Page 30 of Under Fyre

“But we don’t always get what we want, do we, Toy?” I drop the bag on the floor, and turn to face her, slowly walking closer as I start unbuckling my belt.

She shies from me, pushing against the mattress as if she’s getting ready to bolt.

My belt comes off, and I fold it slowly in half. Her eyes go wide, and a fresh wave of tears sparkle along her lashes.

“Don’t ever call me by my name again.”

She nods quickly, sending a single tear racing down her cheek. “Then wh-what should I—”

I snap the belt over my palm. She jerks, scrambles into a sit, hugs her knees.

“You won’t address me. Period.”

I’m almost at her side. She curls tighter and tighter like she’s trying to burrow inside herself.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Ye—” She cuts off, her eyes going wide, but it’s too late.

She doesn’t even have time to raise her hands to protect herself before the belt snaps over her naked thigh. The sound sends a chill through me, but Charlotte’s scream does something entirely else.

“You won’t ask me another question,ever.” Another blow, this one to her other leg.

She throws herself to the side, grabbing at the sheets to pull herself away. I snatch her ankle, drag her back.

“You won’t beg. You won’t plead.”

The third blow goes right over her plump little ass. She howls and goes limp, her body lined up so perfectly for a fuck. I’m already undoing my fly before I realize what’s happening.

“The only time you’ll speak,” I growl as I grab both her ankles and wrench her legs apart, “is to thank me for deigning to fuck your worthless pussy.”

I shove two fingers inside her cunt, and have to bite back a groan when I feel how dripping wet she is.

Fingers deep inside her, I drop the belt, grab her ass cheek, and sink my fingertips into the bright red slash on her skin.

She gasps, pushing up onto her elbows as her back arches.

“Do I make myself clear?”

She turns her head a little, white teeth clamping down so hard on her bottom lip I’m surprised she’s not drawing blood. She gives a small, quick nod.

“Am I not fucking you right now, Toy?” I move my fingers in and out of her, so slow, so fucking gentle, her pussy starts clutching me.

Her lips part, and she splutters out a broken, “Th-thank you.”

Then the tears come. She collapses, her body convulsing with each heaving sob.

I should be wrapping her in a blanket, swaddling her like a child, cooing at her until she feels safe and comforted.

That’sthe plan.

Fingering her until those sobs turn into moans, it’s not in the plan.

But I fucking do it anyway, because I’m driven by something I don’t understand, something I can’t fight…I desperately need to witness her unraveling.

And when I duck my head and run my tongue over that raised stripe where I hit her with the belt…that’s exactly what my little Charlotte does.

Chapter Fifteen

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