Page 28 of My Skin Begs You Please

We stood at the foot of the stairs up to that master bedroom I didn’t give a hoot about. I darted a glance into the living room, but I saw nothing there to support the kind of play I’d been promised.

Play—ha, what a word for what I wanted to do.

Staring into Luke’s eyes, I saw something I didn’t want to see there. Hewantedme. He wanted to get inside me, and breed myass, and hewantedme to agree to come back to his house when it was over to do it again. I could see it all in an instant.

He didn’t hate himself for wanting any of that either.

Fuck.

An anxious giggle welled and nearly broke free, but I swallowed it down with the disappointment. There was no way this was going to work. He’d never actually scare me.

Discontent settled inside. Along with it, anger.

With a snarl, I pulled off my clothes, dropping them in a heap at my feet. I smeared my lipstick tugging the pink blouse off over my head instead of taking the time to undo all the buttons. Naked, I raised my hands to the side. “Well?” I asked. “Like it?”

His brow popped up. “Excuse me?”

I bit back a groan. Did we have to play this game in such a lame way? Couldn’t we just be honest and fuck? I’d get off, he’d get off, and I could go back to Kyle to get what I needed—and what Kyle needed too if we were all being honest about it.

“I saidexcuse me.”

“Sir,” I spit out. “Do you like it, Sir?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you do, Sir. I think you want to fuck me, Sir.” My dick stirred, and despite feeling certain this encounter wouldn’t provide me with what I needed to give up Kyle, I was still beyond ready to get fucked.

Luke sneered. “Youwouldthink that,” he said, eyeing me all over. “But all I see is a slut who’s too pale, too skinny, too eager to come, and way too fucking sure of himself.” He turned away from me. “Don’t worry. We’ll fix that.”

The door beside the stairway, which I’d assumed was a closet, opened to reveal the way down to the basement. “Pick up your clothes,” he ordered.

I hesitated, but only a moment.

“Fold them.”

I held the bundle in front of me, my cock deflating. “Now?”

“Did I say later?”

With difficulty, I folded my clothes without dropping them, using my chin to hold edges as I worked. When I had a pile in my hands, he nodded. “Go,” he said, motioning me toward the staircase to the basement. “Get down there. Put your clothes on the hardback chair in the corner. Wait for me. When I join you, I’d better find you on your knees.”

“And if I’m not?”

“You will be.”

I wanted to argue, to laugh in his face, but I held it back.

I started down the stairs, my legs shaking, and a hot shot of excited fear raced up my spine and tingled my brain. What was I going to find down there? A truly scary dungeon? Implements of pain and bondage equipment? Would Luke’s basement be terrifying enough to save me from myself?

At first glance, my hope intensified. The finished basement was like many others I’d seen in my life except it had a concrete floor with a drain in the middle, and instead of a TV set and a sofa or a lounge chair or two, there was a full-size bed, a night table with a lamp, a lounge chair, a bathroom, and a half dozen or more large contraptions that were obviously designed for torture. Sexual torture.

I stared at them one by one. A table with straps and a section that slid away so a person’s balls, cock, and ass could be easily accessed. A bench with more hooks and straps which could be used to immobilize a sub while exposing everything that mattered. A Saint Andrew’s cross. A series of cages from quite big to worryingly small. A wall displaying instruments of all kinds, most notably whips and paddles and chains. There was some kind of machine with a thick dildo attached at one end.

How much had all this cost him to put together? How had he afforded it? Who spent that kind of money on these sorts of tools? More importantly, what kind of pain could they wring out of a person? And what sort of man got off on causing it?

A cold-blooded sadist.

The futility of the situation hit hard. I wasn’t about to make Luke feel things he didn’t want to feel. I wasn’t about to own him the way I could own Kyle just by licking my lips while holding eye contact. Luke wasn’t going to come inside me screaming with rage and trying to kill me.

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