Page 35 of Twisted Salvation
“Thank you,” I sigh.
“Do you want to know what we are using?” he asks.
“Uhm… yes,” I say.
“We are starting with a braided leather flogger, but will work our way into a whip,” Dominic explains.
“We will both use one simultaneously. The hits you will receive will come in pairs, but we will do our best not to hit in the same place more than twice,” Matt says.
“Let’s get to it,” Dominic says. “For those of you who are watching. You are not to say a word. If you speak, you will be asked to leave. This is her first scene, and it is absolutely imperative that she is not distracted. There is a chance that she might work through some emotions, so I need all of you to trust that Matt and I have a handle on things.”
The toy inside of me comes to life and vibrates through my pussy and clit. It starts to move inside of me, thrusting and rotating, making me moan as I relax. The first hit of the flogger is almostgentle. They are starting light, but the second hit bites a little more. They don’t pause or slow down. They keep a consistent rhythm, intensifying the force. I am moaning and gasping with a mixture of sensations they are creating.
“Color, Blossom,” Dominic asks.
“Green,” I whimper.
“You are doing so well,” Matt praises. “Time for the real thing, okay?”
“Oh God,” I say, realizing that was just a warm-up.
When the leather of the whip snaps on my skin, I scream. An orgasm immediately spills out of me and continues to shake through me as the leather continues to bite my flesh from the base of my neck to the back of my thighs. Fire crackles across my skin as pleasure rages through my body. I slip into a blissful state, and I am nearly catatonic. I don’t notice that the vibrations have stopped or that the whip is no longer snapping across my back until I’m taken off the restraints.
“Both,” I whisper. “I want both of you.”
“Of course,” Dominic says as he picks me up and puts me in his lap as he sits on a bench. He aggressively forces me down on his cock, and I cry out when he lies back and lifts his hips to start, thrusting into me hard and fast. The only warning that Matt gives me is gently touching my lower back before he slams into my ass. Pain ripples through my belly, but pleasure immediately sucks me into another catatonic state as they move in a delicious rhythm. As oneof them pushes, the other one is pulling out. Every movement that they make is violent, and it continues to drag me through pleasure. They both start to come, and they both groan deeply as I slip into an orgasm-induced dissociation.
I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. My body and mind are at peace. I was saved by the devils, and this is my twisted salvation.
By the time we get home, I’m exhausted. The others are planning to watch a movie in the living room, but I just can’t. I need to sleep. I tell everyone good night and go upstairs. I think I’ll take a shower first and then get into bed.
When I step into the shower, the warm water soothes my aching muscles. I take my time washing my body before sitting on the bench. I have my head back against the cool tile as the water rains down on me. Eventually, I shut the water off and dry my body. I pull on one of Matt’s shirts, and that’s when I hear it.
I hear the closet door open in the bedroom, which confuses me. Why would anyone be in the closet? Panic starts to creep in, but no matter how much I try to shove it down, it won’t go away. I’m in the bathroom with my hand on the door handle, trying to convince myself that I’m overreacting.
My phone is in the bedroom, so it’s not like I can call the guys if I actually have a reason to be panicking; the last thing I need to do isstart screaming. I feel like that would just get me killed. I feel insane saying that, but why would they be in the closet? Dominic had no intention of coming to bed yet, and his pajamas were on the bed anyway.
Eventually, I force myself to do it. I swing the door open, but as soon as I come out, I know I’ve made a mistake. I’m immediately grabbed by the hair and slung onto the bed. Before I can scream, a hand covers my mouth. It’s so fucking dark in here, but I know who it is. My eyes go wide, and I immediately start to thrash my body when I see the knife.
I grab hold of his wrist and try to keep him from stabbing me in the chest. He’s trying to kill me. I knew he would never give up until I was dead. I’m screaming against his hand while trying to keep him from killing me. I don’t know where the strength is coming from, but I know I don’t want to die. He adjusts his body just enough so I can pull my knees up. Once I have my legs up, I use all of my strength to kick him backward.
“Dom!” I scream as loud as I can before Leon lunges at me again. When I try to roll off the bed to get away from him, I bump the nightstand, and my glass of water from this morning crashes to the ground. It distracts me enough that Leon can get on top of me again. Without even thinking, I grab a piece of glass and slam it into the side of his neck.
Leon’s eyes go wide, and I instantly start screaming through my sobs when blood gushes out of his neck. I didn’t mean to do that—I just wanted to make him stop so I couldget away. I wanted him in jail. Leon makes the mistake in the middle of his panic of yanking the glass out of his neck, causing the blood to spray out of him and all over me, as well as the side of the bed. I kick him off of me and move myself to the other side of the room to sit in the corner. I pull my knees to my chest and rock my body in an attempt to calm down.
“What’s… Holy fuck!” Dominic says as he rushes to my side.
“I didn’t mean to,” I sob. “I swear, I didn’t.”
“Shh. I know. It’s okay,” he says as he pulls me into his lap. This time, he doesn’t coach me on breathing; he just holds me while I sob into his chest. The room is in chaos, but he shields me from all of it. Eventually, I do stop crying, though. As soon as the tears dry up, I am nonverbal. I no longer respond to the things that he is saying to me. I sit in complete silence and stare off at nothing. I’ve disconnected and shut down to protect myself. I suppose I could fight against this feeling, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to feel the pain of what I just did.
“One down, two to go,” Naomi says as she enters the room. She sounds so distant. “Myra.”
“She’s in shock. I haven’t been able to get her to talk for about thirty minutes,” Dominic says.
“Well, let’s start by getting her on the front porch. I’m going to send forensics in here to see where the little fucker was hiding,” Naomi says. “Does anyone know what happened?”
“I don’t knowwhere it came from, but I believe she stabbed him in the neck with a piece of glass,” Natalie says. “Leon must’ve pulled it out.”
