Chapter 54 54
Freya POV
“Do you mean what you just said?” Steve asked again.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs still trembling from what had just happened. I blinked and prayed he wouldn't ask again. But the truth was, I knew I meant it. I wanted Mark to see this. I wanted him to see me being worshiped by a man who didn't look at me with disgust. But saying it out loud to Steve was something I couldn't bring myself to do. I would never normally accept that dark side of myself.
Steve's gaze remained fixed on me. Somehow, I think he knew I meant it.
And seriously, Mark had never even touched me like this. He never sucked my pussy or made me feel like I was worth anything. One time, I killed my shame and asked him why he wouldn't do it. His response still burned in my head: “How could you ask for that, when a child passed through that?”
He boldly told me he couldn't put a damn mouth on my pussy, but I watched him put that same damn mouth on Lila, even videoing it for replay.
The memory hit me like a physical blow. I tried to fight back the tears, but they were too heavy. One hot drop fell, then another.
“Is that a tear?” Steve’s voice was like ice.
He didn't wait for an answer. He moved in, his hand catching my jaw and tilting my face up. He looked pissed off. Not worried, not soft—just angry.
“I just gave you a lesson to kill that shy part,” he said, his grip tightening just enough to make me focus. “And you’re still shedding tears for that man? After everything?”
“It’s not for him,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “It’s just... what he said.”
“If the tears aren't shedding on my bed because of what I’m doing to you, then they should be nowhere,” Steve growled. He leaned in so close our noses brushed. “You will learn how to make use of those tears, Freya. Don’t waste them on a ghost who didn’t even know what he had.”
He let go of my face and looked at the clock on the wall.
“Luna will be awake in twenty minutes,” he said.
He stood up and walked over to the dresser , pulled open the bottom drawer.
I watched as he reached inside and pulled out a leather roll. He walked back to the bed and tossed it down. Clink. Leather cuffs, black silk ties, and a short, braided crop spilled out onto the sheets—BDSM tools. I stared at them, and my mind flashed straight to that dream—the one where I was bound and he was doing whatever he wanted to me. I felt a surge of fear, but my heart was also beating too fast against my ribs for a different reason. I was the one who pushed him to this, and I loved the fact that I’d pissed him off to this point.
“Steve... what are those?” I asked, pretending not to know, my voice shaking as I backed toward the headboard.
“You said you wanted him to witness you getting sucked, but you're not bold enough to say it to my ears louder,” Steve said, picking up the cuffs. “I will let you know and feel that there are more things you will wish he could see. By then, you won’t think of lying to protect him again.”
“Are you doing all this because I sneaked into your room?” I asked, faking my fear.
“It’s because you still think you’re ruined, and lack confidence,” Steve said.
He picked up the small leather crop and tapped it against his palm. Thwack. “I’m going to spend the next fifteen minutes showing you why you are a winner and he’s the loser.”
He didn't hit me. Instead, he used the tip of the crop to trace the lines of my body, dragging it over my breasts and down to my stomach. Every time the leather touched me, I flinched, but I couldn't move. I was trapped under his gaze.
“Now,” he murmured, his face inches from mine. “Tell me again. Who do you want him to see you with?”
“You,” I choked out.
“Say it again. Use that name.”
“I want him to see me with you... Daddy,” I whispered, my face burning.
Steve’s expression shifted—a look of pure, dark satisfaction. “Good girl. Now stay still. We have a lot of work to do before little Luna knocks on that door.”
He took my right wrist first. The leather cuff was thick and cool. He wrapped it around, buckled it snug, then did the same to my left. I heard the small chain click as he locked them together in front of me.
“Hands stay right here,” he said, pressing my cuffed wrists down against my belly. “Don’t move them unless I say.”
The crop traced lower now, over my hips, down the inside of my left thigh. Slow. So slow I could feel every little bump of the braid. My skin prickled. Between my legs I was already getting wet again, that heavy ache starting to build.
“Spread your knees,” Steve said.
I did it. My legs opened and the cool air hit my pussy. I knew he could see how shiny I was already.
“Look at that,” he said. “Already wet for me.
The crop tapped my clit. Gentle. Once. Twice. Each tap sent a little spark through me.
“Now, You answer me as I’m asking you”
“Tell me what you want my mouth to do right now.”
I swallowed. “I want you to suck my pussy, Daddy. Slow. Like you mean it.”
“Nice, that’s how I want you to speak with confidence”
Steve set the crop down. He pushed my thighs wider with his hands and lowered his head. His breath was hot against me first. Then his tongue, flat and warm, licked one long slow stripe from my entrance up to my clit. I moaned. Couldn’t help it.
“Keep talking,” he said to me. His lips brushed every word. “Tell me how it feels.”
I didn’t response but he spank my ass and said I need you to fucking speak
“Learn how to speak your mind”