I'll Be Good

3.

I put all of my clothes away and wobbled over to the room that I really don't want to be involved in. Hopefully he isn't too angry at what I'm about to say.

"Ash-.. Daddy," I corrected myself quickly, entering the room. I saw him sitting in a dark recliner that was placed in the middle of the room. He smiled at me and stood up.

"Daddy, I'm not ready for this," I said softly, biting nervously at my new lipring.

"Why not, baby?" He asked, pulling me closer towards him. He looked so hot in his sweatpants and black muscle shirt, it almost made me hard.

This wasn't fair at all! How do I get this beefcake of a dominant and I can't give him what he actually needs. This is the worst.

"I'm not ready for sex," I gushed. "I-I don't like it."

"Well, remember rule eleven, darling." His voice was soft as he brought his lips to my neck to suckle harshly on the skin there. I tilted my head to give him better access, closing my eyes and moaning quietly under his touch.

His mouth was a totally different temperature and moisture as it attacked my neck. It was like he was leaving a trail of hot, sloppy kisses that traced down my neck and around to my adams apple.

My god, it felt great.

"Still," I breathed. "I'm not ready." I could have sworn that he was trying to break me but it was no use. I had already made up my mind and no means no.

"Were you this way with all of your dominants?" He asked me roughly, pulling away. His face no longer showed me the sweet man that had offered me security. He seemed to be a man who was desperate for what he wanted.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were pulled together tightly in a frown while his stare was cold. How could someone with warm hazel eyes, have such a deadly stare?

"Y-Yes," I whispered, looking down in shame. He let out a low groan and then his hand had moved to strike me across the face, the wind being knocked out from inside me.

My left cheek had felt like it was burning as I stared into his hazel eyes with anger. My shaking hands going to cover the tingling part of my face while my eyes had begun to suddenly feel dry.

"Yes, I was," I growled, pressure in my chest swelling with the anger I felt. I clenched my jaw before taking a deep breath, feeling as my lungs tightened only to loosen a second later.

"And how did they react?"

"They hit me," I shot back, remembering all of the times I was sent back and put in the clinic for weeks. They might as well have sewed my mouth shut from how silent I was while they cleaned me up.

At some points, I even though it wasn't possible to come back from the pain I had endured but here I am. Just taking more.

"How hard?" He asked, his tone softening. He may have actually been realizing that hitting me was no longer an option.

At least for tonight.

"Hard enough that I couldn't see or walk for weeks," I grunted, turning away from him and walking out of the room because how dare he make me speak about this on our first night together. At this point, I don't care if I get punished, my past makes me angry.

Angry enough to defy rules.

"Luke, get back here right now," he demanded. His voice echoing all over the living room area, causing me to jump from how loud he could actually be.

"I'm tired!" I yelled, carelessly slamming my door shut.

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I woke up later in my bed, rolling around and almost falling off. It was a new day, so hopefully Ashton forgave me, because I really don't want to be returned.