Page 87 of The Assignment: Room 3

“Celest!” He comes hard, a sheen of sweat forming as we ride out the aftershocks together. Flex presses his forehead to mine before peppering my face with little, loving kisses. A pang of sadness and guilt takes hold as I relinquish my vice-like grip and set my feet on the floor. His shirt is stuck to me, but I tug it closed, suddenly too exposed. Not my body, but my heart.

“I should go.” I force myself to stare at the floor. At anywhere but his gaze.

“You’re not going anywhere, pet.” He reaches for my chin, intent on making me say it to his face.

“Let me go, Flex.” I’m overwhelmed, my release having taken everything I have to give. My mind—it’s in ruins.

“No. You willfully defied me up there tonight. I told you, you needed permission to engage with anyone else while I’m in this club. Do you think it makes me feel good when you offer yourself up to not just one Dom but two?”

“Your ego is bruised. Poor little you.” I try to move, but he cages me in, his dick still hard and his fly open.

“Get on your fucking knees, pet.”

“I’m not your pet.”

“When I tell you, you’re mine, I fucking mean it. Get on your knees.”

“Yes, I am yours because my traitorous body craves you, and my dimwitted heart betrays me.”

“So everything you said when my cock was inside you meant nothing?”

“Give me a break, Flex. You marked your territory. Now you can go back to your new girlfriend, confident that you’ve scared off any Dom who might want me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I know, the thought that a Dom might actually want such a blatant whore is laughable. Do as you want. I’ll just be here waiting for you to fuck me when it takes your fancy. I know my worth to you, Flex. For you. For the others who’ve come before. And those who broke me. I’m a willing cunt.”

He seizes my wrists, hard enough to hurt and with no room to break free. “You’re not a fucking whore.”

“True. If I were, I would at least get paid for fucking you.” My bottom lip begins to tremble as tears spill down my cheeks.

“Don’teversay those words in my presence again.”

“Just let me go, Flex. Haven’t I been humiliated enough?”

“It’s humiliating to be loved by me?”

What did he just say?“I knew you could be an asshole, but that’s unnecessarily cruel. I’m leaving.”

“Like hell you are. What is cruel about it? I’m in love with you, Celest.”

“Don’t.”

“Why won’t you let me? Give me one good reason, and I’ll let you go. Otherwise, get on your knees and keep your mouth shut.”

“Because you’re with Jenna! It’s bad enough that Iletyou fuck me for everyone to see. Now, I have to spell it out for you.”

“I’m not with Jenna.”

“You’ve had a thing for her since the moment she set foot in this club. I saw you upstairs. I didn’t think you’d give a shit if I fucked someone else.” I practically spit the words, his hold on me only tightening.

“Do you know how many subs I’ve visited outside this club?”

I stare at the wall, my adrenaline pumping hard, my fight-or-flight instinct kicking in.

“One! You. Do you know how many submissives I’ve taken out on my motorcycle?”

He doesn’t wait for my response.

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