“And you are?”
“Your Sub.”
The final number came out as a whimper.
Jason leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. His body pressed against mine, his cock teasing against my slick pussy.
“I’m going to fuck you, but I promise you won’t enjoy it. I’m going to bury myself so far inside your cunt that you’ll scream. Tears are going to stream down your face, and it’ll almost be as wet as your pussy.”
Jason spun my body around so he could watch as he broke me. He reached for the clamps still on my nipples, tightening them until a strangled moan slipped from my lips.
He didn’t wait before forcing himself inside me in one hard thrust. I gasped, my nails digging into his arms. There was no time to adjust before he pulled back and drove into me again.
Every stroke knocked the air from my lungs, my body stretching, burning, taking everything he gave. I was completely at his mercy, and he knew it.
When our eyes met, his were dark with hunger, with control. He was going to break me, and I wanted him to. His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. His teeth found the crook of my neck, biting down just hard enough to make me whimper.
The pain mingled with the sensation of becoming his sent me spiraling into a trance.
By the time Jason finished and started to lead me out of the secluded basement, I didn’t protest. He pulled me to my feet,guiding me toward the door. My legs wobbled, barely holding me up, but I followed.
The flashing lights woke me up and snapped everything back into place.Oh God.
All at once I became aware of my surroundings, and I tried to shrink behind him, my naked body too exposed. My legs wobbled as I followed Jason, refusing to walk any further down the hall.
“We can’t go out there,” I hissed, growing frantic. “The girls from work will see me.”
But he didn’t stop.
The music got louder. My stomach crawled into my throat.
“Jason, please don’t,” I pleaded.
Before I could protest further, he spun, pinning me against the wall. His hand pressed down on my shoulder, his face inches from mine.
“What did you call me?” Chills ran up my spine at the sound of his voice.
“I-I-Uh—” Words refused to form as I stared into his eyes.
His gaze held me still. “Answer me.”
I swallowed hard.
“Your name,” I whispered.
And I knew, instantly, that was the wrong answer.
Jason’s hands pressed harder against me, his grip firm, demanding. A sharp gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver through me.
“Do you think it’s appropriate for my Sub to say my name?” His voice was low, controlled, but I knew better than to mistake it for kindness.
My heart pounded. I kept my eyes down, but his hard cock pressed against me, a silent promise of what would come if I trusted him.
“No, sir,” I mumbled.
Jason nodded, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing line down my spine.
“From now on, you will do what I say, when I say it. We already discussed your limits, and I will never break that trust. If you want to go over everything, we can, but not in the hall.”
