Page 30 of Dove

I didn’t bother delaying or disobeying. I quickly took off his t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. I slipped off my leggings and boy-cut panties. I stood before him, completely naked. The way the mirrors were placed, I could see every angle of our bodies. I looked so fragile standing in front of him. Maddox was at least a foot taller than me. His broad, muscular frame seemed to be able to swallow me whole. That’s exactly how I felt. Like he was consuming me.

His blue eyes ate me up as he took in every inch of my petite build. From my feet to the curve in my hips, lingering on my tight nipples before coming to rest on my face. He gave me a sadistic smirk in the mirror that made my heart race.

I hated to admit that this feeling was addicting. This fear of what would happen next. Or knowing I was here for his pleasure and he could give me mine or without hold it. I’d resisted for so long. It pressed down on me like a heavy weight.

The weight of the disadvantaged life I’d been born with. The life that I was trying to run back to, even though I knew nothing good, awaited me there. It was the weight of having to make choices. Keep Maddox close or push him away. Accept who he was or fight it.

I didn’t want to make the choices tonight. I wanted the one thing he could give me. Blissful silence from the voices in my head.

My breath hitched as Maddox caged me in with the belt. He pulled it tight across my stomach, so my back pressed into his chest. The fabric of his shirt brushed my skin. I didn’t want that. I wanted all of him. If we were doing this, I wanted us where we were before I left. I didn’t want us back at the beginning.

“Your turn.” My eyes flicked to his in the mirror.

Maddox licked his lips as he cinched the belt across my chest. My nipples ached at the tight pressure. He tortured my body without his hands as I watched him strip. I was entranced by the hard olive skin he exposed as he slowly popped the buttons on his shirt. My eyes lingered on the tattoos covering his chest before I took in the perfect ridges of his abs and the delicious V cut that led down.

He unsnapped his pants; the zipper echoed in the room, mixing with my ragged breaths. He tossed his clothes to the floor with mine as he came behind me again. I tried to hide my disappointment when he left his boxer briefs on. I wanted to see his cock. Maybe it was weird to say, but it was beautiful. Like the rest of him.

He undid the belt, dragging it across my soft stomach. Goosebumps broke out along my skin as I waited for what he’d do next. He grazed the leather across my nipples before circling my neck and then trailing back down to my wet pussy. “Pick my little dove. Where should I mark up your body first?”

I bit my lip as I gazed at him. This wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want to think. To choose. It was wrong that he was making me. But I knew why he does doing it. He didn’t want me to turn away. To continue pretending I didn’t want it. He was forcing me to participate. Forcing me to see who I truly was.

“M-my chest.” I stuttered as I tried to turn away.

“Good.” His breath coasted down my neck. “Now, watch how beautiful you are when you take my pain.”

Maddox gripped my chin gently in one hand, forcing me to keep my eyes on the mirror as he wrapped the belt around the other. The swish came through the air a second before the sharp sting hit my body.

I sucked in a loud breath as I arched my chest forward and jerked my ass back into his hard body. Both hiding and seeking the pain. He struck again, hitting my other breast, and I moaned as the burn traveled down my body straight to my clit.

I lost myself in the sounds of leather cracking in the air. In the smack as it hit my flesh. All I could feel was the ache driving my body closer and closer to a release. I couldn’t stop my moans and yelps as he struck me again and again until my flesh was red and welted.

The sound of the belt in the air brought a moment of exquisite anticipation before the sting flashed across my skin. Each lash of pain brought a zing of pleasure to my pussy as it begged to be filled. By the time the hits stopped, my arousal had dripped down my thighs, and my chest heaved with ragged breaths.

His hand left my chin to caress my abused skin. I whimpered as the blaze of pain made my core clench. He touched the welts reverently. Tracing each one as if it was a work of art before pinching and flicking my nipples. As if he adored me and the way I took his torture. “Look at yourself. Look how fucking gorgeous you are, red from my touch. You were made to wear my marks.

My face blushed in embarrassment even as his words settled somewhere deep in my chest. It was hard to feel the shame when his words praised me. I could see how happy it was making him. His eyes had softened to a light blue. And as I tipped my hips back, I could feel his hard cock pressing into me. He looked at me like I was his whole world. It was a look I could get lost in. Ihadgotten lost in.

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were glazed with need. My skin red from his abuse and my desire. I didn’t look like myself. I looked… owned. Like my body wasn’t mine anymore. He controlled it. It was for his pleasure. I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see the truth even as I wanted to lean into it. Become his.

“Place your hands on the mirror.” Condensation bloomed on the cool surface as I braced my sweaty palms to the glass. I arched my back and pushed my ass out, knowing what was coming next. “Perfect little slut.”

“Please.” I moaned. That one word and Maddox’s face broke out into a bright smile I’d never seen before.

My chest tightened in response before the belt swished in the air again, coming down on my ass. My fingers curled against the glass, trying to find support as I jerked from the pain. My head fell down between my shoulders as I tried to ignore my need to come. He did it again and again, not giving me a break to recover between each blow. Knowing exactly how it was making me feel. Knowing I could come from the pain alone.

“Fuck.” I moaned as another slap hit my body with such force I bumped forward, making the mirror rattle. I hated that I loved it. Hated the heat coiling in my belly. Hated that my clit throbbed and my pussy felt empty.

Maddox stopped and ran the belt between my legs as he reached around my body and pinched my aching nipple. I watched as my wetness coated the leather. When the hard leather touched my clit I squeezed my legs together and ground my hips, trying to create the fiction I needed. “Look at this greedy pussy. The more I hurt you, the wetter you get.”

I slammed my eyes shut in shame. In embarrassment. I could feel the horrible words that had been spoken to me trying to break through my mind. Trying to ruin the euphoria I felt.

“No.” I shook my head.

I knew I made a mistake.

Everything stopped. My breath stilled in my chest as Maddox stood like a statue behind me. He stopped touching my breasts. Stopping running the belt between my legs. I’d been a willing participant, but my denial had changed things.

I wanted to take the words back. To suck them down my throat again. But it was too late. I could feel his earlier rage coming back. I could see the demon coming out to play as I watched his eyes darken.

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