Page 42 of Heal Me

I watch in awe as Lavinia comes out of the pain and stares up at me with slightly parted lips, tiny moans spilling from them as need takes over. “P-please take me.”

“If you want my cock, you need to relax down here.” I grunt as her muscles keep squeezing me, sending currents of pleasure through my nerves but making any further advance difficult without ripping her. She’s so goddamn tight, and my girth is wide.

She closes her eyes, breathing through rounded lips as she focuses on relaxing.

“That’s it,” I tell her as she opens up. I push slowly but steadily, and her breaths come faster and heavier as I claim her ass. I think she’s enjoying it, but when a pained whimper escapes her and her brows draw tight, I lean in and grab her jaw. “Look at me,” I demand.

Her eyes fly open, and relief softens her features as I once again pull her out of the gruesome memories.

“Stay with me.I’mthe one who’s deep inside your ass.I’mthe one you goddamn belong to. Are we clear?”

She gives me a tiny nod, and a long, deep moan flows from deep within her belly as I start moving within her.

“Ask me for more pain,” I say.

She doesn’t hesitate. “Hurt me, Dorin. Please make it hurt.”

A smile draws up my lips as I turn up the voltage. “With pleasure.”

Her scream rips through the room, sending a shudder through me and making my balls draw up tight. I’m right at the edge and won’t be able to hold for long, but I want her with me. I spit on her clit and press my thumb into the moisture, holding my cock still inside her.

“You have one minute to come. If you don’t, you’ll get the highest voltage.”

Her eyes go terrified as she stares between me and the remote in my hand. “No, no, no,” she begs, but the fear does the exact thing I need it to. Even as terror keeps her eyes wide, her moans lengthen, and the red hue in her cheeks deepens.

Her hips strain against the restraints, seeking more of my touch, trying to move around my cock. But Dax has made this table well. All she manages are tiny jerks. It’s almost enough to throw me over, though.

“Time’s almost up,” I say even though only half a minute has passed. “Last chance.” I hold up the remote, turning the button as she watches, head shaking as terror furrows her delicate brows. I start moving inside her, and her begging becomes a rising staccato rhythm of moans as she nears the peak.

“No. No. No. No.”

Lowering the remote out of her sight, I turn the voltage down, and just as her muscles start to contract with her onsetting orgasm, I press the button.

She strains and convulses, jerking against the straps as her body becomes a battleground of pain and pleasure. Her delicious screams and moans fill the room, and her eyes roll back as shecomes apart. I growl as I slam into her, fucking her wildly as her pulsing muscles milk my cock.

“Fuck,” I say as the pleasure keeps shooting into my nerves, making me jerk wildly as I come inside her. “You feel so fucking good. All mine.”

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Lavinia is barely cognizant when I carry her back to her cell.

She barely moved as I freed her from the table, but despite her lethargic muscles, she wrapped her arms around my neck when I scooped her up.

I can’t believe she’s clinging to me, seeking my touch and comfort. I can’t believe Iwantto comfort her. Everything is upside down with Lavinia, and even having been aware of that from the start, it has made me fuck up repeatedly. I’ve been so set on not tarnishing her that I’ve kept her broken. Because this girl doesn’t need light to shine, I realize as I place her on the mattress and watch the peaceful look on her face as she blinks up at me, a soft smile curving her lips. She needs the darkness I can offer—like a bright star that can only be seen on a dark night sky. I felt it the first time I shot electricity through her body, I felt it the first time I locked her in the straitjacket and forced her to come, and I felt it when I punished her. Today, she even begged me for the pain. But not because she wanted to die or to escape. She wanted it to feel alive. Somehow, she finds peace in my brutality.

And I find peace in her.

I lie down behind her and drape the blankets over us, pulling her into my embrace and enjoying the perfect fit as she molds herself into my body. The tearing and the tarnishing are always what has made me feel strong and powerful, but as I lie here, feeling her open up to me, calm and peaceful despite everything,I feel a surge of power I’ve never felt before. Because I did this. I have the power to heal her.

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LAVINIA

I settle into a new routine that kindles my hope anew and drowns out the horrible things I learned at the hands of the guard—Jan—who raped me.

Slowly, I heal from the assault. Knowing that Dorin kidnapped me and is keeping me captive hasn’t changed the way my body reacts to him and his dark ministrations. Electrotherapy becomes a regular occurrence, and Dorin takes me back to the punishment room several times to string me up and spank me, then fuck my ass. The first few times he ties me to the hook in the ceiling—the same way Jan did—I nearly panic. But as with the electrotherapy, Dorin demands my attention on him at all times, thus slowly shoving the vile memories of Jan out of my head.

Dorin doesn’t use his baton on me again, even though it’s always hanging from his belt now. He only uses his hands. They’re more than plenty to rip loud screams out of me and send burning pain into my flesh. He doesn’t hold back—not with the forceful smacks, but also not the comfort. He’ll wrap an arm around my waist and pull me into his body, holding me tight, as he rains heavy blows down on my ass. Sometimes, I scream and writhe, trying to evade the pain, and some days, I sink into him, accepting it openly. No matter how it starts, it always ends thesame way—with me weeping in Dorin’s arms, crying out the hurt and anger that has festered inside me.

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