Page 49 of Sin & Sapphire

I leaned over her, enjoying the heat of her skin against mine. It’d been a long time since a woman had interested me, or Angelo for that matter, but this one—putain—she fascinated both of us.

Ana lay there, frozen, not even taking a breath, as I leaned back. Our little captive wasn’t as unaffected as she liked to pretend.

“Sit up,” I commanded. She rolled onto her back and scooted backward, her hands darting over her stomach, as if she could hide her nakedness.

Once she was settled against the headboard, I grabbed her wrists and set them in front of her, cuffing them together once again.

“Wait,” she said. “I need to?—”

“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” I interrupted. “Do you remember the rules?”

She flushed and shook her head.

“Obedience. Speak only when spoken to. Your orgasms belong to me. Do you remember, now?”

I waited, my hands around her wrists, my head cocked.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Yes,maître.”

“Now tell me, toy, what do you need?”

“Maître, I need to pee.” She peeked up at me through her long lashes. “And to shower, honestly.”

And to dress her wounds, I noted, ruthlessly repressing the rage that shot through me at the idea of her suffering at anyone’s hands but my own.

I held out my hand to her. She ignored it, swinging her legs around and standing on unsteady feet. When she wobbled, I caught her, one arm around her shoulders, the other holding her hand, as she got her balance again after twelve hours of being chained up.

She stopped. “How long did I sleep,maître?”

“Did I ask you a question?”

She clenched her jaw, but looked away, and let me lead her to the toilet, where we repeated the humiliating exercise of the day before, this time with little complaint.

“Sit on the bed,” I ordered her and brought her the sandwich. She reached for it, but I smacked her bound hands.

“What the hell?”

When my head cocked, she flushed and pressed her full lips together.

I should have let Angelo do this instead of letting him go back to sleep. I could hurt her, break her down until she was confused and sobbing and climaxing at the same time, but kindness?

Ana winced when her ass made contact with the covers, but she pressed her thighs together. As I suspected, the pain turned her on, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it.

I held the end of the sandwich up to her mouth, and she scoffed. “I can feed myself.” She paused, then her eyes widened. “I can feed myself,maître.” Oh yes, Ana was trainable. God, she was going to be a delightful sub.

“Of course you can. But pets don’t have to.”

Her brow furrowed. “Am I a pet or a toy or a slave,maître?”

“Does it matter? Eat.”

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I couldn’t holdin my moan as I bit into the sandwich. I was so fucking hungry.

“Water,” I gasped, as the bread congealed in my throat.

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