Dominant

Chapter 17 (XXX)

I poke at my omelet. I'm not hungry. I just can't stop thinking about that woman. With a soft hum and a smooth sway of the hips, Mark walks past me in the kitchen smiling.

"Morning, dumpling." He says softly. I don't respond. I have never seen that side of him before. Other than when we first met. But I guess that was the tip of the iceberg. He hid the rest before I could see it. "Ryland come on. It's been two days. You gotta talk to me. What is wrong with you?"

"I want you to fuck me, Mark." I grumble lowly. My eyes shoot up to him, his entire face is red in embarrassment as he stares at me in shock.

"Excuse me?" He says, laughing.

"I want you to do to me what you did to that woman. I wanna know why she was afraid of you. I want to know what could happen to me."

His smile quickly turns to disgust, turning away from me as he turns on the sink "For Christ's sake, Ryland. I am not going to do that to you..."

"WHY NOT?!" I yell, frustrated. I see his shoulders tense as I stand up. "WELL?ANSWER!"

Mark flips around quickly, pinning me to the counter and wrapping his hand around my neck. "I DON'T WANT YOU TO END UP LIKE HER! I DON'T WANT WORSHIP I WANT LOVE!" He growls.

I stare at him, gulping in fear. I have one last attempt. "Well. What if I like it?"

His face heats up red once more. "What?"

I nod slightly "I wanna try it. Once. To see how it is. If you can do it to her. It's only fair I experience it too. If you love me the way I love you. It won't change how we are. I just wanna know, Mark. I want to know why everyone else is running from you."

He bites his lip, looking down hesitantly "I... Fine. Fine I will show you. But if it is ever too much. I want you to tell me to stop."

I nod slightly. "If they didn't, then I won't."

He grabs my hand, pulling me slowly to his bedroom, his hands are cold, sweaty, and shaking. Mark pulls me into his room and closes the door. "I want you to get undressed to your boxers and kneel down on the floor. In the center. Head down. And hands behind your back, please." He begins yanking his clothes off.

I turn away from him shyly. God this feels so wrong and so weird. I shiver slightly and drop to my knees in the center of the floor. The hardwood is so cold, I tuck my hands behind my back and close my eyes, tilting my head down. "Yes, sir."

"You call me master in here." I feel a sharp pain snap against my back, making me suck air through my teeth, I open my eyes to see the end of a riding crop in my peripheral vision. I feel another crack against my back making me whimper in pain. "Eyes shut."

"Yes, master." I say softly. I hate this. Why would he do this? Is this what made her afraid? He must have left scars, after all those beatings.

"Stand up and bend over the bed. Slowly." He says sternly.

I slowly stand to my feet, my legs shaking in pain as I carefully bend over the bed. This can't be good. How many times is he gonna hit me? I feel his large smooth hand carefully pull down my boxers, followed by a loud slap. I scream out in pain as I bury my face in the sheets. Jesus, he hits hard, it burns so bad. I feel his length press against me, making me breathless as he quickly shoves it in me. My eyes water in pain and pleasure. Another crack on my back makes me scream in pain. Okay, that was a belt, definitely a belt.  Another hit, and another. They all start to blur together as he quickens his pace. Finally, his hand reaches up, gripping and yanking my hair, and pulling me back to chest with him as his face nuzzled in my neck.

"God, look at you shake for me, you can't even stand." He whispers, biting and sucking roughly at my chest as he grips at my neck tightly with his other hand. I whimper in pain as it begins to blur together with the pain down my back and ass. I feel him release in me, his body becoming relaxed behind me. He slowly pulls out of me and flips me over, grabbing my length and tugging at it. "Who do you belong to?" He whispers, quickly stroking me.

I grunt and cum in his hand. It's so hard to stand and answer. I'm in so much pain. My head falls, I don't want to look at him.

"R-Ryland? Hey. Look at me... Damn it, I SAID LOOK AT ME." He yells, grabbing my chin and yanking it up to look at him. I wince in pain, making him step back in fear. His eyes scan my body, shaking slightly. I look to the mirror near the closet. A handprint begins bruising on my neck, red bite marks, and deep hickie bruises. I can see the deep red lash marks on my back and red bruising hand prints on my ass. Mark turns away from me, his entire body shaking. "I should have stopped. Why didn't you tell me to stop! I shouldn't have gone this far! Why did you let me!!"

I tear up as I look at myself "Is this what it's gonna be? Is this what you wanna do to me?" I whisper in fear. "Do you wanna hurt me?" I mumble.

"NO, I DONT! YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID STOP!" He yelled angrily.

"I HAVE TO YELL STOP FOR YOU TO KNOW THAT THIS IS SOME SADISTIC SHIT?! WHEN WE GET MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS AND THIS GREAT LIFE YOU WANT, DO I HAVE TO YELL STOP AT MY HUSBAND BECAUSE HE CAN'T CONTAIN HOW FUCKED UP HE IS?!" I yell, gripping onto the bed for balance.

"YOU ASKED TO SEE ME THIS WAY! YOU WANTED TO SEE WHAT I DID TO HER AND I SHOWED YOU!" He says, turning away from me. He opens his glass container of bourbon and pours himself a glass.

"You did this to the others. How hard did you go. What the worst you did to them?!"

He doesn't speak, but takes a swig of his drink. I tear up and go to walk to him before collapsing on the ground in pain. He turns to me quickly and lifts me up. "JESUS, JUST LAY DOWN!"

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" I yell, yanking my arm from him. "Never again! You will never touch me again!"

His eyes flash with fear. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!?"

"ANSWERS! HOW HARD. HOW HARD DID YOU HIT THEM!.."

He stays silent as I bend over the bed. "Show me.."

He shakes his head. "Ryland I'm not gonna do this."

I grip the sheets in anger. "DO IT OR I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL LEAVE! DO IT!"

He growls, a sudden sting going across my back. A searing pain erupts as I scream in agony. A tear rolls down my face as I fall to the ground. Mark reaches for me as Richard rushes in. "RYLAND!"

I curl up in pain as he covers me in a blanket and picks me up. "Stay away from him!" He yells at Mark.