The Decimation of Mae (The Blue Butterfly)

by Sidebottom, D H

  His hand slid higher up my neck until he cupped my chin, his hold gentle as his long fingers framed my jawline. “Tell me, Mae.” His eyes secured mine, the rich chocolate swirling expressively as he gazed at me. “How many men have you had?”

  My eyes widened. “What?”

  His thumb stroked along my bottom lip, removing all the moisture. He dropped his eyes to watch my tongue recoat my lips. “How many lovers have you had?”

  My mouth dried when he didn’t remove his gaze from it; he seemed enthralled by my lips. “I…”

  “You?” he encouraged when his eyes lifted back to mine.

  “I’m not sure what concern it is of yours how many lovers I’ve had?”

  “I’m not talking about boyfriends, Mae. I know there have been none. I mean one night stands, lovers, pleasure seekers. Just tell me.”

  I huffed and scowled at him. “Fine. I haven’t had any lovers.”

  He tilted his head questioningly. “Now we both know that’s a lie. For one, there is me.”

  I spat out a bitter laugh. “I wouldn’t call you a lover, Master. Far from it.”

  His gaze darkened but he remained above me, my body still pinned under his and my face still captured in his hold. “And you see, that’s where I’m having trouble. So you’ve only ever had sex with me, lovers or not.”

  “Yes,” I snapped. “And we mustn’t forget your father now.”

  His eye twitched as a slight tic contorted the muscle in his cheek. “Yes, and my father,” he growled out. “That is what troubles me.”

  “I don’t follow.”

  He cocked his head almost sinisterly, his eyes burning with something I hadn’t witnessed before. “You’re very inexperienced, and yet your purchaser touches you and you barely even flinch. I’d have expected you of all people to put up a bit of a fight. You gave my father one and you certainly gave me one. Yet Tony, a man who threatens to kill you and film it, a man who pays thousands of pounds for the pleasure of fucking you to an extreme level should have disgusted you more than ever.”

  I stared at him. I was sure he could feel the thunder that was cracking behind my breasts as my chest heaved beneath him. “Well,” I spoke as calmly as possible. “I’ve realised that there’s no point in fighting anymore. It doesn’t get me anywhere, only more pain.”

  He smirked. “So if I was to take you right here, right now, you wouldn’t so much as bat an eyelid?”

  I wasn’t sure what was happening. Repulsion surged through me but it was slowly pushed aside by another sensation that filled me when Master pushed his erection into my lower stomach. “If I stripped you naked and ran my touch all over your exquisite soft skin then you wouldn’t do a thing to stop me?”

  “No,” I whispered. A shudder ripped through me when he lowered his face towards mine. His breath smelt of the red wine he’d drunk earlier, a hint of sweet potato tickling my nostrils with how close he was.

  “And if I ran my tongue all the way from here…” The tip of his tongue tickled the skin just under my ear. I swallowed back the moisture that filled my mouth when he very slowly trailed it along my jawline and down the centre of my throat. “…To here.” He lifted his eyes to me. “You wouldn’t fight me?”

  I quirked a brow. “Did I just fight you?”

  “No,” he breathed as he brought his mouth to my face, his lips directly hovering over mine. “No, you didn’t. But that tells me nothing. That just tells me you’re aroused by me, that you wouldn’t protest in the slightest should I turn you over beneath me and fuck you hard and fast.”

  I tried to control the gasp that wanted to escape. I swallowed it back but that just changed it into a tight whimper. He chuckled as he slid his hand down the middle of my chest again. “I wonder if your nipples are hard, Mae.”

  I closed my eyes as he slid his palm over my right breast, his touch incredibly hot. My nipples seemed to reach for him, peaking under the soft material of my nightdress. He locked me down in his stare as he slowly traced around my hard bud with the tip of his finger. My body was going wild, each nerve ending screaming for more, each tiny hair on my body raised in expectation as moisture saturated my thighs.

  I huffed when he pinched my nipple roughly, his thumb and finger pinching and rolling as my hips involuntary rose towards him in search of some sort of stimulant.

  “I…” I lost control of my words, they shot up my throat then decided, fuck it, and hurried back down. My mind swayed when he ran his tongue across my bottom lip and tickled my nipple, barely touching but sending shots of fire down to my pussy.

  “What do you want, Mae?” he whispered over my mouth.

  I whimpered, refusing the forbidden words to surface, but they, like everything else in my life, refused my appeal. “I want you to kiss me.”

  His eyes snapped wider, his stare now stern and heated. He shook his head and laughed cruelly. “Ahh, lamb, over everything I can do for you… to you, you want me to kiss you?” His words mocked me and I blinked back the hurt.

  “No, I…” I refused the tears that wanted to pool, forcing them back as I stared at him. “No.” I couldn’t seem to find the words to fire back at him, to hurt him with so I just turned my face away from his. “Just rape me and have it over with.”

  He reared back, incredulity slapped on his face. “What the…?” He scrambled from the bed, anger now drowning the softness that had been in his eyes. “Why are you always so bloody unpredictable?”

  Whoa!

  Anger flooded me and I shot off the bed. My mouth opened and closed as his bewilderment floored me. “Do you…? Jesus bloody Christ, you are unreal!” I ignored the shadow that crossed his face, I was too damn angry. “I’m unpredictable? I’m unpredictable? What the hell do you expect from me? Eh? You showed me something good inside you three years ago, made me trust you, even like you, and you turned out to be the very thing my father had taught me to watch out for. But yeah, as usual, stupid Mae had been blind, unfocussed on what you really were because I actually liked you.” I stormed towards him when he remained still, his fists by his side, his jaw as hard as his stare. “You didn’t just take my virginity that night. You took my life, my soul. You ripped out my heart, tore it to pieces right in front of me. You left me more than just broken, you left me dead inside. But then… then you gave me so much more and still, even after you gave, you took.”

  Blasts of his breath swarmed my face as he furiously strove to control his breathing. “And then when you decided to step up your sick fucking game, you came back. Just when I had the chance to finally leave this shit fucking God dammed planet, you took my final moments here and crucified them.” I pushed at his chest, causing him to stumble back slightly.

  I was too far gone to stop, my mind racing as words scurried out in anger. He was right in front of me, virtually nose to nose as I leaned into his face. “You raped my body, you raped my spirit, you raped my life and now… now you even rape my death!”

  “Have you finished?” He spoke through his teeth, his voice tight.

  I shook my head sadly. “What’s the fucking point? There is none. Whatever happens, I’m dead. I would have just liked my final moments to be spent with someone who actually liked me, maybe even… even…”

  “Even?” he asked quietly when my sobs choked the words.

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  I turned my back to him, walking over to the door. He didn’t stop me from opening it or walking through it. He didn’t stop me as he followed me along the hallway, nor did he stop me when I walked into the correction centre.

  He stood, regarding me silently when I walked over to the wooden cross on the wall. I ripped off my nightgown, tossing it on the floor beside me before I bent and shackled my ankles into the straps at the base of the cross. I fixed one wrist into the right cuff. “You’ll have to secure my other wrist.” My voice seemed strange, almost ghostly.

  He didn’t move but I could sense him behind me, watching my strange behaviour. My body was humming i
n so much pain that I needed more pain to release it. I needed the splitting of skin and the spilling of blood to bate the intolerable pressure building through my system. Blood scorched my veins as it bubbled like a volatile volcano threatening release. “Please… just fucking finish me.”

  I could hear him breathing, the rapid intake and exit of air through his nose as his rage tickled my sensitive skin. “Come on, Daniel. You wanna hurt me, then fucking hurt me.”

  I closed my eyes when he suddenly appeared and snapped my other wrist angrily into the buckle. Time seemed to still as slave manipulated her Master, twisted his emotions until he gave her exactly what she wanted.

  I heard him unhook one of the whips from the wall but still he was silent. My body braced when he shifted behind me. “Hurt me, damn it,” I begged when nothing happened, when all he did was stand behind me and observe.

  The pain was growing unbearable and I needed to do something quick before my skin ripped open by itself to release the vacuum of energy crippling me. “FUCKING DO IT!” I screamed. I smiled when words formed in my head. “Punish me for wanting to fuck my buyer like I never had before. Hurt me for wanting to take my buyer’s cock in my mouth and swallow his cum just like I did yours. Make me pay for wanting to ride him hard and brutally.” But then my treacherous words betrayed me. “Make me bleed for how much I want you to take me, how desperate I am to take your cock inside me. How much I need you to fuck me…”

  That did it.

  The first crack released so many blissful endorphins into my brain that my eyes rolled and my body sagged in relief. The second and third strike empowered the ecstasy until all that ruled me was pleasure and calm. The fourth and fifth made my body pulse with heat as the pain transformed into arousal.

  Each time the slash of leather stole my skin, a rush of release like never before flowed through me. My belly throbbed, my pussy pulsed, my nipples swelled. My brain fought to cope with the pain until it no longer recognised it and masked it as something completely different.

  I hadn’t noticed the thrashing had finished until I felt Master push up against me. My eyes widened when he thrust inside me, his large cock stretching me wide and burning my internal walls with delicious pain. “You want fucking, Mae? Eh? Is this what you want?”

  His thrusting was animalistic and frenzied, his balls slapping against the tops of my thighs as he rammed into me. A shiver of heaven shook my body when he took a large clump of hair and pulled so hard I thought my neck would snap. “Tell me, Mae!”

  The cuffs tore at the skin on my wrists as my Master refused me any time to register the moment. His banged me harder and harder against the cross until I finally shifted my face to the side so he didn’t break my nose. “Yes!”

  “You want more?”

  “Fuck yes! Give me more, please.”

  He didn’t refuse me, he gave me exactly what I wanted, what I needed. “He can never give you this, lamb. He can never give you what you crave.”

  His words hardly registered as I took the pleasure he gave me. I jerked my hips back against him, the exquisite rush of pleasure electrifying me as the action pulled his thick cock deeper inside me.

  Pressure starting building again, but this time it was a hot pressure, an intense throb of sensation. “Oh, God!”

  I was instantly snapped out of the restraints and forced to the floor. “Sula!” he barked as he towered over me.

  I turned onto my back immediately, opening my legs to him as I spread my arms out beside me.

  He dropped to his knees between my thighs. My eyes locked onto his as he shifted over the top of me. My chest stuttered when he forced himself back inside me. “You’re so fucking tight, little lamb.”

  I nodded but didn’t reply as my back arched in instant delight to the fill of him once again. He watched me, his eyes on my face as he knelt between my legs and fucked me hard. The position he was in made the head of his cock scrape over a part inside me that shot a ripple of pleasure through me every time he stroked it.

  My eyes closed as my body prepared itself to let go. “Look at me, Mae. Look who is inside you. Look at who owns you.”

  “You don’t own me,” I growled out defiantly. My words belied the need. He did very much own me in that moment. I would allow him anything if he made this intense buzz inside me shift into the surge of bliss I knew could take over.

  But he slowed down, almost stopped. His thrusts were still hard and deep but the friction was gone. Each slow pass of his cock over my sweet spot drove me crazy. “I’ll always own you, Mae Swift.” The way he looked at me caused an eruption of emotion in my chest. “You know why?”

  I shook my head. A tear rolled from the edge of my eye when he stroked his palm softly over my cheek. “Because I’ll be the last person who is ever inside you.”

  “But…”

  He thrust hard, causing me to yelp and groan in pleasure. “Have you ever been loved, lamb?”

  Pain reared its ugly head. “Yes.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Not your parents or sister. Have you ever been in love?”

  I shook my head once again. “No.”

  His movements inside me deepened but each slow slide of his cock brought on a new ecstasy when he almost removed himself then slipped back in just as slowly. I struggled for breath as something shifted between us. He brought his face lower. “I’m going to kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before.”

  And he did exactly that. The soft way in which he controlled me burnt a hole through my soul. My mind told me it was all manipulation, but my heart knew better. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a joining, a deep connection that snaked through both of us. I felt it seep into him as it poured into me. His hands framed my face and he tilted his mouth until we were just one, both of us linked..

  “Mae,” he whispered on my cheek when he stiffened and swelled inside me. Warmth flooded my womb and I shivered, my own climax taking me as high as him.

  A sob erupted from me. It was forbidden but very much a necessity. It broke the finality of my life. It took my soul and finally prepared it for what was to come. It had at long last seen gentleness, softness, an act of pleasure that was given not taken, and now every single part of me was ready to leave.

  Chapter Nineteen

  ‘The deliverance of truth is a risk we take.’

  “Master,” I whispered into the dark room. I knew he was with me, beside me. He’d picked me up from the floor after what I could only describe as ‘our joining’ and took me into his own bed. To say I had been shocked didn’t exactly cover the emotion that had confused me.

  He hadn’t spoken another word and when I’d tried to say something, he’d just shaken his head, placed a finger to my lips and turned me over. His firm, warm body had slotted into the curve of my back precisely, almost as though we had been created to be placed side by side in the world. And that was all until I had woken moments ago.

  “Master,” I repeated almost desperately.

  “What, Mae?” His tone was soft as he shifted behind me. Light blinded me and I whimpered. He shut off the lamp quickly. “Are you having an attack?”

  “Mmm,” I slurred. “It hurts.”

  “Wait a moment.”

  I squeezed my eyes closed in preparation for the light to flood, but it never came. Loud grunts filled the silence as Master stumbled around in the darkness. Faint bangs and curses echoed and if it wouldn’t have hurt my head to laugh, I’d have been in hysterics at his blind stumbling.

  “I’m slipping the door open, the light from the hallway will filter in but I’ll be as quick as I can.”

  His consideration chipped at something hard inside me, the splinter falling into my lungs and making it difficult to breathe. I couldn’t work out his sudden change. It was as if he’d had a transplant. I knew he still didn’t believe me about Tony and if I was honest, I wasn’t sure myself what to make of it. It wasn’t a matter of hoping he would get me out in time, worry and anguish built inside me over many things. Lola
was a deep fear. I needed to get her out before it all kicked off and yet I knew, deep down that she wouldn’t make it.

  Tears trickled across my cheeks as I once more saw her eyes, the piercing blue strength that had carried me through the horrific attack Master’s father had rained over me. The way she had journeyed the terror with me, supporting me through every step had me owing her my sanity, although I wasn’t quite sure how much of it I had left.

  A sliver of light broke across one dark wall and I cringed when it fired shots of pain behind my eyes. Master continued to struggle in the dark until I felt something soft slide over my head. Fingers gently manoeuvred a piece of material until a shock of velvet covered my eyes. “It’s just a blindfold,” he whispered beside me. “Just while I put on the light to give you your medication.”

  I didn’t answer him, it was too painful. My brain blazed, scorching agony scurrying across my scalp. I felt a slight scratch on my upper arm and then almost immediately sweet, sweet nectar as every edge of pain blurred into heavenly oblivion.

  ~~~

  Natural light woke me, the soft rays of the morning sun creeping into the room through the slotted blinds. My head had eased, allowing me to open my eyes and take stock of the room I was in.

  Muted colours painted the walls with matching subdued grey furnishings. The furniture was sparse, cold and clinical in blacks and even more greys. No decoration or ornament broke the gloom of the room as I eyed it sceptically. From what I could see, three doors were the only things that interrupted the harshness of the room.

  “Hey,” Master whispered softly behind me. “Better?”

  “Yes.” I turned over until I was facing him. “Thank you.”

  He smiled gently. My God, he was so utterly perfect; breath-taking. His usual angry expression was gone. Instead, a stunning softness veiled his face, making him almost angelic. His hair was severely messed, the black strands wayward and wild as his usual puckered brow appeared soft and smooth. His deep eyes pooled the rich mahogany into a lush, coffee gaze. His straight nose complimented his thick lips, the soft pink flesh turning upwards charmingly in his real smile.