Page 39 of Break Me

Dorin casts a sour look my way, then steers his girl down the hall.

I follow suit, gripping my sub’s arm to pull her off the floor and bring her along.

My mind does another one-eighty as I follow Dorin to a whipping room, making worry spike within me anew. My sub might be safe physically, but seeing Dorin deliver a punishment might just leave a huge mental scar. Dorin is not the type to go easy, and when given the chance to punish for a severe infraction, he usually lets loose the beast. If a girl walks away from one of his punishments with only a few broken bones, she’s lucky.

I don’t want my sub to witness that. But I also don’t want to risk her falling into his claws again. This might be what she needs to stay the hell away from him and his girl. And it will teach her a lesson she clearly needs to learn.

When Dorin starts unstrapping the straitjacket on the blonde, I grab my sub’s arms and force her attention on me. “How many times have you snuck away when I told you to stay put? Show me with your fingers.”

Worry widens her eyes as she lifts her shoulders.

“More than ten times?”

Her stuttered breath makes her nostrils flutter as she once again lifts her shoulders.

My jaw tightens, and I shove the back of my hand under her chin as her eyes fall to the floor. I don’t say a word, but her shrinking posture tells me she can read my anger more than plenty on my face. If watching this punishment doesn’t send her into tears and strings of apologetic pleas, I’ll make sure to find something else that will.

Grabbing the chair in the corner, I move it to sit at the center of the far wall, where I haul her onto my lap. Then I grab a bundle of rope off the wall and make quick work of tying her hands together and securing the rope around her waist. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I force her attention onto Dorin and the poor girl that he’s stringing up to a hook in the ceiling by ropes on her wrists, her back to us.

“You’d better watch every single moment of this, or I’ll make him repeat it on a new girl,” I say into her ear, making her shudder at the threatening note in my voice—or maybe the prospect of being responsible for yet another girl’s suffering.

Tugging at the wrist restraints, she points her fingers up at the mask while whimpering unintelligible words. When I don’t respond, she even starts straining against my grip on her hair. She’s trying to beg me to stop this, but I’m not relenting. With each passing second I think about her deliberate disobedience, I grow more determined to force her to witness this. Hell, as she keeps fighting me, kicking her legs against the ground as her whimpers grow more desperate, I’m even tempted to string her up on the hook and let Dorin punish her alongside the other girl.

I’m not sure why I feel so strongly about this. I punish girls for disobedience on a daily basis. And severe disobedience that calls for a bigger punishment like this one is just another part of the job. But this feels personal. This girl is no longer just an unwilling victim. She’s a good little sub.My sub.

Fuck.I shove the thought out as I trap her legs beneath mine and force my temper down. “Did you enjoy being a bad, disobedient sub?” I ask in a level tone as I watch Dorin fasten the blonde’s legs in a spreader bar.

My sub shakes her head almost as ardently as when Mikhail made Dorin’s girl take the punishment. Her scalp must hurt from the way she struggles against my grip on her hair, and the knowledge makes my dick stir in my pants.Good girl,she regrets it. But she doesn’t deserve those two words yet.

“Are you gonna take responsibility and take your punishment like the obedient sub you want to be?”

She sniffles, and I lift a hand to feel a wet trail on her cheek as she nods her head. I don’t need her words to know what she’s thinking. She’s torn, feeling like she’s not the one getting punished, but she knows this is the only way I’m going to let her repent, so she’ll accept it. Because she needs to repent.

“Watch this for me and I’ll forgive you.”

Her sniffling becomes louder, but her shoulders sag. My cock grows beneath her, feeling how she gives in. How she accepts this cruel punishment to please me. Her legs go still, her arms go limp against the rope, and her back leans into me. She’s mine and she knows it. No, even better: Shewantsit.

But the moment Dorin unclips his baton from his belt, she goes frantic again, straining and whimpering desperately.

Dorin delivers a blow to the blonde girl’s ass, one to her right thigh, and one to the left. She barely even releases a sound, but the agony is palpable in her jerky movements, the harsh thuds of the impact, and in the way her knees cave in on the last blow.

My sub goes livid, screaming behind the muzzle. Her entire body tenses like Dorin just delivered those three blows to her body.

He lifts the baton again, and my sub claws at her own skin, pushing her feet into the stone floor so hard she must be scraping her skin, and her muffled screams are growing manic.

Fuck,this is worse than I thought. I’m about to turn her around on my lap and let her seek shelter against my body when Dorin throws the baton aside.

Draping an arm around the blonde’s waist, Dorin supports her weight, relieving her wrists from holding it all. Then he delivers a smack to her ass with his bare hand.

I’m stunned for a moment, almost forgetting about the despairing sub in my arms as I watch Dorin—fucking Dorin—holding a girl steady against him as he smacks her with his bare hand. It’s like a strange dream that doesn’t add up with anything that happens in real life. Yet, what I’m witnessing is very real. Dorin pulls her closer as he delivers another smack. Leaning his head against hers, he delivers two more. The girl starts shaking, but it’s not from the pain as Dorin presses a kiss to her temple. The small gesture makes her break into a loud sob. She has been holding back, refusing to scream and cry, trying to stay brave. And now, this big beast offers her a little tenderness, and she can’t hold back.

But my sub doesn’t see the tenderness and the connection forming between the two. She doesn’t see the mercy and the comfort. She only sees the violence thatshehas caused. She’s sobbing now, hyperventilating through her nose. She keeps straining and struggling, but her motions are growing weaker. She’s had enough. I release her legs and her hair to turn her around, letting her crawl into my lap and sink her head into my shoulder. I cover her head with my palm to take the blow of the sound while draping my other arm around her waist.

She doesn’t need to see more, but I need to see this. So I shelter her in my embrace while I watch in fascination as Dorin comforts the girl for the pain he inflicts on her. It’s almost like watching myself in a mirror, yet so very strange. Dorin is the last person on earth I’d expect this from. I always thought us to be fundamentally different, but I guess we’re more alike than I could imagine, and I feel myself drawn to the scenario in front of me, unable to look away until Dorin frees the girl and hoists her up to cradle her against his chest.

A strange pang shoots through me as I watch the girl cling to Dorin as he carries her out. I’m not sure why, because I have a girl of my own clinging to me right now. A sweet, submissive girl, who carries my mark and eagerly succumbs to my command.

“It’s okay,” I say to reassure her. “The girl is okay. Dorin didn’t beat her up too badly. He’s taking care of her.”

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