Page 55 of Our Little Dove

As if a switch has been flipped, he grabs my waist, lifting me up against the smooth tiles. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his hardness press against my entrance. The sensation sends electricity coursing through my body.

Our bodies connect with a force that sends shockwaves through the small space. I let out a loud gasp and I arch my back against the tiles as he fills me fully with one hard thrust.

He gave me no warning, and the feeling of his piercings are nearly too much. Pain radiates though me, causing tears to well in my widened eyes.

Fintan’s lips find mine in a punishing kiss, his tongue seeking entrance as his hands grip my sides, bruising me with need. I pull away, gasping for air.

“Tell me,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me who gave you those scars. Who did this to you?”

He grunts in frustration and starts moving again. “Why would I tell you? I don’t owe you a fucking answer,” he hisses, his hips pounding harder into me.

“I disagree! You owe me a lot of answers since you’ve contributed to scars I have. You’re not hiding behind your mask this time. I want to know you. I want to know why my pets hide their scars.”

Tears roll freely down my cheeks as I try to adjust to the pain of his harsh thrusts, and I am thankful he can’t see them under the shower. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

There’s a pause, as if Fintan is weighing my words. The water continues to cascade over us, turning the room into a steamy cage.

“I’m not your fucking pet,” he growls, the silent vulnerability snuffed out in an instant as he thrusts hard enough to make me wince. “No one will ever own me!”

His words hit me like a punch in the gut, and I feel a surge of emotions rising within me. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he fucks me. “Funny. You tried to claim me,Master. What makes you think you can do to me what you clearly despise? I’ll ask again. Who did this to you?”

The water starts running cold, but he does not relent. He is hurting me, but I embrace the pain as it seems to be the only way to get him to lower his defenses. While he hasn’t offered me a direct answer to my question, he is giving me plenty to work with.

“Thank you,” I whisper as he ruthlessly fucks me against the wall. My words catching him off guard as his thrusts falter. “For what?” he growls.

“You are giving back what you took from me,” I say looking him in his emotion-filled eyes while painful tears still slip from mine from his vicious movements.

The pain starts to morph into pleasure as his movements turn slower but deeper. “Fuck, it hurts so good. Make me come, pet.”

“Fuuuck…” he slows his pace as I feel the tension in his muscles relax slightly, morphing from pent-up anger into lust.

“Make me bleed,” I moan as he coaxes my first orgasm out of me. His piercings added to the pain earlier but now they intensify the pleasure. I haven’t slept with anyone since the night they took me.

God, I fucking missed this. What is wrong with me? This was supposed to be my revenge.

The mention of blood sends him over the edge, and he groans loudly, his cock twitching inside me as he finds his release and makes me come again.

If I give them both more freedom, maybe they’ll be more willing to obey me without all this push-back.

I can hear them in the bathroom.What the fuck?My dick is so uncomfortably hard that I could scream in frustration.

The door opens moments later, and they emerge, steam following them out as they approach the table with wet hair. Eying them, I shift in my seat and notice Fintan is not restrained nor is he wearing his collar.

Alex flashes me a warning grin and leans down beside me to remove my cuffs. I give Fintan a questioning look while remaining still. He offers me a small smile, but it vanishes in an instant.

She undoes the collar next and drops it to the table between us and I instinctively move my hands to hide my raging hard-on under the table. “I have decided to allow you to move around the basement—under supervision, of course,” she says, glancing up at one of the cameras.

I look at Alex as she takes a seat. Her lips tilt into a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. It’s unnerving after hearing what clearly happened in that shower, but the fact that Fintan looks baffled is making warning bells go off in my head.

She prepared a large plate of peanut butter sandwiches for us to share today.I am fucking starving.

I glare at Fintan as Alex takes a bite of her sandwich, silently asking him what the hell is going on. “Something you want to ask, pet?” she asks before taking another bite.

“What happened in the shower?” I ask, clearing my throat in an attempt to ease the bitterness bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

Am I…jealous? Fuck no! I’m angry that Fintan had the upper hand in there and didn’t do anything to get us out of this goddamn basement.

He fucked her. Maybe I am jealous.

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