Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Maggie pushes back the strands of hair on my forehead. “I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for us, but most of all, I’m doing it for me. There’s so much more than what they told me. A part of me feels like I’ve been living in the dark. I need you to show me what being in the light looks like, Hans. Show me what it all looks like. Allow me to understand the magnitude of love. Demonstrate to me that messy can be beautiful. Lift the veil and expose all their lies. I want to know the two of you and where my place is. Let me experience choices and allow me the freedom to make them.”
“You heard her, pretty boy,” Xander says as he lowers his pants and kicks them off his feet.
My mouth goes dry as he strokes his dick. I pull away from Maggie and fall to my knees, crawling on the floor until I’m in front of Xander.
Xander laughs. “What are you, boy?”
I glance at Maggie before casting my head down. “Your pretty little fuck toy.”
“That’s right. And what are pretty little fuck toys good for?”
Humiliation floods me as I answer. “Being little bitches who do as they’re told.”
My lips part as Xander drags his dick along my face, smearing pre-cum on my skin. “Ask Maggie what she wants, boy.”
I glare up at Xander. He’s taking my humiliation to new depths, but as much as I want to deny him, I can’t. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met Xander, all I wanted was to be under his control. When I finally had a taste of what complete submission to him felt like, I experienced a peace I never imagined would be attainable.
With Xander, there’s no responsibility, no duty or expectations. There’s only calm and relief. Xander calms the tornado that rages in my mind, and tonight, he’s proven how safe Maggie and I are with him. He deserves my submission. I’m not kneeling before him through fear of persecution or punishment. I kneel before Xander out of devotion, trust, and respect.
I turn my face toward Margarete. Wide-eyed and breathless, her chest rises and falls, a sign of her racing heart. I’m not sure if she’s shocked, excited, or horrified. Perhaps all three. The only thing I know for sure is it’s too late to turn back now. “What would you like, Maggie?”
Margarete’s eyes bug out, and she visibly swallows. “I want you to show me how you suck him.”
Xander clears his throat, his voice full of gravel. “Say the word, Maggie. What part of me do you want Hans to suck? Your directions need to be crystal clear.”
“What do you mean?” Maggie whispers.
“Tell him what to do, sweetheart. Use your words and tell our pretty boy what to do.”
Margarete’s eyes laser into mine. “Take Xander’s dick into your mouth, Hans. Show me how you please him. Teach me.”
With my eyes locked on Margarete, I part my lips and allow Xander entrance into my mouth.
“Would you believe, Maggie, that your Hans likes to be used? He enjoys feeling worthless. Don’t you, pretty boy?”
Maggie’s scream pierces the air as Xander’s open palm strikes my face, the sharp sting making my eyes water.
Leaping from the bed, Maggie slams her fist into Xander’s chest. “What are you doing?”
“Relax, Maggie. Our boy likes pain and humiliation while being fucked.” Xander pulls out of my mouth and glares at me. “Tell her what you are, Hans. Tell her you're a pathetic hole who loves pain. Let her see you. Let her finally grasp your true identity.”
The words Xander wants me to say would be like spraying poison into the air. What he’s demanding isn’t a lie, but how Margarete might perceive me after knowing the reality of who I am and what I require has me terrified.
She flinches slightly as I grab her hand. “I don’t know how to explain any of this. If I need it to stop, it will. Immediately. Xander has never crossed boundaries. I know all this seems strange to you. I’m sure you don’t understand it and even find it horrifying. God knows I’ve had a hard time understanding it myself. A part of me still has issues with it. As much as I try to deconstruct the bullshit The Covenant fed me, a part of me will always have a foot in that way of life. But I promise you, Margarete, there is no abuse in Xander’s touch. He heals the harm that was done to me. I’m a pain slut, Maggie. Every one of Xander’s blows soothes me. Every degrading word he hurls at me numbs the pain I’ve felt my whole life. I want this, Maggie. I crave every single thing Xander says or does to me. I need it.”