Page 18 of Broken Hearts

I squirmed with pleasure as he kept whipping me, and soon I felt like I wasn’t even in the room. I was floating, drifting, dancing on fire, my skin ablaze with raw sensation.

“More,” I cried out. “Please, sir….”

The leather tendrils kept snapping against my back, then down on my ass cheeks, and I gasped and moaned with bliss at each stroke. I couldn’t feel the nerve pain beneath my skin at all anymore; it’d been drowned out by the wonderful distraction of the whip, my body responding exactly as I knew it would.

“Yes!” I groaned, waiting for the leather spray to fall again. It never came.

“That’s enough,” Alex murmured, his hands caressing my bare skin in gentle strokes.

I moaned, desperate for him to untie me. He placed a finger between my legs, trailing it up and down my wet folds. He chuckled. “You’re fucking soaking.”

I always was after he hurt me. I couldn’t help it. It always turned me on so much.

“Please.…” I breathed, quivering with intense need. His hand slid around to my stomach, palm rubbing against my delicate skin as he slowly trailed downwards, finally coming to rest against my clit. He pressed harder, applying more pressure, and my breath hitched. I was dizzy with desire, desperate for more.

I moaned again, and Alex’s mouth moved to my left ear. “Please what?”

His hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my head back, and I whimpered. “Please fuck me, sir. Fuck me like the little slut you know I am. I need it….” As I spoke, his mouth latched on to the spot right below my ear, and I punctuated the sentence with another whimper, achy with arousal.

He uncuffed me and carried me out of the playroom, leaving me writhing in agony as I waited for him to take me to my bed. He could’ve just fucked me on the cross like he’d done on other occasions, but he wanted to make me wait and tease me to the edge of madness. Wanted to see me unwind completely, wanted to see me beg and cry for him. This was our dance of passion; I needed him to dominate me and strip me of all control, and he needed me to fall apart and give myself wholly to him as I let him claim me.

He was the only man I would let in like this. The only man I would allow to do these things to me.

He threw me down on the bed, kneading his fingers into my skin as he forced me onto my hands and knees by the edge. His touch sent arousal straight to my pussy, and he leaned down, lips marking the back of my neck as he began to grind his cock against my ass, the sweet torment of his hard body against mine making me unravel, spiraling down and down.

Finally he was in me, hard and deep, and I saw stars as he began to pound in and out of me. He was so big, stretching me so wide I could barely breathe.

“Please,” I begged, just like he loved. “Harder.”

“You want it fucking harder?” he growled, slamming into me so deep that I cried out.

“Yes, sir,” I said breathlessly, gasping as he dug his hands into my hips.

“What else do you want?”

“To be yours,” I cried. “I want you to own me. Do anything you want to me.” I knew he loved hearing things like that, and despite everything, I loved pleasing the man.

He grunted, sliding out and thrusting in again, increasing the pace until he was fucking me into a frenzy. I was so wet, so slick with need, making all sorts of embarrassing, unladylike sounds. But with Alex it didn’t matter. I felt no shame with him anymore.

He sank into me harder and faster until I couldn’t control the howls and screams coming from my mouth anymore. I barely even recognized my own voice as I shattered like glass, clenching around his cock, my head falling forward. I felt boneless, desperate to collapse, but Alex held me up and kept fucking me until he came too, shooting his release deep inside me. Then he slapped my ass and pulled his cock out, making me gasp.

I felt his cum oozing out of my pussy and coating my thighs as I finally collapsed weakly on the bed. Alex went into the bathroom to get something to clean us both up, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted to lie here for the rest of the day, covered in him.

“Are you angry at me, sir?” I asked softly when he returned with the wet wipes. Now that the pleasurable buzz had worn off, I was reverting back to all my usual thoughts.

He frowned as he dabbed at my thighs. “Angry? Not at all. Why?”

I nervously bit at the inside of my cheek. “Because I chose to stay here to help you, but I haven’t remembered anything useful in more than a week. Even when I saw Baldwin just before. You haven’t been around as much, and you always leave right after we do things like this. So I thought maybe you were upset wi—”

“Celeste.” He smiled and pressed an index finger to my lips, cutting me off. “You didn’t just stay because you want to destroy the Circle. Or for me. You stayed for yourself. It’s who you are.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my forehead wrinkling.

“Like I told you a long time ago: this is your nature. To give yourself over, let go of control. That’s why you stayed.”

I chewed on my bottom lip as he spoke, staring straight into his eyes. He was right. I didn’t just stay to help him, or because I wanted to see Dan and Justice Baldwin and the rest of the Circle dead. I stayed for myself, because as much as I loved freedom, I also loved this. I loved submitting, loved being Alex’s captive. His hostage. As long as that war between freedom and submission was going on in my mind, I’d never be able to make myself leave him.

At this point, I had no idea what would end that mental battle… or if I even wanted it to end anymore. I almost let out a sob at the harrowing realization that I may very well love being a prisoner more than I loved freedom.

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