Chapter 40 #2
I scream as the belt begins to tighten around my neck.
The leather tightens against my skin, forcing my scream to morph into a whine.
My face heats as I swallow shaky gulps of air.
The tears streaming down my cheeks feel like acid.
My fingers twitch behind me. I flex my nails, gouging and scraping them against Gray’s stomach.
He doesn’t flinch, but cinches the belt tighter around my neck.
Black spots float over my eyes, distorting my already blurred vision further.
The room around me seems to darken. My mind floods with pain and fear.
Memories tear through me and I can’t stop them.
Visions of my bloodied, broken body flit through my mind’s eye.
My father’s voice cracks like a whip inside of me, lashing at my organs.
Pathetic girl, you deserve this. It’s your fault. You make me do this to you.
Like a physical wound, the memories tear me open, baring my broken spirit. Can he see it? Can Gray see it? Can he see the damaged thing that lives inside of me? When the memories tear me open, can he see the black, gooey thing that used to be my soul? Does it disgust him?
Disgusting, just like your whore mother.
A loud thwack bursts through the room and my pussy alights with fiery agony. I look down, my vision clearing just in time to watch Gray slap his palm between my legs again. A scream explodes from my mouth as he hits me again.
“Get out of your head, little bird,” Gray demands. His voice softens and he kisses my hairline. “I need you to stay right here with me, baby. I know you can do this.”
The belt tightens around my neck and my stomach churns.
I swallow back the bile that crawls up my throat and pant against the acidic burn.
Gray presses his palm between my legs and my core tightens at his soft caress.
His finger brushes against my clit and it pulses.
I choke out a moan as he circles the sensitive nub.
A dizzying combination of fear and desire swirl inside of me, making the world feel tilted and uneven.
“Just like that,” he purrs against my neck. “You’re doing so well, precious.”
The leather drags across my skin, pulling it painfully.
I suck in tiny gasps of air that burn my lungs.
The feeling of his finger rubbing over my clit makes me want to cry out, but I can barely muster a whimper.
Gray slams his fingers inside of me and my mouth drops open in a silent scream.
His fingers make a wet sound as he scissors his them inside of me.
I would be embarrassed if I could feel anything beyond the floaty high of oxygen deprivation.
My face would heat if it wasn’t already on fire.
Gray pumps his fingers inside of me and circles my clit with his thumb.
My core tightens, my inner walls clenching around him.
Some tiny voice inside of me tries to tell me that this is wrong, but I can’t hear it.
I don’t want to hear it. I don’t fucking care anymore if this is wrong. I just want him. No, I need him.
I open my mouth to tell him, but he hooks his fingers inside of me and the only sound that comes out of my mouth is a choked moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he purrs, increasing the pressure on my clit. “You’re going to come for me just like this, aren’t you?”
My vision begins to fade, the edges darkening.
I wait for the anxiety to grip me in its icy fingers, for fear to wash over me, but all I feel is warmth and my own desire.
This want inside of me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
All I want is to please him, to be possessed by him, owned by him, loved by him.
I grind my hips into his palm, forcing him deeper.
Gray’s teeth sink into my shoulder and I groan. My hips stutter, jerking against his hand as I barrel toward my orgasm.
“Come for me.” Gray’s growled voice in my ear shatters me. I come hard, panting and rocking against his hand. I don’t even realize the belt is no longer around my neck until I hear myself scream. He slows his movements, coaxing me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
I wince as Gray releases his grip on my arms and legs. He rubs his hands over them, soothing my aching muscles. He lifts me into his arms, cradling me to his chest. I wince when his fingers brush over my neck. My skin is raw and aching. He touches me gently, soothing the sting.
He peppers soft kisses across my face. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so well.”
I melt under his praise, pressing my face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his familiar scent.
He places something around my neck and I hear a small metallic click behind me.
Reaching my fingers to my throat, my fingertips brush over metal.
It feels warm, like it had been in his pocket for a while.
I trace my fingers over the delicate chain, feeling them dip into a small hoop at the center of my neck.
Gray runs his fingers through my hair and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “You were made to be mine,” he says.
His. My heart flutters. I was made to be his.