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My lips part as Xander drags his dick along my face, smearing pre-cum on my skin. “Ask Maggie what she wants, boy.”

I glare up at Xander. He’s taking my humiliation to new depths, but as much as I want to deny him, I can’t. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met Xander, all I wanted was to be under his control. When I finally had a taste of what complete submission to him felt like, I experienced a peace I never imagined would be attainable.

With Xander, there’s no responsibility, no duty or expectations. There’s only calm and relief. Xander calms the tornado that rages in my mind, and tonight, he’s proven how safe Maggie and I are with him. He deserves my submission. I’m not kneelingbefore him through fear of persecution or punishment. I kneel before Xander out of devotion, trust, and respect.

I turn my face toward Margarete. Wide-eyed and breathless, her chest rises and falls, a sign of her racing heart. I’m not sure if she’s shocked, excited, or horrified. Perhaps all three. The only thing I know for sure is it’s too late to turn back now. “What would you like, Maggie?”

Margarete’s eyes bug out, and she visibly swallows. “I want you to show me how you suck him.”

Xander clears his throat, his voice full of gravel. “Say the word, Maggie. What part of me do you want Hans to suck? Your directions need to be crystal clear.”

“What do you mean?” Maggie whispers.

“Tell him what to do, sweetheart. Use your words and tell our pretty boy what to do.”

Margarete’s eyes laser into mine. “Take Xander’s dick into your mouth, Hans. Show me how you please him. Teach me.”

With my eyes locked on Margarete, I part my lips and allow Xander entrance into my mouth.

“Would you believe, Maggie, that your Hans likes to be used? He enjoys feeling worthless. Don’t you, pretty boy?”

Maggie’s scream pierces the air as Xander’s open palm strikes my face, the sharp sting making my eyes water.

Leaping from the bed, Maggie slams her fist into Xander’s chest. “What are you doing?”

“Relax, Maggie. Our boy likes pain and humiliation while being fucked.” Xander pulls out of my mouth and glares at me. “Tellher what you are, Hans. Tell her you're a pathetic hole who loves pain. Let her see you. Let her finally grasp your true identity.”

The words Xander wants me to say would be like spraying poison into the air. What he’s demanding isn’t a lie, but how Margarete might perceive me after knowing the reality of who I am and what I require has me terrified.

She flinches slightly as I grab her hand. “I don’t know how to explain any of this. If I need it to stop, it will. Immediately. Xander has never crossed boundaries. I know all this seems strange to you. I’m sure you don’t understand it and even find it horrifying. God knows I’ve had a hard time understanding it myself. A part of me still has issues with it. As much as I try to deconstruct the bullshit The Covenant fed me, a part of me will always have a foot in that way of life. But I promise you, Margarete, there is no abuse in Xander’s touch. He heals the harm that was done to me. I’m a pain slut, Maggie. Every one of Xander’s blows soothes me. Every degrading word he hurls at me numbs the pain I’ve felt my whole life. I want this, Maggie. I crave every single thing Xander says or does to me. I need it.”

I peer into Margarete’s eyes, willing her to say something.

But she doesn’t. She sits there and stares blankly.

Am I supposed to stop this? Should I continue? I don’t know what to do.

CHAPTER 14

Xander

Ibend and slide my belt from the loops of my discarded pants. Gripping Hans by his hair, I pull his head back and trace the leather belt along his neck before fastening it. “Good little pups need a leash, don’t they, slut?”

“Yes, sir,” Hans moans.

Humans put a lot of emphasis on love, but love isn’t what makes relationships work. Romantic love is a mirage of illusions peddled by dreamers. Love is a fabrication, while trust is illumination. Trust holds strong when every other part of life deteriorates. Trust keeps you believing in another person. Love is blind, but trust is all-seeing. Love can’t put your faith in the hands of another, but trust can. Religion knows it’s not a love for God it needs to instill in people, but a blind trust. But trust is easy to break and impossible to get back. Unlike The Covenant, I’ll never break this beautiful man's trust in me.

Hans and I have played before. I know what he needs and how to guarantee he gets it. Our relationship has already forged a bond created by trust. We’ve spent hours talking and putting stipulations into place, but with Margarete in the mix, everything is thrown off-kilter.

I weigh the situation in front of me. A thousand different scenarios flood my mind, and I try to navigate the outcomes of each one. With her faith shattered, Margarete will search for something new to believe in. I can’t fuck anything up if I want her to place her trust in me.

I brush the back of my fingers along Hans’ stubbled cheek. “You trust me?”

His curt nod and harsh “yes” send a chill down my spine, leaving me trembling in anticipation of what’s to come. My plan’s risky, but as they say, no risk, no reward.

Pushing my fingers through Hans’ disheveled hair, I grip the leather belt and yank his head back roughly so he’s turned toward me. Grabbing my cock with my other hand, I tap the tip of my dick on Hans’ lips. “Open up, baby boy. Show me what a good little slut you are for me.”

Hans takes the order without hesitation. His lips part wide as he takes my girth into his mouth. He’s come a long way since the first time he sucked my cock. Back then, he was so hesitant. Disgusted, even. I asked him if he wanted to stop, and he said no repeatedly. It was as if he was trying to prove to himself that he liked it. It’s different now. Now, Hans sucks cock like he’s convinced it’s the path to his lord and savior.

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