MAD OVER YOU
“Fuck!“
“ 'Fuck' isn't the word you're supposed to be saying right now, Darrel,“ Aiden growled. “You're supposed to be apologizing to me. Apologize for letting another man touch you. You belong to me. No one else. Is that so hard for you to get through your head?“
He whipped me yet again, harder this time. “Apologize!“
“I'm sorry,“ I pleaded.
“For what?“
“For letting another man touch me.“
“Good. Very good.“ Aiden tossed the whip across the room. Then he picked up a melting candle.
“What are you doing with that?“ I stuttered.
“I'm going to use this candle wax to brand you as mine, Darrel,“ he revealed. “So that you don't ever forget that.“