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The King Tiffany Reisz 15370K 2023-09-03

Mistress Felicia stood so close to him now that he could count her eyelashes She had the tiniest beauty ed to kiss her, to taste her full lips, her skin, her body inside and out

"You want to kiss me, don’t you?" she asked

"So much, Maîtresse"

"Yourcrop and slipped it between his teeth He bit it and held it in place "I’ to bruise the front of your body first You keep the crop in your et your kiss"

He nodded his understanding and clahter on the crop As sadistic as this task was, he appreciated the consideration With the crop in hishe wanted was for anyone in the house to knohat he was doing right now He needed this city to fear him If they saw him like this--tied up, naked, vulnerable--he would never be seen the sa she produced a cane--two feet long and h With a quick and vicious flick, she struck Kingsley’s forear She intended to bruise his entire body froht ar him in even intervals, one inch and then lower an inch, and then lower an inch The pain surprised hi and deep He knew he’d have red welts for a day froer

Froain with controlled but brutal strikes Søren had never hit him or struck him on this part of his body before, on the smooth skin froht, short shallow slices with a razor blade on the inside of his upper arhs They’d fucked afterward, face to face, chest to chestit was one of the few tisley re his ars around his back Blood had covered them both When it was over Søren even had a streak of it on his face He’d looked primal as a wild aniht glowing behind him--a wolf in a cave unafraid of fire In that heated, sacred hour, with his eyes nothing but pupils, his hair slick with sweat, Søren had appeared to hisley hadn’t cared which as long as he could worship at the altar of the blood-stained being who’d made a sacrifice of him

"You do love pain, don’t you?" Mistress Felicia asked, her voice low and sensual As he had the crop in hisand erection surely told her all she needed to know "I can tell You lose yourself in the pain"

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as she ran her fingers over the welts on his ar the pain

"Lose yourself, then," Mistress Felicia said "Go wherever the pain wants to take you--into your mind, into your past, into your darkest dreams Go as far away as you need to I’ll co you back"

If he could have spoken he would have thanked her They were the words he most needed to hear, especially now as she worked his chest over, striking even the scar tissue left by the bullet wounds She had no fear of the dae done to him by the violence of other men, and for that he would have kissed her feet could he have reached them

He closed his eyes and let himself fall away into the crucible of pain It burned He burned Everything burned And through the fire he walked, barefoot and heedless of the flames The path of the fire led hiht Søren had hiain and running through the woods outside his school He heard twigs breaking under his feet, the crunch of leaves, the soft thud of his soles on bare ground And Søren was behind hi on him Why did he run? For eleven years he’d asked him that question Yes, he’d run in fear When he’d seen the look in Søren’s eyes, he kneas cosley wanted

Why did he run?