I do as he says and open my mouth to suck his thumb. His filthy hand continues to thrust inside of me, and then the unexpected happens. Using the same hand, his thumb circles my clit putting pressure there as his two fingers continue to impale me. I feel a sense of pleasure, it’s something I’ve never felt before.

“That’s it, Red,” he growls into my ear while his facial hair scratches my neck.

What is happening to me?

What is this feeling?

My mind is saying one thing, but my body wants another.

“Let go and feel me.”

My breathing picks up, and without thinking, I run my hands up his muscled arms keeping myself upright as I feel wetness between my thighs.

“That’s it! You’re a good girl, I knew you would respond this way. Trust me. Feel me.” His words run through my mind, and I’m close, so close to something that I’m not sure is coming.

Is this what an orgasm feels like?

Master shifts, then he moves back, taking his fingers and thumb along with him. He stands there looking at me, he’s breathing heavy, and his eyes are now cold and piercing. “That will teach you. I will not give you pleasure tonight. You’ve been a bad girl. I will punish you by not giving you the release your body now craves.”

Hating myself at this moment, I push myself off the wall and run. I run to my room not looking back and not caring what he will do to me. Right now, I can barely stand myself, let alone him.

How could I?

How could I enjoy what he did to me?

I’m a sick, sick girl.

When I finally find my room, I slam the door behind me, locking it in the process. Not sure why I’ve locked it. It’s not like he doesn’t have the key.

I walk to the mirror and stare at myself. “How could you?” I say out loud. “One minute you hate him and are revolted, and the next you want what he’s giving you. You crave it and need it.”

Feeling dirty, I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. I remove my bra and G-string and head to the shower. Turning on the faucet, I step under the heavy stream of water and stand against the wall with all these thoughts going through my mind.

That reaction—it was physical, that’s all.

He’s an experienced lover, and he knows what he’s doing.

You hate him.

You don’t want him.

He’s just given you a sexual experience, something you have never had before. Part of me is happy that I felt something, especially after what happened to me back home when I was raped. After that night, I thought I would never feel the pleasures of lovemaking like you read about in books, but Master has now proved I can feel pleasure.

God, I felt like I was about to explode.

I can still feel my clit throbbing from his touch, but I ignore it and my racing heart, quickly washing away the feeling of his hands.

I hate him.

I want him dead.

It’s that simple!

RHYDER

I watch Paige as she sleeps. She looks so young and peaceful. We brought the girls back to a motel not far away from where the exchange took place. We need them to recover from the drugs they’ve been pumped with.

I share a room with Paige, so I can keep my eyes on her. She’s slept all night and most of the day. Tate and his boys had a plan for the other girls and left earlier with the van. I’ve been up since the early morning waiting for Paige to wake so that I can question her. It’s now midday and still nothing.