“This was only another one of your competitions.” I was indignant. “He cheated on you with your girlfriend so now I’m just… just payback.”
He chuckled softly. “Are you really upset because we fought over you? Or worried that I don’t really care about you? What an insecure little girl. And look, I’ve told you I loved you and you haven’t even said it back.”
I stared at him mutinously. He’d be waiting a long time for that.
He softened. “Isn’t this what you came here for? You wanted to be my girl, didn’t you? My little subby?”
It seemed like a trick, surely it was. But I didn’t really have a choice, and besides, it was the truth. I nodded.
“You want to be my sub, but now that you’re here you’re trying to set the terms.” His expression was disapproving but indulgent. “No, subby. That’s not how this works.”
Sam held my hair aside with a tenderness that made me ache. I stayed still as he latched the collar around my neck and locked it. Overcome, I rested my cheek against his thigh. Was it true? I had come here to beg to be his sub. I had accepted that meant his authority over me, including how I lived, so what had really changed?
“That’s my good girl,” he said, stroking my hair.
“Master, you scared me.” My voice trembled.
“I know.” His thumb rubbed softly across the nape of my sneck, where the metal had warmed. He accepted the truth of my words without apology, but with comfort. This is how it will be.
I spilled tears of hope, unable to speak. He had promised to find the middle ground between play and horror, which was only everything I ever wanted. If I had come back here to find him pining for me, if he had sat down with a D/s contract, it would have been a dream. Instead I had come here to submit to his will, and this was it. I had come here to live under his care and control, and here I was.
A small, secret smile curved my lips. I looked down at the floor until I realized I didn’t need to hide myself anymore. Turned my face to my master, I said, “I really do love you.”
His eyes shone with possession and pride, and both feelings were reflected in my heart.
“I know, subby.”
It was just like he promised. That night, and each one after that, he made me scream in pain and pleasure, and no one ever heard but him.
THE END
Thank you for reading Hear Me!
He horrified readers in Keep Me Safe and Trust in Me. Carlos is cruel, fearless, and irredeemable. Meet the woman who brings him to his knees in…
DON’T LET GO
coming 2013
ESCAPE
Included here is a bonus short story set in the same Dark Erotica world as Hear Me. The protagonist of this story was held captive in the same location. This was her escape.
Tiffany crawled over the damp concrete, ignoring the thick moldy grime beneath her hands and knees. Ignoring the way her torn skin and cramped muscles screamed at her to stop. None of it mattered when her life was at stake.
She would not cower. She would not break.
Even though her plan had worked, she was far from safe.
Safety had become a foreign concept exactly four weeks and three days ago. The cab she’d taken from the airport in Cancun had driven her, not to her hotel, but to a warehouse. From that moment, her life was over, but the pain never stopped.
After the four agonizing months of training, her captors were moving her and the other women. For two weeks she’d scraped and dug into the crumbly rock behind the metal toilet. It would never lead outside, but the hole was big enough for her to crawl into, and that’s what she’d done as the men swept through the cells.
She’d mouthed off the night before and landed in the infirmary. Then she pretended to be fine, almost killing herself in the process, just so they’d release her back into her cell. She counted on the confusion about her actual location and the bustle of the transit.
Shockingly, it worked. They opened her door and glanced inside, and then moved on, leaving the door open.
She felt bad about the muffled cries of the other women, but she couldn’t help them, not when she could barely help herself.
The whole thing had been a massive risk. Not only could they have found her, but they might have left the cell door locked. She’d have preferred to starve than go with them.
Tiffany huddled in the wall for hours after the last ringing footsteps had faded, sure that they would realize their mistake and come back for her. Or maybe they’d jump out at her from the walls once she emerged, laughing at the futility of her hope.
The halls were empty.
The sound of her ragged breathing and her skin dragging across the floor intruded on the stillness. She passed each cell as if she were still a prisoner – with her eyes straight ahead. She didn’t want to see the small, barren cells with the thin, infested bedrolls. She didn’t want to wonder about the dark spots staining the concrete.