"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact.
"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?"
She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir," she whispered. A tear slid out of her eye.
"Oh sweetheart." He moved forward, wrapping her in his arms. He dropped his face to the top of her head. "We're going to make this right-we're going to make it all better."
(This is a bdsm story with real characters and a real plot. Feel free to squirm at hot and heavy scenes, but at its core, this is a story of redemption. Of real people coming together in love and community.
*Warning* There are themes of abuse here as well as sexual situations. I will say that the main relationship is not abusive. This story does not glorify abusive relationships or sexualize them. The bdsm elements are entirely SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) RACK, PRICK, etc.)
"Get on your knees."
The command was a low snarl, laced with a threat that turned my blood to ice. Reluctantly, I complied, one hand clutching my throbbing cheek. My eyes widened in horror as he began to undress, the terrifying reality of the situation crashing down on me.
"Touch me," he demanded.
I was trapped, paralyzed by a fear I had never known. As he moved closer, the unsettling change in his body left me dizzy with panic and confusion. My mind screamed in silent protest-this was a nightmare from which I couldn't wake.
This is not a fairy tale. This is the story of a girl shattered by a brutal invasion, whose spirit was tested by betrayal, shame, and a world that offered no safe haven. It is the story of her survival-a long, arduous journey through pain toward a hard-won strength, and the unexpected love that waited for her on the other side.
***This is the first part of a two-series saga. Your thoughts and comments are deeply appreciated as I share this journey with you.***