Page 42 of Fallen Roses

As soon as the door slams behind me, Adele fixes me with a disdainful glare and hisses, “Get on your knees.”

I drop down to my usual position, my eyes riveted to the stained carpet, and she says with pure venom, “You’ve been a naughty boy.”

“I’m sorry, mistress.”

“Naughty boys must be punished before they earn pleasure.”

“Yes, mistress.”

My heart is heavy as she snaps, “Take off your clothes and kneel facing the wall.”

I do everything she says without question because I know what would happen if I did.

The first blow catches me on the back of the neck, the hiss of the whip the only warning I got. It catches the side of my ear and I bite back the groan of pain. The firsthour is usually an extreme test of resistance and pushes my pain threshold to the limit.

As she whips me hard, she throws insults my way, the cuts on my skin weeping bloody tears of the damned.

When I am cowering on the floor, she steps on my abdomen, her sharp heel inches from my cock and sneers, “Enough. Now you must prove you are worthy of my attention.”

She grinds her heel inches from my cock and the blinding flash of pain blurs my vision.

Then she lies naked on the bed and says roughly, “You may worship your mistress.”

My heart drags against my chest and I feel every beat of my heart as I stumble to my feet and stagger across, noting her lying back, her legs open, ready for my attention.

On an ordinary day, I would fuck Adele in every position, pleasure her, make her cum several times and be rewarded by her flogging me half to death for the pleasure. Not today. Not ever again and as I stand looking down at her hateful face, I say one simple, “No.”

Her eyes narrow and she whispers, “No?”

“I won’t do this anymore.”

As quick as a flash, she is off the bed, reaching for the cane and as she raises it toward me, I snatch her wrist in a hard grip and say roughly, “No, Adele. This is over.”

“Over?” She laughs incredulously.

“This willneverbe over, James, or at least until I say so. Have you forgotten that I own you? I have done sinceI took your virginity when you were fresh out of high school. I own your soul because I taught you and gave you everything. You are mine to control and always will be.”

She shakes her head and her eyes fire daggers in my direction as she sneers, “You are here because of me. I found you a job. I promoted you to CEO of my charity and for what? To become an ungrateful bastard who has decided he doesn’t want to play anymore. Well, you don’t have that right, James. You willneverown that right because you are mine to do what the hell I like with for the rest of your miserable life.”

“I said no.”

I turn away and wish I hadn’t when a sharp blow across my lower back causes me to stagger and almost fall. There is no respite either as she delivers blow upon blow, hissing, “You ungrateful piece of shit. Don’t you dare walk away from me.”

Blood is pouring down my skin from open wounds, but I can’t fight back. Mentally, she has always controlled me and to go against her physically is like a road block in my mind.

The pain is unbearable as she beats me to a pulp and punches me hard. Her finger nails claw at my face and hair and she is like a woman possessed by a demon, yelling, “How could you? I own you. Beg for forgiveness, you miserable piece of shit.”

A loud knock on the door stops her at once and she gasps, “Be quiet, they’ll go away.”

Another thump is followed by a light, “Room service.”

“Stay there and be quiet.” She hisses, dropping the bed cover over my body before grabbing a robe.

“I’ll get rid of them.”

As she walks to the door, I drag my body to the side of the bed and take deep pain-filled breaths as I attempt to clear my head and as she tentatively opens the door, she cries out as the door crashes open and hell enters the room.

CHAPTER 23

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