Trust Me (Rough Love #3) Read Online Free PDF

trembly and melting, clinging to my shoulders. I love you , she whispered over and over. I’m sorry. I hushed her and licked a trail up her neck, and kissed her hotly and deeply with water running down between our lips.
    When we got out of the shower, I dried her off and studied the damage I’d wrought. Nothing permanent, but she had some garish marks. I stroked her pussy and asked if it was sore from the horse, only because I wanted to listen to her soft, sad voice say “Yes, Sir.” We went back into the dungeon to straighten up the toys and put them away in their respective drawers, and the hurting part was over.
    You survived. Good girl.
    I threw on some jeans and a tee shirt and led Chere out to the living room. I had her sit at my feet while I ordered takeout from a local Italian place. She rested her head against my leg, exhausted. I played with her curls and read a book until the food arrived.
    It was a good night for a quiet dinner in. Chere cried through most of it, unable to sit still in her chair. I drew her into my lap instead, and fed her Chicken Parmesan from my plate while she sniffled and trembled.
    “That’s enough now,” I said. “Eat a little more.” And she did, because I was her Master, and I had power over her for as long as we played this game.
    After dinner was cleared away, I sent her to her bedroom and went back into the dungeon, over to my evil chests of torture instruments. I opened the drawer with the harnesses and chastity belts, and took out the one without the butt plug attachment. She’d probably endured enough anal punishment for one night.
    When I brought the chastity belt into her room, Chere paled, but made no protest. She whined a lot less these days. She was a lot less self-protective. She used to cower when I presented shit like this, and cross her arms in front of her. Now, even after all I’d put her through, her arms rarely left her side.
    I studied her, fingering the metal plate that would lock away her clit and pussy and prevent any stolen pleasures. “You probably don’t need this tonight,” I said.
    She shuddered. “No. But if you want to put it on me…”
    “I trust you,” I said, frowning. “More than you trust me. But since you’ll be sleeping alone in here…”
    She clasped her hands together in supplication. “Please, Master, please let me sleep in your room, even if I sleep on the floor.”
    I held up a finger to silence her. “Where do you sleep when you’ve been naughty?”
    Her face fell. “Alone. I sleep alone in here when I’ve been bad.”
    The welling tears almost defeated my sense of purpose. Naughty slaves slept alone. It was one of our rules, and if I made her follow the rules, I had to follow the rules too. I’d sleep with her tomorrow, and things would be right again between us. The punishment would be over, penalty paid, behavior improved. That was the way things worked.
    I fitted the custom-made chastity belt onto her hips and smoothed the metal plate between her legs before cinching it snugly in the back. I turned the key in the lock and reminded her that it would be on my bedside table if she needed it. Emergencies only, of course.
    I ordered her into bed and hardened myself against her sad, puppy-dog eyes. Did I want to sleep beside her? Yes. Did I want to slide into bed with her and kiss her all night while I ran my fingers over the straps and links of her chastity belt? Fuck yes, but I only tucked her covers tightly around her and kissed her on the cheek.
    “All right?” I asked.
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
    “Tomorrow’s a new day.”
    She nodded, wiping away tears. Again, I considered lifting her up and carrying her into my room, but all that would prove was that I was weak, and she needed me to be strong. I got up and left, and returned to my own empty bed, and masturbated twice in a row when I could so easily have been inside her.
    But sometimes, for a punishment to be effective, you had to punish yourself