He dropped his head, taking deep breaths, still holding me aloft.
His prisoner.
His possession.
I couldn’t stay the ugly thoughts swimming through my mind.
After a few minutes, he eased my legs to the floor, his hands still pressed against the stone as he licked his lips and studied me. The shimmer was gone, replaced with the stark coldness I’d seen what seemed like hours before. He finally eased away, running his fingers through his hair and turning slightly as he slipped his cock and balls back into position.
Everything was out of sorts, even the sound of his zipper exaggerated.
I folded my arms over my breasts, feeling more naked than I ever had in my life as well as completely embarrassed. He seemed to notice the difference in me, snorting as if disgusted at my change in demeanor.
“Turn around and face the wall,” he said gruffly.
“What?”
“You never question my commands, Savannah. Do you understand me?” With that, he tweaked my nipple, pinching and twisting.
I swallowed before answering, “Yes, sir.”
He nodded, waiting for me to turn around and once again face the wall. I was thrown by the change, the one eighty. He was two completely different people. Which one was the real man? I tamped back a dozen nasty words I wanted to say, the anger that replaced the moment of joy and passion. I was a fool.
“Stay exactly where you are. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” I loathed having to give him any kind of respect. But you made a deal. You saved your life. I bit back a growl of my own. One day, I would find a way out of his hold. I heard the sound of the cabinet being opened and another rush of fear mixed with adrenaline. What the hell was he going to do to me? One minute passed by then two. I was going to lose my mind, the anticipation making me sick.
His footsteps were even more jarring than before and as he came closer, I realized my shoulders were slumping. He eased his arm over my shoulder, twisting then opening up his hand. The sight of an anal plug was disgusting, horrifying. I couldn’t imagine having the damn huge piece of rubber inside of me.
My thoughts drifted to a few nights before, the shock of actually enjoying his cock filling me. I closed my eyes, willing the memory away. That had been a lifetime ago.
“You have a tight little asshole. I think several rounds of training are in order.”
If he expected me to answer, he had another think coming. What the hell was all of this about? Was he actually trying to break me?
“Bend over and spread your ass cheeks for me,” he instructed.
“You can’t be serious.”
He tilted his head, his once sparkling eyes so damn cold. It was as if he was another person altogether. “Do not test me, Savannah. Do not question my commands. Do not argue with me. Ever.”
I obeyed, my body stiff and my muscles aching yet my pussy was wet and sizzling. I still wanted the man even though I hated him. Loathed him. I was sick to my stomach that I’d actually become lost in the pleasure. As he pushed the plug inside, I grimaced, refusing to give him the satisfaction of making a single sound. I was amazed how the plug filled me, stretching my muscles. My entire body was aching, humiliation settling in.
He patted my bottom, caressing my skin.
“Now, you’re going to walk upstairs with me like a good girl. You’re going to maintain civility as we have a discussion. If you disobey me, you will spend a night in this dungeon but only after I’ve pulled out my belt.”
“Yes. Sir.” I could barely do what he asked, my actions stilted. I wanted to rake my nails down his face, creating another scar to match the one he already had. Now I understood why someone had knifed him. I hadn’t realized I’d whispered a single word until his eyes registered the faux pas.
“Monster.”
There was no backlash, no hard smack or other punishment, just the same sadness I’d seen before shifting into his eyes. For another few seconds, I could see into his soul; his cold and dark world where his own monsters lived. And for those few seconds, I felt sorrow for him.
What a terrible life he must live.
When he took my hand, I was shocked he reached down, grabbing my clothing. Then he dragged me behind him as he walked up