Page 52 of My Turn

“N-no,” she said, shaking her head. “Don’t you dare come near me with that thing.”

“I have a question.”

“No fucking questions!”

Her anger made me smirk and I once again wished she could see my face. “Why didn’t you tell your boyfriend about us? Is our relationship so unimportant to you?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she snapped.

“Ah, but you knew exactly who I was talking about. Tell me, Alana. Do you want him to be your boyfriend?”

“No.”

“You’ve friend zoned the poor guy, haven’t you? I’ll admit, I was jealous the other day when I saw him all but kiss you. You enjoyed it.”

She turned her head away to ignore me, so I started setting the machine up with black ink. I’d thought about using alocalized anesthetic, but I decided against it. I wanted her to feel it and remember.

When it was ready, I looked at her face. She was so beautiful. Part of me wanted to pull her against me and wipe away that tear that had managed to escape, but the other part- the one that had been born twelve years ago and became this twisted, wretched thing- needed this.

Dropping onto my elbows between her legs, I brushed my fingers over her thigh. “Do you love him?”

Her gaze snapped back to me. “It’s none of your business.”

“Sure, it is. It’s the reason I’m here right now, punishing you. You won’t give him what he wants, though, so it’s not a big deal. The teacher, on the other hand, is a fucking problem.”

“Fuck you.” She watched me bring the tattoo machine toward her with fearful eyes. “W-where are you gonna put it?”

“Just your thigh. Relax and close your eyes. It’ll be easier.”

She did as I asked. The fact that she was submitting to me already was just beautiful. She was smart enough to see that she was stuck here at my mercy. And she knew that fighting me only made things worse.

The buzz of the machine made her flinch. I gripped her thigh tightly, laughing a little at how tense she was. Trailing my hand further up, I spread her labia and brushed my thumb across her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn’t look down at me. Acquiescence at its finest.

I swiped a cotton ball with alcohol over the area and she grunted. “What are you doing?”

“Maybe I want to pleasure you first.”

“What is that?”

Before she got freaked out enough to look, I pressed the needles just above her clit. Knowing she would lose her absolute shit, I pulled back quickly, just before she screamed and bucked her hips.

“What the fuck are you doing!” she shrieked.

“Jesus. Shut up and take a nap.”

“Take a nap? Are you fucking insane?”

“After everything I’ve done so far, do you have to ask that?”

She stared at me with an impressive amount of anger on her face. I cocked my head, then looked down and brought the machine closer.

“No!” she shouted.

“If you move, it’s going to hurt a hell of a lot worse. You’re not getting out of this, no matter what you do, and if you keep screaming, I’ll just fuck your throat until it’s too hoarse to make a sound. What’ll it be?”

“God,” she groaned. Her hands thrashed desperately, to no avail. After a few shuddering breaths, she dropped her head back. “Please just don’t.”

Parting her lips with two fingers, I touched her with the needles again. Another scream tore from her throat and it was clear she was trying to stay still, but she kept writhing.

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