Page 30 of His Property

He moves in and out of me, rubbing my g-spot which each thrust while my breath rattles. I spread my legs farther apart but force myself to stay alert and not give in to this act. His gentle touch won’t last. If I truly believed it would, I wouldn’t be wet right now.

“What’s the matter, Mouse? Cat got your tongue?”

I slowly open my eyes and look into the sinister desire swirling in all that hazel. It isn’t fair how beautiful his eyes are. They don’t belong on him.

“Yes,” I say, my voice shaking. “That’s why I wanted to try BDSM.”

“Mmm.” He nods and moves his eyes to my tits, then back to my face. Every movement of his is slow. He’s in no hurry. “It wouldn’t have worked for you. Doms aren’t scary. They’d be so concerned with your comfort that it’d ruin it for you.”

I kind of hate that he has me figured out so quickly, but I’m sure he’s managed the same way I figured him out. It takes a pervert to know a pervert.

“I know,” I say, closing my eyes when he uses his thumb to massage my clit. My muscles relax, and they drag my brain with them. “It’s the fear of the unknown that had me interested in it. And the fear of getting caught liking that sort of thing.”

“Afraid Daddy might find out what a bad girl you are?”

My lips part, and I moan when he adds pressure to my clit, but he eases a moment later. I think he wants to have this conversation.

I nod and swallow my lust. “Afraid of everyone finding out.”

“Would they be surprised?”

I let out an amused huff and think back to my conversation with TJ when he said I wear an invisible chastity belt. “Very.”

“You hide yourself that well, huh?”

I shake my head. “Only my sexuality.”

He nods like he understands, and he puts more pressure on my clit. My head falls back, and I moan.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he says, never slowing his movements. My core twists, but I focus on his words. I like that he’s interested in me, and that heunderstandsme. I don’t feel judged or embarrassed like I thought I would. For the moment, this feels good, and I don’t want it to end. “I didn’t know what to think of it at first, but I’m coming around to liking it.” He pushes me close to the edge before pulling away suddenly.

I blink and focus on him. His lips are pulled into a smirk, and he takes a step back. “You know what, just because I’m curious, I’m going to give you a safe word this time. Let’s see how much you can take. What do you think?”

The hairs on my arms raise, and my muscles stiffen. Victor smiles like he can see the moment my fear consumes me again.

But he’s giving me a safe word. That’s something, right?

Probably not. He’s probably only proving to me that I’ll use it. Like he said, he’s curious. I wonder if he would even stop.

I don’t respond because I don’t know what he wants me to say. I’d rather not “see what I can take.”

But then again, I kind of want to. I’ve had deranged fantasies, but never in a million years would I have explored them. My adrenaline is pumping into me in large bursts, and I want to beg him to be kind, gentle, but I can’t bring myself to. I want more than that.

Victor licks his lip and chuckles like he can read my thoughts. “We’ll be traditional and go with ‘red’ as our safe word. Cool?”

I swallow and nod.

“Just remember you told me you wouldn’t use it.” He smiles and winks at me before walking to an old stereo on top of a metal table and turning it on.

I cringe at the volume of the old rock music, and even though he turns it down a few notches, it takes a minute to adjust to it. Victor has his phone out, but he’s staring at the ceiling. He waits for something to happen, but after a minute, he puts his phone away and walks to the wall of instruments. He plucks a paddle from a hook and locks his gaze on me.

He looks so amused and so… happy. He’s thrilled to prove me wrong.

He walks behind me while my heart thumps in my ears. I shift on my feet, try to brace myself for pain, but I can’t. I have no clue what this feels like, only what I’ve imagined.

The paddle crashes against my ass, and a stinging pain radiates across it. I cry out and shift to get away from Victor, but I can only move a few inches. He hits me with the paddle again in the same spot, and tears flood my eyes. He hits my thigh next, and then the other. Each hit comes quicker than the last, and each has more power to it. I can feel his energy in the air and in each swing, feel his growing excitement with my screams.

That’s what does it for him.

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