The Widow Maker (Dark Vows Duet 2)

The door of my bedroom opens and I sit up in the bed in anticipation. I’m naked, and the breeze from the window stiffens my nipples into stiff peaks begging to be touched by the only man I crave.

“Heath?” I whisper as his form appears in the doorframe.

“No,” he says in a low growl. “Tonight, you only call me Master.”

My heart speeds up. It’s as if he’s read my mind, knowing exactly what I need to return to normal life. A brutal session that will leave an impression big enough to erase all the bad shit that happened to me before I came back here.

“Yes, Master,” I manage to get out.

“Greet me properly,” Heath demands. “On your knees in front of me. Kiss my shoes.”

My heart soars with love for this man who knows exactly what I need at any given time. My whole life, I always knew Heath and I belonged together. But now that he’s read my mind so well, that knowledge has only been confirmed again.

Obediently, I slip from the bed and onto my knees, crawling toward him. My lips touch the leather of his shoes and my mind opens, inviting in new memories to erase the tainted experiences Xander gave me.

It’s time for my healing to begin.

Chapter six

It’s been too long since we’ve been together like this. I’ve been losing my mind trying to stay away, forcing myself not to interact with Rain the way I want to. All I want is to embrace her, kiss her, fuck her... But I know she isn’t ready yet.

While she kisses my shoes, I pull out some powder in a small plastic bag and inhale some right out of it. The welcome sensation of the drug makes me lightheaded and I smirk at Rain looking up at me from the floor.

“What’s my name, Rain?” I ask her sweetly, placing my pointer finger under her chin and forcing her to look at me.

She swallows before whispering, “Master.”

My cock jumps with delight at her submissiveness. I thought they’d broken her. I thought Xander had ruined the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had. I should have known no one can come between us and the electric attraction we share. There’s no fucking way some prick with a gun could change that, no matter the atrocities he put Rain through.

“Why don’t you beg, Rain?” I suggest, making her wince. “Beg for what you want.”

Something shifts inside her. I fight the urge to kneel next to her and ask if she’s okay. She wanted this to be rough, so I’m going to give her exactly what she fucking asked for. We’re not the boy and girl from the wheat fields, not tonight. Tonight, we’re fucking like animals. There’s no room for love in this equation. No, this is pure, unfiltered passion.

“Please, Master,” my woman says in the softest, sultriest of voices. “Show me how good this can be...”

“More specific,” I say. “Beg for exactly what you want right now.”

She mumbles something and looks down, but I click my fingers and order her to look back up.

“Repeat it.”

“I... I asked you to hurt me,” she gets out. “I want to be spanked... I want bruises... I want to cry.”

I keep one hand on her neck and use the other to pull my belt out of chinos. I gather it in one hand and gently wrap my fist around Rain’s hair. I walk her over to the bed and force her to sit on it with her legs spread wide open.

“You want to get hurt?” I ask, and she nods. “Use your words, toy.”

“Yes...”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Don’t make me remind you every time.” I gently place the belt against her right thigh. “This is going to hurt, you know that, right?”

She nods eagerly. “I want it to hurt.”

I slap her with the belt immediately, the snapping sound interrupted only by her whimper of pain. And then a moan follows. My cock instantly hardens in my chinos, reminding me I’m just as much under Rain’s influence as she is under mine. She’s got my cock twirled around her little finger, and she doesn’t even fucking know it.

I rain blows against her inner thighs. Left, then right, left, then right again. By the fifth blow, she’s whimpering repeatedly, begging for more.

“More what?” I demand. “Where do you want the belt, Rain?”

“On my pussy,” she whispers needily. “Please, Master, hit my pussy, spank it.”

I go gentler this time, tapping her cunt with the leather. She mewls out loud, throwing her head back. Her glorious golden mane is messy, and she’s never been more irresistible.

“More,” she breathes in a sultry way that makes me grunt out loud.

I hit again.

Soon we fall into a pattern. I hit her cunt; she breathes out for more. This goes on until my cock is straining against the fabric of my pants so forcefully I’m convinced it’s going to rip through the fabric.