Page 61 of Master of My Heart

“Uh-huh,” she moaned, then yelped as he thrust upward and pushed her down onto his cock at the same time. She squeezed her eyes shut at the unexpected pain, determined to hide it from him. She’d thought she was ready, but her body must have been slower to react to her desire, since it had been a couple of weeks of enforced chastity.

He leaned back and studied her face. “Did that hurt?” he asked, face impassive.

She couldn’t tell from his face if he wanted it to or not, but his emotions said he liked the idea. She nodded, and the corners of his mouth turned upward slightly.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea after all, but she was here. He was inside her. She couldn’t stop him.

He buried his face into her neck as he fucked her hard, pressing her against the wall and thrusting into her. She felt the pleasure in the pain, as she’d learned to do expertly over the last several years, and let him do as he willed. She was certainly used to that. And he was clearly used to doing as he pleased.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, sliding out slowly and thrusting back into her tight channel.

She felt every inch and concentrated on the good feelings. He dug his fingernails into her ass and rammed into her harder and harder. Suddenly, her world exploded with stars, blinding her as she came hard, quivering around him as he throbbed deep inside her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, chest heaving and body shuddering. “Yeah, I think we’ll definitely do that again.”

She winced as he slid out of her, but smoothed her face as he looked at her. She looked away, but he grasped her chin and kissed her hard. “Why don’t you clean up your mess,” he murmured against her lips and pressed down on her shoulders. She swallowed, knowing he wanted her to lick his cock clean. She hated doing it, but many men, especially powerful ones, liked it. Ramon’s brother loved it.

She let him push her to her knees and immediately took him into her mouth. Along with their cum, she tasted blood. Her blood, she assumed, but didn’t say anything. He twisted his fingers into her wet hair, pulling it slightly. She wondered if he did it intentionally. He seemed to want to hurt her just enough to make it seem like an accident, but when she didn’t say anything, he pulled tighter, making her grunt.

She looked up at him, still with his cock in her mouth, and saw the challenge in his eyes. He was testing her, seeing if she would fight back. The boldness that had emerged earlier in the bathroom was gone, replaced with fear of what he’d do next. She didn’t know what to do. Would he hurt her if she tried to fight back? What right did she have to fight back? She’d invited him into the shower with her. Begged him to fuck her. How could she say anything to stop him now? She was his to do with as he pleased.

Would he tell the other dancers she’d seduced him? Would he tell them what a whore she was? What would they think of her then?

She had to keep this from them, especially Jayson and Martin. Martin didn’t approve of that sort of thing. Jayson would think badly of her. He’d know for sure that she was a whore. No. No one could find out what just happened.

She looked away and felt Aiden smile. She’d lost the challenge. He pulled her up by her hair and pushed her against the wall again, facing away from him. He shoved her cheek against the hard tile. The falling water echoed in her ears.

“You like being controlled,” he whispered into her ear. “I knew it the moment I saw you.” He slid his hands down her back and slapped her ass. She winced. “You play all innocent and have the others wrapped around your finger, thinking you’re all pure, but you’re really nothing but a pain slut, aren’t you?”

She tried to shake her head, but he smacked her ass again.

“Tell you what. I won’t tell anyone what a slut you are as long as you do as I say.”

Sabrina closed her eyes, defeated. She was fairly certain he didn’t have a cruel streak, but he did like to be in control, which included some pain on his partner’s end. She could handle that. At least she’d have sex a couple times. Maybe get it out of her system, then go back to her life once he was gone.

What if he got bored with her and went after some other dancer? What if he tried something like this with Audrey? Or Mya? Sabrina couldn’t let that happen. None of the other dancers could handle what she could. They would be destroyed by him. How could she keep them safe?

“If I... let you do what you want, will you stay away from the other dancers?”

Aiden frowned. “Limit myself to just one?”

Sabrina shrugged nervously. “You can do whatever you want to me, as long as no one else finds out. And you leave the other girls alone.”

“Whatever I want? What if I want to beat you?”

She let out a ragged breath. “I can handle it. They can’t.”

Aiden looked at her as if he couldn’t quite believe what she was saying. “I don’t get off on beating women.” He tilted his head. “Let’s see how tonight goes, then I’ll decide.” He pushed her under the water. “Finish cleaning up and we’ll eat. Then I’ll see if you’re worth it.”

*****

Aiden dropped her off at the apartment early the next morning after deciding to accept her offer. She was exhausted, achy, and knew she only had about an hour before she had to be back at the studio for a full day of dancing. She leaned against the wall of the elevator, wishing the night had gone differently, but there was no going back now. She’d walked right back into what she’d escaped from only a few weeks ago. The only bright side was that Aiden wasn’t cruel. Creative? Yes. Self-centered? Absolutely. But cruel? No. She could handle a few months of being at his beck and call in order to keep him away from the other dancers.

She unlocked the door to the apartment and walked inside, closing the door silently behind her.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

Jayson stormed toward her, eyes blazing and fists clenched.

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