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I feel his other hand on my clit again and I’m powerless to stop the explosion that’s about to go off in my body.

Just as I think I'm about to pass out he lets my throat go and I gasp in painful lungfuls of air.

Stars explode behind my eyes as I come, my pussy clamping down on him keeping his cock pulled deep inside me and I feel the hot release of him coating my insides.

I try to reach for him to feel that he’s right there, my lifeline, but my arms won’t move. My mind and body have once again separated and all I can do is lie here.

“Say it!” he growls as he pulls out of me. I wince from the sting after he just stretched me so far.

“I’m yours,” I hear myself slur like I’m drunk. I suppose I am. He’s become my addiction and I greedily take everything he offers me.

“That’s my good girl.”

The room spins for a moment as I’m rolled onto my front then I let out a small strangled cry as he thrusts into me again.

“Hush, baby, just relax and let me give you what you need.” His voice is just as soothing as the hand that’s stroking up my spine and making me melt into the mattress.

I can’t take another orgasm and my body must know that because everything goes black.

20

WILLOW

Ican hear Dean talking softly to me but I pretend I’m still asleep until I hear him leave.

I quietly get out of bed and head to the bathroom. Each step makes my pussy throb with pain. Last night was brutal and has set me back to how I felt when I was first brought here.

When I look in the mirror I see a completely different person looking back.

I look like I’ve not slept in days, my hair's a wild mess and the bags under my eyes are huge but what really stands out is my neck.

Purple bruises are forming where he choked me. I run my fingers over them and gasp when an electric pulse shoots through my body and makes my already aching pussy clench.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I notice the faint streaks of blood still on my skin. Bile rises in my throat and I rush to the toilet just in time to throw up.

Despite how unhinged he became last night a part of me still wants to believe he wouldn’t hurt me past what I can take.

I’ve no idea what my limits are but I’ve been trusting him with them.

Sometimes it feels like he knows me more than I do myself and that’s the scariest part.

After being reliant on myself for so long, handing my being over to another person who could so easily break me apart or dispose of me like I’m nothing is terrifying. Yet I still want to believe that there's good in him and I can’t deny how good it feels to be looked after.

Is that still how I feel?

I drag myself over to the sink and manage to drink some water and clean myself up before crawling back into bed. I’m trembling even though it’s not cold and I pull the covers tighter around me.

I must fall asleep because the next thing I know Dean’s sitting next to me with his hand pressed to my forehead.

“What are you doing?” I croak, my throat hoarse and dry. I stroke it as I push myself to sit up and he moves my hands away so he can see the damage he’s done. His eyes flash but I’m not sure if it’s with satisfaction or guilt.

“Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep.” He sounds concerned but I’m not going to fall for it.

“What do you think?” I mumble and end up coughing from the harsh scratch of my throat as I try to speak.

I hold my head in my hands and try to push away the throbbing ache in my forehead. I feel awful and all I want to do is sleep but Dean gently forces my head up and tells me to open my mouth. I don’t have the energy to protest and I let him put two pills on my tongue before tipping a glass of water to my mouth. I gulp it down quicker than I should and end up spluttering.

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