Killian paused when the words left my lips.
"Massage," I said again for good measure.
He glared at me as his chest fell and rose with each harsh breath he took.
"What did you just say?" he hissed.
"T...the safe word."
"I see," he dropped the whip and stepped closer to me.
"Is that what you used when he touched you?"
I shook my head.
The strength to explain myself left me in a flash. I looked beside the bed to see my phone.
I stretched to get it but the binds on my hands prevented me from doing so.
I looked back at Killian, willing him to understand with my eyes but he stubbornly shook his head.
I sighed.
Killian took the spot beside me as he stared into my eyes.
"There is no need to explain. After tonight, it wouldn't matter who your master is."
I opened my mouth to protest but all that left my lips were, "Oh,"
That got a reaction out of him, he stood abruptly, "So please, let me have you tonight."
I studied him as he stood, taking back the whip he had thrown aside. His face was filled with determination as he stood there with disdain written all over his face.
It hurt.
I didn't know it would hurt this much to hear him say that.
That was what I wanted to say, that's why I came here in the first place.
So, why did it feel like my heart had been ripped out? I was numb.
"Fine," I mumbled.
All the nerves in my body seemed to shut down, my body was like an empty shell.
Killian resumed his whipping and this time, not a sound came out.
There was no need.
I heard the sound of the whip as it descended on my flesh, the sound of my flesh protesting and yet, I didn't feel any pain.
"Look up." his voice was firm.
I did.
My thoughts were mirrored in his eyes but, he only smirked, looking up at the large king-sized bed too.
I followed his eyes and mine widened.
How come I didn't see any of this before? Is that how wanton I had become?
By the side of the bed were candles of different colors and uses.
What was he planning to do with them?
It was at the tip of my tongue to tell him to be gentle but the thought of him fucking me hard made me wet.
I made a sound and reddened up for him causing his dick to harden although quite painfully judging by the grimace on his face, and he hissed.
With his fingers skimming my neck, he moved slowly to my arms, to the bind on my right arm, and quickly undid the knot.
I was trembling, from the aftermath of the whipping or in anticipation of what I was getting. I wasn't sure.
He kissed my shoulder again and then he grabbed my hair, pulled it to the side, and softly bit my neck, instantly marking me.
A moan escaped my lips, and goosebumps appeared on my skin, but he didn't stop sucking on my creamy flesh.
I was torn.
I wanted this but I couldn't handle it being our last night together.
From the side, he could see the same anguished expression on my face, and he came to a halt after a few seconds.
"You want this as much as I do, right?" he asked me.
His voice was tinged with worry and anger. His voice was the only sound in the room, aside from my labored breathing.
"Answer me," he demanded.
There were so many answers in my head but I chose the simpler one.
"Yes,"
I nodded my head...
He dropped the whip and took a candle, I gulped when my eyes met his.
"What are you doing with that?" I asked.
"I am going to damage you so no other man can have you except for me."
I must be mad because those words made me pool between my legs.
What the hell was wrong with me? A man just threatened to ruin me for life and I am having wet dreams about it.
Catalina, you fucking weirdo.
"No,"
He shook his head and looked at me like I was crazy.
"Killian, please don't..."
"Shhh, kitten. You are not in a position to be begging," he said as he lit the candle.
I tried to untie my other hand with my free one but I couldn't.
He bent the candle over me letting the liquid trickle down and onto my skin.
I let out a silent scream that soon turned into a moan when he caressed a nipple.
We continued the process till my voice became hoarse. I hid my moans from him choosing to bite my lip instead.
I wasn't so sure he would love torturing me if I wasn't giving him the reaction he wanted.
Killian tilted his head as he stared at my unmoving form.
He can try all he wants but nothing can match up to the pain in my heart knowing that I will never see him again.
Our time has come to an end.
It was supposed to be a happy thing for me since I was scared of him for his actions but it pained me still.
Like he could hear my heart calling out for him, he noticed my lifeless eyes. He stopped short, placing the candle back on the table.
He stared at me for a long time like he wanted to figure out what was wrong with me.
"Kitten, what's wrong?" he asked.
I made no move to answer.
He untied the ropes, massaging my wrists as he gathered me into his arms. Tears welled up in my eyes.
Sometimes I forget how sweet he could be.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked in the most gentle tone he could muster.
I looked at him with teary eyes and opened my mouth to speak.