Page 68 of Violent Cravings

Chapter 38

Laura

Fuck.

As soon as I sense his presence, I jerk up from my position, just like anyone would when they're caught masturbating. First and foremost, I'm ashamed, but I also fear the repercussions of being caught. I was warned never to use the toys without him being present, and I wasn't allowed to come without him.

I knew this, but I still couldn't help myself. He's never left me in such agony, so bewildered and aroused, so dazed with lust it was torture. I didn't expect him to return this quickly, or maybe I've just become really bad at sensing time.

I crawl back on the bed and toss the vibrator aside, as if that would reverse my transgressions. He steps closer, shaking his head and regarding me with a dark smile, and I gather up the blanket to wrap it around myself in an attempt to protect myself from him.

He laughs at my effort.

"You should be scared, doll," he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed about two feet away from me, his back turned halfway toward me. "You're lucky that I'm so easy to amuse and be appeased with you."

He taps the space right next to him, beckoning me to come closer.

"Come here," he whispers without looking at me. "Let me touch you."

I hesitate for a moment, but then realize any reluctance will only worsen my punishment. I cast the blanket aside and slowly scuttle over to him, cautiously coming close to him.

He turns to me. His expression is unhappy, and when he reaches for the ring on my collar, I can sense why. He pulls me closer, until my naked body is pressed firmly against his.

"Why did you leave me like that?" I ask. He averts my seeking gaze, only wrapping an arm around me to keep me close. He pulls me closer, as if worried I‘ll run away any moment, but he still avoids looking at me.

This is new. Usually, I was the one to divert my eyes, while he always insisted on fixating his gaze on me.

"Is something wrong?"

He shakes his head.

"Everything is fine as long as you are with me, doll."

His words seer my heart with a strange but welcome warmth. I don't know what to make of it, but I like what he’s telling me.

"Why is it so dark in here?" I ask. It’s a question that‘s been on my mind since he stormed into the room to fuck me like a wild savage.

"I wanted you to get some rest," he says. "Any amount of light disturbs even the the most tired, wouldn't you agree?"

I shrug. "I guess so. I was just surprised, you didn't do it the last time I was here."

"Be grateful then. Maybe I'm being a little nicer to you this time."

There's something bitter about his voice. I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. Did something happen while I was sleeping? Something that doesn't have to do with him and me? Something work-related? Did he get some kind of bad news?

"What time is it?" I ask. "Is it night?"

My question unsettles him. I can tell by how he tenses up.

"That's none of your concern."

"It kind of is, because-"

"It's not," he insists adamantly, interrupting me. "You're here with me now. That's all that matters."

I cast him a look from the side, hoping he‘ll turn his face toward me and at least let his eyes speak to me, if not his voice. But he doesn't, instead he continues to stare in front of him, the same apathetic expression on his face.

"Are you sure you're okay, master?" I repeat my earlier question, my voice soft and conveying understanding and acceptance. I'm addressing him the way he wants me to, knowing it usually results in the response for which I’m hoping. Information, mercy, a reward.

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