When we step into the narrow, dark space, I move to the plaster wall like it will protect me. As if the distance between us means anything now.
The last thing I see is his hand on the door handle and a flash of his face. It changes from smug to suddenly terrified.
Darkness snaps shut around us.
His scent strikes first. Cedar and lake water. Sun on skin. Burnt sugar from the fire pit. That stupid clay mug he made me at camp that still sits in my room.
It devours me until I can’t breathe in anything but him. Then—his voice. Low. Rough. Final. “I’m not leaving.”
“Well, neither am I—” I’m interrupted by a hand clasped around my neck.
“I don’t want to hear another fuckingwordyou say.”
I swing blindly into the dark, my palm cracking across his nose. He grunts. Then retaliates. His slap rocks me, heat bursting across my cheek like a brand. I gasp, stumbling. With reckless strength, I drive my knee up toward his crotch, but miss. Fingers dig into my waist and twist me around, slamming my chest into the wall so roughly I see white behind my eyes. The air rushes out of my lungs as I sob.
He presses in, his full weight pinning me. One hand locked around my neck. The other…slides beneath my dress. Fingers climbing my thigh with merciless intent.
Using my ass, I shove back against him, feeling howveryhard he is already. As soon as he reaches my panties, he jerks so forcefully, I scream. He tears them down my legs until I teeteron my heel, trying to maintain my balance. The doused fabric is shoved into my mouth.
His palm slams over my lips as I attempt to fight him off, but it’s no use. He’s way too big for me. The sound of fabric sliding cuts next to my ear, and then he wraps his bowtie around the gag, securing it to the back of my head.
This is…not good. I need to tell him something to get him to leave so I can own him for the evening.
He grips my wrists and shoves them high above my head, holding them in one of his large hands. My back arches, a knee buckling under the weight of it all.
“You’re going to listen,” he growls against my ear, voice slick with malice. “Listen good, hellkitten. When I call you a filthy, dumb cunt—you nod. You say,‘Yes, sir,’through that soaked fucking gag. Because that’s exactly what you are. Got me?”
Shame burns so deep it coils into an urgent hunger. My pussy clenches, wet and ready. Half of me wants to grind back and beg him to shove his cock inside me so I can’t walk for a week.
The other half?
Is going to make himearnthat obedience.
This…thisis what I choose to be a filthy, dumb cunt for.
“Looks like you need correction,” he sneers, dragging his knuckles over the side of my breast until I flinch. He tugs the bodice of my dress down until they’re exposed. “Don’t worry. I’ll train you up right, baby girl.”
Without warning, he shoves my dress up, andsmack—his hand lands against my ass. Hard. Without mercy. I hiss through the gag, writhing, but he pins me still.
“That wasn’t ayes, sir.”
My teeth clamp down on the fabric. Wiggling my jaw, I attempt to work it loose.
Smack.
A whimper seeps from my throat as my entire body jolts with surprise and the shock of the sting.
“Try again, dirty slut.”
Heat radiates off my skin like I’ve been branded. The next blow has me whimpering through clenched teeth, my dignity fraying with every strike.
Finally, I scream it out, muffled by my own panties. “Yes, sir!”
But he doesn’t stop.
“Good.” His tone slithers over me. “Good girl.Iknewyou could obey. You want to, don’t you? You just needed the rightowner.”
His palm ghosts over the welted curve of my ass—gentle, deceptive—before it grips hard enough to bruise. Then he snakes up, pinching my nipple until I stamp my feet, trying to twist away.