Page 63 of Breaking Sanity
“Fuck me sideways,” I heave resting my forehead on the door.
“Gladly,” he whispers in my ear. “But first you will pay for that comment.”
He yanks me from the door and pushes me through the one that goes into the adjoining room that was locked.
Cheater.
He bends me over the bed and presses on my back to keep me down. I feel the knife slowly run down my spine and over my ass, stopping at the bottom of my dress. When he is confident I won’t move he removes his hand, only to lift up my dress and let it fall around my waist.
“You were told,” he tuts, sliding the knife underneath the side of my underwear. “No panties and yet you still didn’t listen.”
He moves the blade to the side and in one move rips through the fabric. He does the same on the other side. The cold air dances across my wet opening.
“A or B, Little Monster ?”
“What?”
“A or B?”
“C,” I say, which gets me a sharp slap to the ass.
“Choose before I do.”
“C.”
“I’ll enjoy this.”
He delivers two sharp slaps to my pussy and one to my ass. Then inserts two fingers and roughly fucks me. My hips start to match his rhythm and the pleasure starts to build. I have to bury my face in the comforter to keep myself from moaning. His hand fists into my hair and yanks my head up. To keep my balance, I have to hold myself up on my palms. I am about to plummet over the edge but he removes his fingers and slaps my cunt again. I want to cry from the loss.
“Suck,” he orders, placing his fingers covered in my arousal on my lips.
I open my mouth and he inserts them. Closing my lips around the wet digits, I moan as I suck them clean. An animalistic rumble comes from his chest as he pops his fingers free and releases my hair. He ties a blindfold around my eyes before he flips me to my side and pulls me to where my hip is resting on the edge of the bed. Grabbing my ankle he rests it on his shoulder, the other leg is completely hanging off. Almost like I am doing the splits.
“I’m curious does this count as fucking you sideways,” he laughs as he thrusts in.
“Now you have the proof you’re fucking mine.” Baron’s deep growl brings me crashing back into the present.
My back is on fire and I realize I am silently crying. He releases me and I drop to my knees. The man moves so goddamn fast that he is already banging on the door.
“Her time in solitary is up. Get her to medical and then put her in her room,” he barks once the door creaks open.
A set of familiar footsteps come to a stop behind me. He places his hands underneath my arms and lifts me to my feet.
“You did good, Little Devil,” Gunner talks into my hair as he caresses the skin around the carving. “Now let’s get you fixed up.”
“I’ll see you for your session tomorrow,” Baron states as we walk down the hall. Once we are a safe distance away, I flip him my favorite middle finger.
“In time,” he responds before we turn the corner.
Chapter 13
Carson
2 weeks later
Laney has been crying since I dragged her into my playroom. It’s like my own musical playlist. There is no stopping it at this point. She cries from the time she gains consciousness till the time she passes out. I started off gently with her or at least I thought. That was until Vaughn sent me the recording as it was in progress of her bitching about me to Baron. Not sure if Baron knew about it, as he didn’t look pleased to see me, but I have stopped caring about him for quite some time.
“Please, Carson,” she sobs.
