“Oh…my God. Kitten.”
I lifted my stare up to connect with Blake’s big smile. My lips pressed together, unsure. It made me happy that he appeared to like it, but I still didn’t know what I thought about the short style.
“I’m so proud of you. Come.” His hand outstretched and I rose, glancing again at his bloody face.
“You killed someone?”
“Of little consequence in this moment. Look at me. Let me see you.”
My head lifted all the way and I stood there proudly, staring right into his eyes. The way his lips were separated and the how he kept shaking his head back and forth had my eyebrows drawing in.
“You’re in shock. You don’t like it.”
Blake tilted his head. “I do like it. Actually, I’m in love with it. In love…”
My heart exploded in rhythm while he took a step back and began taking off his clothes, starting with the jacket.
“It’s perfect, Kaitlyn. I can’t tell you how pleased I am that you did this. It shows me so much. You want this. You want us. And, most importantly, you want to get better.”
The shirt was pulled over his head and he winced. A large cut ran down the side of his ribs. My eyes flew open as I leaned in to get a closer look.
“What happened to you?” I didn’t wait for his answer as he let me pull him into the restroom. Blake could punish me if he wanted, but I wasn’t going to stop until I made sure he was okay. What I needed was more light.
I flipped the switch and lowered myself, running my hand next to the large scrape. It was deep, but not enough for stitches. It wasn’t even bleeding anymore. Had his shirt been bloody or torn? I hadn’t noticed.
“Investigation led me to the next county, but we got the girls. Or, I did. Already delivered them to authorities. Guy said it was guarded by four men. Fucker. More like fourteen.” He shrugged. “Okay, maybe eight. I almost hadn’t gunned up. Thank God I did.”
I pointed to his side.
“Oh, knife wound. Barely a scratch. That was the eighth guy. He was hidden behind the door that held the girls.”
The cringe that came was automatic. I didn’t like it, but what could I do? This is what Blake did. His job. What he was good at.
“I want to help next time, Sir.”
A laugh fell from his mouth as he walked over and started the shower. “I don’t think so.”
“But, you’re training me. I can get stronger. I can help. The girls, they could use a face like mine. It’d make them feel safe.”
Blake’s eyes cut over to mine. “No. I won’t have you in harm’s way.”
The need to argue left my skin feeling hot. I wanted to yell at him that I could do it. That maybe this was meant to happen for a reason. I could help. I knew I could. Instead, I lowered my head. “Yes, Sir.” All I wanted to do was tell him I was going to go, regardless. I would try like hell. That was for sure.
Steam filled the room and I went back to the bed, climbing on my side and burying myself under the covers. Let him try to get me to go to my room. I wasn’t leaving tonight. Not after this. Just the thought that I could lose my Master left me so close to being sick, it was almost impossible to push the bile back from my throat.
Minutes went by and I was sure Blake had fallen asleep in there. I glanced at the clock, surprised that it was almost six in the morning. Where had the time gone? The nightmares came rushing back and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying I could forget.
The water shut off and I tried to melt into the mattress. Blake was going to kick me out. I knew it. He promised fucking, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Too much time had already passed and he was no doubt exhausted. I couldn’t blame him. Lord only knew what kind of night he had.
Clanging of metal from the shower door had me pushing in even more. The covers were ripped off sooner than I expected and I jumped.
“What are you doing, slave? I thought I made my intentions clear earlier.” My ankle was grabbed and I was jerked on the mattress, sideways. He pulled me until my pussy was even with his hard cock.
“I thought you were tired.”
Blake’s eyebrow rose. “Then what are you doing in my bed?”
Fingers buried in my bangs and Blake led my head up until I was sitting.
“Answer, kitten. What are you doing in my bed if you assumed I wouldn’t want you? You know the rules. You sleep in your own room until—
“But, I cut my hair. I’m getting better.”
My Master’s other hand clamped onto my jaw. “You interrupted me. Apparently, you need a refresher on manners.”
I was tossed over Blake’s shoulder and carted to my own room. The door shut behind us and I was faced with all of his toys as light flooded the space. The ones that haunted my everyday life. Ones that promised pain and pleasure, yet never provided them.
The cuffs were suddenly above me as he placed me down. I didn’t so much as lower my head. My hands rose above my head and I waited for him to restrain me.
“Fuck, slave.” Blake stepped into my body, lifting me off the ground as he held on tightly. My tongue met his in soft caresses and I molded into his hard muscles as one of his hands braced to the back of my neck and the other held onto one side of my ass. After a few seconds, he broke away, breathing hard. “You’re getting so much better. Now, for the ultimate test.”
Blake held me, leaving my face inches from his.
“The whip,” I breathed out.
He nodded and I felt my stomach drop. “Yes, Kaitlyn. The whip. It has to be done.”
The harder I stared into his eyes, the braver I became. “I trust you.” The words barely left my lips, but they did. That was the important part. He needed to know that I wasn’t afraid of him hurting me.
I was placed down before him without a response and cuffed. My heart hammered against my chest so hard that I was sure it was going to leave a permanent imprint on my insides. Blake walked over, grabbing the handle of the braided leather.
“I want you to get used to the sound first. I promise I won’t let it touch your skin…yet.”
My hands pulled against the restraints, but I nodded. Darkness took over as I closed my eyes tight, waiting. Expecting.
“No. Watch me. See only me holding it. No one else.”
Opening my lids was the hardest thing I could think of ever doing. If I brought the room back into focus, it would be real. I was scared. A part of me wanted to run. Flee. But I trusted my Master. That alone made me force myself to meet his stare.
“Good girl,” he said under his breath. The seriousness that covered his face calmed me. Blake would make sure everything went smoothly. I needed to try to relax. To just let him take over and get me through this. “Okay, kitten. This whip is only four feet long. I’m at least twelve feet from you. Even with my arm extended, you’re safe. I’m going to do this. Breathe.”
The crack of the whip sounded more like an explosion, dragging me away from my safe place. Blake was disappearing and white cement walls were starting to replace the ones that surrounded me. Light was fading and the smell of mold made me gag. I was so cold. So…scared. Alone.
“Kaitlyn.” Blake’s voice tore me from my flashback and I sucked in a big gulp of air. Sweat was covering my trembling skin. “Hey. You focus on me. You’re my slave, dammit. If he has your thoughts, then you’re not entirely mine. Now snap out of it.” The anger helped reel me in a little and I watched the leather swing before him. “Again.”
Crack!
My body flinched as if I were getting hit. More deep breaths.
Crack! Crack!
I walked backwards, but kept trying to focus. “I’m not his.” I had no idea where the words came from, but they’d tumbled out, no doubt a reflex caused by the amount of fear I felt.
“No, kitten, you’re all mine. Forever mine.”
Crack!
“You see this?” He pointed to the infinity symbol on his chest. “You gave yourself to me. Now you’re going to give me your mind, too. Ev
ery single piece of it.”
Crack!
Blake took a few steps forward and I couldn’t stop the sob that tumbled out. My wrists felt on fire from the pulling, but I barely felt the burning due to the adrenaline. The movement of his finger gliding over the mark drew me in and I flinched at the crack, but barely even heard it as I stayed fixated on my Master. On our vow.
Crack!
Louder it rang out, but it couldn’t break the spell I was under. His. Yes. All his. Every single part of me.
My body calmed, became loose. For the first time, I felt something leave. Something I wasn’t even aware was there. The shaky breath that fell from my lips was long and drawn out. The next one barely shook at all.
Crack!
My face lifted and I brought my eyes to Blake’s. The hard lines disappeared and the side of his mouth lifted into a smile. What did I have to fear with him in control? Absolutely nothing. He’d protect me, guard and guide me in my darkest moments. Hadn’t he proved that in the past? Didn’t he still?
The closer he moved, the louder the crack. I never broke my gaze from his until he was right in front of me.
“You did it, kitten. You got through the first session with the whip. Talk to me. Tell what you’re feeling.” His hand tucked my bangs behind me ear and he began running the back of his knuckles down my cheek. The wetness registered. Had I been crying? I couldn’t remember shedding any tears.
I leaned my face more into his touch. “You. You did this.” I sniffled. “I wouldn’t have been able to bear it if it weren’t you.”
He continued to soothe me. “Give it time. I want you so strong that no one will ever scare you again. You can do it, Kaitlyn. I know you can. Look how far you’ve come.”
The softness of his lips pressed against mine and I opened for him, giving him everything I could in our kiss. The leather from the whip eased up my leg and I took a deep breath.
“Calm. Feel it. Let it not scare, but arouse you. Just like the gloves, kitten. They’re leather, too. That’s all it is. Just a different texture. Don’t be afraid anymore. I have you.”
His fingertips joined in right beside the whip, guiding it further up my thigh. Heat enflamed my body, a conflicting mix of the easing fear and building excitement.
“That right. Associate me with this toy. No one else. Let me show you how it’s meant to feel. Right now. Let go completely and let’s finish this once and for all. I want to hurt you the right way. The way that will have you begging me to fuck you.”
My pussy drew up at his words. God, I wanted him to. I did, but my mind rejected it. My eyes closed and I nodded before I could change my mind. I wanted it over more than anything.
Blake moved in behind me, running his hands and the length of the leather over my stomach and up to my breasts. He took his time introducing me to the one thing that I never thought I’d be able to get around again.
The thick braided material caught on my nipple and he moved it up and down, teasing the hard tip. A low sound fell from my lips and I shifted with impatience. My Master didn’t disappoint as his other hand came around my hip and he cupped the mound of my pussy, pulling me back against his tall frame.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look in your submission, Kaitlyn. There’s never been anyone who does it for me like you.” Lips kissed along my shoulders and I watched in the mirror as his fingers twitched against my clit. Small movements registered just before the pleasure burst into my core.
I watched the two of us. Stood in awe while he brought me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed. Blake was focused on nothing but me. Completely unaware that I studied his expressions. His parted mouth and heavy lidded eyes. The way he breathed in deep when his cheek rubbed against my hair. God, I loved him. The realization ignited in my mind, slamming the truth into me with enough force to make my breath hitch. I loved my Master. My Sir. I had known the feelings were strong, but…love? I had lusted before, but this was different. There were no words to describe how completely his I was, or what I would do to make him happy.
Blake’s eyes rose and met mine. Something so profound passed between us and for seconds neither one of us moved. Just stared. He knew. But…did I? Did he return my love? It sure felt like that’s what I was picking up.
“It’s time.”
My Master’s contact was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving me hot, ready, and never wanting him more. As he circled back around, I watched his ass flex in the mirror. Damn, what perfection. I bit my lip, suddenly wanting him to whip me. Having a whole new trust for him that I knew had blossomed from my startling revelation. I wanted the sweet sting I knew he’d bring. Pain would be present, but not like before. Not like with Andon.
The leather flew through the air in a figure eight and I stared, entranced. An infinity symbol. My breath caught just as the end connected against my lower stomach. A moan roared out of my mouth. I pulled against the restraints, wanting to get closer. Wanting to bare everything I had to give. Show him the magnitude of my sudden change.
Wetness coated my thighs and the fascination never left as he wheeled the whip around again and snapped it against my thigh. The sting was just as great, but not crippling. I needed more. To have him continue until I couldn’t stand not to have his hands on me.
Blake took a few steps, coming to stand directly in front of me. “Shit. You’re amazing.” He shook his head and brought the handle around again. Just below my breast ignited in heat. Then, on the other side of my stomach. I took it on my thighs. More on my stomach. Still, I tried to move toward him.
More flames continued to burn into me, but the majority came from within. “Sir.” The plea was evident in my voice. If I didn’t have him touching me soon, I was going to expire on the spot. Release was so close and all from his work and the friction of my shifting feet.
The whip fell to the ground and Blake stalked forward, his cock so hard it made my mouth water. His large hands gripped my thighs, lifting my pussy even with his face. I cried out at the plunge of his tongue into my entrance. The sucking that followed on my folds was heaven and hell combined. I wanted to come. To have the most powerful orgasm of my life. All by the man who had stolen my heart right out from underneath me. How had I not known before now?
Vibrations from his moans had me screaming and twisting in his hold.
“Sir, please. I’m so close.”
A response never came while he continued to feast on me like he was starving. The slow caresses became demanding. The suction, harder. Pain began to mix with the pleasure and the sounds I made grew louder. More desperate. Blake’s head rose, his eyes connecting with mine for the first time since he’d begun.
Still, he didn’t speak. I was lowered, but he was never far from my side. The cuffs were undone and I was swept into his arms and taken to the bed. The weight of his body was the one thing I constantly longed for. It was so right that I couldn’t understand how I’d gone without it for so long. There was a comfort in the act. Like I wasn’t complete without us fitted together, locked in each other’s embrace.
“Say you’re beautiful.”
I smiled up at him as he stroked back my hair.
“I’m fucking gorgeous, Sir.”
He laughed hard and kept the smile on his face. “Yes, kitten. The most gorgeous woman alive.” His lips lowered to mine. Slow at first, but just like his treatment of my pussy, passion quickly won over. Within minutes, we were panting. Blake’s cock ground into my stomach, sliding easily along the pre-cum that no doubt glistened against my skin.
Nails raked up my thigh and I dug mine into his back. The indication was clear. No more being nice. I pushed in harder, making my Master hiss. My arms were pulled over my head and slammed down. Blake and I met each other’s stare head on. The challenge was open and I took it, locking my legs around his waist and squeezing as hard as I could, all the while pushing back and away from his hold. The struggle was on after that. I didn’t make much of an impact on my arms, but it didn’t matte
r. They were quickly pinned underneath me by the weight of his lower body.
“That’s right, slave, fight. Fight for your life.”
“Oh, I will. Never doubt that.” I turned to the side, biting into his bicep.
A growl exploded from him and the evil smile that covered his face was anything but happy. His hand gripped my face and the kiss that followed caused blood to taint my mouth.
The pressure of Blake’s cock pushed against my opening and I thrashed, making it as hard as possible for him to enter. When he did, I screamed against the pleasure. One swift surge and I nearly came on the spot.
Somehow, I managed to pull my arms free and grabbed at him, clinging to his shoulders. Surprisingly, he didn’t move them. He pounded into me harder. His hold on my hip kept me immobile to his delicious assault.
“Tell me who owns you, kitten. Who’s your Sir?”
“You are, Blake. Mr. Morgan,” I managed to get it out as he thrust even harder.
“Fuck, yes. Mine to do whatever I want.”
Before I could try to fight him, his hand locked on my throat.
“Fight for the air. For your life, baby.”
Dots flashed across my vision while I clawed at his grip. My mouth opened but nothing would come that I could feel.
Blake used his hold on me to help with his thrust. I felt him go deep and everything became super sensitive. My lips tingled just before air poured into my lungs. I sucked it down greedily, coughing against the constriction in my throat. The tightening in my core twisted even more as my body broke out in goose bumps. The sensitivity was so much that I couldn’t help but beg.
“Sir. Please. I need to come. Please.” My hands locked back on his arm, waiting for his permission.
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