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He must be really scared of Charlie.
“You don't often let me down, my little pet,” his lips curl against natural white teeth. “I'm very, very unhappy with you.”
I drop my eyes to the floor so my hair curtains my face, mentally blocking out what's to come. He's an unpredictable sadist. One minute he'll whip me, and the next he'll drown me or worse... burn me.
I hope to god he'll just whip me today.
Reaching out, he grabs my wrist and drags me through the living area, into my bedroom. I stumble to keep up with him, my naked feet slapping against the marble floors.
By the floor to ceiling windows opposite my bed, he swirls me around to face him, knocking me off balance.
“You know what happens next,” he warns, thenhe orders in Russian,“On all fours with your pants down!”
When he lets go of my wrist, my thoughts go white. I scramble to obey, dropping to my hands and knees. Without shame—Maksim has seen my unclothed body more times than I care to remember—my sports trousers come down, then my pants. I have to leave them around my knees, I've always thought because the elastic in my trousers ties my knees together.
Cool air breezes through my thighs, blowing over my naked sex. A hand lifts up my t-shirt and bunches it around my waist, then a single finger runs over the scars on my back. I shiver quietly, holding myself up on all fours.
“Podgotovsja!” Maksim yells from behind for me to ‘prepare’, his voice resonating through the double height room.
I do. I try to relax as best as I can but it's so difficult.
The seconds tick by—I'm counting in my head.
'One. Two. Three. Four.'
I imagine he's standing there looking at my scares, at my naked ass like a hungry man starved of rage. There's nothing more in this world Maksim enjoys over inflicting pain.
He fumbles with his belt and I can tell he's using both hands. I've seen and listened to him do that for ten years.
Though I'm relieved that he's only going to belt me, the sound of metal clanging against metal makes me cringe, sends me into some dark place in my mind.
White thoughts. Focus on your white thoughts.
It's so hard. If there's ever a sound I'd love never to hear again, it'sthat.I'd notice it a mile off.
When he pulls his belt free,woosh!I cower to brace myself, my hair curtaining my face, the ends dripping over the floor.
The first whip whistles through the air, then a loud, powerfulSMACKrings right through me.
I jump subconsciously, a desperate scream stuck in my throat preventing my ability to breathe for a moment.
My head rushes with the lack of oxygen. He gives me a moment, and I manage to suck in a lung full of air.
“Podgotovsja!” he yells again for me to ‘prepare’.
I squeeze my eyes and my teeth shut, fisting my fingers and my toes.
Wa-tch!
I jolt in my own skin.
“Podgotovsja!”
Wa-tch!
“Podgotovsja!”
Wa-tch!
