Shades of Red (Sharp Edges Duet #1)
Prologue
Flames dance along the walls in flickers of burnt orange and gold, the burning heat from the large fireplace on full blast in the middle of goddamn summer causing my balls to drip sweat. Fucking Finn and his fucking theatrics. He’s the only one who wants to feel like he’s literally dicking someone in the fiery pits of Hell, and the rest of us get the privilege of suffering for him. And I’d much rather dole out torture than endure it.
I run my fingers through the bright ribbons of red on Satine’s back as I slam my cock into her wet cunt. I thrust with enough force to make her lose her balance and fall on her face. She shrieks when her soft flesh makes contact with the hard floor, but I just keep pounding into her from behind. I fuck all my subs on the floor—it keeps them from getting any of the stupid, romantic ideas that come from being fucked in a soft bed. They are here to be used and abused for my pleasure and nothing else, and I’m courteous enough to make sure they know that ahead of time.
I press my index finger into one of Satine’s deepest cuts, the blood from her back being split open with my bullwhip already dried. She screams when I press my finger hard enough to break the skin again. A small bead of blood blooms in the divot of her spine. The sight of it makes my cock swell so thick that it feels like her tight little pussy is strangling me.
“Do you like the pain, little sub?” I ask as I continue to tear into her warm hole. I can barely fit my thick, metal-studded cock inside her, but ruining her cunt for anyone else is part of the fun.
“Yes, Master Greyson,” she whimpers, struggling to take everything I give her with a pretty, pained smile on her lovely face. She’s a good sub—one of my favorites, actually. And since I use a rotation of twelve different ones at Finn’s Pandemonium themed kink club, that’s saying a lot.
“You take the pain so fucking well.” I rake my nails down her raw and welted back, and the sound of her scream sends me over the edge. I lean over her and wrap my hand around her throat, choking her while I come harder than I have in a long time. My hands are brutal and bruising as I force her body against me and shoot my load deep inside her. I thrust my hips hard, my bare balls slapping loudly against her ass as I stuff her so full that she’s bursting with cum.
When I finally pull out, my shaft is still hard, white dripping like icing from the silver ring piercing at the tip of my cock. I bend down and spread open Satine’s cheeks, licking the mixture of our cum from her gaping hole. The taste of sex bursts on my tongue, and I absolutely love it. One day, I’ll create a dish that embodies that moment when you slide your tongue through a girl’s sweet cream mixed with your own spunk. It’s the only kind of cream pie I enjoy.
I give Satine an indulgent slap on the ass and get up to grab her a damp cloth from the bathroom.
“Thank you, master,” she calls softly before I leave the room. She’s slipped into a kneeling position with her back turned toward me. My cum is leaking out of her pussy, and my marks are all over her skin. I’ve used her and nothing more, so I can only imagine her gratitude is for the orgasm I allowed her to have while my dick was deep inside her.
I make no answer as I walk toward the open door to the adjoining room and grab an assortment of medicinal supplies with the addition of a wet towel. She’s still kneeling by the fire when I come back into the room, the flames casting shadows on her warm brown skin. I drop to my knees behind her, the heat scorching my bare, tattooed chest and arms. I slip the wet cloth between Satine’s legs, wiping any sticky remnants of me from her skin. Then I rub disinfectant over her lashes and cuts, making sure they’re clean before placing bandages on the worst of them.
“Thank you,” she whispers again as I unwrap the last bandage.
Something in me bristles at her misplaced gratitude. “Do not thank me for fixing you after I’ve broken you,” I retort with the bitterness of burned espresso. “It is not kindness—it’s basic human decency, which is the very most my depleted sense of morality demands.”
“You aren’t as harsh as people think you are, master.”
Her voice is warm and adoring, and I want nothing more than to shatter all her dreams and reveal the nightmare that lurks behind them. The naive girl has no idea of the harm I’m capable of inflicting. “You’re right, little sub,” I answer, soothing the last bandage against her tattered skin. “I am much fucking worse.”
Satine looks over shoulder, her pretty brown eyes sparkling with something terrifying when she stares at me. And when she opens her red lips, I already know I should have whipped her fucking harder. “I love you, master.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Get dressed,” I command, ignoring her impulsive declaration entirely. I stand up and start to put on my shirt, my frustration so overpowering that I can barely handle the small buttons with my fingers. Satine was my favorite, and now I’ll never be able to fuck her or whip her again. Damn girls and their damn fucking feelings.
“Master, please,” she pleads, still on her knees and waiting for something more than I can give.
“No, you are out of line, Satine,” I scold in a firm tone that I reserve for serious offenses. “You are here to serve me. Your purpose is to take my pain and give me pleasure. Your feelings have nothing to do with me, so keep them to yourself.”
Her red lips tremble, there are tears in her devastated eyes, and she looks as though I’ve taken a knife to her heart and hacked it all to pieces. “But I lov?—”
“Not another word, Satine,” I order, cutting her off. “Get dressed.” I grab her stack of clothes from the bed and hand them out for her to take.
Trembling, she gets to her feet, her knees red from kneeling so long on the hard floor. She takes the clothes from my hand and tucks them under her arm. Swallowing hard, she disobeys me for the first and last time. “Why are you so heartless?” she asks, her voice thick with tears.
I hesitate before offering her a piece of truth that only one other person in the world knows. “Because a pretty girl like you ripped it out a long time ago.” I study Satine, so different from the girl who wrecked me and somehow still exactly the same. “Now I’m smart enough not to fall for lies spilling out of red lips.”