both women and men fully trusted their Dominants and Mistresses. To feel that trust for someone, to give in like that. They were spanked, flogged, broken, yet they loved one another unconditionally. I watched enviously at how delicate the masters were with their subs, especially after a scene. How they held them, protected them. And I wondered if that could be possible. I wanted to know what it would feel like to be held in that way. To be cherished.

I stared at this man’s powerful frame and I faltered for a moment. I was about to put my trust in the hands of this stranger. I was definitely a glutton for severe punishment.

We came to a door in the far back hallway. Micah had brought me to these rooms before, but I’d never actually seen what goes on in them. The sounds that came from within them startled me. They were sounds of pleasure mixed with pain, secrets that unfolded between two people, or three. He froze before me, his shoulders slumped over, his head hanging low as he let go of my hand. I stood there, not really knowing what to do. He was contemplating, I could sense his hesitation. Something was bothering him.

“I-is everything okay?”

He whipped around, grabbing my arms and holding me there. His force surprised me, and instinctively I took a step back. But he didn’t let me go, he simply dragged me towards him.

“I won’t hurt you,” hearing the anguish in his voice only made my uncertainty heighten.

“Do you understand me? I won’t hurt you.”

My eyes met his and I suddenly missed his hand in mine. I wanted to trust him, I just didn’t know how. “I’ve heard that before. The last man who said that to me nearly left me for dead on the kitchen floor.”

He gripped me tighter and I winced, my response was to expect for him to harm me. “I know.”

Those two simple words made me freeze.

He knew?

How could he possibly know?

My eyes flew open and I realized that he’d come here for me. That he had known who I was from the start. Is this how it was going to end. In the hallway of a BDSM club. At the mercy of a murder.

Before I could run, he swept me up into his arms and swung me into the room. Slamming the door shut, he turned us, pressing me against it, his body caging me in. His hand covered my mouth before I could let out the scream that had built inside of me. This was it, this was how it ended.

I struggled against him, clawing at his leather jacket as I fought to get out of his grip.

“Goddammit!” He growled and stepped in closer, grabbing my fists and slamming them up against the door. One hand gripped my wrists tightly, the other covered my mouth. His large framed consuming mine as I shook in rage and fear.

How could I have been so careless? How could I have not figured that he’d been following me? I was so stupid! He was constantly hanging around, always watching, he was waiting. Waiting for the right moment to get me alone, to kill me, or to bring me back. I couldn’t go back. I wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Hold. Still.” He grunted as I tried to knee him in the groin. Instead, the movement allowed him room to shove his thigh between my legs, forcing me to lose my footage. His grip tightened on me and I froze as his forehead dropped to mine.

“I knew this was going to be a bad idea,” he murmured to himself.

Fear racked my body and all I could do was stare into the eyes of my dark future.

CHAPTER FIVE

ERIC

I didn’t mean to scare her. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But if I wanted her to trust me, I needed to tell her the truth. I meant to reassure her, to show her that that if there was anyone in this world who could protect her, it was me. I just needed to figure out a way for her to understand that.

“Please. Hold, still,” I hissed the words against the back of my hand as I held it over her mouth.

She struggled against me and by God did I enjoy that. I’d been lying in bed, night after night, imagining what it would be like to have her in my arms. To have her squirming in need as I tortured her sweet pussy with my mouth. I wanted to know what her moans tasted like, what a whimper of my name would entice as I slid into her.

Having her struggle against me, the feel of her breasts smashed up against my chest, her soft breaths tickling my hand, it all felt so real, so fucking perfect.

“Keep still, baby girl. I don’t want you to harm yourself.”

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