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filling in the rest of her makeup. I pulled the collar of the robe down slightly to reveal her neck and pressed my lips against her warm skin.
“You’re making this difficult,” she said, wiggling away.
“That’s the plan.” I pulled her back and kissed her again.
“Oh, I thought the plan was for me to get ready for work .”
The bench creaked when I sat down next to her, still toying with the edge of her robe. “Yes, but I currently need a distraction.”
“Ah, so my purpose here is revealed.” I could feel her trying to maintain the distance, so I pushed harder.
I brushed my fingers through her soft hair, watching it fall back into place. “What do you need?”
“To finish my makeup so I don’t look like crap.” She slammed her hand against the table.
“Impossible.” I plucked the brush from her hand.
“Master, please.”
She was flustered. So much so that the tips of her ears flushed. It made me want to nibble on her even more. “Tell me what you need.”
Staring at our reflection in the mirror, she blinked repeatedly. “I need to not do this right now.”
Seeing the tears well up in her eyes, I relented and rubbed her lower back, hoping that would calm her down. Then, I handed the eye shadow brush back.
“You’re going to ruin me,” she said, relaxing again and leaning over the table.
“Well then, just tell me one thing.” I scooted closer, pulling her against me. “Is it worth it?”
“Being ruined?”
I squeezed the base of her neck and she dropped her head, moaning as I rubbed the tense muscles. “Yes, Master.”
Poison & Wine
Alley
The ruining was more than okay if he could make me forget reality for even a second. And I’ll be damned if he didn’t manage to do it with the slightest movements or the fewest words. How? I could never understand, but it comforted me and at the same time worried me.
His arms came around me, holding me against his chest. Exactly what I needed—and feared. I wanted to relax. To enjoy every second of a warm embrace, but my anxiety never rested. Hounding me like a hyperactive kid on a trampoline banging a pair of cymbals over his head.
I needed something to take it away. Just a momentary respite. God, I just wanted to get rid of the perpetual crawling sensation beneath my skin. The voices in my head that told me how dirty, useless, and hopeless I really was. The knowledge that I had no future. The fear that all of this would end as quickly as it began.
I took a deep breath and clenched my hands. “I need to finish getting ready.”
I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t afford to mess up my makeup. It’d only set about a chain of mood swings that I’d never get under control.
I wanted to lose it. To scream and shout and tear through the apartment breaking everything in sight until the negativity was purged from my soul.
What if it had gone too deep?
What if the infection that brewed in me would never die?
“Look at me, Little Dove.”
I opened my eyes—I hadn’t even realized that I’d squeezed them tightly closed.
“Whatever happens, remember you’re mine. You’ll come home with me, and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
And just like that, everything broke and the world went blurry. “Why? I’m nothing. I can’t do this.”
“Alley I—.”
“You’re just like all the others.” I stood, pushing him away and stumbling across the room. “Why should I believe you?”
He didn’t respond in anger, instead, he took my hands and pulled me to the bed, where he took a seat in front of me. “I don’t have an answer for that.”
“What’d you tell all the other girls?” I was certain there’d been others. That he’d done all of this before. I refused to let go of my suspicions, if I did I’d fall too hard, too fast.
“All the other girls? What other girls?”
“Don’t tell me I’m the first you’ve brought back here.”
“Okay, you’re not. I’ve easily fucked more women than you have men, but you are the first
“You’re making this difficult,” she said, wiggling away.
“That’s the plan.” I pulled her back and kissed her again.
“Oh, I thought the plan was for me to get ready for work .”
The bench creaked when I sat down next to her, still toying with the edge of her robe. “Yes, but I currently need a distraction.”
“Ah, so my purpose here is revealed.” I could feel her trying to maintain the distance, so I pushed harder.
I brushed my fingers through her soft hair, watching it fall back into place. “What do you need?”
“To finish my makeup so I don’t look like crap.” She slammed her hand against the table.
“Impossible.” I plucked the brush from her hand.
“Master, please.”
She was flustered. So much so that the tips of her ears flushed. It made me want to nibble on her even more. “Tell me what you need.”
Staring at our reflection in the mirror, she blinked repeatedly. “I need to not do this right now.”
Seeing the tears well up in her eyes, I relented and rubbed her lower back, hoping that would calm her down. Then, I handed the eye shadow brush back.
“You’re going to ruin me,” she said, relaxing again and leaning over the table.
“Well then, just tell me one thing.” I scooted closer, pulling her against me. “Is it worth it?”
“Being ruined?”
I squeezed the base of her neck and she dropped her head, moaning as I rubbed the tense muscles. “Yes, Master.”
Poison & Wine
Alley
The ruining was more than okay if he could make me forget reality for even a second. And I’ll be damned if he didn’t manage to do it with the slightest movements or the fewest words. How? I could never understand, but it comforted me and at the same time worried me.
His arms came around me, holding me against his chest. Exactly what I needed—and feared. I wanted to relax. To enjoy every second of a warm embrace, but my anxiety never rested. Hounding me like a hyperactive kid on a trampoline banging a pair of cymbals over his head.
I needed something to take it away. Just a momentary respite. God, I just wanted to get rid of the perpetual crawling sensation beneath my skin. The voices in my head that told me how dirty, useless, and hopeless I really was. The knowledge that I had no future. The fear that all of this would end as quickly as it began.
I took a deep breath and clenched my hands. “I need to finish getting ready.”
I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t afford to mess up my makeup. It’d only set about a chain of mood swings that I’d never get under control.
I wanted to lose it. To scream and shout and tear through the apartment breaking everything in sight until the negativity was purged from my soul.
What if it had gone too deep?
What if the infection that brewed in me would never die?
“Look at me, Little Dove.”
I opened my eyes—I hadn’t even realized that I’d squeezed them tightly closed.
“Whatever happens, remember you’re mine. You’ll come home with me, and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
And just like that, everything broke and the world went blurry. “Why? I’m nothing. I can’t do this.”
“Alley I—.”
“You’re just like all the others.” I stood, pushing him away and stumbling across the room. “Why should I believe you?”
He didn’t respond in anger, instead, he took my hands and pulled me to the bed, where he took a seat in front of me. “I don’t have an answer for that.”
“What’d you tell all the other girls?” I was certain there’d been others. That he’d done all of this before. I refused to let go of my suspicions, if I did I’d fall too hard, too fast.
“All the other girls? What other girls?”
“Don’t tell me I’m the first you’ve brought back here.”
“Okay, you’re not. I’ve easily fucked more women than you have men, but you are the first
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