Growing up with the belief that it was impossible to please her mom, she constantly second-guessed herself. Accepting others was challenging for her, while trusting them was even harder. Loving them felt almost impossible at times. Or perhaps she was the one who was impossible to love. Maybe her mom was right, and she wasn't good enough to receive love.
Those doubts were present in her childhood and continued to haunt her into adulthood.
Today, she'd disappointed Serge. Again.
How would he ever fall in love if she always upset him? She was setting herself up for heartbreak.
Serge opened her door, unfastened her seatbelt, and picked her up. She buried her head in his shoulder and closed her eyes. The need to understand his thoughts and the reasons behind his disapproval no longer troubled her. She only required his arms around her.
She shot up when he placed her on the bed and stepped away. "Don't go." She scrambled off the bed and lunged at him. "Please."
He held her away from him, his hands on her shoulders. "Stop."
"Don't leave," she said, hating the whine in her voice.
"I'm going to get you some Tylenol." He turned her around and smacked her ass, sending her toward the bed. "I'll be right back."
She whirled around and grabbed him, plastering herself against him. "No. Don't go."
The raw panic building inside of her burst out. She climbed him, throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him down, and kissing him. She shoved her tongue into his mouth, needing him to forget what she'd done, to forgive her, to let her have another chance.
She wanted to show him everything she couldn't say as she grabbed his cock through his pants, stroking him through the material. She could make him forget how angry he was with her.
He fisted her hair, pulling her away from him, and then pushed her down on her knees. "Stop, Bree."
Her body hummed. She wanted to beg and scream, but all her attention went to the front of his trousers.
She fumbled with his belt. He was hard inside his pants. She could feel him. His arousal had to mean something.
He pushed her hands away, pulled the leather belt out of the loops on his trousers, and ran the end of the strap under her chin. "Don't move."
Her vision clouded. "Serge, I—"
"Don't talk." His fingers let go of her hair.
Her scalp prickled as the strands fell back into place, sending a shiver down her spine. She held her breath as he walked behind her. His hands stroked her arms, pulling them back until her wrists crossed. He'd bound her arms behind her and looped the belt around her ankles, tying her like an animal to slaughter.
She tugged. Serge grabbed her hair to keep her from falling forward. "I told you not to move."
He walked around her, twisting her hair, immobilizing her, until he returned in front of her and undid the zipper of his jeans, freeing his erection.
She strained against his hold, needing his heat, wanting him inside of her, possessing her, showing her he'd never leave. He stepped forward, cock in hand, and she opened her mouth and closed her eyes.
"Look at me." He tapped her cheek with the head of his dick.
She'd barely opened her eyes when he took his hardness and slapped her cheek. Her pussy spasmed and she widened her knees, tilting her head up higher so she could gaze into his face.
Stern and unforgiving, he watched her intently while rubbing his dick along the length of her neck. "If I ever catch you talking, walking, looking at the people on the street, I will spank your ass until you're too sore to walk out the door."
She bit her lip to keep her teeth from chattering. Why was that threat better than any promise he could've given her? She wasn't looking for someone to control her, was she?
The thrill of what he could make her do overpowered every worry, and she opened herself to anything he gave her.
He pulled on her hair, and when she cried out from the startling pain, he stuck his cock in her mouth. She sucked greedily, pulling on his hold, needing him to fill her.
His hips thrust forward. She gagged but went right back to taking his length into her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned low in her throat.
"No." He removed his cock. "Look. At. Me."
