Traded for Love by Michelle Hughes, Dahlia Salvatore
Authors: Michelle Hughes, Dahlia Salvatore
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it felt good. You liked it when he fucked you, didn't you?” The ire in his voice didn't escape me. “Admit it!” he yelled. “Admit it!”
I hated the way he was yelling at me. He had no right to get mad at me for doing what he'd ordered me to do.
“Yes!” I answered, finally. “Are you happy now!? Yes! I liked it when he fucked me! It felt good!” In my fervor, I'd clenched my hands into fists at my sides.
Without warning, he came barreling straight for me.
My momentary strength dissolved, and I cowered, stumbling as I began to retreat.
Before I could escape, he grabbed my wrist and threw me against his desk. My ribs crashed against the desktop and all the implements on its surface.
Suddenly his hands jerked the brim of my skirt up to my waist. In one fluid motion he'd shoved his cock inside me.
I cried out in pain and surprise.
“Shut up!” he ordered as he began thrusting. “ Shut the fuck up! ”
There was nothing pleasurable about this, nothing at all. The flat of his hand was between my shoulder-blades, pinning me to the table.
“Jack! You're hurting me!”
“I said Shut UP! ” he bellowed, slapping my ass so hard that I cried out.
“Please, Jack,” I begged as tears fell from my eyes onto the papers crowding his desk.
He kept fucking me, relentlessly pounding away at my pussy. I grit my teeth and braced my hips as he continued. I just hoped it would end, that fucking me in this way would satisfy his anger.
Finally he pulled out and marked me with his cum.
He breathed hard and fast as he lifted his hand off my back.
I lay there for a moment absorbing what had happened.
“You're mine. Do you understand? You don't feel pleasure unless I tell you to.”
My vision was blurred by tears, my muscles slack, my insides numb. I answered, “Yes, Master.”
(Jack)
I own you , I thought as I watched her lying across my desk.
My heart burned as I thought those words.
She lifted away from the stacks of papers that had scattered beneath her. Though her arms shook as she tried to support herself, I didn't help her.
She deserved it … for liking it . I never told her to like it. This was her fault.
“Go shower,” I ordered.
When she turned, her face was devoid of emotion. There were dark pits under her eyes. Her cheeks were red and her eyes glassy. “Yes, Master.”
I felt no remorse. I'd always been hard on her, always relentless in my quest to make her obey. As a Dominant, my quest had always been to subjugate her, to make her bend to my will. It wasn't until I'd sent her to J.B. that I knew I'd broken her.
Now, more than ever, I realized that the part of her that I'd fallen in love with, her innocence, her vitality, her freshness, was gone.
She walked out of the room and I knew I should have felt bad. I should have known that this whole thing would destroy her, yet I'd used her. I'd made her into my whore.
She was no better than Julia now.
The Stranger
(Emily)
I woke up the next morning in an empty bed. When I rolled over, I noticed his side of our king-sized bed was still made.
Sighing, I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling.
I'd been hollowed out by my experience with J.B. and then the subsequent experience with Jack.
You're an idiot, I told myself as tears stung my eyes. You thought you could make him love you and all you did was make him mad . You shouldn't have lashed out .
I wished I could take it all back, that I could step back into my body at the moment Jack had asked me to go to J.B. I wish I had begged him not to make me do it.
But would he have listened?
Jack was an unstoppable beast who couldn't be tamed, and it was blindingly evident that he would go to any lengths to get what he wanted.
He'd sacrificed me on the altar of his dreams. And there I was after it all, burned, scarred … changed.
Katherine started to cry down the hall, so I got up and slid on my matte satin robe. She quieted down as I neared the room. Donna was there tending to her.
I was
I hated the way he was yelling at me. He had no right to get mad at me for doing what he'd ordered me to do.
“Yes!” I answered, finally. “Are you happy now!? Yes! I liked it when he fucked me! It felt good!” In my fervor, I'd clenched my hands into fists at my sides.
Without warning, he came barreling straight for me.
My momentary strength dissolved, and I cowered, stumbling as I began to retreat.
Before I could escape, he grabbed my wrist and threw me against his desk. My ribs crashed against the desktop and all the implements on its surface.
Suddenly his hands jerked the brim of my skirt up to my waist. In one fluid motion he'd shoved his cock inside me.
I cried out in pain and surprise.
“Shut up!” he ordered as he began thrusting. “ Shut the fuck up! ”
There was nothing pleasurable about this, nothing at all. The flat of his hand was between my shoulder-blades, pinning me to the table.
“Jack! You're hurting me!”
“I said Shut UP! ” he bellowed, slapping my ass so hard that I cried out.
“Please, Jack,” I begged as tears fell from my eyes onto the papers crowding his desk.
He kept fucking me, relentlessly pounding away at my pussy. I grit my teeth and braced my hips as he continued. I just hoped it would end, that fucking me in this way would satisfy his anger.
Finally he pulled out and marked me with his cum.
He breathed hard and fast as he lifted his hand off my back.
I lay there for a moment absorbing what had happened.
“You're mine. Do you understand? You don't feel pleasure unless I tell you to.”
My vision was blurred by tears, my muscles slack, my insides numb. I answered, “Yes, Master.”
(Jack)
I own you , I thought as I watched her lying across my desk.
My heart burned as I thought those words.
She lifted away from the stacks of papers that had scattered beneath her. Though her arms shook as she tried to support herself, I didn't help her.
She deserved it … for liking it . I never told her to like it. This was her fault.
“Go shower,” I ordered.
When she turned, her face was devoid of emotion. There were dark pits under her eyes. Her cheeks were red and her eyes glassy. “Yes, Master.”
I felt no remorse. I'd always been hard on her, always relentless in my quest to make her obey. As a Dominant, my quest had always been to subjugate her, to make her bend to my will. It wasn't until I'd sent her to J.B. that I knew I'd broken her.
Now, more than ever, I realized that the part of her that I'd fallen in love with, her innocence, her vitality, her freshness, was gone.
She walked out of the room and I knew I should have felt bad. I should have known that this whole thing would destroy her, yet I'd used her. I'd made her into my whore.
She was no better than Julia now.
The Stranger
(Emily)
I woke up the next morning in an empty bed. When I rolled over, I noticed his side of our king-sized bed was still made.
Sighing, I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling.
I'd been hollowed out by my experience with J.B. and then the subsequent experience with Jack.
You're an idiot, I told myself as tears stung my eyes. You thought you could make him love you and all you did was make him mad . You shouldn't have lashed out .
I wished I could take it all back, that I could step back into my body at the moment Jack had asked me to go to J.B. I wish I had begged him not to make me do it.
But would he have listened?
Jack was an unstoppable beast who couldn't be tamed, and it was blindingly evident that he would go to any lengths to get what he wanted.
He'd sacrificed me on the altar of his dreams. And there I was after it all, burned, scarred … changed.
Katherine started to cry down the hall, so I got up and slid on my matte satin robe. She quieted down as I neared the room. Donna was there tending to her.
I was
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