"I want my baby back!" I grab the mug of tea off the nightstand in a fit of rage and toss it at the wall. Steaming liquid sloshes all over the wall and the mug breaks into pieces when it hits the floor. We both stare in disbelief at what I've just done. I would never act this way with Dexter before. I wouldn't dare. But he won't do anything about it now. He just wants to protect me... or does he?
With two quick steps he reaches me, climbs on the bed and cages my body beneath his.
"I've had enough of you, you fucking brat," he hisses. His breath is cold and minty against my cheek and I struggle beneath him, trying to get away. "You think you can act this way and not get punished?"
"But I-"
He interrupts me with a slap on my right cheek. I'm so shocked I can't even respond, so I just stare at him in disbelief.
"Shut up," he demands. "Shut up already, and get ahold of yourself, Pandora. If you don't, I'll do it for you."
He pulls the duvet covers off me and suddenly I'm exposed in nothing but a flimsy nightie. But that's not enough for my bully. He pulls the short dress up, revealing my body, and I squeal in protest. I feel vulnerable, ugly. I don't want him looking at me like this. I'm useless now. I can't even fuck him, not with the pain I've been experiencing every day, both in my mind and in my body.
"Don't look at me," I attempt to scream, but it comes out as a sob. I realize I'm moments away from crying again, and I feel shame burning my cheeks, reddening them. "Please don't look at me, Dex..."
"Why wouldn't I?" He grabs my hands by the wrists and holds them above my head. "I can look at you all I want... You're my property, aren't you?"
I don't answer, and I stop struggling too, quickly realizing he's too strong for me. I refuse to answer him. I'm not giving into Dexter Booth's demands ever again.
But my body betrays me. I'm trembling, and I know he'll notice soon enough. My center is flooding with eager neediness, but I can't let Dexter notice it. I have to hide it at all costs. He's only going to use it to his advantage if he does notice, and I'm not ready for this, not ready to give him more.
"You've been a little nightmare, Pandora," he tells me calmly. "I know you're hurting, toy. But don't you think I'm hurting too? I lost so much. Lily Anna killed my parents. My best friend. And now she took someone else. Why won't you let me mourn with you?"
"We shouldn't be mourning," I hiss, unable to stop myself. "We should be bringing Reign home. Doing everything in our power to get him back."
"Don't you think I'm doing that already?" His forehead creases as he prevents me from moving. "God, you're being a little nightmare, toy. All I've done is try to make you better. Why won't you get better for me?"
Something about that simple question resonates with me. My body shakes, my lips trembling as I whisper, "I can't. I don't know how."
"Then let me show you," Dex grunts. "Let me teach you... I can make you better, Pandora. You just have to let me..."
I become helpless then. My body stops resisting, lying there uselessly as he begins to kiss a line down my neck. His fingers grab onto the fabric of my nightie, and with a strong rip, he splits it down the middle, exposing my naked body.
"Look how beautiful you are," he mutters. "My toy..."
I close my eyes tightly, telling myself I'm not enjoying what he's doing to me. But it's a lie, and we both know it. My body shakes beneath his and I realize I'm eager for more of his cruel touch. But I'd never admit it to Dexter. I can't let him in on my weaknesses. I need to keep up pretenses.
But with the way he's kissing me, it quickly becomes apparent that's going to be near impossible to do.
"Please," I whisper when he kisses my belly. It feels amazing, but the loss of Reign is still fresh on my mind. I feel like I have no right to enjoy this.
"What do you want, pretty toy?" Dex mutters in my ear. "You want me to keep kissing you?"
I shut my eyes tightly and find myself nodding. Yes, I want it. I want everything and anything that will get my mind off my awful reality. The mess that is my life.
He moves his mouth over my abdomen to my exposed center. His lips linger over my hip bone, carefully, slowly kissing a line over my pussy. I haven't shaved in ages, and my pussy is covered in silky, light brown hairs. But he pays it no mind. He continues kissing me. It feels as if he's making love to me with his mouth. I don't know Dexter Booth like this. Gentle, almost sweet. I don't think he does, either.
"Please, Dex," I whisper. "Make me feel better. I want to feel better."
My hands find their way into his hair and I tangle my fingers in the dark strands, holding him where I need him most. Dex takes the hint. He's incredibly gentle, careful like I've never known him to be. He kisses my pussy in frustraing circles, never quite reaching my sex that buzzes with expectation. I want so much more, but I let him pick the pace, let him decide how much I can have and when.
When his lips finally wrap around my clit, I'm a moment away from having an orgasm. I haven't had one in months. The one I forced out of my body when I was staying with Mother, thinking about Dex, barely counts now that I have the real thing. I want to cry, because I realize then this is what I want. Dexter Booth is the one for me. No matter how cruel, twisted and evil he can be, this is what I need, what I crave. I want him to have control of me as much as I want to fight him for it.
And with that realization, I give in to him. I buck my hips and he buries his face between my legs, expertly licking, flicking, teasing me until I'm a moaning, desperate little mess. I want nothing more than to come, but I force myself not to beg for it. To go at Dex's pace and allow him to decide when I get it.
"You taste so fucking good," he mutters from between my legs. "My toy... Fucking mine. Say it."
"Yours." The word falls from my lips easily, committing my body and soul to my bully. I'm finally at the point where I've accepted it. Dexter Booth is my Master. What a cruel twist of fate this is.