Page 53 of Leave Me Broken

That doesn’t seem like much of a punishment. Seeing Ash jack off is hot, and I’ve only gotten a small taste of it, so seeing the full thing? Yes, please.

Ash digs around in the trunk, only returning to the hood when he finds whatever it is he was looking for. He slaps something down on the roof. Eyeing the . . . jumper cables, I flick a look to him.

He doesn’t let me ask before he’s reaching into his pocket and shoving something rubber into my mouth, making it impossible to speak. I drag my tongue around the inside and eye him. There are holes so I can breathe but can’t talk. He secures it behind my head.

“It’s a gag ball,” he tells me. My eyes pop open.

What the hell is he doing with a gag ball in his car?

“Remember these?” He holds up a red piece of fabric. “We bought these at a sex shop. I bought a few extra things for you and me to try out as well. I was—”

Ash lays it down next to me. He cups my face. “Fuck, you look so goddamn hot.” I scowl because he knows I hate when he says that.

He smirks. “Does it bother you that you can’t scold me?”

He nods my head for me.

“Too bad.”

My skin pricks with goosebumps when his fingers drift down my throat to the scoop of my dress. I long for his heavy hands all over my body but he continues tracing the neck of my dress with soft fingers.

“It’s a shame. I really liked this dress, babygirl.” I tilt my head. His grin widens and I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. “You just had to go and be a bad girl, didn’t you?”

In the next minute, Ash is gripping my dress and gone are the gentle touches when he freaking tears the top part of my dress. His eyes darken with hunger when my breasts break free. I mean to gasp but with the gag, it’s more like a weird moan. I really liked this dress and he ripped it like it was nothing. Plus, he spent ten thousand freaking dollars on it!

I can’t believe he did that.

Thunder booms and he tears the rest. Fabric hangs off my naked body, only staying up because of the sleeves.

I look around where he brought us to. I don’t recognize it right away until I see an old swing set across the field of nothingness. When I was a kid, there used to be two baseball fields here. This is where I played t-ball, but the school got a huge grant several years ago and built a softball and baseball field across town. Closer to the school. They tore everything out of here and it’s sat empty since. People use it as a makeshift dog park now, so it’s not like anyone will be here this time of night, especially during a storm. The lightning is still in the distance and seems to be going around us, but the rain is still coming down and anytime it thunders, my heart rate picks up.

“Good girls get pretty dresses.” He pulls the sleeves off my arms one at a time, and I let him because what good are sleeves with no dress? “Bad girls get to stand in the rain naked.”

He brings my arm up and eyes it with a furrowed brow before kissing each noticeable cut, and breathing harder every time. “My girl’s so broken.” His voice is soft and for a moment, I forget I have a gag in my mouth and this is punishment, because he places a longing kiss on my forehead. “One day you won’t be. One day your scars will be old, and we will look back on moments when they were fresh as a lesson.”

I push my forehead into his lips again as if I’m agreeing. I don’t want to cut forever but stopping is proving to be more difficult than I expected. I don’t have a problem—there’s a lot going on, and honestly, a lot of the reason is staring me in the eyes right now. I regret nothing, though. He really helped the other night, so maybe rough sex is the answer.

“Until then, I will bring you the pain you require.”

He picks me up and sets me on the hood of the car. The metal is freezing under my ass. It was a warmer day but the sun has set and the rain is cold. I can’t imagine it’s much warmer than forty-five. I shiver.

“Good girls get fucked in a warm bed.”

My usual pout doesn’t work when there is a ball in my mouth, but I still attempt it, hoping my eyes say enough, he always says my eyes are expressive—I hope he’s right.

“Bad girls get fucked on the hood of a car like a cheap whore.

“You are getting neither of those things tonight.”

Ash picks up the blindfold, I shoot a look at it, then him. He said I would get to watch but if I’m wearing a blindfold, how will I get to see him?

“I saw these in the back and thought this would be a better punishment. You looked far too happy about seeing me masturbate. So I’m going to blindfold you and you can listen to me come.”

This really is torture.

Ash ties the blindfold around my eyes and my hearing picks up. The rain is louder even though it doesn’t feel like it got heavier. The thought that Ash isn’t standing in front of me anymore worries me; I lift my hands and grab his shirt. He steps closer.

“I’m right here, babygirl. This is punishment, a test to find your limits. But I’m not going to leave you. Okay?”

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