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Another scream rips itself from my raw throat, my eyes slamming shut against the piling, cumulative pain. My latest answer, like all the ones before it, voices both my victory and defeat, but the accompanying blow is especially hard this time, seemingly more punishing than all the others combined. I try—and fail—to collect myself, swallowing and trying to breathe normally even though I feel like I’m on the verge of hyperventilating from how close he is, his fingers resuming their movements on my bare hip, the fact that my entire… Lire la suite

My mother used to tell me about hell from time to time. Mostly when I was little and clueless about life. Explained that all the bad people who did bad things and made bad choices, who hurt others and didn’t repent for all the above would end up there. In a lake of fire. And brimstone. With the devil. As a child I never once doubted her, never once believed she wasn’t telling me the truth. I just never thought I’d actually meet the bastard. And I never once considered… Lire la suite

An out of body experience. It’s the only way I can describe…this. I bite down on my bottom lip, my teeth sinking into the swollen flesh as a smacking sound echoes in the room, signaling another lash to my ass. “F-Four!” I spit angrily, even as I shake like a leaf in Fall. “I promise I’ll never be late for a session again.” “You sure about that?” Frost smirks mockingly, the words somehow more antagonizing than the pain he just inflicted. And before I can even brace myself, he swishes… Lire la suite

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whisper, more to myself than him, my words drenched in disbelief, my entire body quivering as I stare at the crop now dangling between his fingers. I can’t seem to avert my gaze from the long, black whip even though every inch of my body urges me to do just that, my lungs working overtime, adrenaline-spiked blood coursing through every last inch of my body, making my skin buzz as if I just drowned in a tub of alcohol and my heart damn… Lire la suite

His words loom heavily in the air, sinking in even as every pore in my body fights to reject what I’m hearing. Still…I’m a bit surprised by the last addition. As well as your own. I frown. Deeply. What…what the hell does that even mean?! He wants to teach me to be respectful of my own time? Is he fucking kidding me right now? He doesn’t even know me! Where does he get off spewing that kind of B.S.? Who the hell does he think he is, assuming that I… Lire la suite

11. Seven. Eleven. My eyes dart north to his again, only to find the icy pair gleaming in the dark knowingly, as if he’s just seen the epiphany on my face. I continue to look up at him, horrified, but nothing leaves my lips. Nothing can, my mouth parted in silent disbelief, my brain screaming the words I cannot voice. You have got to be kidding…. He stares at me briefly, analyzing me again in the unnerving way he always does. Without a word, he walks toward me, his expression… Lire la suite

My lungs seize in my chest, and it feels like all my insides are going to melt into each other. Somehow, my bones feel brittle, a sensation entirely novel to me, my legs suddenly too weak to bear the weight of my paralyzed body. Ladies first. I can’t even roll my eyes at the pseudo-chivalrous remark like I normally would an obviously sarcastic statement, the bulging pair glued to the door as my feet are to the cold floor, unmoving. Unyielding. My heart races in tandem with my mind, my… Lire la suite

I turn on twitchy, unsteady legs, placing one bare, wet foot in front of the other as my eyes look ahead to the figure taking the lead. My ears and cheeks are on the verge of burning themselves to a crisp, and I can’t even begin to describe the extremity of my embarrassment and self-consciousness right now. I’m all too aware of my nakedness, and all the muscles in my legs tense as cold air hits my bare bottom, the sensation only amplified by the shameful wet streaks lining my… Lire la suite

The tick-tock of the clock in the distance signals that a second has gone by. Two seconds. Three. I deliberate internally, my breaths growing shallower with each rhythmic sound as his loaded question hangs heavily in the air and adds to the already present, overbearing tension between us. I force myself to think in spite of the web of panic weaving itself inside every inch of my trembling body, weighing my options carefully. – One: Endure utter humiliation as a stranger cleans up my bodily fluids from under me while… Lire la suite

I arch my brow at his sarcasm, my disbelief now compounded with quickly rising anger. But I’m breathing so hard that I can’t even muster the energy to huff incredulously at his mocking question, never mind actually answer it. Which is evidently fine with him because he doesn’t wait for one. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” he says, casually gesturing between our bodies with his wet hand. As if for emphasis, his eyes flit to my jeans before lowering to the floor and back up again. My head feels… Lire la suite