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He fiddled with the handgun absentmindedly and every hope of getting Soren’s attention, of getting away fled my mind.
I had to be quiet. I had to keep Soren safe.
If Soren came in here…
No, I couldn’t think about that.
“Now, are you going to be a good little slut, and do as you’re told?” he spat at me.
I nodded.
“I can’t hear your head rattle, dumb fucking cunt.” The cold metal of the gun touched just under my chin, and I froze. I felt every ounce of dread and fear riddle me, hold me captive within its embrace as he pulled up, lifting my chin til our eyes met.
“Well? What’s it going to be?” he stated coldly.
I steeled myself for what was to come.
And spoke.
“I’ll be a good little slut.”
“Good.”
His face screwed up into a scowl and his hand fisted in my bloodied hair, throwing me hard against the counter, my makeup and random bottles crashing against the floor, the edge hitting my ribcage hard.
Darkness prickled at the corners of my vision as my head hit the large mirror and I tried to fight it off.
I had to stay aware. I had to.
I had to.
For Soren.
25
Soren
God,she was incredible. We had a long talk in the early morning hours last Sunday morning and yeah, I had made some mistakes. It wasn’t exactly right for me to scene with her that night after we had agreed not to. But we both wanted it. We were both ready for it. And at the end of the day, I didn’t regret a second of it. The days that followed over the last week had been nothing but smooth sailing and, oddly enough, relaxation.
I thought back to the conversation I had with Sam on that Sunday afternoon, after Posey and I had scened.
“I did something I probably shouldn’t have,” I had readily admitted.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad, Ren. Honestly, you’re one of the most structured and focused Dominants I’ve ever met. Including Henry,” she’d laughed. She had met Henry over a year ago and they had only recently agreed to a committed contract together. Not only that, but they had decided to be monogamous with one another, at least for the time being. Knowing both of them as well as I did, I doubted that would last long, for either of them, but they wanted to spend time dedicated to one another. I couldn't have been happier for them both, truth be told.
“No, maybe not that bad, but out of character for certain,” I admitted.
“Well, I’m listening. Spill it!”
“Posey and I agreed not to scene last night. And then we scened anyway.” I sighed heavily.
“Oh no! Oh me, oh my! Whatever shall you do! You had a scene with your submissive on a day you were supposed to, but then decided not to, but then did it anyway,” she laughed.
“It’s not funny, Sam.” I rolled my eyes.
“Well, did you do it against her will?” she pressed.
“No, we both wanted it. Needed it, honestly.” I took a long sip of my whiskey. Yes, I was drinking whiskey in the middle of the afternoon on a Sunday. “Honestly, it was incredible. We fought. She got under my skin, and we came together. More like crashed into one another. We spent all night last night afterwards talking. Going through our contract and making things more manageable for both of us.”
