Page 184 of Stand: Part One
“I have,” I rasped firmly.
“Would you prefer the basement instead?”
I paused, my blood stalling in my veins at his alternative offering. Fear crept into my lungs, making it difficult to breathe as dark memories assaulted my psyche. I’d seen plenty of torture and murder, but what I just witnessed was far worse than anything I’d ever encountered. But every time I went into that godforsaken basement, I came out a completely different person, a half person.
Was that better? This woman would die by the script Darren had been given regardless of my transgressions. It was a gruesome sentence to witness, but it would be a much shorter one than what I would endure in the basement.
I sighed in exhausting defeat, resting my forehead against the cold metal table.
A soft laugh left Darren’s throat, his hand tracing down my spine, making me tremble.
“The fact that you even have to think about it is all the answer I need.” And then he lifted the back of my skirt and ripped my thong away. The sound of his belt buckle had my well-conditioned pussy clenching as he suddenly kicked my legs apart and entered me.
I gasped at the intrusion, my body not quite ready but yielding to his cock relatively quickly.
“You say I’ve made my point, but I’d like to drive it a little deeper before we move on to the next one,” he groaned, his hands on my hips and thrusting in hard for good measure. “From now on, you will do exactly as I say when I say it, or you will witness these same acts over and over again until you finally understand what obedience means.” His cock stretched me completely, plunging in and out to hit the exact spot that usually drove me insane with need.
“Ah!” I cried out, my body frozen in place as Darren fucked me into the table, that twisted pleasure building at a sickening rate.
After what I just witnessed, pleasure should be the last thing I could achieve, but that was trauma for you. Nothing ever made sense.
Darren suddenly snaked his hand through my hair and yanked my head back. “Do you understand?” he growled, keeping an even pace as my pussy clenched around him.
“Yes,” I gasped as I struggled to catch my breath.
“Who do you belong to?” he rumbled as he slammed into me, the remnants of an orgasm beginning to blossom.
“You! Ah!”
He fucked me harder, faster, driving me insane until I was moaning and gasping, desperate for release so this would end.
“Tell me you love me,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust and dominance, making me wince from the pain of his demand.
I groaned and cried, wishing I could be anywhere else but here. Wishing I had just died in the attack instead.
When I didn’t answer fast enough, he slapped me against the side of my ass so hard I almost screamed.
“Now!” he roared down at me. I flinched internally, despising the very existence of those fucking words.
“I love you,” I sobbed, my fingernails digging scratches into the metal.
Darren yanked my hair even harder. “Louder!” he snarled, his thrusts becoming punishing in their pursuit as hot tears ran down my cheeks.
“I love you!” I wailed, my body broken with the despair of my life, desperation splintering my soul.
Darren suddenly shifted his angle and fucked me straight into a tidal wave of painful pleasure, my entire body seizing and locking in place as my breath caught in my throat. I could feel him coming inside me as liquid heat filled my core, my pussy spasming around his cock until all my energy had been drained.
I flopped back onto the table the second he released my hair, my chest heaving in rapid succession. And then suddenly, I was able to move my wrists again.
But then my attention was immediately diverted to Darren’s arm wrapping under my hips and hauling me off the table. I couldn’t help but go limp as he carried me over to the cage next to Camaro’s.
Lifting the top lid, he forced me inside, my body barely fitting within its small confines.
“Darren, wait, please,” I gasped, still struggling to regulate my heart rate.
But my pleas were answered with the instantaneous tug of all my cuffs at once. My neck was yanked to the back of the cage
while my wrists and ankles were forced to the sides. I could barely move an inch in the uncomfortable position, the flaring pain in my hip from him fucking me into the table spiking down my leg.
