Page 64 of Trust In Me

“I completely agree, Sir. Which is why I want to ask your permission to hold off on anything more between us tonight. This is the night before our wedding, and if we want our marriage to last, we shouldn’t mess with fate. We should sleep separately, only so that when we consummate the marriage, it will be so much more special.” I keep my eyes up, holding his gaze as I try to look as timid and non-threatening as possible.

“Hmmm. I hadn’t thought about that. It’s true, this is the night before our wedding, and superstition does say that we should spend the night apart. Obviously I want our marriage to be long and successful. So…I think I will agree to this,” he mutters, almost to himself rather than to me. I want to smile, to celebrate the small win, but I know better than to let him see how I feel. Unfortunately, he continues talking. “I can’t deny my body craves you, and I do need to punish you. I can’t start our marriage with that hanging over us. I will class the beating you’ve taken as part of your punishment, as I think you have learnt from this, but it’s still not enough.”

Fuck! I thought I’d got him.

He continues to mumble to himself, until he finally reaches a decision. “Right, I have decided how we can rectify this. I will spank you to make sure you understand your punishment, and then you will suck my cock. I have waited far too long for you, Little Bunny. I will wait for the full experience once you are my wife, but I think a little cheat tonight won’t hurt anyone.”

My body shakes as I realise I’m not going to be able to make him change his mind. I cast my eyes down to the floor, and mumble my agreement to his terms. If I don’t agree to this, fuck knows how much worse this can be.

The terror in my eyes must be clearly visible to Kyle as the sick, sadistic smile spreads across his face. “I will give you the choice. Which do you want to do first? Shall I spank your ass until you accept the pain you have caused me, or shall I fuck your face first? Fair warning, if you choose the blow job first, and I get turned on while I’m spanking you, I will have no choice but to have you take care of that. Can’t go into my wedding with blue balls now, can I?”

He waits for my answer, and I want to ignore him. He’s making it sound like he’s giving me a fucking choice, but he isn’t. I don’t want another beating, so I reply instantly, “Please can you spank me first, Sir. Hopefully that will get you very hot and horny after punishing me, and then I can help make you feel good, if you allow me to do that, Sir.”

“Would you like to suck my cock, Little Bunny?” he taunts, reaching down to stroke my face, holding my chin to make sure I maintain eye contact with him.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, my voice remains monotone as I try to say what he wants to hear.

“Come on, Little Bunny. You can do better than that.” He grabs hold of my hair and roughly pulls my head back, making it clear he’s becoming frustrated. He wants me to play the role I adopted years ago, the one he taught me to play. Humiliation floods my cheeks as I realise I have no choice but to play along.

“I’m nothing but a dirty whore, Sir. My holes all belong to you, and I live simply to make you happy. Of course I want to taste your cock, and to make you happy, Sir. Please, spank me and show me what a bad little girl I've been. I promise to be good from now on. I promise to make you feel good. Please let me swallow your cock, Sir.” The words sound like I’m reading from a script. As Kyle lifts me to my feet by my hair, he throws me over his knee, and fear trembles through my body.

No! I don’t want this. Please. I don’t want this. I allow myself just a moment to go to my happy place. I think of lying in bed with Kellan’s arm around me, while Hallie lays on top of us, giggling while we play together in the morning. I think about all the good in my life, blocking out the pain and humiliation Kyle’s forcing upon me.

Itry to force the memories out of my mind, but the physical pain I feel whenever I try to move my body, the throbbing ache in my head, the sharp stabbing pain in my lungs whenever I try to take a breath, they all act as reminders. No matter how many times I brushed my teeth last night, I can still taste his salty vile cum on my tongue.

I stayed in the large tub for over an hour after Kyle finally left last night, hoping the delicious hot water would burn away the itching disgust I feel spreading across my skin. No matter how much agony my broken body is in, it’s nothing compared to the break in my soul. I thought I’d escaped this cycle of abuse, I thought I was free, but now I’m right back to where I started. I want to fight back. I want to fight for the life I’ve built with Kellan and Hallie, but I can't. Years of training, learning that I’ll be punished more severely if I don’t do as I’m told, it brought my submissive side back to the surface.

I’m not the same person as I was the last time I was here. I’m not truly submissive. He can intimidate me, cause me pain, or try to break me, but I have so much more to fucking live for this time. I don’t know exactly how I’ll get out of here, but you can bet I’m not going to just sit here and allow Kyle to win. I will get free and I will get back to my family. Yet, for now, I need to make him think that I’m on board, that he has control over me. So when I do fight back, he won’t ever see me coming.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m just very tired this morning. It was a long night last night,” I speak quickly, trying to ensure he doesn’t punish me further. Last night I couldn't even sit on my ass. When Kyle got bored with spanking my ass using his hand, he rained the last few blows down on my ass and upper thighs using his belt, drawing blood in a few places. So it’s not surprising that sitting down is so fucking painful today.

“Good, Little Bunny. I’m glad you learnt your lesson last night. Now, I know we aren’t supposed to see each other on our wedding day, but I don’t believe in that sort of bullshit. I know our marriage will be a success, why would it not? Anyway, in the next couple of hours I will be sending in a girl who I’ve worked with before. She’ll come in and do your hair and make-up and will get you ready for the wedding. But, before she gets here, I want you to shower, and remove all the hair from your body. In just a couple of hours, you will be my wife, and I want to make sure you look your best. Do you have any questions?” he asks, like I have a choice in this shitshow. But, I decide to try, just in case.

I take a deep breath, embracing the sharp stabbing pain in my ribs that I’m used to now. “Can I ask about the wedding, Sir? How big is it going to be? Will any of my friends be invited?” I maintain the eye contact Kyle insists on, and give him a small smile, trying to show him I’m embracing the wedding.

“It’ll be held here, and all of my family and friends will be here. I think there will be around sixty people coming, if not more. It’s a bit last minute, so not everyone can get here. I would have invited some of your friends, if I trusted them not to ruin the wedding. I’m sorry, Little Bunny. I will be inviting your father. He’ll believe he’s coming to discuss our situation, but once he’s here, I’ll update him. I figured you’d want your father to walk you down the aisle. Are you happy I thought to give you this gift?” That sick, sadistic smile on his face appears genuine, and I have to school my features so he can’t see what I’m really thinking. This asshole genuinely believes this is my dream wedding. I hate my father and there’s no fucking way, if I was really getting married—I try not to think about Kellan when I think about what my real wedding would be like—but, I can tell you this for sure, my father would be the last fucking person on the invite list.

I quickly respond in the fake, cheerful voice I know he expects. “That is so thoughtful of you. I will be sad that Bree won’t be here, though. Is there any way we could make this happen?”

“No!” he snaps, and I flinch, waiting for the blow that thankfully doesn’t come. “Sorry, Little Bunny, but it won’t be possible. I just don’t trust her not to try and ruin our wedding. Once we’re married and settled into our lives together, I will revisit this, but for now I believe she’s a bad influence on you.”

I don’t bother to reply, I simply smile and nod my head, letting him know I support his decision. He’s right, if Bree was here, she would burn the world down to make sure she got me out of here. So, as much as it pains me, Kyle’s actually being incredibly smart. I’m going to have to think of another way to escape. I’m holding out hope that Kellan will find me. He’ll leave no stone unturned until he finds me and brings me home. Once I get home, you can bet your fucking life I won’t ever leave again.

Kyle holds out his arms, indicating that I’m to go to him, and I waste no time because I know exactly what will happen if I don’t follow his commands. I crawl across the bed, ignoring the pain that ricochets all over my body, trying to keep my face neutral. This sadistic asshole takes pleasure in seeing my pain, so I’ll do everything I fucking can to avoid him getting that power.

Once I’m at the edge of the bed, he pulls me into his arms, and presses his lips against mine. I freeze, closing my eyes to try and block everything out, but he places his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me even closer. His kiss is bruising and his tongue pushes through my closed, unmoving lips. When Kyle realises I’m not reciprocating his affection, he pauses. I hear the slap of his hand against my ass cheek before I feel the pain. It’s so much worse than a spank would normally be because his hand lands directly on the bruises and welts that already sting from last night. I know what he wants and so I open my mouth and kiss him back. I try to close myself off, to think of other things, but thinking of my happy place, of Kellan and Hallie, while this man is kissing me, just feels wrong. So I imagine fighting him. I think about all the ways I could fight against him, and all the ways I will kill him when I get the chance. I also make a mental note to get Kellan, Liam, and Bree to train me when I get back home. I never want to be this helpless fucking damsel in distress ever again. I want to know how to fight, how to kill, because if I ever get taken again, I need to know how to hold my own. I’m done being the submissive little walk over these men clearly think I am.

After Kyle finishes kissing me for a few minutes, making sure he gets a good grope of my ass in the meantime, he pulls away, looking at me with the same dark eyes. “I’m going to go and get everything ready for our perfect day. Make sure you get yourself ready. I will not marry you if you’re anything less than perfect, do you understand?” he asks, and I reply with the usual acknowledgement that pleases him. He walks towards the door, freezes, and turns towards me. “The girl will be here in about an hour. See you soon, Little Bunny.”

He turns and leaves, and I waste no time doing as I’m told. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth as many times as I can, until my gums start to bleed. No matter what I do, I can’t rid my mouth of his taste. Hopefully, a scalding hot shower will burn away my shame.

After showering and shaving to Kyle’s standard, I towel myself dry and wrap my hair in a smaller towel. I walk back into the bedroom, and once I’m dry, I assess the damages in front of the mirror. I gasp at the reflection I see before me. There’s black, purple, and blue bruising covering my right side and across my abdomen. Along the tops of my thighs on the front and back there are red welts, no doubt from the belt, along with what looks to be scabs from where the belt buckle sliced open the skin. You can see handprints across my ass. There’s also crescent-shaped piercings across my hips and arms, accompanied by small bruises that are consistent with a hand gripping me tight enough that his nails punctured my skin.

Quickly I run to the wardrobe, pulling out the longest t-shirt I can find, pulling it over my body. I can’t bear to look at the damage he’s caused. It just reminds me of how fucking weak I am. I curl up into a ball on the bed, trying to comfort myself as best I can, when the door swings open. I don’t bother lifting my head, I know who it will be. It’s the start of the worst day of my life.

A deep, rumbly voice I recognise as belonging to Kyle’s bodyguard, Lionel, speaks. “Mia, this is your assistant for the day. She is not our usual girl, so I want to make it very fucking clear, I will not tolerate any nonsense. You have two hours to get Mia ready, and I would appreciate it if she’s ready early. I will not tolerate tardiness. It’s my job to get her to the altar on time, and you will not fuck that up. Do I make myself very clear?”

Both myself and the girl mumble agreements, but I don’t bother looking up. I hear Lionel moving towards the door, but the girl stops him. “Sir, I don’t mean to cause any problems, but in order to get her ready for this wedding, please do I have permission to give her some medication. She’s clearly in pain, and if I can help take the pain away, then that will help me get her ready quicker.” Fuck, I hope Lionel says yes, because I’m in so much fucking pain.

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