Page 65 of Depravity

“How do you like that?” I hiss into his ear. “Huh? You little slut, you want it harder?”

I yank it out and slam it in with all the strength I have.

He growls more, showing that he’s not enjoying one moment of this and finally I feel like he’s getting the point.

“Does it make you feel good, does it make you feel powerful? To hurt me, to rape me?”

I scream the words, thrusting in and out while my arm protests from how weak I’ve become. But I’m not stopping. I won’t stop. I want him to feel it, I want him to understand. He’s so happy to be the aggressor. I want him to feel weak and defenceless.

I want him to beg.

“You get off on hurting me.” I spit. “You get off on inflicting pain, how does it feel to be on the receiving end?”

He doesn’t say anything to that. He just lies there as if he’s submitting to this abuse, but we both know that Conrad is not that person. He wouldn’t just take this, he wouldn’t just give up his dominance.

“How does it feel to beat up a girl half your size? Does it make you feel strong, huh? Does it make you feel like a man, is that it?”

I leave the toy buried in his arse, right up to the hilt. God, it must be in his bowels with how long the thing is and I start laying punches, slaps, using the last of my energy.

I can’t get out. I can’t escape this. And soon, very soon, he’s going to make me pay for this too.

Tears start streaming down my face at that realisation.

Yeah, he will make me pay. But right now, I have the upper hand.

I slam my foot back into his ribs and his hand grabs it, locks around it, pulling me off balance. I land on my arse, hard.

As I look up, I can see the bindings are no longer tight, that he’s pulling them free.

“Naughty, naughty Brynn.” He says, shaking his head with that smug look on his face.

I take a deep, shaky breath before I try to make a run for it. He grabs my ankle again, pulls me back and I land face-first on the carpet.

His one hand holds me in place, proving if nothing else, how much strength this man really has compared to my feeble body.Was he just letting me think I’d won? Letting me think I could hurt him, and all the while he was just biding his time?

“Did you enjoy it?” He whispers into my ear. “Did you enjoy being in charge for once?”

I whimper, curling my fists up into tight little balls.Why am I always on the losing side? Why?

He hauls me up, carries me across the room, and then yanks on a rope that looks like it’s suspended from a beam.

My eyes widen as it drops down. As it dangles there, like a new form of torture I know I’m going to be forced to endure.

He’s quick to grab it, to start wrapping me up, turning me, and then suspending me like I’m a fly caught in his trap.

The ropes cross my body. As I hang there, he ties them more intricately, knowing that now I can’t do a thing to stop this.

“This is called Shibari,” Conrad says, like I give a fuck what its name is.

As he wraps it around so my legs are now bent and splayed, and my heart seems to stop. He ties each end off, before stepping back and admiring his handiwork.

“You look so good,” He says smugly. “Such a work of art.”

I hang my head, hating how helpless I am. Barely five minutes ago, I thought I had the upper hand, I thought for once that I could make a point. Now, I see how wrong I was.

He steps away, grabbing something before he comes back, running his hands up and down my exposed flesh.

“Such a perfect doll,” He states. “We should have done this sooner,”

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