Page 39 of Broken

“Remi,” I return, taking his hand in mine.

“Well, Remi,” he coos, twisting on his cushion until he’s facing me directly. “Tell me what you like.”

“I want to hurt,” I tell him honestly, my stomach in knots of anticipation. “Then I want to fly.”

His smile widens, a gleam in his eye that should have unnerved me but instead simply made me crave it harder. This is what I need. I need a way tofeeleverything inside of me.

“Hard limits?” he asks, and it takes a moment to pull my attention back on him and away from the fantasy of Justin tying me to the bed and flogging me until I’m panting in his hands.

“None,” I tell the Dom, and his eyes widen in surprise.

“Nothing?” he repeats with a quizzical brow. “There’s nothing you want me to avoid? Nothing you hate? That causes you pain beyond bearing?”

I hate my life. I hate myself. My very existence is pain beyond bearing. There’s nothing he could do to me to make me feel worse.

“I want to fly,” I say again, and something transforms behind the man’s eyes.

“Your wish is my command,” he says, and I follow him when he places his Coke on the table. “Let’s pick your poison.”

I follow him into the toy room. Only it’s not the type of toys you’d expect. Or maybe it’s exactly the types of toys you’d expect from an exclusive high-end sex dungeon. The room is covered floor to ceiling with instruments of torture. Whips, chains, belts, rope, cuffs, paddles… You name it, and you can find it here. I saw a few of these tools used at home between Justin and Julia. I’ve seen even more of them used in the last four days.

“Do you have a specific scene in mind?” he asks, running his fingers lovingly over the instruments.

I answer him immediately. I’ve been thinking about it almost nonstop.

“Naked. On my knees, with my hands cuffed out at my sides. With this,” I say, picking up a thick leather strap. It reminds me of the belts my father wore when I was a child. When I’d do something wrong and needed to be reminded that the Lancaster heir has responsibilities outside himself and can’t behave like an ordinary five-year-old boy.

Nothing much has changed then, I guess.

“In private,” I add. “If you don’t mind. I don’t want a public viewing.”

The Dominant licks his lips.

“That’s fine with me,” he says lewdly, stretching out the word fine. He throws the strap over his shoulder, and my body reacts like it’s been set on fire. “Safe word?”

“Red,” I tell him automatically, thinking of the stoplight system Justin and Julia use.

“From here on out, you’re mine. You’ll call me Sir, or Master. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I respond.

“Good boy. Follow me.”

The term of endearment makes my stomach roil. I’m nothisgood boy.

“Yes, Sir,” I parrot, falling into line behind him. I haven’t been into any private playrooms yet, just the ones open to public viewing. I’m not sure how different they are. The public rooms have chairs set up inside, then windows with lounging spots from the hallways.

“Remi!” I hear behind me. I whip my head around to see a shock of pink hair before Raine throws herself into my arms. I barely have my wits about me to catch her, slipping into a small smile despite myself.

“Remi!” Bethany calls, pushing her lover out of the way to hug me in her place.

“Hey, beautifuls,” I acknowledge them before looking over my shoulder at Samuel.

“What are you doing here? Where are JJ?” Raine asks, looking around for my missing partners.

The Dom steps up behind me and wraps his hand around my neck, digging his fingers into my throat.

“You’re lucky we haven’t started yet, boy, because if we had, you’d be in a world of trouble. Say goodbye to your groupies. We have plans that don’t include them.”

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