Page 23 of Broken Surrender
My chin dipped down. “No.”
He pulled me to my feet, twisting me so that I was pressed against the wall. His fingertips skimmed my back, making me shiver.
“Arch your back,” he ordered. I curved my spine, still playing with myself, waiting for his next command. A desk drawer opened. His shoes thudded against the floor behind me. I held my breath. What was he doing?
Whoosh! Crack!A searing pain stung a tiny point on my skin. My body convulsed, the pain halting me. I looked over my shoulder hesitantly, bracing my hands against the wall. Desmond was stoic, a single-tail in his grip.
“How many men will beat you at the masquerade?” he asked. “One? Two? Six?” He laughed. “You can take six strokes of my whip, can’t you, puppet?”
I gulped. A drop of sweat trickled down my spine. My back swelled where the whip had struck. My ass was still slightly bruised from the other day, and the whip’s marks would be worse.
“You said you wouldn’t let your assets be hurt,” I said. “You can’t let them hurt me.”
“Are you questioning me, puppet?” A smirk crossed his lips. I blushed, looking away. “I bet you dug through my bag too. You’re begging to be punished.”
I gulped, my body tensing. “I’m not questioning you, sir,” I whispered.
“That’s not what I hear.” He ran the corded leather over his palm. “Did you go through my bag?”
I didn’t answer.
“Lena. Oh, Lena,” he chuckled to himself. “Let me clarify: by the time the masquerade finishes, I will no longer have a need for you. You won’t be my asset.” He grinned. I closed my eyes. He was so cruel. “Five more strikes. Your punishment for disobeyingandquestioning me, puppet.”
Crack!My head pounded.Crack!I could barely breathe.
“Don’t stop fucking yourself.”
I rubbed my clit furiously.Crack! Crack!I sucked in a breath, bracing myself.Crack!I gasped, and he dropped the whip, coming up behind me. I moaned, pressing into him.
“That’s a good puppet,” he whispered. He pressed a finger into my pussy, the vibrations in my ass intensifying. “Do you want me to fuck you, puppet?”
My breathing was labored. “Yes,” I begged, rubbing my clit. “Please, fuck me, sir.” I pressed into his body and he grabbed his cock.
“Kneel,” he said. I did as I was told, facing him. He fisted his thick cock.
He pulsed, his come shooting out, covering my face. I licked my lips, each jolt marking me, making me wiggle my hips. Desmond’s eyes still hungry as a few drops landed on the floor.
“Clean it up,” he said.
Instantly I fell to my palms, licking his come off of the ground, not letting any of it go to waste. The salty come stuck to the thick carpet, but eventually, it came off. The toy vibrated in my ass. His eyes were on me. My whole body rippled with heat, my mind surging with how depraved I must have been to be licking his come off of the ground, like a greedy slut. But I wanted him so badly.
He turned off the toy, and a part of my soul relaxed with disappointment and relief.
“My puppet,” he murmured. I leaned into his leg, and he rubbed the top of my head. “Wash up. Come back when you’re ready.”
I shivered at the cool water. I had to move slowly to avoid any uncomfortable sensations. I was so sensitive. And I had known that it wasn’t going to happen tonight. I had done better, had gotten closer to earning the orgasm, but this wasn’t it. Still, my heart dropped, wanting it so badly. It was almost like approval, wanting to know that I deserved to come. No matter what hole he chose, I still wanted to feel him inside of me, for him to conquer me.
I came out of the bathroom, and this time, he gave me his full attention, like a person, and not a toy.
Everything shifted so quickly with him.
“What made you dislike playing with your ass?” he asked.
I blushed, then stared down at the wedges on my feet, but everything burned inside of me. What had happened before with Aaron, was obviously not what was happening now. Aaron had never cared about what I felt, but for some reason, Desmond did. My blackmailer cared more than my ex-boyfriend did, and that was a truth I wasn’t sure I was ready to take. My stomach twisted, but I swallowed, forcing myself to prepare for those words. I had to take back what was mine. My past couldn’t own me forever. Especially not after what Desmond had shown me.
“My ex-boyfriend,” I said quietly. His eyes burned with darkness, but he stayed silent, waiting for me to finish. “He—” I stopped, unsure of what to call it. We had been arguing about Aaron’s porn addiction, and he had made it clear that he could fuck me, but only in a way thatheliked. And I told him to prove it, screamed at him, full of anger, daring him to prove me wrong, because we hadn’t had sex in close to a year, and I didn’t believe him.
But I had never wanted to have anal sex. I told him to stop, but he didn’t. He kept reminding me that I had asked for this. And it hurt so bad. Like his cock was ripping my skin apart. A hole gaping inside of me. Like my body was alien. Like it wasn’t mine. And John, though he never used that hole, was no better. My body was a vessel for his heir, nothing more.
