Page 105 of Redeemed

I drop down and look up at him. My assumption is that he’s going to pull his dick out, so when he grabs my hair and shoves my face to the floor, I yelp in surprise.

“Clean up the mess you made.”

This close to it, there’s no way to ignore the small pool of my desire on the floor. My entire body heats with embarrassment. How could I get turned on from this? How do I want more? And why was there a small part of me that was ready andwillingto let Colton fuck my mouth?

I can’t want this. Not from him.Neverfrom him.

“Now, you fucking whore.”

Colton’s hand in my hair is replaced with a foot on the back of my neck. He doesn’t put much weight on me, just enough to push me down the rest of the way.

Hands clenched behind my back, I lick up my desire. It’s tangy and a little bitter, mixed with the taste of the finish on the wood flooring. Only when I’m done does Colton let me up.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, grimacing when he spits into it. Even though it disgusts me, I force myself to swallow.

“What are you?” he asks.

Eyes squeezing shut, I whisper, “Please don’t do this.”

He pulls my hair tighter, harder. “Say it. All of it.”

This time, I can’t stop my tears from streaming down my face. “I’m an object. I’m your toy. I—I—” The words get stuck in my throat as Colton gropes my breasts.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“I’m your personal fleshlight,” I whisper. “Nothing more than a pair of tits and holes.”

He drags me in front of the TV so all I can see is the two of us reflected in the black screen. “Now say it again, this time to yourself.”

I look at myself—at my glistening cheeks and drool-soaked breasts, at the collar fastened around my neck, at Colton hovering over me, holding me upright. Like this, I really do look like everything he says I am.

“Don’t make me tell you again, angel.”

“You’re an object,” I tell my reflection, voice wavering. “You’re a sex toy. You’re a fleshlight. All… all you are is a pair of tits and a set of warm holes to fuck. You’re… you’re a whore.”

Colton kisses my temple, and the soft gesture makes my chest ache. “Good girl.” When he straightens, he makes eye contact with my reflection and pets my hair. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I take a quick shower, and the hot water warms me up some. Using Colton’s shampoo and soap is yet another reminder that, for the foreseeable future, he owns me. I’m pretty sure he’s forcing me to use his stuff as yet another way to strip me of any sense of self I have left. It kills me that, somehow, he’s already managed to do it.

At least his lotion doesn’t have a scent to it, so I slather it on while trying to scrounge up even an ounce of dignity.

Once I’m dressed, I step out of Colton’s bathroom. He’s sitting in an armchair in a corner with a book. A black cat is sitting in his lap, and he’s absentmindedly stroking it while reading. I go still as the years-long worry that Colton abandoned her disappears.

“Star,” I whisper, and my heart squeezes painfully.

Lazily, Colton looks up. When he sees the look of relief on my face, his hand stops on Star’s back. “What, did you think I’d throw her out of the house or something?”

“You’re a horrible person, Colton. You can’t blame me for worrying what you’d do to her.”

“I wouldneverabandon an animal like that.”

“No,” I say softly, but my anger still bleeds through. “Just your friends.”

“A traitor isn’t a friend.”

Star hops off Colton’s lap and meanders over to me. Kneeling, I hold out my hand and let her sniff it, only petting her after she licks at my palm a few times.

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