I wouldn’t lie about the twisted pleasure and arousal I discovered with these acts, but none of this was consensual. How low had I stooped? Was I that evil to torture a man, whip his genitals, send him shaking like this?
Finding my sister was the most important thing to me, but what if Dusty never spoke? How far would I go to extract the truth out of him?
I was certain his gang did a lot worse to Annie than what I did to him. Still, I didn’t take him for revenge. It wasn’t an eye for an eye thing. I only wanted to get my sister back.
The whip dropped from my fist, and, without thinking, I found myself wrapping my arms around his waist so tightly, rubbing his back to make him stop shuddering.
Weak. Pathetic. Stupid. Let him say whatever he wanted about me. I didn’t care.
His tense muscles relaxed in my grip. Slowly, the tremors slowed. He rested his chin on my head, and when the shaking stopped, he kissed my hair.
Now, I was the one who was trembling. Pulling away, I dragged my gaze to his. “What did you do that for?”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured.
“What do you mean you’re sorry? You kissed my head.” I stared at the red marks all over his chest and abdomen. “I just whipped you, and you kissed my fucking head.”
“You justhuggedme.”
Yes. And it felt so damn good. I swallowed, groping for a believable lie to tell. “To stop all that shaking. I thought you were going to pass out, and I need you awake.”
A tired smile crossed his face.
I stepped back, looking down. His huge erection stared back at me. I was too occupied with guilt that I failed to feel this monster against my stomach while I hugged him. “I can’t believe you right now.”
His head lulled back. “If it bothers you this much, you should put some clothes on me.”
“Or maybe I should chop it off.”
“You need me in one piece for the trade,” he retorted.
Damn. He was right. I grumbled. “Why the hell do you keep getting hard, you asshole?”
“’Cause all this shit you’re pulling is driving me nuts. It hurts like fuck, and I hate you for it, but… I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”
CHAPTER 15
Dusty
When she opened that bag, I remembered all the times I used similar toys on girls. How they drove them crazy, sending them so willing and soaking in submission. Not once had I thought the roles would be reversed and some bitch would use them on me. Without even my permission.
Not once had I thought I’d have fucking enjoyed it.
I’d never known that physical pain could make my cock hard and stiff as a fucking maypole, but it wasn’t just the pain that sent me aching. It was the loss of all control to this badass woman that wasn’t afraid to cross boundaries and get her hands dirty to protect her own, even when I didn’t allow her to take it. It was even better.
Forced submission. Bitches went crazy for it in Europe. It wasn’t my thing as I’d seen so many times before at the club but not for mutual pleasure. It was how the brothers sold pussy around without getting so much of an objection or a protest from the bitches.
Cameron wasn’t doing it for pleasure either, and I was no one’s bitch. I wasn’t submissive, and I doubted she knew she had a dominant side in bed. Maybe that was why, even when I should hate Cameron, my body loved what she was doing to me. Forcing me submit toher. Making me take pain forher.Onlyher. Or maybe it was the guilt I couldn’t shake off. The punishment I knew I deserved for letting that innocent little girl suffer.
Then she had to crack and fucking hug me. Right there, she killed me. The whip didn’t hurt as much as her embrace. It swallowed me whole and sealed her destiny in the darkness that brought us together, even if she didn’t know it yet.
I might hate Cameron for taking me and reminding me of the guilt that was tearing me apart, I’d make her pay for what she’d done, but, now, after I trembled for her, after I felt her tenderness folding around me, I would never let her go.
Filling my nostrils with the scent of her hair, I kissed it. In my head, I was waiting for the moment when I’d kiss her lips and every inch of her body until she was shuddering harder than how she was quivering now by my little kiss on the top of her head.
Pulling away, she dragged her big brown eyes up to mine. “What did you do that for?”
“I’m sorry.”