Marcus smiled at me and I felt a lick of pleasure in my stomach. Marcus rubbed his finger across my clit. Then he smacked me. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
The door then opened and Dresden came barging in wielding a knife. I screamed and Marcus jumped up to block her. Trent managed to grab hold of her and he wrestled the knife out of her hand. He looked furious and enraged. Marcus undid my restraints and grabbed my dress. Marcus led me to the door. I looked back and saw Dresden on the floor crying.
“I’m going to murder you,” said Trent.
Marcus closed the door and the last glimpse I had of Trent was him standing over Dresden holding the knife.
In the hallway, Marcus pulled me close to him. “I would have killed that bitch, if she had hurt you.” Marcus petted my head as if I were a pet. He cupped my face with his hands. “You're my special slave. You will be my only slave.”
I closed my eyes. I liked the sound of his voice. It was soft, firm and he clipped his words delicately. He was refined. Marcus was what I secretly longed for in the Bronx. In his grasp, I didn’t feel like garbage. He could call me anything, but I knew he would take pride in his ownership of me. I was wanted and needed. I was special.
“I’ll do anything,” I said.
“I know you will. Let’s get you home. My home. The place where you will serve me.”
Dresden:
My heart was breaking. I was collapsed on the floor and bunched up like an old rag. I had wanted to stab Carice. I wanted to mark her. To make her bleed. I had first left the room to find Megan. After opening several doors and interrupting numerous BDSM sessions, I finally found her on all fours getting pounded. She looked rapturous and paid no attention to me. A man had a belt around her neck and he was tightening it. A few of the men looked at me and glanced at the knife in my hand, the knife I had swiped from another play room. I knew I couldn’t overpower all of them, so I left. I went down two more doors and saw Trent near Carice. It looked like he was cooing at her. All I could see was Trent looking tender. I wanted to stab him. I charged, but I was blocked and then struck until I fell and dropped the knife. Carice and the man, whom I had barely noticed, rushed out of the room. Trent was standing over me.
“I’m going to kill you,” he kept saying.
“Why did you invite me to meet your whores?” I was sobbing.
“I invited you to realize that you are the one. The only one.”
“What?” I wiped my nose with the back of my hand.
“Megan and Carice have a different destiny than you. I have released them to the world. They are no longer my slaves.” I quieted down. Trent set the knife down on a small table. “I like that you are wild. Untamed and miraculous. We’re both strong people and we clash, but it’s exciting.”
Trent extended his hand and I stood up. “You’re a mess,” he said.
“I’ve been crying.”
“No, a mental mess.” Trent sighed. “I want you to be mine, Dresden, but you can’t do what you just did. You can’t let jealousy control you like that.”
“I submitted to you. I’ve never submitted to anyone before.”
“I know. Learn to trust me. Learn to trust my feelings for you.”
“I want to.” I wasn’t sure I knew how to trust.
“I own you Dresden.”
“I know. I want you to own me.”
Trent pulled me towards him. I nestled my face in his neck.
“I have to punish you now.”
Trent led me to a playroom, locked the door and brought me to the limits of pain and pleasure, over and over.
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