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“You're beautiful,” Joe whispered, dropping the whip and running his hands over my thighs, soothing the pain. “And worth everything to me. You're safe with me.”
My tense muscles relaxed as he massaged my thighs, running his hands up and down, until his fingers were brushing into my folds. The underlying fury started to melt my ice-cold heart and the throb of my legs added something to the throb of my heavy vagina.
“Do you feel safe?” Joe said, allowing his hands to wander higher, up over my stomach and onto my breasts, kneading them gently.
Nodding, I bit my lip as I looked up at him and the energy changed. His eyes were hooded and his jaw was tight. His lips were wet where he kept poking his tongue out to moisten them. Fuck, he was sexy as hell.
“I'm going to drive it all away.” Getting up, he went to the end of the bed, took hold of my waist and pulled me until my arse was right on the edge.
My heartbeat resounded in my head as he pressed a button and the bed raised until it was in line with his hips. Keeping hold of my thighs, he pulled them apart and positioned himself between them. My vagina was covered by my underwear and I expected him to just move it to the side. Impatient, I wiggled, going still when he grasped the side of the material and ripped as hard as he could. The tear made me jump as he threw the remaining shreds of my underwear across the room. I stared up at him, studying the thick muscles across his chest. His power, as he held me open to him, rippled down his arms to his fingers, where he dug them into my thighs again.
“Do it,” I urged, reaching towards him.
“Hands above your head!” His barked order made me swallow as I quickly lifted my arms and rested them on the bed.
My trembling was apparent as he raked his gaze up me, appraising every inch of me until his eyes locked with mine. My pussy pulsed and flooded, no doubt soaking the bed beneath us. There was something about the look of possession on his face that made me want to give him every part of me. I had never told anyone about what had happened to me, never in my life. He was the only one who could use that information to harm me... but he wouldn't, I knew that. And yet, that little demon voice berated me, telling me that Joe could never want me now that he knew the truth.
“Please don't hold what I told you against me,” I whispered, shrinking in on myself as the grief washed over me.
He fell forward, one hand grabbing hold of my wrists and pinning them down, while the other held my thigh up high. The thrust of his hips sent his penis deep inside me and I cried out, my muscles clamping around him as he plunged inside me, again and again.
“I told you,” he rasped into my ear, “I'm going to own you and everything you are.”
My head fell back as I surrendered to him, relaxing every muscle in my body as he held me still and plundered me, his gorgeous long penis stroking me from the inside out. I kept my eyes open, watching him as he leaned up and glanced down at where he entered me. I bit my lip and tried to stifle the moan that accompanied the rush of eroticism that enveloped me.
The emotions of my confession swirled with the heat inside of me, pushing me to experience pleasure that I'd never felt before. As he sped up, his movements quicker and his cock harder, he reached one hand around my neck and squeezed gently. I gulped as he pushed as far as he could into me and my pussy grew so tight, an orgasm exploded from me, spreading out from my core to every muscle in my body.
“Fuckkkkk!!” I cried as my head flung back so hard, it hurt my neck.
My whole body tensed as Joe thrust again, this time holding me tight and not moving as he roared. The orgasm that rippedthrough him made him buck and squeeze me until it hurt. The pain only added to the pleasure.
The sound of our peak echoed and faded away as he collapsed on top of me, cradling me close before looking into my eyes. A blast of emotion expanded my chest, sending tears straight into my eyes. A sob rushed from me, even though I tried to suck it back. He held me tight, not daring to look away as the tears bubbled up and over my lower eyelids.
“I'm broken,” I wailed, clinging to him as he sat up and pulled me into his lap. “So fucking broken.”
The smeared blood on my thighs was a reminder of what we'd just done. Part of me couldn't believe that I'd been whipped, but as he held me, tight against his chest, my heart felt lighter. As if I'd released something along with my orgasm.
“It's okay.” He brushed my hair off my sodden cheek. “I'm here now. I'll always protect you, no matter what.”
Smiling, I glanced up at him from under my eyelashes. I'd wanted to hide from the shame of what I'd admitted, from the fear of his judgement. But he had given me everything I needed in that moment. And more.
“So...” I muttered. “...I'm officially your sub? And PA?”
Frowning, he clasped my face in his hands. “Not a sub, per se.” He looked away and then back again. “Not in the typical BDSM sense of the word, anyway. I'm more unique than that. Still, you're mine... yes. And a PA for now, until you become a designer or whatever you want to be.”
“And the society?” I asked cautiously, “Will I be included in any way?”
A smile lifted the corners of his cheeks. “There are many layers to the society. No one has to know anything about us if you’d prefer it that way. I promise to keep you informed, though.”
“And let you watch the naked ladies in the sex club?” Raising my eyebrows, I gripped his forearm, digging my fingers in. “Maybe it's time for me to get a little dominant with you.”
His smirk melted my resolve. How could I resist such gorgeousness when I knew the terms of our relationship? He was in control, and I was a kept woman, in all kinds of ways.
He opened his mouth, ready to reply, when his phone bleeped. Instead of getting into a debate about the society, he reached over to his jacket and took out his phone. I wasn't exactly ecstatic about the interruption, but when he opened the message, and I caught sight of the photo attached, a chill slipped down my spine.
“What the fuck?” I spat, ready to reverse off the bed. “Are you playing a fucking joke?”
Dropping the phone, he grabbed hold of my shoulders to stop me from moving. “What is it?”
