CHASE

'I'm sorry' She whispered just before...

I dropped the gun to the floor. Falling to my knees, I grabbed her and pulled her towards me. Holding her tight in my arms. I could hear her letting out a deep breath once she realised that I hadn't shot her.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to pull the trigger, I couldn't kill her. Her arms lifted and she clutched onto my shirt, pressing her head into my chest as I ran my fingers through her hair. I could feel her tears dampen my shirt, I lifted her head to take a look at her face, her pale face, all the blood had drained from her veins, I had scared her. Shit I had scared me too.

Grabbing her face I crashed my lips onto hers, she didn't pull away, she didn't even try to fight me. My shirt was still fisted tight in her little hands as I devoured her soft lips. I wanted this moment to last forever, for her to just sit there and let me kiss her.

My hands slid down her sides and I absentmindedly pulled up the shirt she was wearing, she didn't stop me, no. She watched me strip her of the only clothing she had been allowed to wear. I wanted to believe that she wanted this, that she wanted me to do this to her but I could see the lack of life in her eyes. She was gone. She wasn't fighting it anymore.

I stared down at her as I rose to my feet, she held my gaze, not breaking free, I knew she had surrendered, she had almost lost her life, there was nothing else for her to lose. A part of me wanted to believe that she had a change of heart, that her near death experience made her realise that she needed me just as much as I needed her but I couldn't fool myself. Just seeing her not resist me was enough for me, everything else could wait.

I could feel her presence behind me as she followed me up the stairs and into my room willingly. I saw the hesitance that ran through her for a second as her eyes fell onto the monitors that I had switched off. The tapes were no longer playing and the walls had been set free from the pictures I'd placed all over it. I'd took them all down, everything. I didn't need them anymore, I needed her.

Standing by the bed I waited for her to come to me. No words spoken, just contact. She knew what I wanted from her without me having to say it and she followed through. Something inside me was burning for her, burning at the sight of her submissive behaviour.

She watched me as I took off my shirt and pulled out cuffs, a collar with a chain and my belt from the drawer. I noticed she didn't even move a muscle when I bent her over onto the bed, cuffing her wrists to the bed posts and placing a collar around her neck. My heart was beating steady, the voices weren't speaking to me, she had calmed me down with her submission. She was willingly allowing me to control her, to have power over her.

I rubbed the palm of my hand over her scarred back. The last time I whipped her I had really hurt her, this time, I would be gentle. She flinched as I landed a spank on her backside then moved back, wrapping the end of the belt around my hand, I pulled it back and struck her, not hard enough to break her skin but hard enough to leave a red mark. She didn't object as I landed ten strikes onto her bare skin. Every so often she'd let out a small whimper but she wasn't fighting it, it was as though she had completely lost herself.

My breath came out rigid as I spread her apart and entered her, stretching her walls while I slowly slid in and out of her, I tried to be gentle as much as I could, I didn't want to scare her, I didn't want anything to ruin this. I was punishing her in my own way and she was accepting it. I wanted to believe that this was still a part of her punishment but somewhere deep down, I knew that it was just an excuse to be inside her. To possess her. Hell, I was about to put a bullet through her head not long ago and now here I was, fucking her.

Leaning forward, I reached for the chain that was attached to her collar, pulling the chain back, her head lifted upwards, she let out another whimper as I picked up pace, thrusting into her. For a second she pulled on her restraints, almost as though she wanted to get away from me, but then she stopped, she stopped and gave into me once more, taking my length that was filling up her insides.

Reaching around her waist, my fingers rubbed over her sensitive spot while I smacked into her, I could feel her panting as I heightened her senses, she let out a small moan and I knew she was close.

Rubbing her over and over again, I was pushing in deeper into her, her legs were shaking while she tried to keep them straight as my thrusts got faster and my breathing became heavy. I was close, she was close.

'Cum for me.' I growled as I smacked into her, a moan escaped her throat, matching with the groan that left mine as she came with me. I could feel her juice mixed with mine, dripping down my member. My chest was still heaving with the sweat that dripped down my skin.

When I pulled out, I heard her still whimpering. Pulling my pants up and removing her cuffs, I turned her around to face me. Her eyes were red from the tears that she had shed. I didn't know she was crying, I hadn't realised because I was behind her. My heart ached with every tear that slid down her pretty face.

I wiped at her cheeks and held her face in my hands, placing a kiss on her forehead. 'It's ok, I got you.' I pulled her into me, never letting go of her. 'I got you.' I repeated, in hopes that she would believe me. I had hurt her just as much as she had hurt me and once her punishment was over, I was going to show her just how much she meant to me.

I'd lost her once and she came back to me, I wasn't going to lose her again.