Page 117 of Cook

He lashed me with his belt again, his look hardening.

Latching my teeth shut, I swallowed down the scream. I thinned my lips together as tears burned my eyes. The pain ate up my backside. My ass cheeks were on fire. I wiggled the front of my pussy against his bed. My elbows collapsed, but I raised my chin not to hide how I fought against him.

Cook brought his belt down on my ass cheeks again, and I hissed. The leather had snaked around to grab the top of my thighs. When he whacked me again, his belt hit my lower back.

“Aim better,” I gritted out.

Again, the sting came.

And I exhaled, the steam rushing out of me.

“Maddie,” said Cook through heavy breaths.

“Again,” I begged. My pussy was so wet, and I was almost back, but I needed a little more.

He brought his belt down again. I wouldn’t be able to sit for a long time, but I didn’t care. Was that blood seeping down my slit? No, my pussy was leaking like it wanted this.

Again, he brought down the belt.

My jaw opened. My salty tears ran into my mouth. A pained sob and something that was deep in me that was finally released. It broke free like shackles falling off me.

I could breathe.

Falling onto the bed, I whispered. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Suddenly, the belt dropped to the floor, and Cook dropped to his knees beside me. For a few seconds, I didn’t move on the bed as the pain ate away at the memories, and only warmth remained. My ass burned and my pussy was breathing fire, aching to be filled.

Cook pulled me to him, cooing in my hair as I trembled. The physical pain had dissipated hazily, but a fissure opened up in my mind, revealing every past horror against me.

I trembled, and he kissed my hairline and murmured, “Maddie, I didn’t—”

“Serenity,” I said.

He stiffened. “You want to go back to Serenity?”

“Yes.” I rubbed my wrists and ankles, pulling against the rope.

Cook reached forward to my wrists, fingers twisting into the knots, but then he stopped. “Do you want to go to Serenity now?”

“Yes.”

He untied me and then brushed his knuckles across my arms. A wake of goose bumps arose in his wake. He brushed his fingertips across the side of my breast.

“Daddy?” I asked in a low whisper.

“Yes, Maddie?” He slipped his fingers lower across my body, acrossmy ribs and stomach and hips.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

It was seared into my mind. I nodded.

“Tell me you remember,” he said.

“I remember,” I said breathlessly. “Daddy.”

His fingers stopped on my ass, which I imagined was red and welted. The heat from his hand reignited the fire burning across my skin and pumping through my veins.

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