Page 121 of Redeemed

“No!” She claws at my arm. “Stop—juststop.You can’t do this.”

“I gave you a choice, angel, and you made your decision. Maybe next time, you’ll take me more seriously.”

Haven is scratching at me and leaving long, red marks up my forearms. When she tries to stomp on my foot, I throw her over my shoulder the way I did the other night. She screeches in protest and pounds her fists into my back, only stopping when I slap her ass as hard as I can.

My plan had been to hold back, but if she’s going to be like this, then fuck that. I spank her again in the same spot, and she cries out, fisting my shirt.

“What the hell?” she seethes.

Ignoring her, I carry her into the basement. It’s fully finished with a private movie room, a home gym, and an open area for hanging out that’s complete with a pool table, plenty of other games, and a fully stocked bar.

But none of that is why we’re down here.

I push through the black double doors that conceal what Xander affectionately calls my torture room. I’d correct him, but… well, he’s not entirely wrong.

Haven lets out a startled squeak as she gets a look around the room. It’s dark in here, only lit by the strip of purple lights running along the perimeter of the ceiling. It makes everything look more intimidating for her, I’m sure.

When I dump her in front of a bed—the tamest piece of equipment in here—she tries to run. But before she’s even on her feet, I have my hand on the back of her neck, shoving her to the floor so she’s kneeling and facing the side of the bed. She goes easily, not from a lack of resistance, but because it takes nothing to throw around.

“Weak,” I taunt. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

“You mother—”

I grab Haven’s shirt and yank it off her body, leaving her fully exposed except for the tiny black shorts we supplied her with. I rip those off next.

“No,” she shrieks. Her arms instantly go to cover herself even though I’m behind her. A sob escapes her mouth, and the terror in it is almost enough to stop me in my tracks.

But there’s a darker part of me, an inner monster that most people can ignore, that latches on to her fear. I want to expose it, exploit it,ownit.

I already have the things I’ll need for this laid out on the black sheets. Deep down, I knew Haven would choose this. She’s been hiding something for a long time, and she’ll cling to it until the bitter end. She’ll do the same for what little control she has left, even though she so desperately wants to surrender it.

She needs to be broken, and while she’d never admit it on a conscious level, I know she knows. Unlike me, her inner monster is tamped down. Restrained.

I plan to unleash it.

There’s a pair of leather handcuffs on the mattress. They’re attached to a rope that’s secured to the far side of the bedframe—only one of the restraints I plan to use on her today.

Haven struggles against me, but I manage to get the cuffs on her with little to no effort. She kicks at me, and I click my tongue, scolding her softly. Her resistance fuels me, solidifying in my head that this was the right choice.

There’s a pink spot already forming on Haven’s ass, and I spank her there again as I grab the spreader bar. Her yelp is so sweet, and the sob it’s paired with has my dick hardening beneath my sweatpants.

“Naughty, naughty girl.” Kneeling behind her, I shove her legs apart and secure the leather restraints of the spreader bar to her ankles. Now she’s forced to keep her legs apart for me.

The bed sits low. Lucas suggested I invest in an adjustable one so I can change the height as needed, and it’s one of the best pieces of advice he’s ever given to me.

“Lean forward,” I command.

Haven tosses a dirty look over her shoulder and yanks against her restraints.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

As I stroll to the other side of the bed, I feel Haven’s glare burning into the back of my neck. It only serves in heightening my anticipation for what’s about to hit her. She’s got no fucking clue.

Crouching on the plush rug that sits under the bed, I adjust the rope until it’s pulled so tight that Haven is forced to lay her torso across the bed. Her face hits the mattress, the rope digging into the sheets from how taut it is.

“If you’re smart, you’ll learn your lesson quickly.” I move so I’m standing behind her again. “I’m not someone you want to provoke.”

Kneeling to one side of her, I stroke the black flogger down her bare back. She tenses at the feeling of the long leather falls dragging across her skin. I wonder if she saw this before I forced her down—wonder if she knows what it’s for.

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