Page 42 of His Property

I dry off and go to put the dress on, but he stops me and tosses it back to the floor. He lets me wrap the towel around myself and leads me to his bedroom, which looks the way I imagined after seeing the rest of the house. Minimalistic and masculine.

“What are we doing in here?” I ask, looking around his room. He flops down on the bed and interlocks his fingers behind his head, smiling as he runs his eyes up and down my body.

“You didn’t seriously think that was free, did you?”

My blood runs cold, and my heart gallops. I look around the room, this time searching for some sort of torture equipment I missed in my initial look-over.

“Mae.”

My eyes dart back to Victor, and he crooks his finger at me.

My feet stay rooted to the floor for a minute before I hesitantly make my way to Victor’s bed. He sits up and grabs the towel, yanking it away and tossing it to the floor. I cover myself and turn my head to the side.

“What are you being shy for?” he asks, grabbing my hand and tugging me onto the bed. He drags me onto his lap, and I stiffen.

I noticed several bruises while I took a shower, and in the bright light of the room, I notice even more.

I can’t do any more.

I really fucking can’t.

My eyes burn, and I dig my fingers into my knees.

“Mouse?”

“Please don’t hurt me again,” I blurt, closing my eyes and shivering. A tear leaks onto my cheek, and it’s followed by another. I remember how he responded to me begging earlier, how his hits became more forceful, how the desire in the air intensified. At the time, it made me dizzy, but I’m overstimulated. If he so much as pinches me, I’ll blurt the safe word, and that’ll piss him off. I saw him pissed earlier. I don’t want to see him pissedandhorny.

I bite my cheek to keep from begging anymore, and Victor wraps his arms around me and squeezes.

“Shh,” he coos before pressing his lips to my shoulder. “It’s okay. I had my fill for the day.”

He turns my head toward him, and I slowly open my eyes. Desire swirls in his irises.

“I don’t need your pain right now. I just want your pussy.” His eyes lower, and he brushes my lips with his knuckles. “And your mouth.”

My lips part, and my nipples harden.

“Swear?” I ask, my voice a whisper.

“I swear.”

I’m not sure I believe him, but his knuckles grazing my lips want me to. His touch can be so deceptively comforting, so soft. I never thought I could get off on a gentle touch, but after this afternoon, it’s all I want.

He gently pushes my head down, and I shift on top of him, straddling his legs and lowering until my face is inches above his belt.

I lay my palm over his bulge and look at Victor’s face through my lashes. “You owed me the shower already.” I smooth my hand over him and shiver as he smiles. “I want something else.”

He chuckles and puts his hand over mine, increasing the pressure on his dick and rubbing. “Always the negotiator.”

When my rubbing matches his pace, he pulls his hand away, splaying it on the bed.

He smirks. “You’re an unusual blend of assertive and meek.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, my pitch an octave too high. I shouldn’t care what he thinks, but I do. He’s the only person who’s seen me at my core, so he’s the only person whocanjudge the real me.

Victor shakes his head. “No. I like it… As long as I get my way in the end.”

He caresses my cheek, letting out a low grunt when I put more pressure on him. “All right. Let’s hear this demand.”

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