Page 20 of Violent Delights

“Correct,” he says. “You were very brave right now, so I think you deserve a little treat. Wouldn’t you agree?”

I assume this question is a trap, but I dare a subtle nod in response to it.

“I’m offering you a hot shower,” he says. “As a treat for being such a good girl just now. Will you accept this offer?”

I’m scared to say yes, but rejecting anything he offers so generously seems like a dumb idea.

“Yes,” I hear myself say. “Yes, Master, I would love that.”

A smile appears on his face, a smile that I would almost call loving if it wasn’t for the terrible person I know he can be.

“Good,” he says, and lets go of me. “Have your shower then.”

I don’t know why, but I was dumb enough to believe he would leave the room for this. Of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he walks over to the stool in front of the vanity and sits down, crossing his legs as he casts me an expectant look.

“You’re... staying?” I ask, even though that questions is redundant, as he has already proven his intentions.

He nods, still smiling. “Of course. I am not going to miss this, my Pet.”

I turn into a pillar, unable to move while our eyes are locked on each other. So this is what he is, a sexual predator. He is going to rape me.

But if that’s what he is after, why hasn’t he done it yet? He’s strong, way stronger than me. Instead of asking me to undress last night, he could have ripped my clothes off and taken what he wanted from me. But all he did was threaten me by ripping my pantyhose. He pinned me down, and scared me, but he didn’t do anything. When I didn’t oblige his wishes, he simply left the room.

And now he’s not lifting a finger either. He sits a few feet away from me, reveling in my struggle.

It’s hard to ignore the warm tingling between my legs when I begin to undress in front of him. His eyes flicker with approval as I finally surrender to his wishes.

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