Page 102 of Redeemed

“A person.”

Colton reaches around me, and when he catches my nipples between his fingers this time, he isn’t gentle. He squeezes so hard that I buckle over from the pain. It’s agonizing, and he doesn’t let up while he forces me to stand up straight.

“Try again.”

My eyes close as shame twists in my gut. “I’m a toy.”

“Go on.”

“I’m… an object.”

“And?”

“Colton—”

“Say it,” he growls.

“A fleshlight.”

“And I believe there was one more thing I said?”

“I’m nothing more than a pair of tits and three holes.”

“Good. Now all at once.”

“Colton, this is ridi—fuck!”I try to squirm out of his hold as he pinches my nipples again, using his nails this time.

“All at once,” he grits out.

“I—I’m an object. A toy for your pleasure. I’m nothing more than a pair of tits and three holes for you to fuck.” Tears prick my eyes. “A living, breathing fleshlight.”

“I knew you could do it.” His voice is proud, and he pats my head like I’m a fucking dog.

With that, Colton moves back to the couch and opens his laptop. He completely ignores me while he begins typing. After a few minutes, he stops, and I realize he’s reading something on his screen. He writes something every once in a while, like he’s taking notes.

Studying for a test, maybe? Doing research for a paper? I’m not sure.

I should’ve told him I had homework to do.

But that could’ve backfired. He could’ve found out I was lying, and then he would’ve punished me somehow. Not that thisdoesn’tfeel like a punishment.

My feet begin to ache pretty quickly, and I shift from foot to foot. I feel so pathetic that I want to scream. Colton has always been good at this—at twisting me up inside until I hate myself almost as much as he hates me.

Finally, Colton lifts his eyes. He watches me for a few seconds before smirking. “I think I’ll do this at least once a week from now on. You look so fucking beautiful like this, angel.”

“I hate—”

“Ah ah, I wouldn’t say that.” He leans back, his arms spread out on the cushions behind him. With the amount of confidence he has, he almost looks like a god. “Wouldn’t want me to clamp those pretty nipples, would you? Hmm, or your clit.”

“Clampthem? What the hell are you talking about?”

His smirk widens, a predatory glint in his eyes. “God, how did someone like you manage to stay so innocent? You’ll let any man use your body, yet you still know so little about what can be done to it.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just glare at him. Whatever he’s talking about doesn’t sound comfortable. In fact, it sounds just the opposite, and I’d prefer not to experience that today.

“Yeah, I figured that would get you to shut up.”

I bite my tongue to keep myself from snapping at him. He wants me submissive, and I have plenty of practice being just that. I may have hated it, but this isn’t the same. This is temporary, and Colton doesn’t subscribe to the beliefs that Cornerstone upholds.

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