Chapter 30 "Why can't you just f**k me?" I questioned as we stepped into the car. He turned the cooler on and played some slow music while I fixed my hair. "Because I'm not horny like you and I don't like f*****g," he replied, I rolled my eyes at his remarks. How could someone possibly not like f*****g? "Let's play Twenty Questions," I said as he started to drive out from the beach and towards my house. The sun had set hours ago but I knew Bruce wouldn't tell my parents about me being out with Marco. I just had a feeling. "Fine," he muttered. He was too focused on driving, his other hand was in between my legs. I had to forcefully keep it there because I enjoyed his touch all the time. I couldn't stay away from it anymore. I craved for him for so many weeks and I was finally with him. "Okay, first me, when will you f**k me?" I quickly snapped. "Never," he replied and my lips turned into a thin line of arrogance. I shoved his hands away from my legs and he laughed. "Soon, princess." He added. "Really?" "Yes, now my turn," Marco said. He placed his hand on my hair and played around with my brown locks. "Have you f****d Bruce?" "No, ew, what the f**k! No, he is my friend. He is like my brother and he has a girlfriend." I screamed on the top of my lungs. I couldn't believe someone actually asked that. Bruce was out of my mind. I don't think I ever had anything for him, he was just my best friend. "Well, I strongly believe he likes you," Marco added. I shook my head immediately. There was no way Bruce would like me, I knew that he loved me as a friend but I'm sure he never saw me as anything more. "No, why do you think that? He is my best friend. And he has a girlfriend." I repeated again. Marco shrugged, "I just have a feeling, he is really possessive of you. No man is possessive over a girl until he wants her or until he actually likes her." "Even you are possessive over me. Do you want me or do you like me?" I questioned. He went into a deep-thinking after I finished, he turned around and looked at me. "I want you, Wendy." He muttered with a straight face. "You have me," I said. "Yes, but not entirely. You aren't mine yet. I want to devour your heart, body and soul. I want you all for myself," he explained. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm yours." I added. "No, you aren't. Not yet, princess." Marco said quietly. "Why are you like that?" I questioned, I didn't even know what I was asking. "Like what?" "Like different, like your personality is weird. I'm yours and I told you that a million times, I am currently not f*****g anyone else and you possess over me in every way. Like what else do you want?" I asked, my words kept on cutting in the middle. I didn't knew what I exactly wanted to ask from Marco. There was something evil in him that I tried to learn since the beginning but I just couldn't understand it anymore. "I'm a dominant man, Wendy. Over that, I admit, I have a bad habit of obsessing over some individuals. I can't control it, my wants differ from my needs. You are both, I want you and I also need you. I love controlling people and their emotions, it's not bad, I don't use anyone for a bad purpose. I wait until they give themselves in and then I control them. I just like keep my things to myself. It's a code in mafia cosa nostra which means our thing and you are my thing. I want you to authorize me and listen to me whenever I say something, I want you to obey me and respect me when I say so." He explained everything carefully and made sure that I understood it. "But I do respect you," I stated. I mean, there were a couple times I disrespected him but that was because of his father was around and I despised that old hag. "No, you don't submit to me like I want you too. When I said you to shut up earlier, in the meeting, you didn't. You continued to blabber s**t until I didn't punish you and only after that you submitted to me." He added. Marco was right, I didn't really respect him during the meeting, I crossed a line and I should have understood it then. I licked my lips and said, "So, what do you think I am? Dominant or submissive?" I glared at him carefully. He thought about my question for a second and then replied, "You are an obedient girl and you are a submissive without the doubt but you may not understand it yet. You believe you have the courage and strength to control certain things but you don't." "How do you know what I am?" I asked. "Your actions, princess. When I told you to to get inside the car, on the night of you being drunk, you did. When Bruce yelled at you, you didn't fight back, you submitted to him. When your parents slapped you, you got weak and you obeyed their orders. You listened to them because they are superior to you. When you were at my house, you obeyed me and not only that, one of the biggest traits were you kissing Sabrina." He explained. "But I kissed her first, she didn't." I cleared it out. Her eyes were asking me to kiss her which is why I took a step forward and kissed her. "Yes, I know princess but she was over you when I came inside. She was dominating you, a girl was controlling you, Wendy. If I didn't come inside, she would have probably f****d you and you would have enjoyed it." He added. I laughed and replied, "Please, she can't f**k me." He raised his eyebrow at me, "Sure?" "Yes," I rolled my eyes at him. The car finally stopped two blocks away from my house, I peeked over to see all the lights switched off. No one was at home. "I don't think so anyone is at home," I said to Marco. "Well, that's interesting. Let's go inside then," he said. "Will you f**k me then?" I asked and he giggled. "No, princess. We aren't f*****g until you are mine, completely." He stated. I hopped outside the car angrily and stormed towards my house to check whether anyone was there or not. Marco followed behind me. I grabbed the keys from the carpet and opened the door. There was no one inside. "Wait here, I'll check all the rooms." I went upstairs and checked Bella's bed, it was surprisingly empty. Her bag and books were placed on the bed but she wasn't there. I went downstairs to check my parents room and they were also there. The car was out of the garage and no one was home but I wondered where they went. I invited Marco inside the house and then called Bruce up. "My parents aren't home, do you know where they went?" I questioned Bruce. "I think they went to the carnival. They called me a couple of hours ago asking me where you were and I told them that you were with me. They also mentioned the carnival," Bruce said through the phone. I placed a finger over Marco's lips and then I sat on his lap. "Oh, okay thanks," I said. "Are you home? When did you come?" He questioned. "Yes, I'm home. I was sleeping, so I didn't really know that my parents left. I came two hours ago," I replied to Bruce. "And what did you do? Wendy, I told you to stay away from that manwhore but you keep going back to him." Bruce said. "Yes, I'll stay away from that manwhore now. Promise." I lied. I placed my hand over Marco's chest and smiled at him. "Good, bye now then. I have some work but I'll be over in a couple hours." Bruce said. "Goodbye," I said before cutting the call. "Guess who's f*****g me tonight?" I asked Marco. All the lights of the rooms were switched off, it was completely dark inside and there was only one light glooming from the outside. "Who?" Marco asked innocently like he didn't knew that he would be the one f*****g me. "You, daddy." I smiled. He shook his head and replied, "Nope, not until I want too." "But I'm bored," I said. "f*****g doesn't cancels boredom," he added and I rolled my eyes at him. Using both of his hands, he cupped my ass cheeks and pulled me closer to him. He reached towards my neck and sniffed it. "Oh princess, you make me want to do things I don't want to do." He gently began to kiss my neck but soon he pulled back and glanced at me. "I want to ask you something?" He questioned. "Yes?" He sighed, "Will you allow me to teach you b*****e?" I was shocked and frightened. My face turned cold and lips parted. "No, not the thing you have in your mind. Not what your old master did to you. That was absolute abuse. I won't hurt you like that ever, that's horrific. But I want to show you what I prefer in bed." He explained. I believed that he wouldn't harm me in that way so I went ahead and agreed. "Okay sure," I gulped. I didn't knew what I signed up for with him. "Which room is big?" He asked as he picked me up from the couch. My heartbeat was already rising before it even started, I immediately replied, "My parents," I directed him towards my parent's room and he took me inside. He switched on the lamplight and placed me on the bed. "Strip," he whispered to me. I bite my lips and closed my eyes, did I want this? Yes. I pulled down my clothes and placed them in the corner. Marco went through my parents closet and he pulled out a piece of black cloth. It was winter scarf that my mother wore around her neck. "Sit down," he ordered. I crawled from the bed down to the floor. He came towards me with the piece of cloth. He bought it up to my face. "Open your mouth," he said and I opened it. He wrapped the cloth around my mouth and then pulled my face up so I could see him. "You'll obey everything I say?" He asked and I nodded my head. "You'll not move your hands or fight back with me?" He asked and I again nodded my head. It felt like he was giving me instructions to follow. "If I beat or hit you, you'll not fight back? I won't hit your face, don't worry." He said and I again nodded my head. "Lastly, if I go over the line and get out of hand, you'll use the word black and that means I'll stop everything at that moment. And since you can't speak, you raise your two fingers if you want me to stop. I won't go over the line and I won't make you bleed or anything like that but I'll be a little rough on you," he explained. Once again, my head went up and down. He showed me to how to raise my first two fingers. "You give me your consent to allow me to do anything to you right? Whether it's f*****g or not." He placed his hand on my chin and pulled it up. I nodded my head silently again. Marco moved back, he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it off. This was the second time I actually had seen him shirtless, I couldn't help but stare at his body. His abs were perfectly craved onto his skin, he had a few bruises and cuts around his back but they were nothing to serious. "Get your hands on the floor and bend." He ordered. I listened to him and laid down on my stomach, the cold surface of the room touched my bare belly. My ass was sticking out in the air and my head was down. "Your hands are untied so you can easily ask me to stop whenever you want me to." He said and I nodded my head. Marco walked back and he gently ran his finger down my back. "Use your elbow to get your posture straight," he ordered again. I did whatever he wanted me to do. I looked back to see him removing his leather belt from his pants. I gulped, thinking about what he was going to do with me. Was he going to finally f**k me? But his pants didn't come off, just the belt. He held the belt on his hands and then whipped it across my bare back. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Fɪndηovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. I jumped forward as the sudden impact of the belt hit my skin. My raw flesh began to sting just by one whip. He hit me again then. This time more hardly, I let out a muffled scream when my back began to hurt. The leather belt kissed my back again, more roughly this time. I dropped my hand down to the ground and tightened my hands together as he continued. Each time he hit, it got worse. He went on harder and harder. The whips got more stronger as he kept on hitting me. I was to cry, I wanted to scream but at the same time I didn't wanted him to stop. It was his kink and I liked him a lot. I gave my self to him. By the he finished, I was crying my eyes and sobbing silently. There was water and misery all over my face. I just wanted it to end and when it did, I sighed and released my hands open. My back was stinging like hell, like someone just poked needles into my soul. The cloth around my face made it harder for me to breath, I was breathless. He stopped after twenty lashes, he put his belt back on and then kneeled down towards me. I looked away as I didn't wanted him to look at the sadness in my face. I was in the same soggy position for hours, my legs were giving up and my elbows were sore. He placed his hand on my hair and gently pulled my head up so he could see me. There was compassion and distress on his face when he looked at me, my eyes were crying themselves out and he noticed that. He quickly pulled me towards his lap, breaking me from the position I was in. "What's wrong?" He questioned pulling the black cloth out of my mouth. I looked away from his regretting gaze. I licked my lips and he placed his hand on my cheek as I began to sob horribly. "Shush, did I hurt you too much?" He asked and I didn't respond to anything he said. I was just too out of the reality. I was quivering, my fingers were shaking, my legs were shaking and it wasn't even that cold. Those mentors that I killed years ago were rushing back into my head and I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop thinking about those terrible moments. He pulled me up and cupped my face, he leaned closer to my face. "Wendy? Say something?" He begged me to speak but I couldn't. My lips couldn't move, no words slipped out of my mouth. I sobbed, and cried silently. "Calm down," he tried his best to hush me but I didn't. He picked me up from the ground and carried me all the way up to my room while I just clung onto his neck tightly. He placed me on the bed and I rolled up in a ball. My back was still hurting but what was worse was the state of my mind and my heart. They were in more pain. He sat by the bed and leaned on to my miserable body. He moved his hands up and down my naked shoulders, trying to calm me down but I didn't. I watched his piercing gaze at my face but I didn't look at him. "Are you okay, princess?" He asked. I didn't respond. "Do you want me to leave?" 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