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My hands fumble against the fabric, shoving it to the side so I can slink behind it. The first layer is sheer, but a thick red material makes up the second. It is long enough to cover my feet, and maybe… just maybe the lack of lighting will camouflage me.
I hold my breath, wondering if he can hear my heart slamming into my chest. If he can hear the sweat dripping from my brow and hitting collarbone.
Jackson’s tongue clicks as he rounds the corner and my mouth goes dry.
“Silly girl,” he calls out, voice oozing confidence. “You’ve run into a dead end.”
I freeze in place, not daring to move. Not even the slightest twinge.
I can hear his fingers trailing against the wall, slowly.
“Even in the dark I know every square inch of this place,” he continues, taunting me with each step closer. “I can feel when something is out of place.”
A confusing mixture of fear and excitement fills me. Fear over what he will do to me this time, and excitement because I know deep down whatever it is will bring me pleasure.
It’s so fucked up. It’s almost too much.
The sound of his footsteps stop right in front of me, and I swear I can feel the heat from his breath on my cheeks.
“Come out to play, princess.”
I don’t move, refusing to admit defeat so easily.
“Don’t make me drag you.”
It’s a threat that terrifies me, but I don’t give in.
His large hands gather the fabric of the curtains and pull them to each side, revealing me to him. He leans in so that his nose grazes mine, a surprisingly soft gesture for him. I am not dense enough to think the softness will continue.
“Boo,” he whispers, and my pussy is drenched.
With alarming speed he grasps a fistful of my hair at the scalp and wretches my head to one side. His feet are moving and it takes every ounce of strength and balance I can muster to stop from tripping over my own as he pulls me down the hallway.
I cry out, but he only laughs.
His grip on me by only my hair is so tight tears begin to brim at my eyes.
I lose my footing and my hip slams into the hard floor beneath me. I have no clue how the wad of hair in his fist hasn’t ripped out at the root.
I almost gag from the pain.
Jackson kneels down to face me, his free hand cupping my cheek and brushing away a fallen tear.
“Do you want me to let go, Blair?”
I know better than to ask for that. He made it very clear that the only way I was stopping this was my safe word, but that meant truly stopping it.
I wasn’t ready for my night with him to be over.
I shake my head, another tear escaping my traitorous eyes.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, fingers wrapping around my cheeks and squeezing hard. “You take what I give you and you like it.” He licks my lips. “You want me to slow down? I’d love to hear you beg some more. Your words are so pretty. Do you like begging?”
“Y-yes.” I force the word out of my mouth and he rewards me with a smile.
I would do just about anything to see that smile. To see that something I have done has pleased him. Even if it means betraying myself.
He stands, tightening his hold on my hair, and begins to drag me further into the house. I clasp my hands around his wrist, desperate for some sort of leverage to make it more bearable. We reach a familiar large room. It’s the one with the mirrors.
