What would you sacrifice for true love?
A captivating story of love, betrayal, and revenge. Perfect for any dark romance lover!
He rescued me from hell. Saved my soul. Made me whole again.
I was ready to end it all.
Content to die surrounded by the absence of anyone who loved me and with nothing to my name but scars and misery.
So when an opportunity finally presented itself to escape, I took it. I knew there was a chance he would find me, but I’d rather die fighting than die complaisant in my gilded cage.
However, my only ally had his own set of intentions.
I’d been liberated from one monster only to find myself in the clutches of another.
But this time, I’m ready.
This time I won’t go down without a fight.
I stare at myself in the mirror. My skin is still flushed. My nipples are still rock hard. Once my teeth are good and clean, I make my way into the shower. The hot water running over my skin feels amazing. After a few minutes of letting the water massage my back, I grab my shampoo and begin working it into my hair. I stick my head under the stream of water to wash it away. It smells like daffodils and it reminds me of something happy, but I can’t place it.READ MORE
While I am running my hands over my body, making sure my skin is free of the shampoo bubbles, my hand gently grazes over my clit and it sends a shock throughout my entire body. I shake it off and continue wiping all of the suds away. A few minutes later and my clit is still buzzing as if I’m holding a vibrator to it. Fuck, I still really need release. This is the first time I’ve ever been in control in this kind of situation. I place my fingers over my clit again and press gently. My eyes roll back into my head as the shock rolls through my body once more.
I start moving my hand in a circular motion, mimicking what Marshall was doing earlier. My pulse starts to race, my breathing hitches once again. Desperately, I try to get myself off. The sensation causing my body to tense with delicious anticipation. I’m close again. So close. Please! I will give anything to be able to make this happen! I’m starting to lose my orgasm and I am so frustrated I could scream.
Suddenly, in a last desperate move to achieve my release, I grab my nipple between the thumb and index finger on one of my hands and I squeeze it, hard. I twist it this way and that way, all the while my other hand is still flying over my clit, moving faster than I could have even thought was possible.
I stop and dip two fingers inside of me, then I remove them. Back to my clit, circling, rubbing, squeezing it. Yes, I’m almost there. Closer than I was before. As soon as I feel my release begin, I squeeze both my nipple and my clit, twisting them both between my fingers and it takes everything in me not to scream out loud.
I kneel down on the floor of the shower for what seems like hours before coming back to my senses. Both my body and my mind are like jelly. I make it to my feet with the help of the bench. I can hardly stand on my own let alone find my way out of the shower. Even with the pain that I was inflicting on myself, I was barely able to make myself orgasm. The look on Marshall’s face when I told him I needed pain flashes back into my mind.
I know he said that it was fine, that he wasn’t bothered by it, but I know he isn’t telling me the truth. Not the whole truth anyway. He has always said that the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt me. But what if I need him to? He’s so going to get tired of this. Tired of me. I’ve let myself get too comfortable here. It’s only going to hurt worse when it all comes to an end.COLLAPSE