Her Dom (Beauty and the Captor 3)

She nodded, though her teeth had clasped onto her bottom lip and she worried the plush flesh.

“Outside this room, you will make every effort to obey me. Until your ribs have healed, you will inform me if you are physically not able to comply.”

She didn’t even try to argue me this time. She nodded and continued to toy with her lip.

That was it. There was just one more thing.

“This is what you want, Scar?” I needed to hear her say it.

“Yes, this is my choice.”

There was no more putting this off unless I intended to back out like a pussy—and that wasn’t what Scar needed.

“Do you remember the way to the master bedroom?”

She nodded, and I waited patiently for her to remember her training and answer me verbally. “Yes, I do, M-master,” she whispered.

“I want you to walk there now. Sit down on the edge of the bed and wait for me.” I had packages to collect from the car, and a chance to collect my thoughts wasn’t the worst idea.

When I opened the bedroom door a few minutes later, she was sitting perched t the edge of the bed like I’d told her. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap. She looked up at me uncertainly, then to the ground in front of her, and back up at me.

Fuck. She was trying to figure out whether she should kneel, and the heat that shot through me had no business being there. This was for her—I wasn’t fucking supposed to be getting off on it.

I walked to the bed and deposited the parcels and bag on the floor before pulling out the tube of cream. Whatever the hell it was, the cream was amazing. After just a few days, the wound on her cheek had gotten smaller and the edges were beginning to resemble the smooth skin on the rest of her face. She’d be beautiful no matter what, but I was glad she wouldn’t be left with permanent scars as a constant reminder.

“Take off your clothes and lay down on your stomach, Pet.” This was a good place to start. She’d gotten accustomed to me touching her to apply the cream, and though I’d never made her strip down for it, she hadn’t objected to me helping her to shower. I ignored the way my cock twitched when she stood to obey me.

I watched as she stripped. Her fingers shook almost imperceptibly, but she didn’t hesitate. The war in my head surged out of control as she exposed creamy flesh. She was too thin. She’d only gained back a small portion of the weight she’d lost and I could see every rib. But I could also see perfectly shaped breasts, curvy hips and long, lithe legs. All of her perfection was marred by fading bruises and cuts, but perfect nonetheless.

Without looking at me, she climbed up on the bed and laid down on her stomach. I started at her feet, gazing upward over calves and thighs, the rounded curve of her ass. I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to beat the shit out of me for wanting it. The proof of what she’d been through was right there, so how the hell could looking at her still be making me hard as rock?

Feeling like scum, I sat down beside her and started at her neck, rubbing the cream like she was used to me doing. Her muscles relaxed beneath my fingers but as I rubbed the cream into the deep lash marks where the curve of her ass met her thighs, her muscles began to tense. I’d been applying the cream between her legs at the hotel, but always under the covers. She knew I would see her now and it was already making her breathing come quicker, in panic, not in the anticipation of pleasure.

“Open your legs,” I said because the asshole in me knew she needed to push past this. She wanted to submit—it had been her choice—and that meant offering up every part of her, knowing that it pleased her master—that she was pleasing to her master.

She hesitated this time, but slowly she complied, and when she did, I knew I had to pull myself together. The war in my head—wanting her desperately while hating myself for it—was going to fuck this up. She wanted this, and I’d agreed to it. It was time to man the fuck up and do this right—either all the way or not at all.

“Wider, Pet. I want to see your beautiful pussy.”

Without a sound, she obeyed, though her breathing was still coming too fast.

Blocking out the image of the last time she’d been open to me on Vicente’s god damn exam table, I looked at her. The wounds had almost completely healed. She was…beautiful. Perfect. And so fucking sexy. I rubbed the cream along her slit where it was needed, but damn, I was loath to stop.