Page 50 of Break Me
“Yes, I do. You’re a worthless human being. The only way you can get someone to care about you is to fuck up their mind and make them dependent on you. But I see it all very clearly now. And I can’t wait until you sell me.”
Her words are like a cut deep in my chest, the pain worse than any bullet or knife I’ve taken. It sets fire to the anger that had drowned in the fear, and it roars back to life with a vengeance.
“You think I’m so fucking disgusting?” I throw her onto her stomach on the mattress and climb on top of her. “All the things that have happened, it was all just one big mind-fuck? Me fucking up your brain and making you into a puppet on a string?” I grab her by the nape and lean down to sneer into her ear. “All the times you knelt at my feet and kissed my boots… you didn’t feel anything at all? Just a fucking mindless robot doing what I wanted you to do?”
She goes still beneath me, and I take the moment to snap the manacles around her wrists.
“And all the times I rocked you in my arms, you just accepted it because you were so broken you couldn’t do anything else?”
She heaves a shuddery breath like she’s about to cry. “Dax, I—”
“No, shut up.” Grabbing her by the hair, I yank her head back and reach for the harness. “You don’t get to say another fucking word.”
“Dax, I didn’t mean—”
I slap the mouthpiece onto her face, muffling her now pleading words. I don’t want any of her fucking begging after the shit she just said—after she begged me to sell her.
“The fuck you did.” I strap her head in tight, forcing her jaw shut. Then I go to the foot of the mattress, where I straighten her folded legs out, snap the manacles onto her ankles, and adjust the chain to stretch her legs out, immobilizing her.
She’s crying by the time I move to sit between her legs and spread her ass cheeks apart with one hand as I retrieve the big butt plug from my pocket—the one I’ve been planning on using on her since I fucked her ass. But then shit happened, and I never got around to it. It was meant as a reward, but now it will be her punishment. And the last fucking thing she ever gets from me.
I spit onto her asshole, use the tip of the plug to smear it around her opening, then press the plug against her narrow hole.
“Relax,” I demand with a tone that rumbles through the tiny space as she clenches her muscles, fighting the plug.
A whimper escapes her as she obeys—always fucking instinctively obeying my command. She goes slack on the mattress, and with just a little more pressure, the plug pops into place. I’m about to praise her on instinct, but I shove the words down. She doesn’t deserve them.
I press a button on the small remote, and she jerks as the plug comes alive with buzzing vibrations.
I drag my fingers over her closed-up pussy and find her dripping through her folds. “Fucking whore,” I say, drying my wet finger on her back. “And you sayI’mdisgusting?”
A sob breaks from her throat, and the mask muffles the pathetic sound.Good.I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want her to rouse my sympathy. Because apparently, I’m as broken as she is. I’ve been conducting as much of a mind-fuck on myself as I have on her.
She cranes her head to catch my attention as I get up, but I don’t grant her the eye contact she searches for, knowing all too well that I’ll waver in every fucking decision I’ve made during the last twenty-four hours if I meet her pleading gaze.
“Mm, mm,” she begs urgently in between sobs.
I cast a final look her way as I open the door. She’s flailing her right arm against the chains. Or rather, holding up the underside, trying to draw my attention to the tattoo. My mark.
Anger twists into something like hurt inside me. “Yeah, I’ll have someone remove that so you won’t have to bear mydisgustingmark forever.”
A raw wail dies in the leather of the mask, and I ignore the sharp sting in my heart as I leave her cell and slam the door so hard the echoing clank follows me down the hall as I leave.
27
EMMA
Of all the things Dax has done to me, this is the worst. In so many ways.
I lie here for what feels like an eternity, strapped into the stretched-out position, my mouth sealed shut, and the plug vibrating in my ass. A deep ache has settled in my stiff joints, my eyes sting from the constant tears, and my throat is like sandpaper after having sobbed, screamed, and moaned through an onslaught of agonizing need and painful emotions since Dax left.
But what’s worse is the way he left. The anger and the vehemence. His words.And you say I’m disgusting?Those words hurt more than any others he has ever said to me. He made me feel more sick and broken than anyone has ever done at that moment. But as minutes, maybe hours have passed, I see those words for what they are. Him lashing back.
They didn’t ring true.
What did ring true, though, was the hurt in his eyes.
I think I actually hurt him. I didn’t think it was possible. Dax has always seemed invincible. Strong and resilient like nothing in the world could faze him—especially not a lowly slave like me. But I did. My words hit something deep within him, and I only realized it when it was too late.