Page 34 of Lost Petal

I nod. “Correct. That’s where we’d start.”

She can’t hide the terror that washes over her at the prospect of being subjected to something worse than the basement cell. Visibly fighting to maintain her composure, she swallows hard, taking a deep breath before she says, “And if I obey, I get more... treats?”

She spits that last word as if it were an insult, wrinkling her nose to add to her display of disgust.

“That’s how it works,” I agree. “Though I would argue that some of the things I ask of you aren’t all that bad. Ain’t that right, Petal?”

She blushes in an instant, understanding exactly what I’m referring to. Her orgasm was real. And not only that, it was intense and breathtakingly beautiful, not just for her. I could feel her muscles spasm out of control, clenching around my finger while her climax took over, culminating in a rapture that was more than even I had expected.

It was everything I could ever ask for. She was so lost, so detached from everything that surrounded her, so elated and dazed with unbridled bliss. I wonder if she’s ever come like this before, and it torments me that I will never know.

Seeing her like that drove me mad to a point that was almost unbearable. My cock was so hard that the tension grew painful as it stretched its fabric cage. I’m still hard, my entire being still throbbing with desire for her, and I know it won’t go away until I’ve finally had her. I need her sprawled out beneath me, crying and calling my name as she explodes again and again, wrapped around my cock in various positions.

But not yet. Not as long as she still looks at me with that confused fear.

She needs to grow addicted to me as much as I’m already addicted to her.

She needs to want it.

“You tricked me,” she whispers. “You put something in my food, that’s why—”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I cut her off, closing the distance between us and grabbing her so quickly that she has no way of evading me this time. I hold her face between my hands, making sure to keep her ears uncovered so she can hear me. “Don’t try to find a lame excuse for what happened downstairs, Petal. You came on my hand like a good girl, you drooled all over me, you lost it—you completely lost it. I was there. I saw it. Don’t try to blame it on anything other than the truth.”

“The truth?” She furrows her eyebrows, pouting as I tighten the grip on her pretty little face.

“Yes, the truth,” I confirm.

“Which is?”

A smirk plays at the corner of my mouth, a sign of gleeful anticipation as I’m getting ready to disclose something to her that she may not be ready to hear.

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