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The realization comes with another blow to my ass, and I sob into my arm.

It isn’t necessarily the pain that he likes. I can see that because it sure as shit isn’t whatIlike. Everything I’ve read in my erotica books is bullshit. This doesn’t feel good at all.

But still, I can feel a drop of arousal dribbling down my leg because the intensity of the situation, the complete lack of control, the feeling of being at someone’s complete mercy and knowing they could do anything they wanted without any consequence, and then knowing theywould. That’s where pain and desire meet, and that’s what sends the rush of pleasure through my body.

It’s the same for him. Only, he needs the control. He needs someone at his complete mercy. And he needs them to show him in every way that it’s real and not a charade.

“Please stop,” I beg, my voice a notch below a yell to make sure I break through to him and he hears me over the music. The words are out of my mouth before I can even think about it. I know he won’t stop. I know it’ll only make him more excited. It excites me too.

“Please, please stop. I can’t do any more.”

To my complete amazement, he does stop. I hear him chuckle over my own sobs, and he nuzzles close to me, his hands hugging my waist as his lips press into my shoulder.

“That’s it, huh?”

I sob louder and back into him, searching for something that I can’t identify. Comfort, maybe.

“Please,” I cry, knowing he likes it. I can feel the desire emanating off of him, and I soak it up.

My clit throbs, and I wish he would touch me. Just fuck me already or at least finish what he started.

He steps around me and grabs my jaw, bringing me to face him. He stares into my eyes with an intensity that makes me shudder. He’s pure lust right now. A true sadist.

“I gave you a safe word, remember?”

Tears slide down my cheeks, drawing his gaze.

He drags his eyes down my body and settles between my legs. He squints and bends, putting his hands between my thighs and spreading my legs apart. He swipes at a bead of arousal and rubs it between the pad of his thumb and forefinger. Amazement flashes in his expression, and he laughs.

“You dirty little bitch.” He looks up at me and grins. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you?”

I bite my lip and spread my legs wider, hoping that relays enough to him what I’m feeling.

His eyes widen, and he stands straight. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me with a force that startles me. It’s my eyes that are wide when he pulls away.

He searches me, his gaze as intense as I’ve seen them, and when he speaks, he does so with conviction.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

10

VICTOR

Mae lets out a yelp when I pull the trigger on the violet wand, and I pull it away more quickly than last time.

Her knees are buckled, and her arms are strained holding the weight of her body. It’s been a few minutes since she put weight on her feet, and the begging and tears aren’t as… energetic, as when we first started.

She’s done. If I push much harder, she’ll break.

I carry the wand to the bench and set it down, all the while conflicted about how to feel. I’m satisfied, and yet insatiable. My balls ache, my cock is impossibly hard, and I’m beyond ready to fuck her.

The part that really confuses me, though, isI’mready to stop. Because I don’t want to break her… which is the very best part. I like to break people. I like pushing until there isn’t anything left, until I can see the hope leaving their eyes, and they no longer ask me to let them live, but instead, to die. That’s when the fun ends for me. The few times someone is still breathing when I’m done with them, I walk away still itching to finish the job.

All I’m itching for now is to relieve the tension in my balls.

I turn off my dad’s old stereo and walk to Mae. She flinches when I come near her, and I caress her cheek before pushing her sweaty hair out of her face.

“Shh,” I coo, pressing my mouth close to her ear. “It’s over. You were such a good girl, Mouse.”

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