Page 35 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
My cheeks flush with embarrassment and fury.It’s a trick question – who in their right mind would choose pain?But I realize he wants me to state it.To surrender.
“Or I can choose for you?”he taunts, raising an eyebrow as he starts undoing his belt.I know he’ll hit me with it if I don’t give him an answer.
“Pleasure, pleasure!”I relent, my voice a shriek of panic.
He leans down, his lips hovering above mine, so close I feel them move against mine as he speaks.“One day, you’ll beg me for the pain and relish the pleasure it offers,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.
I choke on my harsh breathing, trying to ignore the spark of desire his proximity kindles within me.He stands, watching me for a moment before finally undoing the handcuffs.The sexual tension between us is thick enough to cut with a knife, and I can’t help but wonder how far this twisted game of his will go.
My body feels heavy like I’m trying to move through thick mud, as I struggle to sit up.It’s difficult to focus on anything apart from the aching in my wrists and the dull throbbing in my neck from where Dion fed on me earlier.
“Going somewhere?”Dion growls.I freeze at the edge of the bed, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Open your legs,” he orders, moving to the armchair and sinking into it.Confusion flickers across my face, but I cautiously comply, doing as I’m told.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, leaning forward and restinghis arms on his knees.The belt hangs loosely from his hand, and I can’t help but notice how his eyes seem to gleam with something darker.
“Pardon?”I blurt out, mortified by his words.
“I said touch yourself,” he repeats.I shake my head, unwilling to obey such a humiliating command.He raises an eyebrow at me and moves to stand, wrapping the belt around his fist tightly.Panic rises within me at the thought of being struck, and I quickly give in.
“Okay, okay!”I shriek, and he smirks deviously, retaking his seat.I hesitantly begin to touch myself under his watchful gaze, hating every second of it.His eyes scrutinize my every move, commanding me where, how to touch, and when to spread my legs wider, so he can see better.
“Make yourself cum,” he tells me.My mind screams in protest, and embarrassment threatens to suffocate me.I can’t do this, not with him watching me so intently.I glance at him, hoping for some reprieve, but his eyes remain fixed on me not caring for my discomfort.
When he sees my hesitation, he stands, and my heart races in panic, thinking he’s going to use the belt on me after all.
Dion moves toward me, until he’s standing mere inches away from my trembling body.I can feel the heat radiating off him, enveloping me in its intensity.
“Please,” I whisper, though I’m unsure what I’m pleading for – mercy, or something else entirely.
“Emery,” Dion murmurs.I try to push myself away from him.My heart pounds in my chest, hammering against my rib cage.
“I did what you wanted!”I choke out, but my voice is weak and uncertain.My limbs feel heavy as if weighed down.
“Make up your mind, little mate,” Dion taunts, his breath hot against my skin as he leans in.“Do you want me to stay or go?”
“Go!”I force the word out, even as my body betrays me, yearning for his touch.“I don’t want you here.”
“Are you sure about that?”He smirks, tracing a finger along my jawline, sending a spark of electricity through my nerves when he again reaches for the handcuffs.
“Stop it,” I whisper, my eyes fill with tears as I grapple with the conflicting emotions raging within me.How can I want something that’s so wrong?How can I long for the touch of a man who’s hurt me so deeply?
“Admit it, Emery,” Dion murmurs, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he speaks.“You want me just as much as I want you.”
“Go to hell,” I spit out, trying to muster up the strength to push him away once more.But my body refuses to cooperate, leaving me exposed before this predator.
“Maybe one day,” he chuckles.“But for now, I think I’ll stay right here.”
Dion’s hand reaches out, fingertips brushing against my cheek with an unexpected gentleness.His touch is soft, almost tender, but I can’t forget the pain he’s inflicted upon me before.
“Please,” I beg, voice wavering, “I did what you asked.”
“Did you cum, though?”Dion questions me.Tears blur my vision at the thought of being punished for failing to meet his twisted demands.I’ve already been humiliated enough, forced to touch myself in front of him.
“I can’t…not with you watching me like that,” I admit.Fear courses through my veins as he steps closer, gripping my ankles with an iron hold.I brace myself for the sting of the belt, expecting him to flip me over and punish me.
Instead, Dion pulls me toward him, dragging me to the edge of the bed where he spreads my legs wide.
