Page 46 of The Retaliation You Deliver
“Shut the fuck up.”
“You’ve never told anyone how it made you feel to be used like that. To be abused by someone you trusted.”
“Macie,” my name is suddenly more like a plea for me to stop talking.
“Well, now you can. I already know your dirty little secret, so you can tell me everything. You can explain how dirty he made you feel. Hell, you can even tell me that you enjoyed it, if you wa—”
“Enough,” he booms, his hand slamming down on the glass beside my head, making me flinch. “This isn’t about me.”
“You played me, Leon. You convinced me that I was crazy for thinking you didn’t have an ulterior motive and yet you did all along. What I want to know is, were you always this much of a cunt, or did he make you this way?”
A low growl rumbles up his throat at my question, at my language as his hand lifts to the nape of my neck, crushing my cheek against the glass.
“I want you to watch them watch you. I want you to look in their eyes as they see you for what you really are.”
A violent shudder rips through me at his words, but I swallow down my fear.
Those people down there are nothing. No one. They probably haven’t even seen me. And even if they do. They don’t know me. I could be anyone. I’m just a body. Just a woman enjoying her night.
Squaring my shoulders, I straighten my spine with my new found confidence.
Leon Dunn isn’t going to break me.
I survived Richard Fletcher, I can survive Leon.
He’s a pussy cat compared to the devil I was forced to live with.
His fingers brush my hip as they curl around the tiny bit of lace left covering me.
“Is this really going to make you feel better?” I ask. “Is shaming me like this really going to get you what you need? Is it the retaliation you’ve desired all these years?”
“I should have brought a fucking gag,” he mutters as he pulls the fabric from my body. “Maybe I should use this. Shut you up with your own panties.”
The image that pops into my head makes my hips roll.
“Fuck,” he barks as I grind against his hard cock. “You asked for it.”
A second later, the lace of my panties brushes my lips.
“Open.”
I refuse, biting on the inside of my lips.
“Defiant little bi—”
“Argh,” I scream when he spanks my ass so hard I feel it all the way down to my toes. “Fuck,” I mutter against the lace that’s suddenly stuffed in my mouth.
My hand immediately lifts to pull it out, but I don’t get anywhere near it because he snags both of my wrists and pins them behind my back.
The snap of leather fills the room as he pulls his belt free.
“Oh God,” I moan around the fabric
“No, baby. He’s not going to help you now. You’ve handed yourself over to the devil. And guess what?” He pauses for a beat as if I could actually respond. “It’s playtime.”
He binds my hands tightly behind my back.
I tug to see if I’m able to free myself as he chuckles to himself.
